From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 50: The Crazy Enlightener

Bright yellow flames were ignited in the dim abyss. At some point, a simple blast furnace had been built next to the broken craftsman's heart.

The simple blast furnace was dug out from a tall rock. There was no burning flame in it, but there was boiling bright yellow molten iron surging inside.

Faintly, you can see a faint blue light flickering in the surging molten iron.

It was just a furnace of molten iron, but there was no doubt that it was a beginning. The broken craftsman's heart did not disappoint Du Yuan. The metal age belonging to the rat people was indeed opened by it.

Although now, he is the first person to be enlightened and the first craftsman among the rat people.

The expression of Long Claws became more and more crazy.

He stared blankly at the surging molten iron in the furnace in front of him.

This was the result he achieved with great difficulty during this period, relying on the fragmented knowledge of a craftsman in his mind.

But he couldn't even make good use of it because of those long claws.

He never hated the giant claws in his hands more than he ever had before, even though he had always hated them so much.

As a ratman priest promoted from slave rats, Longclaw has always been looked down upon by other ratmen, or it can be said that all ratman priests promoted from slave rats are looked down upon.

Like a real rat, it was driven to the deepest part of the mountains, doing what those guys thought was best for it, digging holes.

The more he thought about it, the redder the long-clawed man's eyes became, and clearly visible bloodshot began to creep up in his eyes.

Looking at the pot of red molten iron in front of me.

Longpaw kept mumbling to himself.

"This is my chance. I can't accept it. I can't accept it. I am also guided by the gods!"

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this! I won't accept this!"

Amid the increasingly frantic shouting, Long Claws thrust his hands, the pair of hands with sharp and thick claws, fiercely into the molten iron in front of him.

In an instant, miserable howls appeared in the great pain, and the blast furnace was overturned.

The miserable figure wailed in pain and rolled over on the ground.

The blast furnace was knocked over, and the molten iron scattered everywhere. A piece of dark blue debris also flew out with the overturned molten iron. The boiling molten iron quickly solidified, and the wailing sound gradually stopped.

Not far away, a pile of flesh seemed to have sensed what was happening here, and the large number of ratmen heads piled on it unconsciously looked towards the motionless figure lying on the ground.

It wanted to crawl over, but it didn't dare get close to the broken heart of the craftsman, for fear of the faint blue light.

After a brief wandering, the meat mountain stopped moving and hid in the darkness again.

Just like that, the abyss returned to silence again, perhaps only chaos remained.

Do not!
Things may not be over yet. In the faint blue light, the long claw that was lying on the ground and had no movement, rose and fell slightly.

He looks really horrible now.

There were burns all over his body, and if you got closer, you could even smell the aroma of barbecue.

Especially his pair of thick and hard claws, after coming into contact with the boiling hot molten iron, it was as if the claws were wearing a pair of bumpy iron gloves.

This is also where the change lies. After the slight ups and downs, Long Claws woke up with the low breathing.

The pair of red eyes suddenly opened as wide as possible, staring at his own big claws, but what caught his eye was a pair of pitted iron gloves.

He climbed up with difficulty, and with a low roar like a wild beast, he suddenly raised his hands, and then smashed them down heavily, and the pair of dented iron gloves hit the ground heavily.

Suddenly, there was a slight loosening. And so on, again and again.

Until the pair of metal gloves fell off along with the giant claws they were attached to, until a pair of hideous hands with their skin peeled off appeared.

With a simple force, the pair of skinless hands clenched together.

Just such a simple action made Long Claw laugh crazily.

That echoed for a long time in this abyss.

………….

Deep in the wetlands, the huge army of ratmen once again encountered a tough opponent.

A lizardman city built on plants with intricate root systems like mangroves.

Relying on the dense tree roots in the swamp, a large amount of ropes and wood mixed in it, a small swamp city was built.

And this time, the rats encountered some different enemies in front of this small swamp city.

The snakemen with fine scales and cold vertical pupils who were entrenched on the roots of the trees, and the large number of goblins who were driven out of the city, were mainly mixed with a small number of fishmen and some weak orc servants, as well as the old friend behind the servants.

Those lizardman warriors holding big clubs and wearing crocodile leather armor.

In contrast, there was a huge army of ratmen that gathered together in large numbers, filling all the vision in front of them, climbing on the roots of trees, wading in the mud swamps, a black mass.

After continuously replenishing troops, the rat army under Shu Zhan had already crossed the 50,000 mark and was even about to reach the threshold of 100,000 troops.

Obviously, such numbers overwhelmed the disadvantages of terrain, the quality of personnel, and the difference in formation.

Without much hesitation, Shu Zhan's order was given.

The rats swarmed towards the small swamp city in front of them.

When the battle officially started, the sun was still in the center of the sky, it was noon. When everything calmed down, the sun was only halfway towards dusk.

The priests are already cleaning up the battlefield.

All the heads were cut off, even though the number of priests arriving with young ratmen has been decreasing recently.

However, these heads will still be properly preserved after simple embalming.

Used for sacrifices at the end of each battle and as trophies for military priests.

The tip of the tail is strung with a rope and hung on the chest of the rat warrior as a decoration.

Showing everyone the power and accumulated achievements of its owner.

For these ratmen warriors, they have the same strong desire to show off as the ratmen priests, and they also have a strong need to simply divide their status through spoils of war.

Of course, the pointed tail with scales is often only possessed by senior ratmen warriors, while most ratmen warriors are young ratmen.

They scrambled to cut off the ears of the goblins who served as vassal soldiers and hung them on their chests in a proper manner.

Yes, these goblin ears can also be exchanged for blood mushrooms from the Supervisory Team as merit, but compared to the tip of a lizardman's tail or a snakeman's tail, one ear can be exchanged for the purchasing power of a full and at least full blood mushroom.

The goblin's ear could only be replaced with a blood mushroom with a little blood on it.

The value of the two differed by about ten times, but that did not stop the young rats from excitedly imitating the senior rats and hanging them on their chests.

(End of this chapter)