From Skaven to God-King of War

The war has come to an end, not because of the fear of the tragic scene, but more because there are new things to do.

A sacrifice, this is indispensable, and it is indispensable in every war.

The corpses on the battlefield, whether they are ratmen or humans, were dragged and piled together. This sacrifice was not so smooth. The three rat warlords mixed together and kept arguing.

The venue was chosen right in front of the solid human fortress, with a strong sense of provocation.

The high platform was built, and slaves ran on the battlefield one by one. The human side did not launch any more attacks. This siege lasted for three days. Both ratmen and humans are now so tired.

The tenacity of the rat vanguard was unexpected, and it may be inseparable from the participation of a large number of war priests and rat priests.

An unlucky guy was ignited, the private army leader pushed up by the rat lords.

For that achievement, the rat warrior who fell from the city wall was affected. The unlucky guy who fell from the sky was full of flames, and the ignited kerosene splashed wantonly.

Xiti had the same large area of ​​scars as Shu Zhan, and almost all the hair on his body fell off.

But he did not have the vitality of Shu Zhan, and was already dying.

The bodies of rat warriors with different expressions were dragged down from the battlefield by slave rats and piled up together. These guys were so cheap, with various expressions on their faces, anger, hesitation, fear, despair, as if they could glimpse what they experienced when they died.

They were piled up randomly and piled up high.

What was treated differently from them were the bodies of the Youyan people. This was a siege battle, and the fortress was not captured. The Youyan people had the habit of collecting corpses.

The rats could only get some Youyan people bodies that were dragged down by crazy guys into the city.

These corpses will be placed in a more conspicuous place, closer to the altar, closer to the great god, which is the treatment of a better sacrifice.

The time of the sacrificial ceremony was chosen at noon.

At the brightest moment in the world, both sides can see clearly, and it is also a provocation.

The noble coalition on the city wall is watching this scene with gnashing teeth.

But besides gnashing teeth, it is hard to say whether there will be a trace of powerlessness and fear.

Today, the open gate is still pouring out of rats, and the blood stains on the city wall have not been completely washed away.

This grand sacrifice is about to begin.

Three flags stand tall, and countless rat warriors gather together in the scorching sun and the dazzling sunlight. The rats don’t particularly like the sun, especially at this time. The sun is still particularly hot.

After the long night, it seems to usher in the hot summer.

But such dislike cannot defeat these chattering guys’ reverence for the gods and their enthusiasm for the sacrificial ceremony.

The rats squeezed each other, the rats stood on tiptoe, the rats raised their heads, eagerly looked at the location of the altar, climbed up high, and pushed to get closer.

It caused extremely serious chaos, quarrels, and curses.

The harsh sound turned into a wave of sound, everything was so chaotic, until a bell overwhelmed all the sounds, the chaos subsided, and all the rats seemed to hold their breath at this moment.

The grand sacrifice began!

Some living ghost-eyed human warriors were pushed onto the altar.

Time was too tight, and the rats did not have time to deal with these guys effectively. This was their luck.

It was just that the ritual knives in their hands fell, and heads rolled down one by one, and blood splattered.

Three rat warlords stood on the high platform.

Qi was the most inconspicuous one among them.

In this war, he was the most conservative and naturally the most inconspicuous.

The private army leader who was promoted to a high position was confronting the war priest.

As time went by, the groups of guys in the Rat Empire gradually drifted away from each other and began to split from each other.

The most serious group was the Rat Priests.

First, there were the Claw Priests, then the War Priests, and now there are the Loyalists, the Radicals, and the Rat Lords.

At this time, the leaders of the war here are the Rat Lords, not the Rat Priests, but the Rat Lords.

In fact, the differences among these guys are getting more and more serious. The Loyalists chose to return to the Rat Council, and there are only two or three Radicals. The Rat Lords are currently in the limelight.

After the failure of the great alliance that emerged to fight for dominance with the Temple Guards, this group of guys broke apart.

And the actions of the Rat Lords in the Twin Fortresses are to abandon the Loyalists and the Radicals and go their own way.

It is doubtful whether these guys who belong to the same source can unite again in the future. It is estimated that it is difficult, after all, a group of Rat Priests has openly chosen to betray.

After helping the temple guards to severely attack their allies, the war priests could no longer go back.

But that was normal. In a new era, without the white rats hanging over the heads of all the ratmen, everything should have developed differently.

On this altar.

The charred leader of the private army was fighting against the war priest on the opposite side.

To compete for the title of the biggest leader of this achievement.

Although it was a bit difficult for the charred private army leader to come, after all, it was already so difficult for him to stand on this altar, and every move would cause his charred and scabby skin to tear.

This guy obviously won't live long.

But he still stood up, stood on this altar, for no other reason, the rat lords behind him pushed him up, and undoubtedly, the rat lords needed a beautiful start after walking alone.

After the differences became larger and larger, each group of guys who left the large group had to become more united.

The rat lords jointly made a promise, allowing this charred guy to stand on the altar at all costs.

The last living ghost-eyed human warrior was beheaded, and the charred private army leader let go of the sacrificial knife in his hand, but because of the long-term holding, part of the charred flesh was attached to the sacrificial knife, and it was torn off at the moment of letting go.

Severe pain, continuous pain.

This guy's expression looked so ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked so horrifying.

For a moment, even the war priest beside him took a step back.

This war priest was not a coward.

The dark red and scarlet bloodstains on his armor alternated, and it was obvious that he had just retreated from a bloody battle, but in terms of momentum, he was still inferior to this charred guy.

Taking a step back, he had already lost.

He was angry, and just wanted to attack, but he saw the scarlet in the eyes of the charred ratman.

This sacrificial ceremony ended like this.

In the raised flag, the black ratman shouted loudly to the great god in a hoarse voice, and all the ratmen cheered together, and the sound waves soared to the sky.

In this holy war, the ratman lords took the lead.

The honor also belongs to the ratman lords.

Yes, it is the Rat Lord, not the pitch-black Rat, because he is about to die, nor the Rat Warlord, because there are no real Rat Warlords in the current Rat Empire.

These three armies were launched by the Rat Lord and the Temple Guards, and the merits in the war certainly belong to the Rat Lord and the Temple Guards. Later, perhaps more guys will launch more armies in this war.

But the glory will not belong to those humble guys who were filled into the army, nor to the Rat Warriors, nor to the Rat Warlords who once climbed up from the Rat Warriors.

This dark Rat, enduring such pain, standing here, for what?

To become a Rat Lord.

Yes, to become a Rat Lord.

Of course, this is a deception, a pacifier. After all, everyone can see that this burned black guy will not live long, no matter what conditions are offered, it is a kind of empty talk that does not require any effort.

It is still surprising to make such a condition. There has never been a rat lord who was not appointed by a rat priest.

Or, the rat lords were originally the pacifiers given by the white rat to appease the conservatives among the rat lords.

But now, the situation seems to have changed. The differences among the various groups of rat priests are a little bit bigger. Sheng Qi, who was pushed to the position of high priest, does not have the prestige to suppress all the ambitious people. The big temple guards seem to be planning something.

At this time, some changes should be made, or in other words, every group in the rat empire is looking for more size.

At this time, the rat parliament has actually lost the ability to appoint and control the rat lords. In this case, the title of rat lord can certainly be used as a bargaining chip.

It is even an extremely useful bargaining chip.

This guy, this guy who was pushed to the battlefield and did everything to seek merit for the rat lords, this guy who was burned to death but still stood on this altar.

Isn't he the one who loves this?

He cried out in endless pain, and laughed wildly amid the enthusiastic response of countless ratmen.

He seemed to see himself becoming a ratman lord, one of those ratman lords who had almost everything and was extremely luxurious.

It was just a pity that it was all just a dream.

At the end of this grand sacrifice, a cannon with extremely fine and complex patterns engraved on it was pushed onto the wall of the fortress not far away.

The mages who operated the cannon looked at the ratmen not far away with extremely resentful eyes.

The debugging was about to be completed.