Chapter 200, the whispers of the gods, the coward will eventually be defeated by cowardice
Deep in the vast grassland.
A huge incident has begun, and the sweeping evil has made the aloof gods on this grassland reach a basic understanding.
This is not a disaster that one race or one god can deal with. The terrifying madman has already set his sights on you and me.
There is no way to escape, no way to surrender, only unity.
In the whispers of the gods, races and civilizations began to gather towards the center of the grassland.
Farewell to the ranch, farewell to relatives, and pick up weapons.
War, war is about to begin, a grand war.
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Deep in the grassland, the rat war once again built a deep pit, an even bigger pit. Densely packed rat people surged in this pit, and noisy and messy sounds echoed in this vast grassland. Echoes in the depths.
Rat Zhan's war instincts have always been keen. Today, he opened up an important line, a long underground tunnel connecting the rat cities behind him.
The barren mountain range, the towering statue, the statue that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the mountains is about to be completed.
A dazzling golden statue.
The old big-clawed priest staggered and rushed towards the huge statue in front of him.
There is only one key step left for this huge golden statue, which is to close the eyes.
Add eyes to the statue of this great god.
This is something he left for himself, this is his glory.
Running on the bracket attached to the outside of the statue.
With nothing else in his eyes, he raised his head, raised his head high, and ran on the statue, looking up at the greatness of the god.
Until I finally climbed to the top of the statue, I paused in front of the blurry face of the god.
Du Yuan never showed his complete face to the rat people.
This old Great Claw priest is far less bold than his colleague at the outpost, and the face of the statue is blurred.
Except for those eyes, those cold and sharp eyes.
He had seen those eyes, the eyes of the gods.
It's a little worse, but still a little worse.
He knelt down in front of the statue, which was as tall as a hill, and moved his knees humbly and feverishly, step by step.
The outstanding carvers in the Skaven Kingdom always come from the group of Big Claw Priests, and this old guy is one of them.
The big withered claws are no longer as sharp as they were when he was young, and he has not personally carved anything for many years, but he still took over this matter.
The haggard and somewhat gray claws were broken, but the old priest with big claws seemed not to notice, carving them piously and carefully.
Okay, okay.
He's done it! He's done it!
All the big claws on the hand were broken, and the statue's eyes were dotted with scarlet.
The old big-clawed priest didn't care that his blood was stained on the idol, and he staggered up.
At this moment, raise your head high and stare at the sky.
Nothing is waiting for.
Not surprisingly, the statue was not completed. He was too eager. A large number of Big Claw priests were still going up and down the tall statue, waiting for the thick gaps to be poured and smelted, the burrs that needed to be polished, and the supports that had not been removed. .
Everything is not over yet, but the eyes of the statue were clicked in eagerness.
The eyes were dotted with scarlet blood.
How can this old Big Claw Priest not know this? He built the Underground Rat City with his own hands and it took him a whole lifetime.
Just fear, just panic, just uneasiness.
The more he stared at this great statue, the more uneasy and hesitant he became.
Great God, great God, are you willing to bless me? Am I qualified to receive blessings? Can I receive blessings?
The White Rat was not too wrong in his judgment.
He is just a cowardly mouse.
His cowardice on the battlefield reduced him to a miserable slave rat. His cowardice in the face of the white rat made him a diligent builder all his life.
The only outstanding point in his life was his devotion to the gods, and his only happiness was that he became a priest of the gods.
In that narrow mine, after working day and night, he fell weakly and was pulled out in the dim light by the rat-man priest who was in charge.
On that day he ate blood mushrooms for the first time.
But the closer he was to the completion of this dazzling statue, the more panicked he became, and the more scared he became.
He is indeed a cowardly guy.
Everything is over. The gods did not give him Luoluo's blessings. The gods did not give him Luoluo's blessings.
Everything fell to the ground, like a big stone falling to the ground, but in the end, I still destroyed everything. In the howling wind, he knelt down to the statue in front of him again.
In the expression of crying and laughing, he jumped up and fell from the towering statue, accompanied by that crazy and sharp laugh.
It fell heavily to the ground and turned into a piece of scarlet flesh smeared on the ground.
The Great Claw Priests wandering on the ground were startled by this scene, but they didn't make a fuss. Such scenes often happened.
From time to time, a Great Claw Priest will fall from this sacred statue, turning into a patch of mottled red that smears the earth.
This is normal. The birth of a miracle comes with a price. Whether it is the dark blast furnace or this golden statue, death is so normal.
I didn’t take it seriously. I withdrew my gaze and numbly clung to the unfinished statue. There were still many things to do. There were still many things to do.
Just when he crossed the hot metal pouring area, the younger big-clawed priest still accelerated his pace a little. An unlucky guy accidentally fell into the hot metal, and his screams did not come. I remember that when I sent it out, I was submerged in hot iron water and built into the statue.
Witnessing this scene, the young Big Claw priest prayed silently in his heart, praying to the great god to bless him.
At least, at least don’t die like this.
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As the grassland coalition forces converge, the closer to the center of the grassland, the more obvious the traces of the rat men become.
Bots of ratmen, large and small, appear in almost any area in this area.
It's not a very friendly experience.
These sneaky guys will show up almost everywhere, prepared and unprepared.
Even though he is weak, the peek in the shadow is very unsettling.
A centaur warrior opened the short bow in his hand, threw the arrow, and screamed. A ratman hiding in the lush pasture was firmly trapped by the arrow. Nailed to the ground.
Soon, a large group of rat men appeared from this lush pasture, running away amidst chaotic and noisy sounds.
The centaur warrior who drew his bow waved his hand, and the other centaur warriors behind him began to take steps, chasing the fleeing rat men.
They are the vanguard of the grassland coalition. Because of their mobility, there are not many races on this grassland that can match the mobility of centaurs.
Even the wolf-orcs that broke into the depths of the grassland would not be able to do it without the blessing of divine magic.
The first time the barrier fell, the centaur gods noticed a centaur tribe scattered in this area.
Just because the distance between the two sides was too far, there was no contact between the two sides. However, they did not expect that in a very short period of time, the same clan would be destroyed.
Then, the group of wolf orcs broke into the depths of the grassland.
The two sides, who naturally have conflicts, soon formed a rift. If it weren't for the divine revelation sent by the gods, then it would be inevitable to do it again.
The centaurs were not the first to arrive in this area.
The gnolls are not much slower than the centaurs. Compared with the rats that are wreaking havoc on this grassland, the centaurs also hate the gnolls.
In the eyes of the centaurs, these jackals are no better than these sadistic rat men, and they are also part of the group that must be exterminated.
There is no contact between the two parties.
As the vanguard, the most important task of these centaurs is to collect intelligence on this grassland.
After being solemn at the beginning, the actual contact inevitably made me a little more confused.
These ratmen are not strong. They encountered many ratmen along the way. Even the day before, they had a head-on encounter with a large number of ratmen mercenaries.
The number of centaurs is not large, only five hundred people, and an even larger team is still deep in the grassland.
There is a lot to consider in a war.
Supplies, weapons, and other things to worry about.
If the gods had not reached a consensus and made a contract, this vast expedition would never have happened.
Among the many races participating in the war, there are many mortal enemies.
The centaurs just hate the gnolls, but the tauren and the gnolls are completely incompatible with each other. Normally, contact between the two sides means a bloody battle.
If the gods had not suppressed all their differences and promoted this expedition together, this war would never have started.
No matter how arrogant they are, the kings, leaders, priests, leaders and powerful warriors of many races have become serious.
What kind of opponent makes all the gods afraid?
What kind of opponent is worthy of launching such an expedition?
But after arriving in this area, the captain of the Centaur Vanguard was still confused.
The five hundred Centaur vanguard dispersed the enemy force of nearly 10,000 people.
Why are you so weak?
The situation in this grassland is indeed serious, and the captains of the ubiquitous Ratmen and Centaur vanguard feel a little solemn.
But this is not enough. If the gods are to seriously launch such a huge expedition, what he has seen now is not enough.
These omnipresent ratmen are indeed troublesome.
But do they really deserve to be treated with such seriousness?
(End of this chapter)