Chapter 230, The Rat Man Who Devours Everything
The destruction of the church alarmed the church of God.
A group of church knights is about to arrive at this unknown edge village.
The knight in the castle who often ignored village affairs and longed to one day step into that majestic city made a rare speech in the center of the village.
More and more sneaky figures appear near the village.
This knight in old armor is not very good at boosting morale, or maybe he is not very good at saying something to the humble ordinary villagers in front of him who are never in the same class as himself.
The affairs officer climbed onto this simple high platform.
A patrol team was organized, not only during the day, but also at night.
For the upcoming church knight, this knight is quite distressed. His family was once prosperous, but that was almost three hundred years ago. For the recent but extremely powerful knight, The church was somewhat fearful.
But the people under his rule are looking forward to it.
This news was revealed to the villagers by the village affairs officer in order to stabilize the floating people's hearts.
Waiting.
During the day, the village is as peaceful as ever, with not much commotion, but most of the doors are closed. Even if one or two figures occasionally appear in the village, most of them are walking in a hurry, with indelible worry on their faces. .
The dark night is coming, and the young people in the village gather together. The guards of the castle will not participate in this patrol, and they will not participate in the matters here because they are too busy to take care of themselves.
The torch in his hand was lit, and the castle was also brightly lit. The leader of the patrol pulled three hounds and shouted loudly as if to give himself courage.
But the horrified shouts sounded not far away. The hounds noticed something, barked loudly, tightened the reins, and wanted to rush out, but their masters were a little more frightened, and they didn't stop. Take a step.
Until there was a commotion in the team behind them.
A hunched-over middle-aged man's eyes were red and he shouted out of control.
"Old Susan!"
The patrol really started to move. When they arrived, it seemed to be a little late. A group of rat men broke into a courtyard. , the door was overturned, and there was a lot of noise, claws and teeth, tearing at something, until the patrol team arrived.
The barking of the hound alarmed the rat-men who were baring their teeth and claws, and they became a little more panicked when faced with the shadowy torch.
The two sides looked at each other. A young rat man with blood on his face mustered up some courage and raised the spear in his hand high, wanting to intimidate the patrol in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the villagers in front of him.
At this time, there were a lot of rat people gathered in the yard, which at least gave these young guys courage.
Whether it's a battle or not, it depends on the reaction of the patrol.
The young rat men stood up and straightened their stooped waists. Amidst the sharp neighing, the movements of the other young rat men behind them also stopped one by one. As his kind eyes fell, the patrol captain's face showed an expression that should not have appeared.
Fear, there was a hint of fear on his face.
This made the leading young rat man have a look of violence in his eyes, as if he was sure of something.
A little more excited, the straightened waist stooped again, and the body trembled a little more, which was a precursor to an attack.
The hounds reacted even more violently.
At this moment, a hunched-backed middle-aged man rushed out of the patrol, with red eyes and he ignored it.
The excitement on the face of the leading young rat man was interrupted. Among the pitchforks that were waved carelessly, the rusty pitchfork was not just a weapon in appearance.
The other young rats behind them also noticed something and fled in a panic.
The rats fled in all directions, and the small yard suddenly became chaotic.
In an instant, almost all of them disappeared. The man with red eyes ignored him, and the young rat man who took the lead also lost his fighting spirit. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape at once. He was forced to When they reached the corner of the chicken coop, they still wanted to threaten him, but the man with red eyes didn't care so much.
The pitchfork penetrated the body of the young rat man. He tried to struggle in despair, but he was firmly nailed to the ground.
It all ended, but the ending was not happy, leaving only a messy yard and a desperate man.
Knelt down on the ground, covered his face, and started crying.
"Old Susan! Old Susan!"
He really loves his wife.
Just at this moment, a strong woman whose shoulders were almost as wide as the door frame rushed out from a house not far away.
The old Susan did not die. The gathered rat-men only knocked over the chicken coop in the yard. It seemed that the rat-men liked the hens raised by the farmers and did not even let go of the eggs.
The patrol arrived in time. In fact, it was probably not a big deal if it was a little late. Old Susan seemed very moved and rushed out with big strides, hugging the hunchbacked man in one fell swoop.
This is a kind of hug that can make breathing difficult. The hunchbacked man's face suddenly turned red from being strangled. Looking at the bulging muscles and strong body, the arms alone are almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary rat man. There may be no need to be so urgent and worried. Old Susan should be able to protect herself.
This year's rat men no longer wander around the barns and cellars where barley is piled, but have an inexplicable interest in flesh and blood.
A man from the patrol wanted to collect the body of the killed young rat man, but just as he stretched out his hand, the young rat man suddenly raised his head and bit the man hard. On his hand, three fingers were bitten off instantly, and screams rang out.
But this young rat man felt that he was not enough. He swallowed the fingers in his mouth and let out a harsh laugh. The hunchbacked figure strode forward, as if stepping on the grass in the farmland. Like a haystack, it trampled the young rat-man who was still struggling and was still alive. He pulled out the blood-stained pitchfork. The young rat-man raised his head and wanted to attack the farmer.
But the pitchfork fell first, piercing the young rat man's head, and the young rat man died completely.
Danger has brought about some changes. In crises, people are always more impressed by the powerful.
After today, even though the captain of the patrol has not changed, the hunchbacked man has become the center of the patrol.
He was just an ordinary farmer who had been doing farm work for most of his life, but he suddenly became a famous figure, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
There are more and more Rat Men.
Assaults and harassment have become more frequent, but they are supported by this ordinary village. There are indeed people with more special talents. Who would have thought that this ordinary hunchbacked farmer can be a A born warrior.
Especially when dealing with the Skaven.
Put out the pitchfork, step on the grass, and then stir up the hay. It is such a simple trick but it is extremely effective.
But it seems that nothing can be changed. There are more and more rat people wandering near the village. Even if the wooden walls are built, even the sentry towers are built. Even women and children climb on the sentry towers to start. Be vigilant in the dark.
But every day is more difficult than the day before.
Persevere and wait for the coming church knight.
But the church knights did not wait, but a flag arrived at the outskirts of the village first.
A real army of Skaven has arrived.
Instead of appearing in the dark night, he appeared openly and openly in the daytime, bringing real fear.
Be fortunate that the flag arriving here is not a dark flag, but the results are the same.
A ratman wearing dark full-body armor serves as the commander, carrying a yellow and black fur flag.
Yes, Qi visited this village. After officially advancing into the forest, Shuzhan began to divide his troops. This was his way to deal with the possible attack from the heretical gods.
Mouse War, which has not yet replenished the supervising team, would be difficult to command even if it forcibly dragged this huge army, so it was simply divided into several large and small parts.
Rat War did not give any clear orders to the separated armies, and even he still insisted on appointing rat warlords, which brought a bit of confusion. After all, there was no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates in the Eastern Expeditionary Force. of.
The separated rat army also lacked a commander, and the rat war completely ignored this problem.
He gave an extremely generous price. He didn't care what these rat troops who were randomly thrown out like bait were going to do, but if he wanted rewards, if he wanted blood mushrooms, he wanted those The location of the Skaven Warlord.
That means you have to show your merits and exchange them for the eyes of these weird hairless monkeys.
Yes, in the eyes of the rat people, the ghost-eyed humans are just a group of weird hairless monkeys, poor imitators.
It is somewhat similar to the great god, but even the imitation is somewhat different. The great god does not have three eyes, and the great god does not have a weird blue skin.
If you want to imitate it, it should be that noble red color!
Some weird ideas appeared, but the rat people did not hold back at all against this group of ghost-eyed humans. They were not completely similar, but they were completely different. Heretics were all heretics who would be executed!
As for whether there will be some other emotions in this emotion, that is unknown.
Envy or jealousy, why do you resemble a great god, why can you resemble a great god.
This is an awkward feeling, although in this awkward emotion, there is no big difference between the way the rat people treat the ghost-eyed human race and the way they treat other races.
They are all killings, they are all thrown into pools of blood, they are all sacrifices.
Kill you, erase you, and you will no longer resemble me, my great god.
A simple, efficient, and completely free processing method.
Of course, there will be special preferential treatment.
The rat people regard the Dark Eye people as a hateful heresy, a dangerous heresy, and a heresy that must be completely eliminated.
This is not a preference.
(End of this chapter)