Chapter 272, Neighbors Farming Grain
The twisted roars kept sounding, and the torches raised high could only light up the small distance in front of them. The rat men broke in from the darkness, tough and yellowed. Saliva drips from the teeth.
This is a guy who is not very particular about hygiene.
The expression is ferocious, the eyes are red and bloodshot, and the body is trembling slightly.
Because of excitement, but also because of fear.
Being driven and carried towards the battlefield, amidst the noisy sounds and crowded environment, they unconsciously launched a charge.
Excited, not far away, a mountain warrior was dragged down by the rat warriors, and the horrified screams echoed in his ears.
Fear, more rats will die.
The smell of blood was present at the beginning of the conflict, the pungent smell of rust.
The Rats keep coming.
When the number expands to a certain level, these cowardly rats will indeed change to a certain extent and become braver, or even crazier.
The eyes were red, and he couldn't care about other things. He charged fearlessly, which was somewhat decent, but somewhat short-lived.
The crazy appearance soon began to dissipate. This huge army had no morale. The greedy rat warlord was unwilling to even sprinkle a few crumbs, so naturally don't expect this. How brave the guy would be.
Soon, amid the screams that kept echoing around him, fear regained the upper hand, and with an expression of panic, he began to flee towards the battlefield.
The formations of both sides were smashed to pieces by these fleeing rat men.
The rat men from behind were still pressing forward, and in that darkness, countless rat men were driving forward.
The chaotic formation raised the cruelty of this battlefield to several levels.
The mountain priest was dancing wildly, and various special methods were displayed, such as boulders, flames, thunder, and various blessings layered on top of each other. .
With all kinds of blessings, the power of the elements was activated in such a wild and primitive posture, and in the brilliant brilliance, it ruthlessly tore apart both sides on the battlefield.
Yes, on both sides, the wild witchcraft of the mountain priests is much more powerful than that of the priests accompanying the army, but as a price, the horrific damage can only be borne by both sides on the battlefield.
The violent elemental power wreaks havoc on the battlefield, and the mountain warriors with bare upper bodies fight fearlessly amidst the angry roars.
The morale of these guys is much higher than that of the rat people.
In such a bad situation, there is not much fear on their faces. ‘
The wild warriors slapped their shields in the flames, fighting against the endless rat warriors in front of them.
The quality of this army is not high, and it is even less likely that there are rat priests willing to join it. It is just a ragtag group that was coerced into being in a very short time by recruiting strong men.
Faced with the various dazzling methods used by the mountain coalition forces in front of them, there was not much they could do, or even only one thing.
Invest more strength.
Every moment there are a large number of mobs fleeing the battlefield.
Running around with fear.
Every moment, a large number of people died on the spot, their lives taken away by sharp blades, wild witchcraft, poisoned arrows, and all kinds of things.
The corpses of the Skaven began to pile up.
More Skaven were pushed onto the battlefield.
The greedy guy stood on a high place, dancing wildly. The situation of the war was not clear, and the mountain coalition army managed to hold on with difficulty.
Countless rat warriors were pushed onto the battlefield and turned into piles of corpses.
Morale is difficult to maintain, and the situation is not that smooth.
That greedy rat warlord raised his flag high.
I don’t intend to give up. Maybe the evaluation of the rat priests needs to be expanded. Not only those nagging guys are madmen, but maybe these rat warlords are also madmen. In other words, the rat people are all crazy. It's a bunch of lunatics.
I put everything aside until I personally set foot on the battlefield.
Those mountain priests were exhausted to the extreme, and calling for the use of such powerful wild witchcraft was not without cost.
Many mountain priests shriveled up a lot in a very short period of time and became extremely thin, as if they were walking skeletons.
The greedy rat warlord raised the spear in his hand high, and countless rat men accompanied him. This was the last wave of impact.
As long as you can persevere.
The mountain priest who already looked like a skeleton began to dance more intensely.
The weird movements and dazzling brilliance are even more weird. The mountain warriors are not afraid of such weird dances, and even become excited again at this time.
The loud shouting has no regard for the cruel battle going on at this time.
This is a dance without the power of the elements, a sacrificial dance, a dance dedicated to the ancestors.
The uniform and loud cheering became the best accompaniment to this sacrificial dance.
The mountain warriors are fighting with all their strength. They have no other choice, either to tear the rat men in front of them to pieces, or to be torn apart by the rat men in front of them.
Struggle with all your strength.
The greedy rat warlord slammed in, roaring angrily and fighting desperately.
Either tear the mountain warriors in front of them into pieces and sweep the country to crown themselves, or lose everything in their hands and start over.
Such greed is not without a price. He cannot retreat, nor can he lose. The huge army that is being coerced, and the rat people in that army, will abandon him without hesitation after his failure. he.
How smoothly it is formed and how quickly it expands, then how spectacular it will be when the army falls apart.
Of course, as a rat warlord, he has different rights. Even if the army collapses, even if the war is lost, and even if he is abandoned by his rat men, he still has the opportunity to start over.
At least they won't become corpses piled on the ground like those unlucky ones he pushed onto the battlefield.
But can he accept such a result?
On the front line of the war, the angry guy kept waving the spear in his hand. Nourished by the abundant blood mushrooms, he was indeed much stronger than the average rat warrior. He always waved the metal spear in his hand. The spear can easily repel the guy standing in front of you.
He is constantly tearing apart the defense lines of the mountain warriors. As a warlord, he violently tears apart the enemy's defense lines during the war. This is a normal thing, but there is a problem.
This rat warlord is much stronger than the average rat warrior. He is also stronger than the average mountain warrior, but not strong enough.
At least not strong enough compared to those warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles.
A strong man with strange and bright tattoos all over his body stood in front of this greedy guy. There was no more fighting, he just pressed down the long stick in his hand heavily.
This greedy rat warlord felt the pressure and roared violently.
He simply threw down the spear in his hand, rolled over, and the long stick fell heavily to the ground. With a dull sound, a small crater was smashed out.
The greedy rat warlord pulled out the daggers from his waist. There were three daggers in total. Two were held tightly in his hands, and one was thrown towards the strong man. The daggers were severely hit. It flew out hard and was caught by a soft tail.
The ability to hold weapons with the tail is something that almost every rat warlord will definitely use. The dexterous tail can also handle weapons.
To be fair, the ratman's fighting ability is not weak, but in most cases, the weak physical fitness cannot reflect this. You can't go to goblins to wrestle. This is a problem. Even if you win, it's not an honorable thing.
Three short blades poked out from three tricky angles, and this greedy guy also slammed towards the strong man.
Smoothly, very easily, he got in front of the strong man, with three short blades, two thrust into the abdomen, one thrust into the neck, all of which were immersed in the flesh and blood. This greedy man The guy even smelled the smell of blood.
It went too smoothly, everything went too smoothly. Instinctively, this greedy guy sensed something was wrong.
Suddenly, a big hand pulled him into his arms. In an instant, all the hair on his body stood up. He wanted to struggle, but when he subconsciously raised his head, he saw the long stick that had been pounded down hard.
Despair and madness appeared on his face.
“No!”
In this blow, the greedy guy died suddenly on the spot, with red and white splattering everywhere.
The strong man let go of the corpse in his arms, and the corpse fell weakly to the ground. The flag that was carried behind him also fell to the ground at this moment.
The battlefield was quiet for a moment.
What followed was a grand rout. They ran very cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation. All the rat warriors collapsed.
The mountain warriors did not pursue them. This cruel battle made those who survived, whether they were warriors or priests, so exhausted.
The strong man seemed to let go of something after seeing such a scene and knelt on the ground.
The greedy guy did not feel wrong. Three short blades hit the man accurately, two were inserted into the stomach, and one cut the throat.
This is a way of trading life for life, but there is no other way. After being nourished by abundant blood mushrooms, this rat warlord is indeed much stronger than ordinary people.
Knelt down on the ground, his body fell heavily. In the corner of the battlefield, blood continued to gush out from the wound on his neck, and soon the whole place was dyed red.
I don’t know why this guy made such an extreme decision, but he did change the direction of this war.
Even though this huge rat army was on the verge of collapse, killing the greedy rat warlord was not in vain. At least it would end the war faster.
It also allowed more people to survive.
The mountain people paid the price. A large number of mountain warriors fell on the battlefield, stacked with the corpses of the rat men.
But fortunately, fortunately, they won the war.
Really?
Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared again in the distance and in the darkness. Even though they were not as large as the rat men who just came, their appearance at this point was so despairing.
Not all the Skaven warlords were involved in this war.
Seven rat warlords broke into this province together. Another one was lost in this war. So, where are the other six guys?
Now, the answer is revealed. The other six rat warlords have been watching here and watching this area.
Obviously, they are also paying attention to the outcome of this duel, and not only are they paying attention, they are also bringing their own troops here.
Perhaps he was preparing to do a small favor to his colleagues when the time came, maybe, but that guy was too reckless, rushed to the front line, and was killed instantly, without even a chance to save him. None are given.
What a shame.
Their appearance brought fear to these exhausted mountain people. It was obvious that their condition at this time no longer supported them in continuing the next war.
Even fearless warriors will feel desperate in such a situation, but their quality is indeed good, and even in despair they still hold onto their weapons firmly.
But unexpectedly, no rat men appeared in front of them anymore. The scarlet eyes that covered all directions and lit up in the darkness gradually dimmed until they finally disappeared. .
The rat warlords did not attack the exhausted mountain people, but began to chase the rat men running all over the mountains and plains.
The arrogant guy still left something for his colleagues. These fleeing rat warriors were a huge asset. The six rat warlords gave up attacking the mountain people in unison. Chewing heavily on the corpse left behind by the arrogant guy.
Not surprising.
The greedy guy has already opened half of the can, and what these rat warlords need to decide is just a qualification, who is qualified to eat the half-opened can.
At this time, the biggest competitors are not these mountain people, but their own colleagues.
Competing with each other for the fleeing rat army.
Qi is also in this group. He has the fewest troops, but his fighting posture is no weaker than those of rat warlords who have accumulated a large number of troops.
The reason why this can be done.
It is one thing to have a higher morale of the army in hand, but it is another thing to have a cavalry specially used to deal with fellow soldiers.
He became the first rat warlord to fight against his colleagues in this competition.
Compared to those large and small camps located in the basin, my colleagues are also equally plump, but a bit prickly.
A rat warlord was attacked by a flag, and most of his army was defeated. A camp where resources were accumulated was found along the way.
It implements the idea that my neighbors collect grain and I store guns, and my neighbors are my granaries.
This guy's motives have always been impure. I can only say that being a colleague with this guy is really a blessing.
Following this momentum, the flag jumped up and began to emerge on this chaotic battlefield.
(End of this chapter)