Chapter 363, I am still a rat warlord
The dock began to collapse.
Falling towards this bend in the river, the people standing on the dock were unable to escape and fell into the water one after another.
The heavy elemental chaos cannon also fell into the river bend along with the accompanying mage with red eyes due to such an incident.
The scene was chaotic.
The Empire's No. 1 Magical Equipment Force lives up to its elite name. Even a remnant army is so difficult to deal with. In such a situation, the surviving guys are crawling out of the river bend like evil ghosts. He came out, holding his magic rifle, clinging to the remains of the collapsed dock, and frantically attacked the incoming rat-men.
The two sides were almost fighting each other in this ruins on the water.
Until these guys' magic rifles lose their magic energy replenishment, this war of more against fewer will truly make progress.
Qi eagerly jumped into the river bend, paddling hard with his hands and feet in the lake water that had become turbid due to the chaos.
Until I climbed up to a ruins, here, a guy carrying a flag lay weakly holding his stomach.
It's the commander of the empire's first magic weapon unit.
Obviously, he was defeated from the siege.
Some corpses, dying rat warriors, and a few still standing rat warriors stood beside the enemy commander.
Qi glanced at the fallen guy, and after confirming that he posed no threat to him, his eyes fell on the flag he was carrying.
The derivation was a little more fiery, after all, this was the certificate of nomination that he was going to hand over to those big shots.
He stretched out his paws, eager to grab the flag.
But he didn't pull it over. The flag was tightly grabbed by this dying guy.
The guy with blood still flowing from his abdomen raised his head, and his contemptuous expression was thrown at the flag.
This is a kind of ridicule that can be understood without understanding the language.
Qi’s eyes narrowed.
A mouthful of saliva was quenched out and directed towards Qi. At this moment, Qi also chopped off his head.
Perhaps because he was born in a dark corner of the city, Qi doesn't care so much about humiliation. He cares more about more practical things.
He finally pulled the flag into his arms, under the watchful eyes of the rats present.
Self-taught, he raised the enemy flag high in his hand. This scene was seen by the ratmen who were still alive.
Scattered cheers appeared in the ruins.
This was a tragic victory. It was hard to say whether one-tenth of the 100,000-strong army survived the attack.
In other words, even ten thousand people could not be gathered together, and only sporadic rat men appeared in front of Qi.
A tragic victory, but still a victory.
Leaving.
Qi promised rewards to the ratmen who besieged the enemy commander, and the surviving ratmen slowly gathered around him.
A miserable situation.
There really aren’t many Skaven left.
Qi was clutching the flag in his hand tightly at this moment. Obviously, the next thing was not to look at him.
This is a big gamble.
Before leaving, Qi did not forget one thing. He kicked the enemy commander in the head and entered the river bend, where he floated up and down in the river.
Qi took his remaining army and left in a mad rush, leaving only a mess of ruins and a large number of corpses.
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Twin Fortress, Qi returned here. He was the first rat warlord to return, and he was waiting outside the hall of the gods with some uneasiness.
The flag has been sent up by him. Next, the reaction of the big man in the temple guard will determine his fate. He can't help but become nervous and starts to wander in front of the gate in small steps. got up.
Finally, the results are out.
A big shot wanted to summon him. An expression of surprise clearly appeared on Qi's face.
Well, he looks a bit flattering now. After all, the current rat warlords are generally not that tough.
Stepped into the main hall.
In the sacred pillar in the center of the temple, he saw a temple guard wearing gorgeous armor.
This big bet, the flag bet has won half, he has received investment, and the temple guards are willing to provide you with funding, but there is a prerequisite.
That flag was not enough to prove his worth, and another task was issued.
Capture a fortress.
It is not that he is allowed to go in his current state. The various resources, soldiers, aberrant ratmen, and storm rats are all piled up behind the Twin Fortresses.
The flag can take away part of it.
Flag left the temple of the gods.
Obviously, this matter is not easy, but he has no choice.
The flattery on his face was put away, and he became more thoughtful.
He had no other choice, either to capture the fortress or to find no such person on this battlefield.
Take a step forward.
Get out of the thick door that opened a gap and come to the other side of the Twin Fortresses, the other side that connects the subcontinent and the scarlet grassland.
It's very lively here, and a huge number of rat people gather here.
A large permanent assembly was set up in that open place. Rat caravans came and went here, various rat mercenaries, and rat farmers dragging their agricultural products.
Of course, these are not the most important.
The most important thing is the various resources, weapons, war machines, and the young rat people piled in the corner, piled into mountains.
From these, he can choose almost at will to fill his army and form a truly powerful army.
With a truly powerful army, he can be considered a true rat warlord.
No matter what, he will become a veritable rat warlord again soon. Isn’t that what he does all of this for?
He is not the flag of the humble, he is the flag of the rat warlord, he is the flag of the big shot.
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In the corner of the gathering, Qi saw a familiar figure, the colleague he met in the mountains.
A rat warlord just like him.
It’s just that at this time, his colleague’s situation is not so good.
In the corner, he was hung up high, looking weak, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.
And a big-clawed priest stood in front of this guy who was hung high.
The introduction was endless, as if he wanted to attract people to pay a good price, and the product was the guy who was hung high.
It's just a pity that no one cares about it.
From time to time, rat men stopped, but no one was willing to ask about the price.
The appearance of the guy who was hung up high was really not very good. He was dark all over, not tall enough, and he looked weak.
It really doesn’t look good.
If there is no rat man willing to raise the price, the fate of this guy who is hung up will not be very good. The priests of the big claw are not particularly gentle towards useless goods.
At this time.
The hoisted dark ratman saw the flag.
(End of this chapter)