From Skaven to God-King of War - #260 - Chapter 259, precursor

In the streets and alleys, in the darkness, there are rustling sounds and sneaky figures.

What the steward was worried about has happened. The rat men, big and small in the city, the rat men everywhere are about to decide on their leader, a rat covered in pitch black.

This process took place in the dim slum. Countless rat men gathered around him. A flag with complex patterns was held high by him. It came from an abandoned and abandoned church. This was The flag of the God of Stargazing was held high by this guy.

The flag is covered with bloody lines drawn one by one. It is obvious that this guy is not a professional guy. It is not surprising that there are no professionals like rat priests in Mountain Dew City from beginning to end.

Is such an act a sacrilege? I don’t know, and no Rat Man should care now.

The purple flag was painted with scarlet lines. It was raised high, and fanatical shouts came one after another. A simple altar was pushed out, and a grand sacrifice was about to begin.

The rat people began to move and received a quick response. A grand ceremony was what all the rat people longed for.

The city is about to begin to completely turmoil, and crises inside and outside the city are about to erupt.

The dark rat men held high the blasphemous flag, and a large number of rat men responded. It is true that this is not an elite team, and even the weapons in their hands are so messy, including pots and pans, wooden sticks, kitchen knives, and wheels. There is even such a thing as a manure scoop, which can be described as a mess.

But it is about to gather into a tide that will impact everything in this area.

Don’t underestimate them, they are really enough to become the source of chaos in this city. As long as these guys are allowed to carry out this simple yet grand sacrifice smoothly, as long as they are allowed to bring the people living in this area to Those poor guys were all piled up on this simple altar.

Until a figure appeared at the end of the street.

Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared in the darkness everywhere.

In the dim streets, only the simple altar of the god had light. Some relatively fresh corpses were piled on the altar. A black rat-man holding a flag of blasphemy stood in the light.

The sneaky guys were observing. The figure at the end of the street took steps step by step, and the black rat man also started to move.

The dark rat man pulled out a knight’s sword.

Yes, that’s right, a knight’s sword. He didn’t handle this heavy sword smoothly. He needed to hold it with both hands to use it smoothly, which seemed particularly weird.

There are many smart guys among the rat people, and sometimes, some guys will learn some strange things.

Take this guy for example. He hides in a small house and watches the knights living in it practice sword skills every day. A ratman who learns sword skills. It always feels wrong and a bit weird to describe him like this, but he is He did it, he really learned it, and when he left the army, he personally executed his teacher with a big sword in his hand.

The figure striding forward clenched the pitchfork in his hand.

This is a rare duel. For the Dark Rat Man, as the newly ascended leader, the Dark Rat Man must use various means to establish his status and prestige. A grand sacrifice is one way. Strong power is also a way.

How to show your powerful strength, defeating a powerful enemy is the best demonstration.

The rat people gathered here are composed of small groups. Single combat is not a method recommended by the rat people, but it is obvious that the leaders of the small groups are not so convinced by the dark rat people. .

Amidst the sharp neighing, the dark rat man stepped forward. You can see the precise movements of the human knights on this weird guy. It was just a rat man performing these moves, but it was so dazzling no matter how you looked at it. .

The heavy knight’s sword fell heavily, spinning endlessly with each move, but it was only a pitchfork that resisted the knight’s sword.

The material of the pitchfork is good, the smooth and straight wooden pole is stained with rust, but the fork head made of material, in the collision again and again, caused a series of sparks, but it was not cut off or deformed. After all, it was made Just for long term use.

It’s still that simple move, even if it makes him retreat continuously after being hit.

The battle has been inconclusive for a long time. The Pitchfork Knight is unimaginably stable. Even though the heavy sword keeps falling and retreats step by step, there is always no flaw.

The dark rat man let out a sharp hiss, and his body began to tremble slightly. This situation often occurs in those cowardly guys, or they may be overly angry, leaping high, and the bright and sharp knight’s sword fell heavily. , the Pitchfork Knight took several steps back and blocked the attack, but as a price, the pitchfork broke and the old man in his hand was chopped into two pieces.

The dark ratman raised the knight’s sword high in his hand, and intermittent cheers emerged from the surrounding darkness. It was obvious that the battle was about to be decided.

Sneaky guys appeared from the darkness and climbed to the tops of the simple shacks. Their figures appeared in Pitchfork Knight’s sight, piled together and shadowy.

The Pitchfork Knight took a deep breath and held the broken wooden handle in his hand. He was a little at a loss. He didn’t know many things. Flirting, stabbing, and pressing were just these three movements. The weapons he knew how to use. Not much, just a pitchfork.

But at this time, the pitchfork in his hand was cut off.

Still not retreating, the dark figure suddenly stopped being so impatient. It seemed that he saw the guy’s helplessness. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, his scarlet eyes looked up and down, and he slowly approached step by step.

Feint and then lunge.

In that awkward but still swift and sharp movement, he got close to the Pitchfork Knight, and the long sword in his hand was sent out fiercely, and bright red blood spilled out. Like playing with a toy, the dark rat man jumped up high, He kicked Pitchfork Knight in the chest and Pitchfork Knight sat heavily on the ground.

The pitch-black rat-man landed not far away, the amusement on his face so obvious.

This old armor was pierced, and he used the half pitchfork in his hand to support himself and stood up with difficulty.

Pitchfork Knight was defeated.

The rat men surrounding him became even more excited.

Perhaps the actions these days were not in vain, a voice appeared, it was a girl who was still a little immature.

The girl who was saved by the Pitchfork Knight was not taken away by the Holy See Knights.

At this time, he stood up.

Many people in this area are secretly watching what is happening here. These guys are like ostriches, huddled in their simple shacks and paying no attention to the outside world.

Although the situation is indeed like this, whether it is the nobles who have fixed their destiny, or the gangs, evil wizards, aliens, greedy officeholders, and city guards, these are not something they can fight against. As long as they lower their heads, Just pray that the uncertainty of fate will not happen to you.

The immature girl held a rusty table knife tightly in her hand, but she dared to shout loudly with that sharp voice.

“You bad guys, let go of Brother Knight!”

But it really has no deterrent effect. The Pitchfork Knight stands between the dark rat man and the immature girl. The immature child’s body is trembling slightly, coming from the real fear, but simply, the dark rat man seems to be afraid of the grass. Cross Knight was even more interested.

The knight’s sword hit the Pitchfork Knight’s calf hard, causing him to kneel to the ground again. The immature girl’s eyes were red, but she was more courageous than most people in this slum. .

He threw the rusty table knife in his hand towards the dark rat man.

It didn’t hit, but it attracted some attention. He just waved his hand. Some rat men understood what he meant, appeared from the darkness, and rushed towards the immature girl.

Seeing this scene, Pitchfork Knight let out a roar, the first roar in this battle, but he was stepped hard on the calf that was hit by the knight’s heavy sword.

My eyes were red, but I couldn’t get up.

Seeing that the immature child was about to die in the hands of the rat man, but he couldn’t get up no matter what.

There was a bit more trembling in the roar, such unwillingness.

In the simple shack, these miserable guys were still peeking in. Even though they couldn’t bear it, no one stood up. Such cowardice.

The immature child ran tremblingly, but how could he outrun the chasing rat man?

Until a flash of purple light lit up in the darkness.

A long sword engraved with complex patterns and shining brightly cut through the sky and arrived here. It accurately hit a rat warrior who was chasing the immature child and penetrated the rat man. The other chasing rat warriors were frightened.

The Knights of the Holy See broke into this area. The large number of ratmen gathered here were discovered by the mercenary team hired in the adjacent neighborhood. Faced with so many ratmen, they did not even have the courage to go deep and reported the matter to Affairs officer and attracted these Holy See knights.

The streets began to roar with the running knights of the Holy See, and the knights covered in glory burst into view. Faced with this situation, even if the dark ratmen were unwilling to retreat, they had no choice. The ratmen gathered around began to waver.

Very angry, but helpless.

At this moment, the prostrate Pitchfork Knight on the ground moved. The broken half of the pitchfork was suddenly thrown out by the Pitchfork Knight on the ground. It crossed the face of the dark rat man, but did not kill this weird guy. Three bloody wounds were left on his eyes. Such wounds made the dark rat man even more ferocious. In anger, he raised the knight’s sword high in his hand, just to kill him. of this guy killed.

At this time, the Holy See knight also arrived, and the rat men around him were running away. The knight’s sword raised high was held by an arm wrapped with purple brilliance. It was the leading knight who led the charge against the violent knights.

He arrived immediately and saved the dying Pitchfork Knight.

The dark rat man decisively let go of the knight’s sword in his hand and ran wildly behind him. The Holy See knight army was about to arrive. When he was about to enter the darkness, he paused and looked deeply at the two guys behind him with his bloody scarlet eyes. One glance, especially the long pause on Pitchfork Knight.

Disappearing in the darkness, the rat men gathered here dispersed in a hurry. The leading Holy See knight threw the knight’s sword in his hand to the side of the street, and did not pursue it rashly. They were not good at attacking. Fight in that complex environment.

Behind him, other knights from the Holy See arrived on horseback. One brought the big sword of the leading knight, and the other arrived with the immature child under his arm.

The leading knight got off his horse and pulled up the fallen Pitchfork Knight.

He pushed open his mask and thanked the Pitchfork Knight seriously.

“Thank you, thank you for saving the people here!”

A young face appeared. The powerful leading knight was unexpectedly young. Behind him, the Holy See knights pushed aside the masks on their helmets one by one, revealing all young faces.

In other words, the Holy See Knights are all extremely young.

The embarrassed Pitchfork Knight took out a bulging bag from his waist, took out a piece of blood-stained bread, pushed away the mask, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was seriously injured, but he didn’t even call a doctor. All the money is gone.

We can only follow the local methods in the village and eat enough when we are sick.

The red and rough face was full of suffering caused by pain. The leading knight noticed this, and the purple light fell, bringing healing to the Holy See Knight.

The flow of blood stopped.

In the distance, a roar sounded from the towering city walls, echoing here, and the war began again.

The Holy See knights pulled on their masks.

The leading knight saluted the Pitchfork Knight.

They still had something to do, and soon they were running away again.

A childish voice sounded.

“Wow! It’s Grandpa Knight!”

It was that immature girl. The Holy See knights who rushed to the battlefield still did not take this little guy away. The little guy’s first words made the Pitchfork Knight stunned. He and the little girl were a little awkward, okay. Well, what the Pitchfork Knight looked like under his mask somewhat shattered this little girl’s imagination, and the Pitchfork Knight was not used to being called that.

Two figures, one big and one small, glared at each other.

But it also diluted the solemn atmosphere here. Even the pile of corpses not far away and the simple altar worshiping an unknown evil god were not so dazzling.

This area was saved by Pitchfork Knight, but the city had to face a more serious situation.

The pitch-black rat man was not killed. Although his inauguration was interrupted by the Pitchfork Knight, this could only be delayed for a while. Soon, a surging rat tide might descend on the city.

This is not a good situation.