Chapter 147, Saint on earth, unlucky rat war, a little sprout

Chapter 147, Saint on earth, unlucky rat war, a little sprout

Just a few days later, some sheep orc knights came to the burning ruins.

They witnessed the huge Jingguan and the continuous tents that were burned into gray and black ruins.

In horror, this news was quickly passed back.

The destruction of a huge tribe brought huge shock to this corner of the huge grassland.

The running sheep orc warriors brought the news to every tribe on this grassland.

The tribes lost this time belong to ordinary sheep orcs.

It is one of the four tribes that survived the war of conquest by the wolf-orcs.

It was only completely destroyed in a surprise attack by Rat War.

To this end, the powerful people on this grassland began to gather.

The argali tribe also received the invitation.

Faced with the sudden destruction of the tribe and the powerful enemy that was still shrouded in mist, the high priest of the sheep orcs temporarily put aside the conflict between the two tribes.

In front of a meandering stream on the grassland.

The rulers of this four-season pasture gather together.

The leader of three sheep orcs and a high priest.

Two argali leaders and a high priest.

We are all old friends, and we are also old rivals.

A few years ago, they were still fighting against each other on the battlefield, but now they had to sit together under the sudden appearance of a foreign enemy.

The last time this happened.

It was still at the end of the wolf-orc war to conquer the Four Seasons Ranch.

The sheep orcs faced the two high priests of the argali tribe.

One looked calm, while the other had an obvious look of gloating on his face.

The high priest of the argali tribe is the guy with a gloating expression.

Although they both belong to the big family of sheep orcs, they have never been friends, unless the balance between the two parties is too delicate.

A war should have broken out long ago.

The sheep orc high priest obviously understands this.

His face was neither sad nor happy, but the words in his mouth were obviously a bit vulnerable.

Facing the powerful enemy that appeared from outside the grassland.

It was the ordinary sheep orcs living on the outside of the grassland who were the first to be hit.

This is why the high priest of the Argali tribe is so gloating about misfortunes.

"The foreign enemy declared by the gods has appeared."

Lowering his eyelids, the high priest of the sheep orcs said this in calm words.

But what he got in exchange was the expression of the high priest of the argali tribe that had not changed at all.

A look of gloating.

Both high priests looked old.

But the high priest of the Argali tribe is missing an eye.

The empty eye sockets made his face look a little more ferocious.

There is no need to answer at all.

The hatred between the two has already left no room for relaxation in the accumulation of grievances.

Even if both parties come from the same lineage, they still belong to the same big clan.

His eye was shot blind by the sheep-orc high priest in front of him.

"I will gather the warriors of the tribe, but you should know that after our destruction, you will also face war.

Even the most unwise vultures will give up the fight for the bones when the strong wind is coming. "

Low words.

But there was still no response.

The high priest of the goat orc raised his head slightly.

He placed his eyes on the argali high priest in front of him and opened his eyes. They were a pair of cloudy eyes, but they were so sharp at the moment.

"If you don't understand this, then I'll shoot your other eye out!"

Such words instantly made the face of the old argali priest look even more ferocious.

He wanted to look at the old sheep orc priest in front of him, but his eyes involuntarily shifted while looking at each other.

Even if you hate the other person to the extreme.

But the high priest of the Argali tribe had to admit that he was not as good as the old guy in front of him.

If he is the unruly eagle on the grassland, then he is just the peregrine falcon flying under its wings.

The bad relationship between the two is not shallow.

The two of them participated in the first war between the argali tribe and the sheep orcs.

It was a fight for a piece of pasture.

At the beginning of the war, the argali tribe still had a great advantage.

But the result of that war was a disastrous defeat for the argali tribe. He was shot blind in one eye, but he was lucky enough to save his life.

Subsequently, in the war after war, as the priests of the Argali tribe fell one by one, his position also rose step by step, and finally took the position of high priest.

And the same goes for the opposite side.

It's just that he ascended to the position of high priest amidst defeats one after another, while the other side was forged by victories one after another.

In this way, his name echoed on the grassland, like the brave wind, but he became the old blind man.

In these thoughts, the expression of the argali tribe's high priest became more and more ferocious.

He raised his head and forced himself to look at the old guy in front of him and the brave Feng.

Until I saw his old face.

Suddenly, all the irritability and unwillingness faded away.

Become calm.

But in the end, he won, even if the means were not glorious. The soaring eagle in the sky was defeated by another stronger and younger eagle, had its wings broken, and fell to the earth.

But his peregrine falcon, which he looked down upon, was still soaring in the sky.

"Then let's try it."

He had also silently made a vow that he would bring back this blind eye to the guy in front of him.

must.

The old blind man turned around and left with the leader of the argali tribe.

The discussion ended unhappily.

The old sheep orc high priest Feng did not look at the old blind man who was going away, but focused his sight on the vast sky.

He is indeed an eagle with broken wings.

Unable to soar in this vast grassland, he could only drag his tired body to try to protect his ethnic group.

In that battle of conquest.

At the end of the war, when he saw no hope of victory at all, he gave up continuing the war, even though the warriors of the tribe were still willing to follow him.

He gave up his pride and dignity, took the initiative to break his spine, and knelt down before the young wolf king.

In exchange for his mercy, he got more reserved fire.

But from that day on, that brave and fearless warrior officially died.

Only an old guy was left.

That powerful warrior on the grassland, as unruly as the wind, should have died long ago.

But at this moment, he still wanted to hold the weapon.

The sheep orcs cannot give up the vast pastures, nor will they bow down to those horned guys.

Someone has to blow the horn again, this won't be an easy war!

But it is a war that must be fought!

The wind turned around.

He cast his gaze at the leaders of the tribes behind him.

But I found that they all raised their chests high.

He looked at himself hotly and excitedly.

Shaked his head.

A smile suddenly appeared on the old and wrinkled face of the old Feng.

"I'm obviously so old!"

Just with a call, a huge transfer and migration took place among the sheep orc tribe.

A large number of warriors took off the bows and arrows in the tents, put on their scimitars, mounted the giant sheep, and left the tribe in excitement to say goodbye to their families.

Gathering towards their hero.

Even though he is old, their fathers once swore to fight for him, and now, they do the same.

That is the eagle on the grassland, that is their beloved elder, that is the great and legendary hero.

It is also their belief.

The sheep orcs no longer believed in their weak gods, who did not fight with them until the last moment, and who could not protect them.

It's simply not worthy of their belief.

But their great hero still retained the title of high priest, so some traces of the god were still retained.

Even though he is old, he is still a little depressed.

But the sheep orcs have always believed that he will lead the sheep orcs to gallop on the grassland again.

And now! This is the moment!

Rat Zhan's luck has always been bad.

As soon as we entered the grassland, we met an extremely difficult guy.

A true legend, a saint of sorts.

Although he is old.

Shu Zhan still knows nothing about all this for the time being. He is currently busy with some complicated things.

For example, dragging the giant sheep carcasses left behind after the sacrifice to a suitable place and throwing them away.

Rat War This guy picked an excellent spot.

This sinister guy piled all the piles of giant sheep carcasses at the source of the water in the Four Seasons Ranch.

In order to achieve better results, a large lake was dug out of the gurgling river.

Watching the corpse sink and float in it, he nodded with satisfaction.

And this is one of the many complicated things he handles.

There is also the arrival of the temple guards.

When the temple guards heard that a huge temple was built here, they rushed over immediately.

But when they arrived and saw the newly built temple, their noses were almost wilted with anger.

Why! Why is this an open-air temple? And it was built outside the fort!

What are you doing!

The captain of the temple guard was so angry that he even wanted to point at Shu Zhan's nose and curse.

The other things being watched by the rat priests and rat warriors were secondary. This was something that the senior priests had to worry about. They were only responsible for guarding the temple.

But why did you build it outside the fortress?

If the enemy attacks, are you going to pull out the great god to defend the city?

But in the end, the captain of the temple guard still didn't dare to curse in the face of the old god's presence, but this didn't mean that he didn't do anything.

The temple guards brought in were left behind.

He returned the same way and ran all the way back to the outpost. Not long after, a larger group of temple guards arrived.

The leader of the temple guards also arrived together. The leader of the temple guards was not so afraid of the rat war.

Pointing at Shu Zhan's nose and yelling.

It’s just that the old god is still there in the rat war.

The leader of the temple guards was furious.

Suddenly, a war is about to break out. Although the temple guards are not a regular military establishment, their strength is not small at all.

Even though they are numerically weaker than the rat army in Shu Zhan's hands, their combat effectiveness is not bad at all.

It's just that there is no fear in the rat war at all.

And indeed, he does not need to be afraid.

The leader of the temple guards finally took the initiative to swallow this breath, and mobilized five thousand temple guards to guard the open-air temple placed outside the city with him.

But at the same time, this bridge was also forged.

Originally, Shu Zhan had no grievances with the temple guards. Even because he was also a temple guard, the temple guards still had a certain fondness for him.

Even those senior rat priests fought fiercely with him.

It's just that this time it happened.

That means there is nothing to talk about. It can even be said that the situation is too big.

To a certain extent, the rat war can be regarded as the hatred of dogs in the kingdom of rat men.

Except for the big-clawed priests who serve as the transport team honestly, there are almost no groups in the rat-man kingdom that have no rat-war or offend.

Although the result of this matter is positive income.

The defense of this simple fortress was instantly strengthened.

No matter how the war goes, as long as the situation is not completely stable, these five thousand temple guards will always be stationed here.

They will definitely defend the temple.

The city behind the temple will also be defended by them.

The temple guards did not allow the god's temple to remain in the open air.

A small fortress was built by them.

And not only that, as the bodyguards who protect the gods, they are also very particular.

Complicated patterns were carved out meticulously, and a huge hourglass was built.

Also appearing at the same time was a luxurious metal clock.

They did not prohibit the rat people from observing the temple.

The duty of the temple guards has always been to guard the temple.

This has brought many beneficiaries.

A thin figure carefully hid in the shadows of the temple because of the temple guards standing not far away.

Instinctively afraid of these guys.

They are all wearing that shiny armor! That's something that even the commander-in-chief doesn't have.

But he didn't want to leave.

Greedily and ignorantly, he stared at the patterns engraved on the wall.

Gazing at those complicated lines, an idea appeared in her mind. She felt that there must be some kind of power in these complicated lines. After all, these were lines given by the great god!

It must be!

A bold idea appeared in the mind of the emaciated rat-man.

Although she is not even a rat priest yet.

And this divine pattern may not have as much meaning as she thought.

At the same time, there was also another rat man in this temple with a confused and greedy expression.

It's just that it's not towards the lines on the wall, nor towards the god's stone pillar guarding the center.

But towards the temple guard that stands in the temple.

This was an ordinary young rat man, but at this moment he was staring blankly at the temple guard not far away in trance.

Not surprisingly, the temple guards are already the only ones standing at the top of the Skaven Kingdom besides the senior priests and the Skaven heroes.

Not every ratman is qualified to guard the temple of the gods.

He wanted to become a temple guard.

An idea also arises.

But he still has a long way to go to become a qualified rat warrior.