Chapter 200, the whispers of the gods, the coward will eventually be defeated by cowardice

Chapter 200, the whispers of the gods, the coward will eventually be defeated by cowardice

Deep in the vast grassland.

A huge event kicked off, and the evil that swept through made the aloof gods on this grassland reach a basic understanding.

This is not a disaster that one race or one god can deal with. The terrifying madman has already set his sights on you and me.

There is no escape, no surrender, only unity.

In the whispers of the gods, races and civilizations began to gather towards the center of the grassland.

Say goodbye to the ranch, say goodbye to your loved ones, and take up arms.

War, war is about to begin, a grand war.

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Deep in the grassland, Rat War once again built a deep pit, a larger pit. Densely packed rat-men surged in this pit, and noisy and messy sounds echoed in the depths of this vast grassland.

Rat Zhan's war instincts have always been sharp. Today, he opened up an important line, a long underground tunnel connecting the rat cities behind him.

The towering statue of the desolate mountain range, the statue that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the mountains, is about to be completed.

A dazzling golden statue of a god.

The old big-clawed priest staggered and rushed towards the huge statue in front of him.

There is only one key step left for this huge golden statue, which is to click on the eyes.

Add eyes to the statue of this great god.

This is something he left to himself, and this is his glory.

Run on the support hanging outside the statue.

With nothing else in his eyes, he raised his head, raised his head high, and ran over the statue, looking up at the greatness of the god.

Until he finally climbed to the top of the statue and paused in front of the blurry face of the god.

Du Yuan never showed his complete face to the rat people.

This old Great Claw priest is far less bold than his colleague at the outpost, and the face of the statue is blurred.

Except for those eyes, those cold and sharp eyes.

He had seen those eyes, had seen the eyes of the god.

A little worse, a little worse.

He knelt down in front of the statue, which was as tall as a hill, and moved his knees humbly and feverishly, step by step.

The outstanding carvers in the Skaven Kingdom always come from the group of Big Claw Priests, and this old guy is one of them.

His big withered claws were no longer as sharp as they were when he was young, and he hadn't personally carved anything for many years, but he still took over the task.

The pair of withered and gray claws were already broken, but the old priest with big claws seemed not to notice, carving them piously and carefully.

OK OK.

He's done it! He's done it!

All the big claws on the hand were broken, and the statue's eyes were lit with scarlet.

The old big-clawed priest didn't care that his blood was stained on the idol, and he staggered up.

At this moment, raise your head high and stare at the sky.

There is no waiting for anything.

Not surprisingly, the statue was not completed. He was too eager. A large number of Big Claw priests were still going up and down the tall statue, waiting for the thick gaps to be poured and smelted, the burrs that needed to be polished, and the supports that had not been removed. .

Everything was not over yet, but the eyes of the statue were lit in eagerness.

His eyes were dotted with scarlet blood.

How could this old Big Claw Priest not know this? He built the Underground Rat City with his own hands and it took him a whole lifetime.

Just fear, just panic, just uneasiness.

The more he stared at this great statue, the more uneasy and hesitant he became.

Great God, great God, are you willing to bless me? Am I qualified to receive blessings? Can I receive blessings?

The white rat was not too wrong in his judgment.

He's just a cowardly rat.

His cowardice on the battlefield reduced him to a miserable slave rat, and his cowardice in the face of the white rat made him a diligent builder all his life.

The only outstanding point in his life was his devotion to the gods, and his only happiness was that he became a priest of the gods.

In that narrow mine, after working day and night, he fell weakly and was pulled out by the rat-man priest in charge in the dim light.

On that day he ate blood mushrooms for the first time.

But the closer he was to the completion of this dazzling statue, the more panicked he became, and the more scared he became.

He is indeed a cowardly fellow.

Everything is over. The gods did not give him Luoluo's blessings. The gods did not give him Luoluo's blessings.

Everything fell to the ground, like a big rock falling to the ground, but in the end, I still destroyed everything.

In the howling wind, he knelt down to the statue in front of him again.

In that expression of crying and laughing, he jumped up and fell from the towering statue, accompanied by that crazy and sharp laugh.

It landed heavily on the ground and turned into a piece of scarlet flesh smeared on the ground.

The Great Claw Priests wandering on the ground were startled by this scene, but they didn't make a fuss. Such scenes often happened.

From time to time, a big-clawed priest would fall from this sacred statue and turn into a patch of mottled red that smeared the earth.

This is normal. The birth of a miracle comes with a price. Whether it is the dark blast furnace or this golden statue, death is so normal.

He didn't take it seriously. He withdrew his gaze and numbly clung to the unfinished statue. There were still many things to do, and there were still many things to do.

Just when he crossed the hot metal pouring area, the younger big-claw priest still speeded up his pace a little bit. An unlucky guy accidentally fell into the hot metal, and he screamed without even remembering to utter it. He was submerged in hot iron water and built into the statue.

Witnessing this scene, the young Big Claw priest prayed silently in his heart, praying to the great god to bless him.

At least, at least don't die like this.

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With the confluence of the grassland coalition forces, the closer to the center of the grassland, the more obvious the traces of the Rat Man are.

Teams of ratmen, large and small, appear in almost any area in this area.

It's not a very friendly experience.

These sneaky guys will show up in almost any place, both prepared and unprepared.

Even though he is weak, the peek in the shadow is very unsettling.

A centaur warrior opened the short bow in his hand, threw the arrow, and screamed. A ratman hiding in the lush pasture was firmly nailed to the ground by the arrow.

Soon, a large group of rat-men emerged from this lush pasture and fled in all directions amidst chaotic and noisy sounds.

The centaur warrior who drew his bow waved his hand, and the other centaur warriors behind him began to take steps, chasing the fleeing rat men.

They are the vanguard of the grassland coalition. Because of their mobility, there are not many races on this grassland that can match the mobility of centaurs.

Even the wolf-orcs that broke into the depths of the grassland couldn't do it without the blessing of divine magic.

The moment the barrier fell, the centaur gods noticed the centaur tribe scattered in this area.

It was just because the distance between the two parties was too far that there was no contact between the two parties. However, they did not expect that in a very short period of time, the same clan would be destroyed.

Then, the group of wolf orcs broke into the depths of the grassland.

The two sides, who naturally had conflicts, soon forged a rift. If it weren't for the divine revelation sent by the gods, they would have to do it again.

The centaurs were not the first to arrive in this area.

The gnolls are not much slower than the centaurs. Compared with the rats that are wreaking havoc on this grassland, the centaurs also hate the gnolls.

In the eyes of the centaurs, these gnolls are no better than these sadistic ratmen, and they are also part of the group that needs to be exterminated.

There is no contact between the two parties.

As the vanguard, the most important task of these centaurs is to collect intelligence on this grassland.

However, after being solemn at the beginning, it was inevitable that there would be a little more confusion when the actual contact occurred.

These ratmen were not strong. They encountered many ratmen along the way. Even the day before, they had a head-on encounter with a large group of ratmen mercenaries.

The number of centaurs was small, only five hundred, and a larger team was still deep in the grassland.

There is a lot to consider in a war.

Supplies, weapons, and things to worry about.

If the gods had not reached a consensus and made a contract, this vast expedition would never have happened.

Among the many races participating in the war, there are many mortal enemies.

The centaurs just hate gnolls, but the tauren and gnolls are completely incompatible with each other. Normally, contact between the two parties means a bloody battle.

If the gods had not suppressed all their differences and promoted this expedition together, this war would never have started.

No matter how arrogant they are, the kings, leaders, priests, leaders, and powerful warriors of many races have all become serious.

What kind of opponent makes all the gods afraid?

What kind of opponent is worthy of launching such an expedition?

But after arriving in this area, the captain of the Centaur Vanguard still couldn't help but be confused.

The five hundred Centaur vanguard dispersed the enemy force of nearly 10,000 people.

Why are you so weak?

The situation in this grassland is indeed serious, and the captains of the ubiquitous Ratmen and Centaur vanguard feel a bit solemn.

But this is not enough. If the gods are to seriously launch such a huge expedition, what he has seen now is not enough.

These ubiquitous Skaven are a real nuisance.

But do they really deserve to be treated with such seriousness?