Chapter 230, The Rat Man Who Devours Everything

Chapter 230, The Rat Man Who Devours Everything

The destruction of the church alarmed the Church of God.

A group of church knights is about to arrive at this unknown edge village.

The knight in the castle who often ignored the affairs of the village and longed to one day step into that majestic city made a rare speech in the center of the village.

More and more sneaky figures appear near the village.

This knight in old armor is not very good at boosting morale, or maybe he is not very good at saying something to the humble ordinary villagers in front of him who are never in the same class as himself.

The steward climbed onto this simple high platform.

A patrol was organized, not only during the day, but also at night.

This knight is quite distressed about the coming knight of the church. His family was once prosperous, but that was almost three hundred years ago. He is somewhat afraid of the church that has recently appeared but is extremely powerful. .

But the people under his rule are looking forward to it.

This news was revealed to the villagers by the village affairs officer in order to stabilize the floating people's hearts.

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During the day, the village was as peaceful as ever, with not much commotion, but most of the doors were closed. Even if one or two figures occasionally appeared in the village, most of them were walking in a hurry, with indelible worry on their faces.

The dark night is coming, and the young people in the village gather together. The guards of the castle will not participate in this patrol. They are too busy to take care of themselves and will not participate in the matters here.

The torch in his hand was lit, and the castle was also brightly lit. The leader of the patrol pulled three hounds and shouted loudly as if to give himself courage.

But the horrified shouts sounded not far away. The hounds noticed something, barked loudly, tightened the reins, and wanted to rush out, but their masters were a little more frightened, and they didn't stop. Take a step.

Until there was a commotion in the team behind them.

A hunched-over middle-aged man's eyes were red and he shouted out of control.

"Old Susan!"

The patrol really started to move, but when they arrived, it seemed to be a little too late. A group of rat men broke into a courtyard, the door was overturned, and they were noisy, baring their teeth and claws, tearing at something, until the patrol's Arrive.

The barking of the hound alarmed the rat-men who were baring their teeth and claws, and they became a little more panicked when faced with the shadowy torch.

The two sides looked at each other, and a young rat man with blood on his face mustered up some courage and raised the spear in his hand high, wanting to intimidate the patrol in front of him, staring at him with red eyes. These villagers in front of me.

At this time, there were a lot of rat people gathered in the courtyard, which at least gave these young guys courage.

Whether it's a fight or something depends on the patrol's response.

The young rat men stood up and straightened their stooped waists. Amidst the sharp neighing, the movements of the other young rat men behind them also stopped one by one, and their malicious gazes fell. The patrol captain had an expression that should not have appeared on his face.

Fear, there was a hint of fear on his face.

This made the leading young rat man have a look of violence in his eyes, as if he was sure of something.

There was a little more excitement, the straightened waist stooped again, and the body trembled a little more, which was a precursor to an attack.

The hounds reacted even more violently.

At this moment, a hunched-over middle-aged man rushed out of the patrol, with red eyes and he ignored it.

The excitement on the face of the leading young rat man was interrupted. Among the pitchforks that were waved carelessly, the rusty pitchfork was not a weapon in appearance.

They fled in panic, and the other young rat people behind them also noticed something and dispersed in a hurry.

The rat people fled in all directions, and the small yard suddenly became chaotic.

Almost all of them disappeared immediately. The man with red eyes ignored him, and the young rat man who took the lead also lost his fighting spirit. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape and was forced to the corner of the chicken coop. , and wanted to intimidate, but the man with red eyes didn't care so much.

The pitchfork penetrated the body of the young rat man. He tried to struggle in despair, but he was firmly nailed to the ground.

It all ended, but the ending was not happy, leaving only a messy yard and a desperate man.

He knelt down on the ground, covered his face, and started crying.

"Old Susan! Old Susan!"

He really loves his wife.

But at this moment, a strong woman with shoulders almost as wide as the door frame rushed out from a house not far away.

The old Susan did not die. The gathered rats only knocked over the chicken coop in the yard. It seemed that the rats liked the hens raised by the farmers and did not even let go of the eggs.

The patrol arrived in time. In fact, it was probably not a big deal if it was a little late. Old Susan seemed very moved and rushed out with big strides, hugging the hunchbacked man in one fell swoop.

This was a kind of hug that could make breathing difficult, and the hunchbacked man's face immediately turned red from being strangled.

Looking at the bulging muscles and strong body, the arms alone are almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary rat man. There may be no need to be so urgent and worried. Old Susan should be able to protect herself.

This year's ratmen no longer wander around the barns and cellars where barley is piled, but have an inexplicable interest in flesh and blood.

A man from the patrol wanted to collect the body of the killed young rat man, but just as he stretched out his hand, the young rat man suddenly raised his head and bit the man hard. On his hand, three fingers were bitten off instantly, and screams were heard.

But the young rat man felt that the excuse was not enough. He swallowed the fingers in his mouth and let out a harsh laugh. The hunchbacked figure strode over and stepped on it like a haystack in the farmland. The young rat-man who was still struggling pulled out the blood-stained pitchfork. The young rat-man raised his head and wanted to attack the farmer.

But the pitchfork fell first, piercing the young rat man's head, and the young rat man died completely.

Danger has brought about some changes. In crises, people are always more impressed by the powerful.

After today, even though the captain of the patrol has not changed, the hunchbacked man has become the center of the patrol.

He was just an ordinary farmer who had been doing farm work for most of his life, but he suddenly became a famous figure, which made him uncomfortable.

There are more and more rat-men.

Attacks and harassment became more frequent, but this ordinary village was able to sustain it. There were indeed people with more special talents. Who would have thought that this ordinary hunchbacked farmer could be a born warrior.

Especially when dealing with Skaven.

Stab out the pitchfork, step on the grass, and then stir up the hay. These are such simple tricks but extremely effective.

But it seems that nothing can be changed. There are more and more rat people wandering near the village. Even if the wooden walls are built, even the sentry towers are also built. Even women and children have boarded the sentry towers to start. Be vigilant in the dark.

But every day is more difficult than the day before.

He persisted and waited for the coming church knight.

However, the church knights did not wait, but a flag arrived at the outskirts of the village first.

A real army of Skaven has arrived.

Instead of appearing in the dark night, he appeared openly and openly in the daytime, bringing real fear.

Fortunately, the flag arriving here is not a dark flag, but the results are the same.

A ratman wearing dark full-body armor serves as the commander, carrying a yellow and black fur flag.

It was Qi. Qi visited this village. After officially advancing into the forest, Rat War began to divide its troops. This was his way of dealing with the possible attack from heretical gods.

Rat Zhan, who had not yet replenished the supervising team, would be difficult to command even if he forcibly dragged this huge army, so it was simply divided into several large and small parts.

Rat War did not give any clear orders to the separated armies, and even he still insisted on appointing rat warlords, which brought a bit of confusion. After all, there was no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates in the Eastern Expeditionary Force. of.

The separated rat army also lacked a commander, and the rat war completely ignored this problem.

He gave an extremely generous price. He didn't care what these rat troops who were randomly thrown out like bait were going to do, but if he wanted rewards, if he wanted blood mushrooms, he wanted the position of the rat warlord.

That means you have to show your merits and exchange them for the eyes of these weird hairless monkeys.

Yes, in the eyes of the rat people, the ghost-eyed people are just a group of weird hairless monkeys, poor imitators.

It is somewhat similar to the great god, but even the imitation is somewhat different. The great god does not have three eyes, and the great god does not have a weird blue skin.

If you want to imitate it, it should be that noble red color!

Some weird ideas appeared, but the rat people did not hold back at all against this group of ghost-eyed humans. They were not completely similar, but they were completely different. Heretics were all heretics who would be executed!

As for whether there will be some other emotions in this kind of emotion, that is unknown.

Envy or jealousy, why do you resemble the great god, why can you resemble the great god.

This is an awkward feeling, although in this awkward emotion, there is no big difference between the way the rat people treat the ghost-eyed human race and the way they treat other races.

They are all killings, they are all thrown into pools of blood, they are all sacrifices.

Kill you, erase you, and you will no longer resemble me, my great god.

A simple, efficient, and completely non-intrusive processing method.

Of course, there will be special preferential treatment.

The rat people regard the Dark Eye people as a hateful heresy, a dangerous heresy, and a heresy that must be completely eliminated.

This is not a preference.