Chapter 200, Whisper of the Gods, Cowards Are Ultimately 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 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-clawed 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.

I didn't take it seriously, retracted my gaze, and numbly clung to the unfinished statue. There was still a lot to do, and a lot to do.

But when crossing the area where the hot molten iron was poured, the younger big-clawed priest still quickened his pace. An unlucky guy accidentally fell into the hot molten iron. He didn't even remember to scream, but was submerged by the hot molten iron and built into the statue.

Witnessing this scene, the young big-clawed priest prayed silently in his heart, praying that the great god could bless him.

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

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With the convergence of the grassland coalition forces, the closer to the center of the grassland, the more obvious the traces of the ratmen became.

Ratmen teams of all sizes appeared almost in any area of ​​this area.

This is not a very friendly experience.

These sneaky guys will appear almost anywhere, prepared or unprepared.

Even if they are weak, the peeping in the shadows is very disturbing.

A centaur warrior drew the short bow in his hand, threw the arrow, and a scream sounded. A ratman hiding in the lush grass was nailed to the ground by the arrow.

Soon, a large group of ratmen emerged from the lush grass and fled in the chaotic and noisy sound.

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

They were the vanguard of the grassland coalition. Because of their own mobility, there were not many races on the grassland that could match the mobility of the centaurs.

Even the wolf orcs who broke into the depths of the grassland could not do it, if there was no blessing of divine magic.

As soon as the barrier fell, the gods of the centaurs noticed the scattered centaur tribe in this area.

It was just because the distance between the two sides was too far, so the two sides had not contacted each other. It was unexpected that in a very short time, that tribe was destroyed.

Then, the wolf beastmen broke into the depths of the grassland.

The two sides, who naturally had conflicts, soon became enemies. If it weren't for the divine revelation from the gods, they would have had to do it once.

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

The gnolls were not much slower than the centaurs. Compared with the mice that abused this grassland, the centaurs also hated the gnolls.

In the eyes of the centaurs, these gnolls were not much better than these sadistic ratmen, and they were also part of the group to be wiped out.

There was no contact between the two sides.

As a vanguard, the most important task of this group of centaurs was to collect intelligence on this grassland.

But after the initial solemnity, the real contact inevitably had a few more doubts.

These ratmen were not strong. They met many ratmen along the way. Even the day before, they had a direct encounter with a large number of rat mercenaries.

There were not many centaurs, only 500 people, and the larger team was still in the depths of the grassland.

There are many things to consider in a war.

Supplies, weapons, and some other things to consider.

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

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

The centaurs just hate the gnolls, but the minotaurs and gnolls are completely irreconcilable. Usually, the contact between the two sides represents a bloody battle.

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

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

What kind of opponent actually makes the gods feel 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 wondering.

The five hundred centaur vanguards dispersed the enemy force of nearly ten thousand people.

Why are they so weak?

The situation on this grassland is indeed serious. The omnipresent ratmen make the captain of the Centaur Vanguard feel a little serious.

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 ratmen are indeed tricky.

But are they really worthy of being dealt with so seriously?