The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 129

After the warrior rats ate Ironhide's flesh, Targaryen's body also changed.

At the moment of advancing, Targaryen only felt an itching in his body, and his whole body was hot, as if something was being changed.

This transformation lasted for a long time, and it lasted for a few days after returning to the territory, but the changes brought about were also huge.

The Targaryen became harder all over, and thus became the No.1 first-order fighter in the territory.

But these are later stories.

After taking care of the chores in the village, Ikert set the entire Iron Fist tribe on fire.

As long as it can't be taken away, not even a hair will be left for his opponent.

This scene was also seen by the wolf man hiding aside.

"Samir Shaman! Why are we just watching here!"

A tribal warrior was dissatisfied. Although the tribe did not garrison troops in the Iron Fist Tribe in the end, the surrounding tribes reached a consensus of "supporting whenever there is a situation".

This time, the wolf man's army arrived in time, and there were hundreds of people in number.

In the eyes of the young tribal warriors, it is completely possible to split [-]-[-] with each other.

But Great Shaman Samir was still unable to make up his mind.

Because Ickert took a group of prisoners.

Seeing these captives, the most fraternal Stoneskin tribe couldn't bear to do anything.

They fear that their actions will prompt the ratmen to slaughter their kin.

Whether it is in terms of tribal cohesion or morality of the totem, they cannot agree to launch a raid.

"Shut up, Neil, you're just a kid!"

Chief Man Shi cursed, scolding the young man who wanted to sneak attack.

"Not only can you rush out now, you won't be able to save anyone, but you will actually kill these one hundred elite warriors!"

"Chief Manshi is right, you really can't be impulsive now."

Samir also agreed with Manshi's point of view, but for the priest of God, he obviously would not consider it morally.

Launching an attack now may indeed have the effect of a surprise attack, but in that case, won't the victory or defeat have nothing to do with the power of God?
He didn't pull up the alliance for the righteousness of the tribe. To be precise, the gnolls in the alliance are just victims of the gods.

His goal is to present the most perfect to the gods!The most powerful fighter!And prove him with a great battle!In order to get the side of the gods!
It's just a few gnolls dead, it doesn't hurt at all.

Bemke did fall, but his failure also brought Samir experience, helping him to perfect his most satisfying work.

"Well, the connection method of the armor needs to be reconsidered, and it needs to be able to resist the magic gun. In addition, Bemke's mind is still too clear. At that time, the black ax must completely lose its pain."

Samir's head was thinking at high speed, and soon, a more powerful God Warrior took shape in his mind.

It might be better to say that compared to Bemke, who is obviously rushing to work, the black ax is the true form of a warrior of God!
"The plan has failed. Let's all go back to our respective tribes and prepare for the battle. The next moment is the last moment."

Samir said to the gnolls that the warriors of the tribe were once again in vain and could only return to their respective tribes in despair.

I just hope that there will be no more mistakes during the general attack.

Feeling that the surrounding smell dissipated, a scout mouse rushed to Ickert and reported:

"Clan chief, they withdrew."

"Don't dare to fight?"

Ickert was a little puzzled. The Gnoll's ambush had almost no concealment at all, and it was easily spotted by the Eagle Eye Brigade.

But the opponent retreated in his face, and Ickert didn't know what they were thinking.

"Maybe the interior of the tribe is not monolithic."

From the fact that he didn't encounter any effective resistance in his two expeditions, it was not difficult to see that the organizational ability of the wolf man was worse than he expected.

Ickert didn't think too much about the internal affairs of the enemy. He just wanted to return to the territory after he had harvested a lot of spoils, and then built the cannon.

There is nothing more on the way.

It was noon when we returned to Windsor.

Walking out of the forest, you can see continuous wheat fields one after another.

The breeze blows, pushing up golden waves of wheat, and in the field, many ratmen can be seen catching insects and eating among the wheat taller than them.

And the territorial team of female rats, who, in addition to the task of reproduction, have inherited a series of dirty jobs, went to the river to do their laundry with mallets.

At this time, Eckert realized that his wheat was about to ripen.

The robbers who were staring at the food, it was almost time to do it.

Thinking of this, Ickert felt very angry. After all, it was none other than the jackals in front of him who were staring at these supplies.

It was also the first time for the Gnoll captives to see such a wonderful scene. After all, no matter how prosperous a tribe was, it couldn't compare to the visual impact brought by the [-]-acre wheat field.

The mood of the captives gradually changed. Not to mention being treated like dogs, as long as they can live in this food-rich paradise, it is no problem to ride them like livestock.

The team stopped to repair in the fields, and the Ratmen began to bury pots and cook.

The gnolls were ordered to unload their cargo, and they were gathered next to the wheat field.

Everyone stared at the golden wheat fields, and imagined the future, and imagined how wonderful it would be if they had such a large field.

The mothers showed their children the wheat fields with envious eyes.

Several soldiers asked Wilbur about this, hoping that he could convey their thoughts to the lord.

As soon as Wilbur felt that it was feasible, he ran to report to Eckert confidently.

Maybe I can still get some credit.

"My Mr. Cobbler, it's almost time for lunch, what else do you have to report to me?"

Ickert's eyes were quite playful, and he had already seen through Wilbur's little thoughts.

"My lord! Just now the wolves expressed their surrender to you. They hope to farm for you for generations in exchange for your tolerance. The wish of the tribal people is only to keep one-tenth of their rations.
They say that jackals live in this world just to eat their fill. "

Wilbur said humbly, as if he had already entered the role of a diplomat, just waiting for Ickert's reply.

But for the future of these gnolls, Ickert has already made arrangements.

But he intended to tease Wilbur a little.

"Wilbur, my stupid cobbler, don't worry, it's just enough to eat. In my territory, this is just the most basic requirement."

"Really? My lord, I didn't expect you to be so kind to foreigners."

"Yes, I've always been like that."

"In that case, my lord, can I inform your new subjects?"

"Notification? No, no, no, come here, yes, just sit here with me and watch them eat."

"Watch them eat? Well, my lord."

Wilbur sat down under Ickert's persuasion, and continued to watch the jackals laughing and laughing.

He quickly understood what it meant to watch them eat.

I also understand why the rat people are burying their pots and cooking.

When the Ratmen took their swords and surrounded all the Jackals, Wilbur's face turned pale.

"As I said, having enough food is the most basic requirement of our territory."

While pouring out the red wine, Ickert watched as the Ratmen chopped down the ground into the color of the wine.

It was the first time Ickert had met as a prisoner and had to negotiate terms.

Taking a sip of the sour wine, Ickert said to the cobbler Wilbur:
"Isn't it romantic to die in the wheat field of your dreams?"

(End of this chapter)