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Ger!

Big muscle tyrant!

The barking greenskin shouted the leader's name, and the orc general who could directly smash the city wall with his fist seemed to be blessed by some kind of power, making him even more unstoppable.

Thirteen rat trolls appeared in the rat tide. They crushed thirteen blood paths along the way and rushed towards the orc war general.

These rat trolls are the work of the Rotten Clan, the fusion of Skaven and Ogre.

But before they could knock them down, they were knocked away like rubber balls by the general with a simple stone hammer.

Lin Qi looked at the rat troll that exploded into a mist of blood in mid-air and concentrated slightly.

This orc warrior seems to be stronger than the one he met before!

Fortunately, its weapons are crude, and Lynch can defeat it directly with the help of artifacts.

After the greenskins caused enough damage to the rat tide, Lynch then beheaded the orc warriors and dispersed the green tide.

A dirty flag emerged from the pit, a half-rotten Skink carcass hanging from the flagpole.

The squeaking chants rose above the screams of the rat tide and the waagh of the green tide!

Thousands of plague monks crawled out of the pit one after another, chanting the blasphemous poems of the Rat God, and slowly approached the green tide.

They were mixed among ordinary rat-men, and there was nothing unusual about them at first. Within a few breaths, dozens of rat-men fell down, causing waves in the rat tide.

The chanting of the Book of Misery sped up, and these terrible plague-bearers seemed to be inciting themselves into a frenzied rage.

As soon as the greenskin rushed in front of the plague monk, he was cut into several pieces by the slime-covered machete.

The hungry ratmen rushed in desperately for a feast. The slave rats ate up the green-skinned body and fell dying at the feet of the plague monk.

The big guy chopped off the plague monk's hand, but it felt no pain at all. Instead, it took the opportunity to jump on the big guy and bite the orc's neck with its fangs.

Some Plague Monks carry strange plague censers, which are hollow, spiked metal balls connected to long chains.

These plague censer monks stay one step behind the rat tide, performing the final act of their unclean rituals.

In the twisted hymn of the Book of Pain, the Plague Censer Priests stuffed shards of warpstone into the sphere, pouring the horrific contagion into it.

The evil runes on the plague incense burner glowed with a dark green light, and wisps of light green gas overflowed from the holes of the iron ball.

The rat men beside them screamed and rolled, with pustules growing on their bodies.

More green smoke filled the battlefield as the plague censer swayed as it marched.

The rat tide stopped and was replaced by a more terrifying sea of ​​poisonous green mist.

Death is spreading, but fortunately the battlefield is no longer on Lynch's side.

Crazy storms of flesh and blood exploded at the junction of the green tide and the rat tide.

Even if the plague monk's head is chopped off, they will still swing the machete instinctively.

The poisonous mist that followed the rats drifted into the greenskins, and the tenacious orcs suffocated to death in pain.

What Lynch fears most are these plague monks, which can cause great harm to ordinary cold-blooded species.

This is a group of extreme horned rat worshipers. Each Plague Monk's body is filled with viruses. Their self-inflicted wounds are oozing pus. It only takes one drop to pollute a pond.

Lynch felt their extraordinary power when he fought against the plague monks.

Plague monks are very thin, but the deformed virus gives them extraordinary toughness.

Only by completely dismembering it can the plague monk's march be stopped!

Lin Qi tightened his grip on the scepter. It looked like the greenskin might not be able to hold on anymore.

But beyond Lynch's expectation, these greenskins who were shouting and fighting quickly adapted to the poisonous mist.

The plague killed half of the wild orcs, and then it became unsustainable.

The violent green tide war roar became louder and louder, and the orc war general became more and more ferocious, gradually deviating from the level that normal creatures should have.

The orc warlord smashed the leader of the plague priest to death with a hammer, making the earth tremble at the same time.

Ger! Big muscle tyrant!

The tsunami-like green tide frightened the bright moon in the sky, and the warrior's heavy breathing sounded like the roar of a tyrannosaurus.

The panting of the orc war general blew away the poisonous mist, and the green war patterns on its body exuded a rich light, deflecting the arrows of the clan rats.

This unscientific!

But magical.

Lynch became solemn, this orc could already compete with the bloodthirsty demon.

waagh?

The green-skinned god Gomao has appeared?

Get rid of it and don't let it develop any further.

But rats are also a serious problem, and Lynch is not sure whether this rat clan has any special means.

The roar of some kind of engine sounded, and two rat men wearing goggles, driving two huge round wheels, jumped out from under the pit.

Countless rats provide power between the wheels. This comical and bloody machine made Lynch give up the idea of ​​entering.

The Plaguebringers of the Plague Clan, the warpstone devices of the Skryre Clan, and what about another clan?

Corrupt clan? Only a few rat trolls provided?

Each big clan of Skaven has its own tricks, and they each have their own unique characteristics.

The Corruption Clan are experts in biochemical modification, and the Rat Trolls are their aberrant creations.

Let the green tide and the rat tide compete, and Lynch decided to reap the benefits.

The giant wheel of destruction crushed countless slave rats to death along the way, galloping in the green tide. As it moved, countless dimensional lightning fell from the void, killing any fish that slipped through the net.

The black and green dimensional bolts turned the big guys who dared to face the giant ship into ashes. The driver giggled and drove towards the dense green tide.

The orc war general roared and chased after him, knocking away countless wild orcs on the way.

More ratmen emerged from the pit, including a weapons team carrying a revolver barrel.

The moment they saw these dangerous creations, Lynch and Azul stopped watching the show.

They hid behind the railing to prevent being affected.

Although the ratmen's warpstone firearms cannot penetrate their scales or enchanted scale armor, who would be willing to receive a few more warpstone bullets?

Pairs of gun-carrying ratmen built ratlins, a creation they secretly learned based on human gunpowder.

The frightened gunman controlled the weapon, the barrel began to rotate, and the huge recoil almost knocked the gunman off his feet.

Green rays shot out like hailstones, capable of firing two hundred rounds of warpstone bullets per minute.

The ray moved in the tide of rat people, killing many of its kind before reluctantly moving to the green tide.

This is an extremely difficult weapon to aim, but the rain of rays makes up for its lack of accuracy.

The Skaven reloaded and aimed hard, and the shooters screamed in fear.

Just as it started to activate, Ratlin exploded.

Clouds of green smoke exploded behind the rat tide, and the deformed screams of other controllers were like reminders.

From time to time, ammo jams, followed by fireworks for the controller and the unlucky guy passing by.

Dozens of Shutlins only lasted a moment, and only a dozen more stable ones were left.

Lynch knew it was only a matter of time before they killed themselves.

There seems to be no end to the green tide, with more and more greenskins joining this waagh.

Some ratmen carrying spears joined the battlefield, trying to snipe the orc general who became stronger with each fight.

There was a roar from the deep pit, as if something giant was climbing up little by little.

Update first and then change, monthly ticket is in the code, two updates today, my energy is a bit low, sorry

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If there are any paragraphs that you think are poisonous, please leave a message and we will adjust them accordingly.

But I'm just a newbie and can't take care of all types of readers.

Some that deviate too much from my outline will be ignored because they will break down if I really change them.

Sometimes the protagonist may disappear, as in this chapter, I will try to reduce this situation as much as possible.

In order to take care of some friends who don't understand, I'll add some relevant explanations, but this will also take up space.

These chapters are mainly to introduce the rat people to friends who don’t know them. I won’t write about the same things in the future.

There is also the specialness of Green Tide, which is a branch line connecting the past and the future.

To focus on writing the protagonist, I have to spend more words writing these things sideways, which means more chapters to foreshadow the story.

I want to be as brief as possible, complete the outline that can be written for one or two million words later, and compress some branches as much as possible.

We are speeding up the preparation of this small main plot. Some friends should have guessed that the focus of this chapter is on the sea, and the land is just a transition.

The plot on land is to explain why those forces and forces go to sea to fight. In the end, all the lines converge into a big chaos that many book friends like.

Mixed with information from various forces, some humanistic customs, and the protagonist's thinking, it is paving the way for the third and fourth volumes.