When a god of nature or a powerful spirit needs a warrior to protect the animal world on his behalf, he will pour a portion of his power into the body of a mortal being. to make him, her, or it the unity of animal and man.

Normally, each animal in the world has only one Beastmaster protecting them at any one time, and if the old Beastmaster gets lost or fails in their journey, the power of creating the Beastmaster will create a new Beastmaster to challenge his failed predecessor and kill him in battle. Only the victor can become the Beastmaster, or get a chance to atone for his sins.

Skaven was originally just an ordinary berserk rat, but by chance he became the new Beastmaster. In the midst of the challenge, he managed to kill the former Beastmaster and became the true rat king of a certain world. But he wanted more than the gods were willing to give. So he left that world and agreed to work for the gods and not the gods.

After returning to Market City, Turns summoned Skaven back to the Broken Temple. Originally, the president wanted to use the power of this "king of rats", not only to collect the skull rat colony for his own use, but also to completely eliminate the threat of rodent infestation. It's a pity that Skaven is only the "king of rats" in his world. It's okay to order an ordinary mouse, but he can't command a skull rat with a "group ritual".

However, in the end, the "Rat King", who disappointed Turns, was not sent to the front line, but remained in the Broken Temple, temporarily in charge of a patrol team. His task is to keep an eye on the movements of the skull-skulled rat colony on a daily basis, and if the rodent infestation escalates, he will step up and buy some time for the association's follow-up.

To make it easier for him to do his job — which in Scarven's eyes is actually a disguised surveillance — Turnes also assigned him a deputy. The guy was a Wisp rebel, and while he didn't believe in the demigod Aliman like the rest of his kind (an evil god who has been associated with Djinn since the first appearance of the Djinn race, the Wisp is a neutral evil being created by its twisted Djinn), Skaven still doesn't trust him. And whenever he gets close to him, he instinctively remains vigilant.

Because that demon is a lion demon. Even after becoming the Beastmaster, Skaven still has an instinctive dislike for those who look like felines. And the so-called "lion demon", as the name suggests, looks like a lion that can walk upright.

The lion demon resembles a hairy humanoid creature, except that it has a lion-like head around its neck and a black glow in its eyes. These spirits are born scary trackers, and everything they do is to hunt for food.

With their strong stature, keen senses, and deadly instincts, they always like to stalk the most arrogant mortals, and when they find the right moment, they tear apart powerful foes.

They are the embodiment of the ferocious nature of the wilderness, embodying the ruthlessness of the earth and the beast in dealing with mortals. In a sense, their presence is a warning of how small and helpless civilization can be in the face of barbarism.

In addition to these, the most unbearable thing for Skaven is the griffin's almost endless inquiries - due to his exuberant desire to hunt, he is always asking the "Rat King" next to him everything about the Skull-Skulled Rats in order to know more about the prey he anchors - Skaven will always perfunctory him with "yes, yes" and "yes, yes", these two sentences have even become the "Rat King" mantra.

"Do those skulls burrow into the ground, and can they find the secret passage from the Broken Temple to the outside world?"

"Yes, that's right, quite possibly. ”

"Since the main threat to the skull rat is 'group consciousness', is it possible that as long as enough rat colonies are killed, then this ability to 'group consciousness' can be weakened or reduced, is it possible that there is a major rat king...... I don't mean you, I mean the skulls......"

"Yes, that's right, but they don't have a rat king. ”

Walking on patrol with a group of orcs, the griffin would ask Skaven if he thought of anything about the skull, and he never tired of it. Because the devotees and priests of the gods outside were now attacking the Broken Temple, the patrols that had been equipped for Skaven were no longer well-armed Tieflin warriors, only a few orcs in haphazardly patched armor. Every step they take is accompanied by a "Kerakala" noise.

"I ......"

The lion demon's incessant questioning, and the noise of the orcs walking, finally made Skaven endure to the extreme, and he stopped abruptly, looking at the demons and orcs around him with dangerous eyes. But just as he was about to say the words "fed up", the rat king's sneaky round ears suddenly turned, and the hair on his back stood up.

“...... There's a situation, the swarm of skulls is coming!" Skaven shouted loudly in a sharp voice.

Immediately afterward, he quickly untied the "fanged shooter" he was carrying behind him—a lever-operated rifle with a one-and-a-half-yard barrel and a ten-burst enlarged magazine. At the muzzle position of the "fangs", a two-foot bayonet with serrated teeth was also loaded. When he took out his weapon and aimed at a secret exit, his temperament became full of murder and tyranny.

Alerted by him, all the orcs also raised their spears and crossbows, and gathered around the dark passage in a half-moon formation. The lion demon reached out its sharp claws and climbed down the half-collapsed stone pillar to its top, staring closely at the exit of the dark passage. As soon as an enemy comes out of there, he will immediately leap down and launch a makeshift surprise.

While everyone was staring at the exit of the tunnel, Skaven's tail pressed against the ground, feeling the earth shake. Suddenly, sensing something unusual, the Rat King immediately turned his gun and aimed at a field of rubble. "Bang bang bang", three consecutive pulls of the trigger, and three bullets burst out of the muzzle.

"Be careful, they're divided. ”

The bursting "fang" bullets were extremely powerful, sending rubble, rubble and dust flying everywhere. Skaven's nose shrugged, he smelled blood, "That's right, there's a small group of skulls," he shouted at the griffin, "see if there's anything else, they know we've spotted them, and want to join the group before they merge!"