Chapter 386: Erlengrad

Interestingly, during this brief rise and fall of the magical wind, Lynch did hear whispers from afar, as if some skinks were chanting his name.

But the anchor was too weak and he couldn't capture clear thoughts.

The strong and powerful cold wind washed the ground again and again. Lynch could occasionally see a few ruins in the cold weather. They were probably villages before, but now only the scars buried by the snow remained.

A few scattered tree stumps covered with teeth marks stood alone in the snow. The three lucky people in the carriage could not bear to see such a scene. Only Lynch, who was slowly following the horses outside the carriage, was lucky enough to witness it.

There were almost no caravans traveling on the grasslands. It seemed that the news of the trade between the northern dwarves and Kislev had not yet spread, otherwise those vultures seeking profit would have swarmed in long ago.

Humans always like to pursue those that are rare and exquisite, and the handicrafts of the dwarves happen to be all works of ingenuity.

Even if it is a crude work of a dwarf apprentice, it can be regarded as an excellent achievement of a master in human society.

From time to time, groups of Ugor riders would pass by the carriage in a hurry, and some Ugor plunderers who may have given up their livelihoods in the disaster and turned into bandits also set their sights on this small carriage.

Only a small number of humans noticed the conspicuous Lizardmen, and the rest of the fools gave up following the dwarf after seeing him stick his head out of the window.

Even fully armed soldiers would not want to provoke a dwarf warrior in armor. Even an angry drunkard would sober up instantly when a dwarf forced his head down.

Most humans are wise, and these pathetic bandits rarely even have leather armor.

Lynch saw several familiar faces among them. In early winter, they proudly patrolled the grassland for the local lords, and they also fought on the front lines when the chaos wave came.

Now they have become robbers.

The Lizardmen have no intention of interfering in human affairs, and their infighting has nothing to do with Lynch, unless they believe in the devil or directly provoke the Lizardmen.

The further south he went, the more ruins Lynch discovered. The south should have been a rich and prosperous land. Erengrad was the coastal gateway to Kislev and one of the few large ports in the Old World.

It is certainly not as good as the elves' Lothern, but it is also a commercial city with a large flow of people.

In some ways, it is more lively than Lothern, as the elves do not have as large a population as humans.

The carriage slowly moved forward, and Lynch could already see the low city walls of Erlengrad. Perhaps compared to a world without magic, the five or six meter high thick wooden walls were tall enough, but here, it was the least defended city Lynch had ever seen.

Strangely, the rats did not seem to swallow up this prosperous place immediately. Lynch only found the filth left by the ratmen in the traces left on the wooden walls.

The cold wind became more and more bitter, and a strange west wind blew from the depths of the Claw Sea, constantly changing direction.

When it reached the land, it did not wreak havoc like it did in the ocean. All Lynch could see was the heavy snow blown to the east.

Gradually, the wizard also opened the car window and looked to the west. It seemed that Teclis also saw the sea.

By the time Eugen's head appeared from the dwarf's helmet leaning out of the window, the rough sea was on one side of the grassland.

The number of pedestrians passing by increased, and from time to time someone would spot Lynch. But when they realized that their peers were indifferent, all they could do was let out a few unexpected exclamations.

Lynch has not found any pattern so far. The people who can see him seem to be random, with no pattern at all.

The king may not see him, but the beggar may be able to look up to him.

Some spellcasters with some ability seemed to be able to observe his silhouette, but it was just a silhouette. However, some apprentices with shallow magical powers could see him very clearly.

People discuss recent disasters, and when the topic is heated, they also discuss more distant dooms. This is a cursed land, but the misfortunes that have befallen Kislev in the past twenty years have frequently transcended reality.

Lynch did not tell these humans that this is the reality. Disasters have always been outside human borders, but they have never set their sights beyond their borders.

They said that the beach on the west side of the trade route did not exist half a year ago. At that time, this place was land, with many villages scattered around, and even a famous brewery.

But a flood destroyed everything. Lynch could guess that it was the riot in the Vast Ocean at that time that led to the Claw Sea, which in turn flooded the western border of Kislev.

The ocean is always a whole.

Some merchants would pray to Mannawe when talking about this. They seemed to think that it was Mannawe's divine power that made the water retreat when it was about to engulf Erengrad. However, Lynch knew better than them that the sea gods would rather the water stop after flooding the city rather than retreat halfway.

Because they are the embodiment of the ocean, the vaster the ocean, the more powerful they are.

They will fight back when Nurgle spreads plagues across the oceans, but when something happens that will help them rise to power, few are willing to stand in the way.

Fortunately, Manawe is a mortal enemy of the Chaos Gods. Unfortunately, all Skaven admire his bad temper.

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Accompanied by the sound of waves, the city was getting closer and closer. Lynch's mind met the thought of Slan that flashed across the sky. When he tried to tell Slan that there were still warriors in Oshuan waiting for orders, Slan's reaction made Lynch sure that he had found the wrong magic toad.

It is the Lord of Huahua.

It is also the only one that likes to swagger through the human kingdom when performing its missions.

This Slann is well-known in the rainforest for his preference for younger races, and he has even debated with other magic toads for this reason.

Naturally, when a debater who stubbornly believes that he is right and the other debaters are wrong comes on the scene, the outcome of the discussion is doomed from the beginning, and no one can convince a stubborn guy.

So when it was isolated by the Slanns, Lynch was not surprised at all.

Lynch had no intention of getting entangled with it. After showing a little resistance, his thoughts quickly distanced himself from it.

The city built at the mouth of the river is already in sight, and even humans can see its endless figure.

The big river extending from the southern state flows into the sea here, and Erlengrad occupies the lagoon where it flows into the sea. The hills on both sides of the river carefully block the wind of chaos and the sea breeze of the Claw Sea. The arc outlined by the low log houses and the city walls are located on both sides of the long river and within the hills.

Its dock area occupies half of the lake. It is hard to imagine how humans with their backward technology laid wooden planks in the center of the lake. Maintaining it requires years of overhaul. It can be predicted that there are many wizards in this city.

The docks on the lake cover a quarter of a circle. At least a quarter of the city is on water. If we include the bridges connecting the rivers and the houses extending over the bridges, the proportion will be even greater.

(End of this chapter)