Chapter 411 Nothing Happened

Of course it’s not over yet, there is still a daring elf wizard who has not been held accountable.

"You know Anurion, the Green of Safri." Lynch looked straight at the archmage and spoke in a declarative tone.

"Yes, is my colleague related to this matter?"

Teclis was reluctant to believe it, knowing the mage's temper, but that seemed to be the case.

"Maybe he knows where the remaining pieces went."

Maybe this is just one-sided talk from humans, and it doesn't matter. Lynch will find out what's going on along the way.

Tigris did not respond. He thought carefully and became more and more confused.

"Where has he been lately?"

"According to the news from the White Tower, he should still be in the human empire. Mage Anurion is responsible for maintaining a guide stone near Altdorf."

Then he couldn't escape. To the south of Middenheim, the easiest place to cross the Reik River was Altdorf.

No one knows why the sudden vision suddenly calmed down in an instant. It was more like the depression before the storm. Every mortal was like a frightened elk, trembling and waiting for the arrival of disaster.

Noel wanted to leave the camp ahead of others along the path outside the camp, but he was more afraid of running into the devil in the dark if he was left alone. There were always one or two such fools in horror stories, and he didn't want to be one of them.

Perhaps he should have gone with the wizard Teclis to meet the enemy before, so that he could at least die with a clear conscience. It was too late to regret now. He only hoped that he could be brave enough to face the next enemy and die like a warrior.

This can be regarded as his explanation for his second life. It would be interesting enough to die on such a night. Unfortunately, he would not be able to tell this story to others by then.

The hot blood surged in Noel's veins, dispelling the chill that was oppressing him, making him mistakenly believe that he was still a human being, rather than an elf living a dull life.

Noel's keen hearing allowed him to detect the sound of footsteps gradually approaching the camp. It was louder than the clashing of swords. Its owner must be a big guy with a lot of weight.

Noel put the arrow on the bow and locked onto the enemy using his hearing.

The humans in the camp frantically magnified their lights so that they could illuminate the darkness surrounding the camp.

Teams of guards set up gun arrays in the gaps of the fence. The tension forced Noel to shoot an arrow decisively at the source of the sound when the footsteps gradually approached within a hundred steps, which was the distance where he was sure to hit the target with one arrow.

Sorian drank gloomily, his dull footsteps echoing far away in the darkness.

Eugen understood his feelings. The battle ended too suddenly, which made them feel no sense of participation at all.

If there is a fierce fight, even if you get injured, as long as it is not fatal, it is all good.

This way they will have enough capital to brag about their experience that night in the future.

But Eugen did have something to brag about. He could write about his alertness tonight in the future. It was his careful observation that had enabled him to discover the enemy. Of course, he could guess that the Lizard Man had actually been watching how things developed.

Just as Eugen was about to break the silence, a subtle premonition made his heart tighten, and before he could open his mouth to warn his teammates who were about to get into trouble, the sound of arrows shooting and golden swords rang out in the night.

An elven armor-piercing arrow was stuck on the top of Sorian's horned helmet. It seemed that if Sorian was taller, the arrow would have hit his chest.

It almost hit the dwarf's helmet and hit Eugen behind the dwarf. Eugen took two steps back stiffly, which allowed him to avoid the sparse musket fire.

The dwarf, who had just reacted, roared in anger.

"Cease fire! You blind asses!"

Look, the monster can speak human language, but they seem to have heard this voice before.

Some humans reacted and threw torches far away. The fire illuminated two figures, one tall and one short, in the darkness.

"Prove your identity!"

Noel responded loudly, drawing his bow and arrow, locking his sights on the dwarves and humans who looked like monsters, even though they were his companions before.

Who knows if they are Tzeentchian daemons in disguise? They don't even have lights with them.

The tense confrontation reappeared, and no one believed that the previous vision was just a brief fit of nature.

This was even more true for Noel. He could never believe that the enemy that terrified the Archmage of Ulthuan would simply let go of an ordinary old dwarf and a human wizard with weak magic power.

"#&*Elf! I'm going to shove your head up my ass! #*&Prove***your***mother*#*!"

Lynch understood what had happened at a glance, and even he was speechless.

The late arrival of the great wizard was still thinking, and the tense confrontation awakened him from his contemplation.

"I think I can vouch for them, Mr. Noel, that this is a misunderstanding."

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The appearance of the archmage eased the situation a little, and Eugen had to use a lot of effort to calm the dwarf and prevent him from rashly launching a duel.

Lynch didn't care how they resolved the misunderstanding. He swaggered back to the camp under the vigilant attention of a few people.

It was a peaceful night, at least for Lynch.

If there were skin lizards, they would definitely agree with Lynch's opinion.

Well! If the lizard man dared to appear before the Stenks, as long as what he said was not too unorthodox, it would be all correct.

Now he told the skin lizards bluntly that the young races were all failures that needed to be cleared out, and they would all be given 100% affirmation.

They have never been good at recognizing commands, and a stone tablet that simply records historical facts can cause them to quarrel.

Lynch stood quietly in the camp. The tense atmosphere had dissipated after the return of the archmage. All that remained was some talk about "magical creations in the flames" and some suspicious gossip.

In the second half of the night, even the most noisy humans had lost their energy, and only the guards on duty in the camp were competing with Vanilla.

The mercenaries who had brought trouble to everyone were hung on a temporary wooden frame erected around the camp. If they were not dead by tonight, you would teach them a final lesson tomorrow.

According to the traditional rules of the empire, communicating with demons is an absolute capital crime.

There is no need for nobles and judges to judge them. The Sigmar believers in the caravan can burn them all to death on their own initiative.

Lynch doubted whether they could hold out until dawn. In the brief moment when he was distracted, several guards on duty let the criminals who were hung upside down drain their water.

In order to avoid the spread of the urine smell, Lynch had to burn them covertly.

These criminals were of no value anymore, they knew nothing, and both Teclis and Lynch could only conclude that they had accepted a commission from Archmage Anurion.

The only unexpected gain was that they seemed to be members of the "Ming Guang Sect".

(End of this chapter)