Chapter 143 Madman

"Do we need to follow? Grimnir's axe!"

The dwarf's low and excited voice made the witch hunter tremble, and Glenn looked at the elf nervously.

He kept praying to Sigmar, praying that the next thing the elf said would be an answer that would relax him.

Sigmar, this is crazy! Who would chase heretics in the dark? Darkness is their home. A reasonable person should wait for the arrival of day and then use favorable circumstances to kill the unclean things.

Apparently, it is difficult for younger races to understand the values ​​of older races.

Both the elves and the dwarves were eager to draw their weapons. A Hoeth swordmaster glanced at the dwarf arrogantly.

"Want to compete, shorty? Let's see who can kill more filthy creatures before dawn."

Sorian pounded his battle axe with his iron fist and shouted back petulantly.

"Ha! Pointy-eared sissy, fighting is the talent of dwarves. I will definitely be able to surpass your achievements!"

"That's not necessarily true. The war after the Cataclysm proved your incompetence!" another sword master retorted grimly.

As soon as Teclis turned his attention to the humans, a fierce battle broke out between the two sword masters and the dwarves.

"Do you remember that war? Your crown is still in the High King's vault!"

"If the Witch King hadn't invaded, we would have taken back the crown long ago!"

"Enough! Why do you talk about the folly that was committed? Hasn't enough blood been shed? Why didn't we banish Chaos from the world, but instead raised our swords against each other? Will you continue that foolish war?"

The archmage's rebuke cleared the tense atmosphere, but of course, that was all he could do.

"We cannot stay here. The enemy is in the darkness."

Teclis looked at the human apologetically, he knew the human's fragility, after all, humans were a young species with flaws.

Night raids were commonplace for the Asur and the Dwarves, and though they were blinded by the darkness, the old races possessed courage far beyond that of the young.

The lizardmen returned from the darkness and put an end to the chaos of the warm-blooded people.

Lynch threw a ratman's head to the ground. When he caught up with the fat rat, a plague priest suddenly appeared and replaced the ratman warlord's fate of death, causing Lynch to lose his target.

"Divination."

The cold-blooded creature shook off the blood that was stained on the scepter, and the stench of rotten flesh spread along with the splashing blood.

The warmbloods carefully avoided falling blood, and Teclis completed the spell almost instantly.

“We were being targeted.

There's a bunch of Skaven with the plague who think we're good sheep to be slaughtered."

The elves' low laughter and the dwarves' strange laughter mixed together, making the smile on the human's face, which was uglier than crying, even more bitter.

Lynch was a little disappointed. This was not useful information.

He hoped to get more information about Bilak.

Another noise rang out in the darkness, and Lynch was like a gust of wind, sweeping away the darkness.

The adventure team, which was mixed with the living and the dead, was slaughtered like lambs by the lizardmen.

The undead servants were smashed to pieces, and the necromancers who resisted fiercely were knocked to death. Lynch finally left behind the two most cowardly necromancers.

Teams of Necromancers are not a common sight. In fact, a single Necromancer can be a nuisance.

Lynch is not good at interrogation, but Tigris does have some tricks up his sleeve.

The two necromancers looked exactly the same, with only skin and bones left on their bodies, covered in dirty and torn black robes. What was surprising was that they could be considered living people.

The two of them looked at Lynch in fear, but when the interrogation began, they suddenly looked neurotically into the empty darkness.

During the elf's slow interrogation, there seemed to be more terrifying creatures in the darkness, causing the necromancer to huddle beside the Swordmaster of Hoeth, trying to get a sense of security from the enemy.

But in fact, there was nothing in the darkness. Lynch did not notice any trace of the enemy's presence, and the wizard did not give any warning.

Under the elf's questioning and the coercion of magic, the necromancer revealed his purpose.

Lynch heard a familiar pronunciation of "Nagash!" This made him pay more attention to this unexpected gain.

This is a person's name, an ancient name.

On the other side of the ocean, on the Arabi Peninsula, there are the remains of the Nehekhara civilization.

It was the first civilization established independently by humans.

At the end of the glory, a prince named Nagash was born. He learned magic from the captured Druzi sorcerers and created necromancy.

Vampires are the product of Nagash's failed experiments.

In the end, the Great Necromancer brought destruction to his homeland, and Nagash himself died, but he had conquered death.

When he became it, Nagash returned from death more than once, and more than once brought disaster to the nations.

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If the power of chaos is the biggest threat to the world, then this infamous Lord of the Dead is the second biggest threat! "They are looking for the Nine Volumes of Nagash. Nagash, what an ancient name!"

Teclis became serious and looked at Lynch. He was not sure whether Lynch knew about this terrible existence.

Lynch dispelled the wizard's doubts with words.

"Who is looking for the remains of the Great Necromancer?"

With doubt and caution, Teclis continued his interrogation of the necromancer.

The dwarf muttered to himself the record of Nagash in the Book of Hatred and looked at the necromancer gloomily.

Glenn called out the name "Sigma" loudly, hoping that the hero who had killed the Undead Lord would give him shelter.

The Blademaster prayed to the Mother Goddess Isa, mourning the darkness behind the name.

The undead, they were once glorious ancestors and heroic predecessors.

But when Nagash showed up, everything changed.

Ghosts and monsters became another kind of terror in the middle of the night. Death no longer had honor, and countless heroes who had been sleeping forever were desecrated! But no matter how much Teclis pressed them, the two necromancers refused to answer.

They huddled on the ground like frightened children, trying their best to stay close to the tall sword master and avoid the ubiquitous darkness.

The witch hunter grabbed a necromancer and put the deformed holy emblem of Sigmar on the necromancer's head. He had to find out who was pursuing the legend of Nagash.

As the witch hunter roared in suppressed fear, the necromancer revealed the answer in horror.

"The Count! The Count of the sea!"

The next moment, the necromancer's rapid breathing stopped. This human who pursued death could not bear the horror of betraying his master and was frightened to death.

The Dread Fleet! The Curse of the Sea! These two terms came to Lynch's mind, making the Lizardman cautious. This was not an easier target to deal with than the Great Demon.

The only remaining captive laughed and cried, clung to the Sword Master's legs, and nervously confronted the darkness.

"It's coming! It saw me! I'm going to die! No! No! I won't die completely, hehe~"

The Necromancer looked with trembling eyes at the group of powerful men who had captured him.

He hugged the great sword that the Sword Master used to stop him from approaching, and prayed bitterly:

"Please! I beg you to kill me! Kill me completely!"

(End of this chapter)