Chapter 149 Heading South

Lin Qi looked away with disdain. After the wizard confirmed that there were no survivors, the five explorers slowly headed north.

Glenn began to talk to himself again, but this time there was no elf to talk to him.

Old Sorian was arguing with Ledin, and the archmage was discussing the next route with the lizardmen.

Glenn was mumbling something nervously, he wasn't sure if he was scared or not, but his teammates were relaxed as if they were used to it.

But they had just faced an evil spirit in the middle of the night, encountered the legendary rat man, and even lost a member.

The witch hunter held the holy symbol tightly. He regretted coming to the New World. Perhaps he should have stayed in the Old World with the dwarves and waited for the orphan legend of the mysterious night to fall into his trap.

Glenn tried to find fear on the lizard man's face, and the sadness of the passing of life, but no, this was an inhuman monster.

The human turned to Asur again, but Asur's eyes only showed more vicissitudes.

The dwarf was even in the mood to sing loudly. Glenn was so scared that he shuddered and looked at other teammates for help, hoping that they could stop the dwarf's reckless behavior.

It was late at night, and the noise the dwarf was making would attract monsters; he was challenging the darkness.

No one tried to stop the dwarves. Glenn curled up alone among the aliens. His past experience seemed to no longer apply.

When he was adventuring in the empire before, Sorian would at least rationally identify the threats in the darkness. Now everyone seems to have lost their minds and completely ignored the monsters in the wilderness.

Amid the deafening singing of the dwarves, the witch hunter gave a strange smile and gave up his past cautious approach.

He was also crazy, otherwise he would not have boarded a ship to the New World and robbed pirates in the opposite direction.

Humankind began to hum nursery rhymes from his hometown, which were the few songs he remembered. At that time, he would hide under his quilt and sing until he fell asleep.

Only when day falls and his parents knock on his door will he crawl out of the quilt and greet the light of a new day.

The witch hunter looked at the other beings in the team again. He didn't know what these creatures, which could be considered human beings, had experienced that made them so fearless.

But this bravery successfully infected Glenn. He was the son of Sigmar and a glorious citizen of the Empire. The descendants of Emperor Sigmar must not lose their courage.

"Sigma is the Empire, and the Empire is Sigma."

After singing the last sentence, the witch hunter tried to straighten his back. He didn't want to be looked down upon by these ancient beings, even though he was indeed just a mortal.

Glenn always felt that he saw Sigma. He was standing in the north. He was so tall, and his shoulders were as broad as the legend said.

All humans are safe, and darkness can no longer threaten people's lives, because Sigmar is there.

As the distance got closer, the tall mountains were unveiled by the moonlight, allowing Glenn to see the truth clearly.

That's just a mountain, not the majestic Human Emperor.

But foolish believers indulged in hallucinations and firmly believed that it was the revelation of God.

As if the dwarf's ugly singing really disturbed something, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded, and the witch hunter drew his sword in response.

Just as Glenn was about to die heroically, the roar stopped abruptly.

The lizard man leading the team had disappeared. While humans were anxiously waiting, the lizard man returned from the darkness, carrying the manticore's head on his scepter.

"Relax, it's just the cat meowing."

Glenn understood the lizardman's broken Elvish, but the ferocious head on top of the scepter was not a relaxing presence at all.

It looked like it could bite a warhorse in half with one bite, its huge mouth wide open and full of fangs.

"Damn cat, it doesn't look like Aunt Susan's orange cat at all." Glenn looked sideways uneasily.

As expected, the dwarf and the swordmaster became eager to fight and stopped arguing.

The witch hunters suspected that they were going to kill the same monster to prove their bravery.

Fortunately, no one had time to cause any complications.

Lynch suddenly made a gesture, and this time they understood the meaning of the gesture.

The soldiers were ready for battle, but it didn't take long before Lynch took the initiative to stop the alert.

He growled into the distance in a short, roaring voice.

The same language echoed in the darkness, but it was more dull.

The witch hunters suspected that the lizardmen were summoning monsters, but in fact it was not that mysterious.

Lynch was just greeting the white figure in the distance. Due to the highly condensed nature of the Lizardman language, their conversation could be expanded into the following sentences.

"Big White Lizard, have you completed the mission?"

"Breaker, I just came back from the depths of the fallen elf cub's lair."

"Lord Slott didn't help the legion return?"

"The master only gave the order, and I followed the instruction and returned from the north."

"Perhaps it has forgotten. May Tepok point you in the right direction. Itaza's road is not far away."

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Soon, a huge white Thor, holding a club and emerald shield, was exposed in the light of the human's raised fire.

When Glenn discovered that the Thor could crush rocks every time it stepped on it, he realized the terrifying power hidden in it.

The big white lizard's body was covered with new scales, and the most shocking penetrating wound was on its chest. It looked like it had been hit hard by a dragon spear.

The wounds have long since healed, and more scars of varying sizes tell of the cruelty of the war.

Lynch suspected that it had entered Naggarond and was intercepted under the black tower of the Witch King in the inner city of Naggarond.

Because half of the halberd was stuck on the big white lizard, and the halberd was the weapon style of the Black Guards of Naggarond.

The Black Guards are the Witch King's personal guard and the most elite warriors of Druzil.

It seems that this reckless guy fought his way back from the northernmost part without hiding his whereabouts at all.

There is clearly a simpler way to transfer, but the great white lizard is too rigid.

It was obvious that Druzy took the champion's behavior as a provocation, even if he himself did not realize it was a provocation.

The clear sound of the crossbow arrows shook the jungle, but fortunately, Teclis reacted quickly, raised his magic shield and blocked the densely shot arrows.

The human trembled in the rain of arrows and he almost died.

The arrows hit the lizardmen and bounced off the two of them.

It is obvious that Druzy has not given up the pursuit, and perhaps countless of Druzy's dignitaries are getting furious.

Two figures rushed northward almost at the same time. Screams rang out one after another, and finally turned into silence.

The slaughter was over before the Archmage's spell was fully formed.

"May Quiji protect your scales."

The great white lizard said its final farewell to Lynch and left silently to the south.

The rainforest returned to its tranquility, except for the presence of hundreds of Druzil's corpses.

Lynch's perception outlined for him a group of sneaky Druzy assassins.

They seemed to be still unwilling to give up, and quietly tried to bypass Lynch and continue their pursuit southwards.

Obviously, Lynch won't give them this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)