Chapter 260 Massacre

Perhaps he underestimated the peace of Mannawe and Matheran. If Lin Qi were the sea god, he would not hesitate to flood the settlement.

The Norscans were as brave as ever, but the bravery of mortals was meaningless in the face of gunpowder.

They were not Chaos Warriors, with demonic armor that was difficult even for gunpowder to penetrate, and every accurate artillery attack could take out large swathes of Norse raiders.

Only the plunderer champions wearing special heavy armor could survive. As Lynch knew, the Norsemen never lacked powerful warriors, which was their confidence in plundering the seas.

Humans transformed by the ancient saints are extraordinary. At least Lynch couldn't lift a boulder in his previous life, but the humans here can enter the battlefield vigorously at the age of seventy.

The Norsemen who survived the harsh cold winds of the north would only become more tenacious, and those who were not eliminated by the pirates' artillery were all strong.

One long ship after another approached Yanyuan's fleet, and Lynch waited for the right time to intervene.

Although this is his first time as a mercenary, he is not as sincere as he looks.

Adding icing on the cake is always worse than providing timely help. Saving employers from crisis can make them feel that their wealth is well spent.

When Lynch rushed towards the Norse longship, the splashing waves fled from the Lizardmen who were quickly passing through the sea with a scream. The sound of breaking through the air was louder than the roar of gunpowder. Lynch was like a cannonball, drifting through the heavy waves almost on the water, and smashed the Norse longship. The continuous collision sounds and screams echoed in the fog.

After overturning twenty ships in a row, Lin Qi was able to stop the charge, and there were less than fifty ships besieging the Yanyuan fleet.

The Norscans were terrified by the loss of nearly half of their troops in an instant. They were quite different from their bloodthirsty counterparts in the north. Lynch stood in deep fear and did not wait for the Norscans to counterattack.

They simply fled.

The screams of the dead echoed in the fog. The remaining Norsemen only saw a flash of black shadows, and their companions in front of them were all gone.

The terrible sound, like the roar of a giant dragon, shattered the eardrums of Bjorlin's warriors. It was unknown what kind of terrifying sea monster had stirred up the battlefield, and the huge waves pushed up by brute force almost overturned the longship that was caught off guard.

All the warriors who dared to charge under the artillery fire have disappeared. What reason do these insignificant soldiers have to fight to the end?

"I have no reason to ask you to die with me. This is not an order, it's just a plea."

In Kislev, Igor Boyer launched the final mobilization for war, conveying his intentions to less than thirty warriors.

"Fuck the Norscans!"

"For Ersun!"

“The subsidy must be doubled!”

"Hahaha~ My dear Boye, can't you take out some good wine to treat us to a meal?"

"liquor!"

The various responses were unified into one will, and no Kislevite was afraid of death.

There should have been hundreds of warriors present, but Boyer believed that a large army would be more likely to be discovered by the Norscans and would be more dangerous.

Igor only selected twenty-nine soldiers, all of whom were veterans who had fought in the battlefields many times.

Boyer must risk his life to scout the icefields for Kislev.

Igor Boye handed over the Winged Hussars supported by his family to Boyevich the Great. The Winged Hussars could be used in more important places, so he only brought the veterans with him.

Because of Igor Boya's heroic act, his son was allowed by the other boyas to abandon his duties and not fight on the front lines, and to hide under the protection of the Fire Keeper.

The nobles in the south would definitely not understand Igor Boye's approach, but the native lords in the north could understand the other side's helplessness and trust.

Boyers should not be enemies with each other. They must unite. Otherwise, a weak lord cannot fight against Chaos.

Igor hugged the warriors one by one, and the lords and their subjects prayed to Ersun among each other.

The other boyars offered strong liquor to the travelers. After drinking it all, Igor picked up his marching bag and led the soldiers to disappear in the snow.

The dusk was swallowed up by the long night, and the rough ballads gradually faded away.

The Norse longship fled to the depths of the ocean. Lynch did not pursue them. Compared with the waves and the big ship, the lizardmen, who were inconspicuous, headed straight for the coast of Björlijk.

The heat of Kotego's scepter drove away the coldness of the Norse Peninsula and threw its malice towards Lynch.

The lizardmen climbed onto the icy rocks, and a heat mist surrounded them.

The screams of women and babies spread throughout the seaside settlement. There was no mercy in the cold-blooded creature's stern eyes. This was a necessary evil.

There is no honor in slaughter, but all mortals who lean towards the path of chaos must be eliminated, because all those who stray from the right path will never return.

Houses were knocked down one after another, and the Norsemen who tried to resist turned into bloody mist in an instant.

Almost everyone died at the first moment, except for the unlucky ones who had just been plundered and still had self-awareness. They witnessed a massacre that no mortal could resist.

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"He will come out. Mortals cannot resist the Chaos army. If all the mortals in Kislev die, Daha will also disappear."

Under the cover of night, in a village in the empire, the blind prophet's white crow whispered the secrets of the gods to mortals.

“He will bleed?”

"Yes, that is our chance. We only need a drop of blood from the God of Fire to lift the curse of fate."

"Eternal Watch" hid the mockery in his eyes and sincerely analyzed the possible future benefits for his companions.

But it did not state clearly that the "God of Fire" Daha would not only bleed, but if this already weak god dared to leave the Supreme Heaven, death would not be far away from him.

"The gods will not forgive my offense, but I have embarked on a path of no return. So let it be! Where is our next target?" The old man ended with a sigh, his cloudy eyes making it impossible to see through his true thoughts.

"Badlands, looking for the former warlord of the Iron Claw Tribe."

"Gorbad Ironclaw?"

"Yes, its army will bring great changes to the empire. Great changes in reality often mean great changes in destiny. That is your chance to use the divine blood to perform a ritual."

"It is recorded in the book that it survived? I think I know. It is said to be dead. Fate is really strange."

"This is fate. There cannot be any trace of gods left in Kislev. It will undermine our future rule."

On the Invisible Island, the Mirror God hinted at the future of Kislev to his followers.

According to some knowledge from foreign lands, the current commander of the Griffin Legion is the biggest threat to the Son of Destiny.

Boris Boha must not be born!

Now is the best time. We only need to kill young Vladimir Boha to cut off this future.

(End of this chapter)