Chapter 402: Triumph

"Don't get close to the people of Verezor. Something seems to have happened to Tilia."

"My buddy in Miragliano sent me a message telling me that the city is sealed off."

"I was unable to dock when I passed through Tobaro City a month ago."

"Damn it! Business at sea is getting harder and harder. Everything has gone wrong since the flood."

"At least the Earl of the Sea is no longer around." A suppressed voice made the chaotic streets suddenly quiet down.

A sparse fear fermented among the crowd. No one would forget the undead that ruled the night at sea. At that time, few ships dared to continue sailing at night.

Lynch only had a brief understanding of it and stopped paying attention to it. The Tilia Peninsula was separated from the Empire by the Gray Mountains, and from the Ost Territory by several provinces.

His companions quickly packed their bags, leaving only a bag of salted fish in the bag and some clean tableware in the carriage.

A wizard can solve many problems. Of course, a smart wizard will only cast spells when he has no other choice.

Ou Ben wanted to show off his new knowledge, but before he could take any action, the archmage taught him what every mage must know - magic will make the world a worse place.

Ithil is constantly devouring the mortal world, and this is unavoidable.

With the efforts of many parties, the speed of swallowing was only suppressed to a slow level.

The casting of a spell will exacerbate this process.

Of course, every wizard can be lucky enough to think that a drop of water will not affect the ocean.

Most wild wizards, dark wizards, vampires, chaos sorcerers, and necromancers do this, and they don't have to care what the world becomes.

The carriages continued to ply the central square as usual, and drunken locals would often fight after drinking, and the square was a good place for them to arrange fights.

So when Lynch passed by, it was no surprise that he saw a few losers lying on the ground with bruises on their faces.

There are few vendors on the deserted streets, and only some locals are exchanging plant roots and nuts for meat with returning hunters.

Sailors seeking supplies would head straight for the two or three shops that were the busiest part of the town.

The tavern that also serves as an inn, the sailing equipment shop, and the seafood market are all part of the prosperous town of Sakaar.

The eerie Shadow Forest was at the end of the road, and the team became much quieter after leaving the city to the west.

Even though they have every reason to be reassured, no one will really let down their guard against danger.

There were some stone tablets hidden in the vegetation on both sides of the road. They might be some kind of monuments. At another fork in the road, Lynch saw the largest monument he had seen since entering Ostland.

It depicts a long-haired strong man wielding a war hammer and fighting a dragon. If I'm not mistaken, this is the story of Sigmar and the dragon that the locals like to talk about the most.

It is said that a dragon visited this place at the beginning of the empire. The nobles did not dare to face it, and the army was afraid of dragon fire.

So Sigmar came to Ostland alone, and the Duke of Ostland at that time cooperated with Sigmar to kill the dragon in an epic battle.

To commemorate this event, they erected stone tablets here. Lynch could see that the earliest time these stone tablets were established could be traced back to six hundred years ago, which greatly reduced the authenticity of the local people's stories.

It can be seen that they have tried very hard to establish their own characteristics, but unfortunately, they are still poor so far.

Some traces on the monument told Lynch that it had once been decorated with ornate ornaments.

Maybe the locals took the ornament away as a practical move after their attempts failed, or maybe it was the work of the beastmen. In any case, it is now just a beautiful piece of stone that is about to be eroded by rain.

However, the locals do revere Sigmar more than Ulric, which is not a common thing in the northern part of the empire.

Among the mainstream beliefs here, besides Tal, the "God of the Wilderness", Sigmar occupies the most belief.

This may be related to their history. The empire before Magnus was briefly divided into three parts, with three emperors ruling each part.

Perhaps for human beings that was not short, the darkness of the "Era of the Three Emperors" lasted for more than 800 years.

The beliefs of Tal, Sigmar, and Ulric were divided into three factions. Ostland was the faction that supported Sigmar's beliefs. Of course, the weak provinces were bound to waver.

The boring journey continued until they unexpectedly met a group of knights with bloodstains on their armor and dents all over their shields.

They were the sons of Manawe and were supposed to be fighting on the front lines.

The nosy dwarf got himself into trouble:

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"Hey! Guys, your swords are still covered in blood. Did you just come back from the battlefield?"

"The battle is over. His Majesty Magnus has driven the orcs all over the forest. The cowardly greenskins are unwilling to fight us. My captain thinks we shouldn't waste time in the forest with the greenskins, but the Elector Count of Styria doesn't think so. He is a stupid old bastard, so we left first." The leading knight shrugged.

"Cowardly greenskins? Are you fighting a group of goblins? Orcs won't avoid a fight, they will just stupidly rush into a trap." The dwarf became serious and asked hesitantly.

"No, I'm sure it was an orc. The greenskin who died under my sword was half a body taller than you." The people of Ostland have always been known for their temper and stubbornness. As expected, Lynch waited for the smell of gunpowder to ignite between the two. No warrior likes to be questioned.

"Ha, the orcs I killed must be at least a head taller than you. How can you have the nerve to use goblins as your battle record?" The dwarves gradually forgot their original intention. The nosy knights gave up the space, and Eugen, who was also nosy, stopped his carriage and fanned the flames.

"At this time, there must be a confrontation to end your conflict, so that the two of you can calm down and talk, if you can still speak at that time."

The incident ended with Eugen receiving a mild beating. With an external source of conflict, it was easy for people to learn to unite against the outside world.

Maybe he has forgotten himself since he learned magic. Lynch thinks this small lesson is a good thing. At least it can let humans know not to always sing praises of a certain glorious period. There are still endless variables in the future, and there are many people who are better than him.

"Are they really orcs?" the dwarf asked in disbelief.

"I'm sure it is, and I don't want to repeat it again."

"This is really strange. I still can't agree with you." Sorian muttered.

"Chasing greenskins through the forest is definitely not a smart move, and many of our good guys have died in the chase.

The foolish Elector still didn't know how to change his tactics. He certainly didn't need to feel bad, because after all, it wasn't his soldiers who died."

The indignant Knight Commander soon became familiar with the dwarves, but it was a pity for the ancient holy priest who sacrificed his life for this.

(End of this chapter)