Chapter 272 Einel
The Electors were unable to bring the vampire to trial because Vlad arrived at the palace as a phantom.
It has inevitable conflict with the empire, but it does not destroy the empire.
In order for Isabella to return, she had to steal the "Crown of Witchcraft" sealed by Sigmar's followers.
"Blow up Dunkenhof Castle! Send out rats to eat all the skeletons! Then we'll steal the stolen Dimension Stone from underground!"
"Pay off the assassins of Clan Eshin and kill them with the Endblade! Kill Nagash!"
"We have to feign defeat! Expose our plan to that thief! Then, while he is on guard against assassins, we can incite him to rebel, and let the rebellious undead take the dimensional stone away!"
In Dunkenhof Castle, the Great Necromancer, who had regained his form, had initially restored his strength with the help of the dimensional stone ore stolen from the ratman clan.
When Vlad brings the crown back, it will have the confidence to go south to meet Arkhan, use Nagashiza as a starting point, break the blockade of the Tomb Kings, raise the black pyramid, awaken the dead all over the world, and usher in the era of the rule of the Undead Supreme.
But before that, it seems it will have to engage in an endless tug-of-war with the nasty Skaven.
This was not a pleasant experience. It could have dealt with the Imperials quickly and efficiently, but now the plan had to be postponed.
In Kislev, the army of the Ice Pine Forest has assembled, and the warriors are hiding in the snow forest, waiting for the arrival of the Norsemen.
The Ugol archers patrolled in groups to the north of the ice pine forest, and soon a large group of Norsemen appeared at the end of the north.
The northern raiders carried food that was either human flesh or monster flesh, fighting each other as they marched.
They seemed to have endless energy, and it was not until the howl of the winter wolves marked the riders that the Norscans stopped fighting.
The hybrid warriors walked out from the depths of the crowd, and some who ventured around to the sides of the Norscan army found that there were not as many pillagers as they had imagined.
There were probably only about a thousand Norsemen in this group.
Before the Ugol people could return excitedly to tell the boyars, another group of Norsemen came out of the snow from further north.
Those were two tribes that were at war with each other locally.
Fortunately, they were startled by the northerners' obscene songs, and the riders fired a hail of arrows at the wolves that pounced on their horses, and decisively broke away and kept a distance from the Norscans.
Another group of horse archers took over and approached the wolf pack that was chased by the plunderers. They also launched a rain of arrows, killing groups of winter wolves under the arrows. However, the Chaos War Mastiffs were not such easy monsters to kill.
Long howls echoed in the cold wind as hundreds of direwolves were killed by arrows. The remaining dozen or so Chaos War Mastiffs were riddled with arrows and pounced on the horse archers who had no time to distance themselves.
These chaotic beasts, which were about the same size as bears and covered in festering flesh and blood, easily knocked down the fleeing prairie horses. What spread first before the casualties was the deep fear.
The prairie of Eastern State was once again in the midst of war, but the Kislevites were well prepared.
They are the natural barrier of Kislev that blocks the monsters from the Dark Land. No matter whether they are greenskins, beastmen, or chaos tribes, they can never advance into the depths of Kislev before Praag falls.
Vampires were also not unfamiliar opponents to people. The Mor faith was the mainstream faith in the Eastern States, no less mainstream than that of Ersun, and they were accustomed to seeing the undead.
Of course, most of the time I hear about it rather than experience it in person.
In the village near the south, in the Temple of Mor.
Groups of humans hid in the black temple and locked the door. Priests knelt in front of the statue and prayed to the god of the dead for divine power.
The screams of cows and sheep could be heard from all over the village, and the sound of swallowing could be faintly heard mixed in with the wailing of the livestock.
The fat middle-aged priest, his head covered in sweat, faced More with unprecedented piety, praying for the protection of death.
A dark shadow passed by the door and windows, and the faint mockery knocked on the door of human hearts, causing the women and children in the house to cry helplessly.
The door of the house shook suddenly, and the explosion-like sound made everyone in the house retreat together. The even more intense panic almost caused a stampede in the crowded temple.
The priest pointed to the door in panic, loudly proclaiming More's divine words, and a pompous scream came from outside the door, making the ignorant humans unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, a sinister male voice sounded from the statue in the house.
"Do you really believe in Mor, the god of the dead?"
It had already come in, and the garlic and holy water sprinkled outside the door had no effect at all, and no human even noticed the vampire that opened the window in the blink of an eye and flew above the statue of Morr.
Everything happens in a flash.
The cold wind blowing in from the open window on the door reflected the cooling blood of mortals, and courage no longer favored mortals.
The laughter of the dead sealed the fate of the mortals within, and nothing could save them, for there were no true Mord followers in this village.
Vampire hunter Noel Herbert was running fast in the middle of the night. If anyone noticed the running man in black and determined his speed from reference objects, they would definitely widen their eyes in astonishment.
He is as fast as a galloping horse!
If anyone could have noticed the pointed ears that Herbert was hiding, they would not have been so surprised.
Although his tall stature is enough to make people realize his extraordinaryness.
He is an elf! Some people may mistake him for a wood elf based on the longbow on his back, or a high elf based on his luxurious chain mail, but he is actually an "Aenir".
No Aenir liked to be thought of as Wood Elves or Asur, though as recently as a generation ago they had been listed as Overseas Kingdoms of the High Elves and their rulers had wandered the Court of the Phoenix.
The forest spirits have no control over the proud Einir, for they have never made a pact with the forest.
The Ainel are also proud of the civilization passed down from the classical era of the High Elves. They inherited the city-states and culture of the Golden Age. This does not mean that they can accept the rule of the Phoenix King. The war with Druzil is meaningless and they do not want to be involved.
Compared to hiding in the forest, unable to even fight against his fellow beastmen alone, the well-equipped Ainel has already proved his strength.
The human kingdom has claimed the Forest of Laurenlauren countless times, but over the long years, Aiel taught humans to fear the elves.
Many Ainel are not content to stay in the forest. Herbert is such an elf. He is not a new blood relative who failed the class trial and could not obtain a settled status. He is a woodland relative. He came to travel to various human countries not because he was driven away because of failure, but just to find novelty.
Of course, not wanting to forget the past was also an important factor that drove him into human society.
Today, three hundred years later, he almost forgot who he was.
Since leaving the Laurentlauren Forest, Herbert came to Kislev and by chance came into contact with fellow countrymen in Kislev.
He is now the Patroller, the Overseer of the Defenders of Ursun, and the Hunter of Morr.
(End of this chapter)
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