Chapter 300 New Home
Filled with disgust and hatred for the ratmen, Lynch arrived at the White Butt Tavern.
He did not enter the simple hut made of wooden frames and hay; he only needed to raise his head to destroy the toy-like "house".
Dwarves shouldn't be drinking and being lazy everywhere. Sorian should build a beautiful temporary base for the "big guys" to discuss important matters. At least it should be big enough to accommodate Lynch.
Who would believe a dwarf who claimed that he knew nothing about architecture and was not even proficient in blacksmithing?
Even human bricklayers know how to build a taller hut. How can a dwarf, an individual of an ancient race who has the relevant skills integrated into his blood, not know how to repair a house?
Lynch thought he was a lazy snake after a full stomach, and even the noisy skin lizard priests were more diligent than him.
No, this idea seems a bit unfair. Every Shijiank will give his all for his mission. They live in their work and never rest for a moment - even if they have completed the work at hand, they will find tasks to complete on their own.
Even the Skin Lizard Priests who seem to have nothing to do will go to the market every day to report the latest progress of the "big plan".
Or stay in the observatory to sort out Shi Lan's personal belongings, even though Shi Lan had long forgotten the toys he collected thousands of years ago.
If they were willing to put down the messy insect snacks of the magic toads and use more magic to help the soldiers, the actions of the hot-blooded people and Druzy on the coast would not be as rampant as before.
The mess of thoughts did not affect the coldness in the lizard man's words. He simply announced to the young cubs in the room: "I'm leaving."
Teclis, who was sitting around a wooden table discussing something with the humans, suddenly shuddered. He looked at the lizardman with dark eye sockets as if he had been hit hard by a punch, and asked anxiously and in shock:
"Where are you going? Have you received any news from Lustria? What do you do with the fire?"
The sudden farewell almost made Teclis lose his composure. They couldn't lose the lizardmen now, and the corpse of the god had not been dealt with yet.
Based on Teclis's understanding of the Lizardmen, he would not leave without a reason unless he was given a new mission by Lustria.
He wasn't really going to leave and leave the mess on Tigris, was he?
There is no reason for Teclis to escape, he must deal with the aftermath of this disaster.
Lynch noticed the oversight in his words and added slowly:
"My kinsmen watch over the temple, and there is an infallible guardian at the flame."
Out of consideration for humans, the lizardmen and elves tacitly concealed the horrific fact of the god's death, and tacitly used fire to represent the god's corpse.
They are not ready to accept the tragic reality, and the truth will not be revealed until at least the Kislevites rebuild their homes.
Under the great wizard's propaganda, almost everyone now believes that Daha is the flame, which is now extremely fragile. After a long time, it will return to the sky again and continue to illuminate Lady Kislev.
Human beings need a little hope, many of them are too fragile.
This fragility is not only reflected in their bodies, but also in their minds.
The archmage did not ask Lynch any more questions. When he learned that Lustria had responded, he closed his eyes with relief and took a short rest. After the reinforcements arrived one by one, he would be completely relieved.
Lynch discovered the elf's calmness as if he had been reborn. A word ago, he was as nervous as an ankylosaur being chased by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Perhaps language is also a sharp weapon, but its harm is not reflected in reality.
Dealing with warm-blooded creatures is a troublesome thing because they have changeable emotions.
If it were in Lustria, Lynch would just need to say a few words and then turn around and leave.
After the "reluctant" farewell, Lynch disappeared in an instant, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex released from a Tyrannosaurus pit.
He didn't like those looks that contained all kinds of meanings, because they were filled with too many mixed emotions.
Everyone regarded him as a savior, but he couldn't even save himself.
There are only soldiers on the battlefield, and there is no savior at all.
They should learn to solve problems independently.
Lynch's ghostly figure appeared outside the ruins of Mirkavala. He stood on the green grass that was covered by the white snow and delivered the final blow to the grass that was unfortunately stepped on by him.
He had a panoramic view of the vast wilderness, and the vast white snow was the main theme of winter.
There are no mountains, no rivers, only monotonous white.
In the distance are villages being rebuilt. The Kislevites are a tenacious people. Although they are weak, their tireless love for their homeland deserves Lynch's respect.
The villages built at a certain distance have already had their outer walls built. The high wooden walls cannot stop the Chaos Warriors, but they can stop the small groups of greenskins, undead and Norse raiders that are roaming around.
Caravans from Erengrad came one after another like sharks smelling blood, bringing cartloads of goods to profit from the victims.
This is the only solution. Gold is not valuable, but the lives of soldiers are precious.
All children will grow up to be warriors in the future, and they cannot be allowed to die on the road to growth. Children who die prematurely are no different from the batches of unformed Lizardmen that are destroyed at the hands of Chaos along with the hatchery.
But smuggling alone could not keep the entire border running, and they needed new channels to obtain food and alcohol.
Coincidentally, Lynch knew about the new channel.
Each ratman clan stores large amounts of food to sustain their large rat populations.
Except for those disgusting plague monks of Clan Plague, the food stored by the ratmen is clean.
At least most of them are, just a little moldy.
There was no better way to get wood. They could only go to the snow forest hundreds of miles away to cut it. Lin Qi couldn't travel thousands of miles to rob the Aeseloron Forest, could he? Maybe he could lead the temple guards to clean up the forest in the neighboring imperial province? Anyway, only Chakas was needed to guard the sacred fire.
Lynch had long been displeased with the beastmen in the Imperial Forest, and now was a good chance to clean them up. He had legitimate reasons, but he just didn't know whether the Imperial nobles would allow a large number of troops to enter.
The herd of horned beasts in the Imperial Forest is a major problem that they have not been able to solve for a long time.
Of course, Mrs. Kislev didn't need Lynch to worry about these things. They had enough and stable channels to obtain timber, but Lynch just wanted to take advantage of the situation to encircle and suppress the beastmen.
Afterwards, Lynch planned to go to the royal city of Kislev again to take a look at who the current Tsar was. He could not remember who was sitting on the throne now.
Boha? Or Katrin?
What next? Beat up the greenskins in the World's Edge Mountains? They probably wouldn't come down for the corpse, but the vampires are somewhat suspicious.
Perhaps we can go to Silver Peak to pick out the base of the Lahmia family, and then go to Sylvania to let Castain know what propriety is.
(End of this chapter)
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