Chapter 310: The Butcher's Road
The delicate peace was maintained by the tacit understanding of the two. "Rough Bear" Karado did not want to waste his energy with the elves, and he would rather give his fighting enthusiasm to the Norscans or Beastmen.
Noel didn't want to anger the well-equipped dwarves, who had no sense of propriety in fighting.
Karado placed the steel shield on the hard and cold snow at the bottom of the slope, poured some oil refined by trolls into the big round shield, ignited it with an igniter, and the warmth of the flame dispelled the deep cold of the long night.
The elf seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.
Fire would attract enemies, but apparently the dwarves didn't care.
Noel used the fire to thaw the bowstring, and from time to time he stretched his frozen hands to the fire, greedily seeking the warmth of the fire.
The two night walkers, both with heavy hearts and minds, stopped talking. Neither of them was willing to open their hearts to a stranger they met unexpectedly. Both of them, seemingly relaxed, were wary of everything in their surroundings.
Karado had heard related strange stories from the longbeards. In the dark years after the Cataclysm, many dwarves wandering outside would always meet "companions".
They are either elves, dwarves, or undeformed humans.
When the dwarves who encountered their "companions" resolved their difficulties with their comrades and left the place where they met, those comrades who were neither human nor ghost disappeared after they walked out of the environment where they met.
There were curious dwarves searching for the source of the mutation. When they returned along the same route, they would once again meet their "companions" who had forgotten everything, reenact what had happened in the past, and replicate everything they had experienced before.
Some dwarves who refused to believe in evil revealed the truth to their unknown companions. They never returned to the dwarf settlement and became characters in the story forever.
Thinking of this, Karado, who was famous for his bravery, couldn't help but feel a little scalp tingling. He kept looking for excuses to talk to the elves and took the initiative to give his name, but concealed any information that might reveal the change of time.
"Noel. Windsinger."
As if overwhelmed, the elf finally simply said his name.
This is an ordinary elven name. Due to lack of relevant knowledge, Karado cannot get more information based on his name.
He was only afraid that the other party would suddenly say that they wanted to go to the Far North Wasteland to make a final attempt and completely close the door to the ancient sage's loss of control.
That means Karador encountered one of the dead who died there during the Cataclysm.
Except for the mortals who were desperate and had nowhere to go seven thousand years ago, who would be willing to venture into the wasteland where demons are rampant and polluted everywhere? "I want to go to the Far North. I must find that door! Block the entrance! There is no time."
The dwarf with a tall beard and hair raised his battle axe high and roared sadly at the lizardmen.
He seemed to be a butcher, and the iconic crown on the dwarf's head revealed his identity to Lynch: a death seeker, but he seemed a little unconscious.
Lynch did not sense anything from him that a living person should have. He was like a mirror image far away, empty and hollow.
Seeing that Lynch did not respond, he turned around and continued to head north.
"Morgrim, go! No more rest, set off! For the future of the dwarves."
The dwarf, who was alone, was shouting loudly like a pilgrim. The muscular dwarf exposed his shoulders, and the unquenchable anger in his eyes reflected his persistence.
There was no response. In the pitch-black night, there was only the howling of the cold wind and the echoing sound like thunder.
"Morgrim?"
The dwarf, who had not taken a few steps, stopped in confusion and looked around nervously.
But in the cold wind, there was only the solemn cold-blooded creature, not the figure he was thinking about.
He can't remember.
Maybe Mogrim had died on the way here, and he was the only one who could make it here. This was a journey that was bound to end in death, and he shouldn't have brought his son with him.
It's too late to regret.
The rage boiling in the dwarf butcher's eyes suddenly solidified, and then burned hysterically in the next moment.
He seemed to have aged thousands of years in an instant. Silence climbed onto his face, hiding an infectious sadness.
Sadness was instantly replaced by anger. With some unknown persistence, the dwarf carried his battle axe and continued to trudge laboriously in the cold wind.
Nothing has changed. He doesn't know how long he has been walking, nor does he know how many demons are waiting for him ahead.
He had almost forgotten what Karaz-a-Karak looked like, and the voice of the Valaya in his memory had been replaced by the mocking voice of the Keeper of Secrets.
One by one, the ever-changing demon kings showed him scenes of doomsday in the depths of his mind, and their vicious whispers tried to defeat him with the harsh reality.
Scenes of the mountains falling were played out one after another. He tried to concentrate and not pay attention to the devil's lies. The mocking fate never lingered on the mortal world, but he still couldn't help but remember the painful scenes of the war.
The Great Unclean Ones laughed heartily in the ruins of the fortress city. Even if the dwarves detonated the land they regarded as their faith, they could not stop the invasion of Nurgle's plague army.
A never-ending plague shrouds the dwarven cities, for the evil god is watching the testing grounds on earth, and nothing can stop the plague unless the God of All Things turns his eyes away.
In the hallucination, a series of absurd voices persuaded him to turn back.
He was not on the right path.
There are now two warriors on the wrong road. Lynch vigilantly senses the essence of the dwarf in front of him, and finds something that cannot be shaken from the bubble-like illusion.
When the phantoms of the bloodthirsty demon and the great unclean one appeared one after another and were defeated one after another by the short figure, Lynch could already confirm his existence.
Grimnir, the Butcher's Road that the Dwarf ancestors took when they traveled north during the Cataclysm.
Now Lynch can roughly come to a conclusion about the secrets of the past.
Grimnir died on this road, but he was not completely dead. He continued the unfinished war in a different form.
He became Him, and the past part of him continued on the road to the end.
This road is not the one Lynch should take, and Lynch is not on the road. Some connection reflects the distant scene to him. The Butcher's Road should be further east.
Only dwarves can walk on it, and only dwarves can use death to awaken the protective road forged by faith.
It is not yet in need of maintenance, and the phantom of seven thousand years ago still lingers here. When the phantom disappears, a dwarf butcher must come to fill the gap with his life.
After an unknown amount of time, a white light gradually appeared in the sky. When dawn completely arrived, all the strange phenomena disappeared.
The footprints left by the dwarves on the ground disappeared like an illusion, leaving only the traces left by Lynch along the way, nothing else.
This little episode delayed his journey north and also gave him a trouble.
He can ignore it when he doesn't know, but when he knows that there is a defense line that needs attention, he must always be vigilant against the collapse of the defense line.
(End of this chapter)
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