Chapter 330 Under the Night
Abeson lowered his head and carefully moved among the crowd. Perhaps the Elector would summon the militia in a few days.
Large-scale legions will need auxiliary legions, which do not need to participate in formal battles but are only responsible for transporting logistical supplies unless they are unlucky enough to encounter the enemy.
He originally thought that this expedition was just old Magnus taking his army on a sponsored tour of the borders of Sylvania and other provinces, and that they would withdraw their troops after the "rebels" in Sylvania swore an oath of surrender.
That doesn't seem to be the case now.
Tal could testify that no emperor had ever dared to directly press his army into the territories surrounding Sylvania, and more often than not, they were beaten to Altdorf by the monsters in the darkness.
God bless them, they have never succeeded, at least the current emperor is still human.
Perhaps His Majesty Magnus is ready to create a miracle once again. If he really drives the monsters out of Sylvania, then Abbesson will respect him as much as he did Sigmar.
If he could do that, he could only be Sigmar reincarnated to lead the Empire.
Since Sylvania fell into the realm of the dead, no emperor has ever recovered it.
Abeson dodged the provincial soldiers and moved forward with difficulty on the streets which were several times more crowded than before. But even a careful man like him could not avoid bumping into a knight in the crowd.
And he is also a "Black Griffin" knight.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Yurik’s knight.
When not debating scriptures, Sigmar's ascetics are not so bad-tempered. Most of the warriors of the North God do not know how to be tolerant. They prefer to fight on the spot. The White Wolf Knights in the story are like this.
Abeson looked at the blond knight and couldn't help but think of the rumors about the Imperial Knights.
He is so majestic! Shining armor, beautiful sword, maybe all knights think they are great? Because they have tall warhorses, powerful fighting skills, noble birth, the determination to fight to the end, and well, they are indeed great.
Abbeson paused cordially and bowed slightly.
"Feel sorry."
"It doesn't matter. There are so many people here."
Nok. Blade of the Empire nodded indifferently to the slightly short black-haired Styrian. He didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer.
The citizen who had bumped into him disappeared in the sea of people in the next blink of an eye, leaving only the mail-clad Nok and the same tin cans to continue fighting for the road.
Damn, there is a group of White Wolf Knights ahead. If Nok doesn’t want to get into a conflict, he’d better take a detour.
What a hassle! Without any intention of causing more trouble, Nok had already completed the handover with the Grand Master at the temporary base, and he had to rush to Ostermark as soon as possible.
This was a large-scale war, and the knights could not use one battle to decide the overall outcome, as there was more than one province bordering Sylvania.
All areas near Sylvania are potential battlefields, and each knight order has received different orders, either to defend a certain fortress or to go deep behind enemy lines after the frontal battlefield begins.
Sigma is above, and there is a group of lazy losers who can stay leisurely in the rear. In name, they are the "mobile support" troops, but everyone knows that they are just idiots who come here to gild themselves.
Perhaps Your Majesty has great ambitions, but each elector has different inclinations, and it is obvious that the emperor cannot fully command the great lords.
Nok didn't even have the right to beat up those troublemakers one by one because he was just a Knight Temple of Sigmar.
There might be financial backers of the Knights among those idiots, and Nok only hoped that there wouldn't be any stupid newcomers among the warriors he led.
A gilded idiot nobleman would be an absolute nightmare to the Knights Templar - he would know nothing, and only know how to point fingers with pedantic contents from books, and even want to seize command from veteran soldiers.
If such a situation really occurs, Nok will simply abandon the troublemaker and lead the "Emerald Griffins" to fight alone.
Even without the assistance of provincial soldiers, they are the most powerful warriors in the empire.
It's a pity that the inner circle knights all have different battle zones, and Nok can only command the Knights' Division stationed in Ostermark. He cannot launch an unstoppable charge with his old friends.
The "New Recruits" and the "Outer Ring" don't have griffin mounts, and they can't even catch a demi-griffin to use as a mount.
After all, the knights who could pass the test had already been promoted to the inner circle.
Because to advance to the inner ring one has to hunt a griffin alone.
These monsters were becoming fewer and fewer, and Nok had been searching for a long time before he finally found a pregnant female griffin.
The unexpected encounter at that time now seemed like a pleasant surprise bestowed upon him by Sigma.
Although they are monsters, the mighty griffins' appearance and capabilities are enough to impress all witnesses, and even the Elector is willing to pay a high price to buy a cub.
There are not many knights who can ride a griffin into battle, and now Nok has gloriously become one of them.
Unfortunately, he didn't run into a similar situation again and capture a group of half-griffon cubs for the Knights.
Scholars of the Empire believe that demi-griffins and griffins are related by blood, but according to Nok's observations and experiments, that does not seem to be the case. At least his mount has no interest in female demi-griffins.
Nok looked with envy at the company of knights of the "Wrath of Tarr" passing by not far away. These loyal followers of the "God of the Wilderness" all had their own half-griffins.
Once on the battlefield, Knok and his "new recruits" on horseback will witness the enemy's heroic charge.
There was nothing he could do except ride the griffin out to show off.
He really hoped that the Grand Master would be willing to accept the invitation of the Elector Count of Ostermark and lead all the Knights to fight on the northern front as commander, instead of stubbornly staying away from the secular world and letting these powerful warriors stay on the edge of the battlefield.
Do the vampires have the ability to fight their way out of Sylvania? They may not even get a chance to fight, and they are worse than the secular knights.
"The Blood Dragon Knights have lost contact, and Lord Valachi Harken is not in the Blood Castle."
In Sylvania, in a village under the night sky, a hoarse female voice caused the few lights to go out one after another.
"If you can't find Hakon, then you certainly can't find Abhorash."
A slow and magnetic male voice laughed out from the darkness. Vlad von Carstein looked straight at the envoy of the Lahmia family, but strangely gave him a feeling of being looked down upon.
But there was no arrogance in this look down, as if it was supposed to be this way.
It was truly a joke of fate that two old rivals who had been fighting openly and secretly in the empire for nearly a thousand years were now coming together.
(End of this chapter)
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