Chapter 331 Hide and Seek
"But we can contact the Immortal Zacharias."
"A familiar name, but unfortunately he is not my old friend. I really hope he has the same magic level as Vosoron. If I remember correctly, he is lurking in the forests north of the empire?"
"Yes, sir, we can purchase his services."
"Just leave him in the north. Just let him show up for a while. A snake in the grass is more dangerous than a tiger."
"Don't you need to ask the magic masters of Nikolaichi to come to Sylvania to assist in the defense?"
"Master of Magic?" Vlad pronounced the word with emphasis, accompanied by a sneer that was unclear whether it was sarcasm or mockery.
"It seems that the Castaing family does not need magical support. Perhaps you are more interested in the whereabouts of Usoran."
"Neferata should have taught you how to express useful information briefly.
If Usoran now dares to look upon the shame of his descendants degenerating into beasts, let him come, abandon the pitiful ruins of his empire, and fight for a new empire with his proudest descendants. "
The man's impatient whispers drifted away in the wind, and the dense dead grass, which looked miserable, stopped swaying in the wind.
A graceful figure trembled and shook in the shadows, fearing the man's inexplicable anger, but nothing happened.
The gentle man walked out of the shadows, the moonlight illuminating his face that was half ferocious and half peaceful.
He didn't reveal his disguise in the end, and the rotten, ugly flesh on his left half was soon covered by a layer of delicate skin. Appearance is the best disguise for vampires, and language is their most powerful weapon.
The beast in Vlad's heart urged him to tear everything apart and vent his bloodlust violently and directly.
But he did not obey the call of his heart. He just said goodbye to the messenger from Lahmia impatiently and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Sigmar's descendants asked the Mountain Kingdom for help.
And it was a request directly from the Emperor, in the name of Sigmar.
The dwarves prefer to see it as Sigmar's call after two thousand years.
They must send troops, and every dwarf clan has reason to send troops, because Sigmar is a friend of the dwarves.
Khalid Shield of the Mountains was supposed to go directly to Karak Kadrin and head to Kislev with the army, but now he turned around and went to Torrent Pass.
About three hundred dwarves like him were resting in Rapids Pass, waiting for the official announcement from the Empire.
More dwarves should have come to aid their human allies, but they were unable to get away.
The greenskins were abnormally scarce some time ago, but have suddenly become dense in recent days.
All signs point to a scary fact: a green tide is moving northward.
"That rat man dared to glare at you! Boss! They are challenging the Iron Claw Tribe!"
"waagh!"
"Coward" Fermat successfully changed the green tide's route with just one sentence, because the greenskins had to find a place to fight every day, otherwise it would likely cause the huge green tide to disperse directly.
For some unknown reason, he specifically targeted the strongholds of ratmen and undead to provoke Gorbad's temper.
No greenskin wants to delve into the idea of a gadget, they just need to fight.
If he doesn't find some enemies, Hotar will probably be caught by him sooner or later.
But there is currently nothing available in the north.
Prager, the mirror god hides in a pair of eyes, hiding deep in the minds of mortals, avoiding the cold-blooded creatures roaming around the city.
The situation is getting worse.
In the old town, in a newly built small coffee shop, a thin wealthy businessman, with a figure wrapped in blue flames, listened to the noise under the night sky and missed the pollution and distortion of this place a month ago.
At that time, Prager was still a cursed city, and even had unclear connections with the Chaos Realm, which could cause Prager to mutate completely at any time.
But now the ubiquitous pollution is gone, and the singing and dancing Kislevites even dare to drink and sing in the dark, instead of hiding in the house to pray to the hideous shrines and make sacrifices to unclear gods in exchange for safety as before.
That's too bad.
This city has never been worse.
How could any human being dare to light a lamp in the dark and talk to each other as if it were daytime?
If it were in the past, Hotar would have thought this was a fresh change, but now it is tired of such changes. It would rather the change deviate to the other side, so that humans can experience a different kind of horror.
The safe picture has lasted too long, this place needs to change.
Perhaps the Chaos Dwarves now need a certain number of slaves to ease the pressure of fighting the Greenskins, and Kislevites are a good choice.
The long, panting sound like a giant dragon could be vaguely heard in the noisy downtown. The omen of danger made the devil in people's eyes stop thinking, and they used all possible means of surveillance to search for the enemy's position.
He's not here yet, he hasn't entered the inner city yet, but he's almost there.
He couldn't stay in this place, otherwise Hotar's journey would come to an end here.
Its tricks can deceive mortals, deceive wizards, and even priests of false gods, but it cannot deceive disgusting cold-blooded creatures. Reptiles seem to have a special way of perception, especially some accurate premonition.
Dealing with reptiles will always turn into a fight to the death. No Tzeentch demon likes to wrestle with a rookie, as they are not good at fighting in the field of power.
What's worse is that the individual Hotar is facing now is immune to the effects of the magical field that it is more proficient in. If Hotar really wants to fight that individual head-on, he might as well reveal his true form and fight with the great demon's physical fitness that far exceeds that of ordinary people.
That's a nightmare future.
It is not Carlos. It will not be thrown to the ground in an inglorious manner like Carlos. It can even briefly fight the bloodthirsty one without using magic.
Only a fool would think of using violence to defeat the enemy all day long. Even if he has to rely on strength, he will choose to fight in a more decent way.
It doesn't like fighting.
But the other party is obviously not someone who can reason with others.
The long breathing sounds became clearer and clearer, like a gust of wind sweeping across the city.
The candles in the tavern swayed abnormally, and the howling of the wind stopped abruptly, and the flames returned to stability.
The blue flames in the rich businessman's eyes solidified in an instant, and Hotar stiffly took a step back into the depths of human thinking, and with the help of the connection between shadows and mirrors, he quietly and peacefully transferred to the new fallen thinking.
It hid in the hotel opposite the tavern, retracted its presence in the real world, and quietly nestled deep in the human mind, not even daring to let go of its perception of the outside world.
It uses the low-level human senses to listen to the unusual movements in the noise, but human senses have always been dull, and it can only hear the shouting of prostitutes, the booing of drunkards, and the conversations of pedestrians on the street.
Nothing unusual happened, as if the cold-blooded creature had not entered the city, but it dared to swear to Tzeentch that the reptile had definitely entered the city.
(End of this chapter)
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