Chapter 343: Banditry
Perhaps the Southland cannot gather a large army of Thoros now, because the remaining young magic toads in the Southland know nothing about the operation of the hatching pool, and their compromise has created peace.
There is no shortage of lizardmen in Lustria. There are still second-generation magic toads remaining in Lustria, and Lord Mazdamundi has never been known for his good temper towards new species.
If there was a piece of ancient sacred stone tablet that still had value, why didn't Lin Qi just go and get it? The lizard man, who seemed to be thinking, suddenly burst into a brighter light, and the runes on the scales lit up one by one, and in an instant they gathered into a sea of light.
An indestructible beam of light took shape in an instant and flew into the forest outside the city at lightning speed.
The premonition of crisis exploded in Vlad's heart like thunder, and before he could dodge, he was hit directly by the engine beam focused by pure energy.
No matter how fast he is, can he be faster than light?
There was almost no resistance, and when the dazzling light faded, only a blood ring was left in its place.
In the next blink of an eye, the ring emitting blood-red light disappeared.
A sigh came from the southeast of the city. It seems that he is immortal as the legend says.
If the ring is still there.
Lynch stopped halfway. He didn't have time to take the ring. The other party resurrected faster than he thought.
Vlad's existence has disappeared from Lynch's perception. It seems that he reacts quickly and will not be stupid enough to give Lynch another chance.
There was no further communication. Lynch could only sense it spying on him in secret. It even changed its hiding position every frame, making it impossible for Lynch to succeed in a sneak attack.
To deal with this immortal enemy, it would be best to take away the item that maintains its immortality immediately after killing it. It would be even better if it could be destroyed, but the Great Necromancer's masterpiece withstood the test imposed on it by Lynch.
Lynch turned around without hesitation and went back into the city, sweeping through the streets like a hurricane, eliminating the remaining powerful unpurified undead one by one.
During the process, Vlad never showed up again, he was just observing.
It did not show up again until Lynch left Baker Harbor and returned to Griffin Forest.
Only a thoughtful and calculating look fell on the lizard man from time to time.
Lynch didn't care what it was trying to do. Since Castain had revealed that he owned the stone slab, he didn't mind taking back the cold-blooded's things along the way. This would allow him to go deeper into Sylvania to understand the root cause of the undead's crazy behavior.
No normal person would think that it was reasonable for vampires who had been dormant for hundreds of years to suddenly invade in large numbers when the empire was at its most powerful.
The undead have no shortage of time, they clearly have better opportunities.
How could the world's first necromancer, the founder of necromancy, be just an ordinary person? Failure has never defeated him, and not just because he has achieved immortality.
Every outstanding person has a process of standing out from the crowd, and the same is true for the Supreme Undead.
Who could have thought that the little priest of the past would become a disaster to the world? Who could have thought that it would threaten the safety of the entire world again and again after its death? Who could have thought that a human being could innovate magic with only the simple teachings of the impoverished Druzy? The fall of a civilization was only because of the despicable tricks it used in war, and the various undead were just its casual graffiti in the realm of death.
Who could have imagined that an ordinary human being in the past would have the potential to completely destroy the gods and rule the world?
The time has not come yet.
Nagash stood on the top of the tower of Taranhof Castle, overlooking the dark earth, listening to the death and pain of this continent from the restlessness of the necromancy.
The petty fighting between vampires and humans caused death to spread at an unprecedented rate, but it was not enough.
Its power will only reach its peak when ratmen and demons join in the chaos.
It will be soon. It will be soon.
The emperor of mankind was but a shadow of the gods, and that cold-blooded creature that seemed to be immune to magic was nothing but hard stone. It was a pity that it could not cross the magical protection near the Kislev Temple, otherwise the game would have ended long ago.
There seems to be an extremely powerful wizard near that temple.
After a period of time, the time passes a little faster, and more creatures die. When the day comes that it reigns over the world again, no matter how powerful the spellcaster is, he will be just a joke in front of it. Its only opponents will be the gods in heaven.
And the gods cannot directly confront it. This is a game that it is sure to win, as long as mortals don't give it too many surprises.
This time there were no ratmen and humans joining forces to fight it, and the so-called ancient races were all unable to take care of themselves.
What a wonderful era.
It’s coming soon, that day is coming soon, in this era.
All living things on this land must die and become slaves under its control.
All gods who set foot in the realm of death must become its food, and it will become the only god, the only ruler.
Mortals should run around in the wasteland like hares frightened by lions, and should not rest in peace even after death.
There is a being nobler and greater than them, and taking their lives can be as easy as blowing out a candle, so they should fear, be terrified, and give everything to that being.
Their bones should rise and toil for Nagash, and their spirits should strive to please the true Lord of Death.
Only by turning the whole world into a puppet for the great necromancer's entertainment can Nagash's true power and authority be reflected. This is what the world owes it.
The world belongs to it, and everything in the world should be disposed of by it at will, and all mundane things should be trampled under its feet. This is as it should be.
Civilization, country, family, and home all have no need to exist.
All beings except Nagash have only one identity - the humble servant of the Supreme Lord of the Dead.
As the most powerful being, it has the right to dominate the world and make the rules because it will be the only God.
It's just that the time is not right yet.
But it was time for the First Strigoi Vampire to appear, a mindless beast with a hatred for the Empire that was enough to accelerate the spread of death.
Moreover, the Imperials were a little too presumptuous. A small lesson would make them show what Nagash liked to see - fear and despair.
At the border between Stirling and South Sylvania, teams of militiamen wearing leather armor drove livestock and drove horse-drawn carriages, advancing slowly towards Sylvania under the cover of a few imperial soldiers.
There are many such teams throughout the Sylvanian border, but the one that Abeson is in is particularly different, because there is a knight group that is about to go to the front line right next to the logistics line, marching towards Schwarz Harbor together with the militia.
Compared to the White Wolf Knights riding on red-maned warhorses, the auxiliary legion of Stirling looked like a group of miscellaneous soldiers.
Tal could testify that every militiaman Abeson saw wore a different style of equipment, with no uniformity at all.
(End of this chapter)
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