Chapter 353 The Secret of the Slate
The melodious sound of bells came from afar, creating ripples underground.
The rats gathered.
Cui Tesi did not dare to blend into the rat group, but just hid in the dark and watched their movements.
Perhaps it has a chance to find its way home from underground. It has never missed the clan hall of the Grinning Clan as much as it does now.
Of course, it must not be discovered by the slave rats, and it cannot even communicate with the high-ranking ratmen of the Corrupted Clan. After leaving the army, it is no longer a warlord.
The most important thing is that the low-level ratmen of the Corruption Clan don’t seem to be very smart and don’t seem like creatures that can communicate.
So, why did they gather? Are the corrupt clans going to start a war? Vlad had long expected that Nagash would question his inaction. The Great Necromancer has always been like this. Perhaps letting it personally command every zombie would satisfy it.
Why didn't he attack the gathering place of human officers? Why didn't he lead the legion to break into the territory of Talabek? Why ? Why? Was Vlad going to let a powerful enemy create trouble in the heart of Sylvania? No, this seemed to be a feasible plan. If it wasn't for the overall situation, Vlad would have led the lizardman to Nagash long ago, so that his plan would have failed.
Unless the great necromancer can silence them.
Maybe we can use a different approach to resist him.
The western part of Sylvania is swamp and forest, while the northeastern part is wasteland.
The Hungry Woods and the Ghoul Forest were just further west of Lynch, and with his eyesight he could easily see the deep dark forest on the edge of the wilderness.
In the distant past, these areas should have been connected and belonged to the same forest.
However, the dimensional stone rain that fell from the sky destroyed its eastern part. This might be the consequence of a failed moon-shaking plan by the Toad Priest of the Moon City.
Although Xie Yue would often throw part of its surface to the ground, it was impossible for it to forcibly cut off a large piece of matter from its body and could only do so under duress.
Unfortunately, the Slann were unsuccessful and only made Sylvania more dangerous.
There are traces of dimensional stones everywhere in the wasteland, and Lynch only needs to sniff lightly to smell the stench of Isil crystals.
Vampires and rat-men have taken them, but they still radiate their influence on the world.
Lynch had forgotten about the deserted villages and wild graves covered with weeds. Occasionally, he discovered three or two villages with people still living in them, but he had no interest in talking to humans. All he wanted to do now was to dig up the tomb of Count Castaing and find the ancient holy stone tablet from it.
There is no need to communicate with self-degrading humans.
The Sylvanians are even worse than the common people of Bretonnia. They are even more in awe of the nobles than the latter and are extremely xenophobic.
Intimidation and violent coercion are the most effective means of communicating with them. Fortunately, Lynch is good at communication, otherwise he would not be able to find even a clue about the stone slab.
If you use normal means to question the locals, you will only get false information that is both clear and concealed. They have two languages.
Lynch had just witnessed a scam that a dwarf traveler had encountered not long ago, and the butcher's experience inspired the lizard man.
There are always fierce winds under the dark clouds. Strong winds often blow in this place without sunlight, and not just in a real sense.
The waystone of the Caledor mages had been desecrated. Perhaps it was an unintentional act for the original Sylvanian nobles to build their castle on the waystone, but the location of the subsequent new fortresses built by the vampires was no random coincidence.
As a witness, Lynch had an obligation to demolish the illegal structures on the approach stones, and he had to do so.
The guide stone is built on the spiritual vein node. It is not wise to allow vampires to take advantage of the power overflowing from the spiritual vein.
Who knows what tricks the undead are preparing in secret?
If they had enough magic power, they could even split the World's Edge Mountains in one fell swoop.
The abnormal magic vortex has caused endless sand winds to rise in this land. The power of death lingers here. This is the holy land of the necromancer.
What's worse is that the local residents seem to be very accustomed to this kind of life with the dead, happy to accept the rule brought by fear, and the necromancer is legal here.
Lynch also discovered one thing—there were no young and strong people in the human village.
It is impossible for vampires to stop the reproduction of Sylvanians at once, so they can only join the army. Obviously, Sylvania is fighting against the Empire, and it is impossible for Sylvanians to join the Empire's legion.
Lynch had no intention of pursuing who was right or wrong. There is no right or wrong in war, but they had deviated from the path.
The idea of the dead remaining in the world like deformities was never part of the plan.
The figure that was passing over the earth at high speed suddenly turned a corner and crashed into an ancient castle which was not on the route. When he was exposed to the night again, the castle had become history.
A huge bat with only half of its body left screamed and flapped its wings, flying away. The lizard man was too lazy to even pay attention to it. He just maintained the guide stone.
This slowed down his journey a lot, but he was in no rush.
While purifying the guidestone, he can also obtain inside information from Sylvania. He is very interested in the root cause of the sudden massive invasion of the empire by vampires.
He possesses outstanding communication skills and no vampire can resist his charm, but even so, he cannot pry open the deepest secrets of vampires.
Something was blocking their will, and Lynch discovered this more than once.
The timid vampires are not refusing to obey, they just can't pass on the secret.
But Lynch couldn't be sure whether this was Vlad using blood to transmit influence or a trick played by some other being.
The road is still long, and there are many hospitable hosts waiting for him to visit, and there are still many opportunities.
He had to cross the wasteland, over the pale hills that separated Sylvania from north to south, to find the cemetery of the Carstein family near Dunkenhof Castle.
I just don't know if that slate has any actual value.
It may simply record a period of history, or it may record the knowledge from the ancient saints.
But the knowledge of the ancient saints is as vast as the sea of stars. Perhaps it only records the forging process of cold weapons, or it may be the process flow of some kind of cosmic engine, or even a method of traveling through time and space with the help of Ithil.
Lynch just hoped that he would be lucky enough to find a valuable stone tablet, preferably one related to the Lizardmen - this was also just one of the many types of creation knowledge of the ancient saints.
He was afraid that his luck was too bad, but he was also afraid that his luck was too good.
If his wish really came true, it would be hard for him not to wonder if the "Great Deceiver" had lowered his gaze.
That would be the most terrifying future. He would seem to have accomplished nothing, but he would always get what he wanted.
All Lynch can do is fight back.
But fate already included his figure, and it was hopeless for a drop of water to resist the sea.
(End of this chapter)
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