Chapter 393: The Innocents The lizardman
's eyes were always fixed on a calm Kislev man, who was as burly as a Norseman. In the secret arena they held privately, he was probably a perennial champion.
Maybe he is the ruler of half of the underworld, maybe he is the behind-the-scenes protector of all the gangs and the lower city of Erengrad.
It doesn't matter, he is just a desperado now.
Like a clever lamb, he blends in with the flock, hiding his wild side. It is difficult for anyone who is not a warrior who often experiences life and death to see his extraordinary side.
But Asur has never lacked excellent warriors.
Lynch could see through his uneasiness and sense his increasingly hysterical temper. He was almost unable to bear it anymore. He was a Khorne fanatic who had never been able to control himself.
There was no need for Lynch to show up, the elves' soldiers could deal with him. In the realm of mortals, no matter how powerful a warrior was, he could not survive the siege of dozens of veterans.
Even giants would be hunted down, let alone a mere Khorne believer who is not even a Chaos Warrior.
Just as Lynch had guessed, the man quietly left the crowd, took advantage of the conflict between the Ugor Witch and the Sword Saint of Hos, nimbly circled in the alleys for a while, and then boldly jumped into the water, using his superb swimming skills to hide in small boats and leave misleading traces.
If it was a Chaos Warrior of Khorne, he would have exposed himself by now, shouting slogans to please the evil god and starting indiscriminate slaughter, but no matter how fanatical the believers were, they were still just humans and had not yet been upgraded.
He was already trapped in a jar, and Lynch didn't think he could escape with just these little tricks.
A few ardent scholars have donned their scaled mail and drawn the enchanted swords forged in the White Tower of Hoth; and the Everqueen's handmaiden has taken farewell to the Saurus and taken up residence in the heights of the Men's cities with her own guards.
This unfortunate guy had absolutely nothing to do with Tzeentch's conspiracy, but he happened to witness Asur's purge of the city.
For Lynch, the elves' behavior was exactly what he wanted. Tzeentch might not necessarily interfere with the city, but the elves' nervous vigilance would keep it quiet for decades.
A faint prayer sounded in Lynch's ears. The content of the words was not vague, but abnormally clear.
Through the sound of prayer, Lynch directly anchored the opponent's location - the Daha Temple in Erengrad.
The temple's watcher is seeking enlightenment, a devout man, and Lynch doesn't mind taking a moment to respond.
I just hope that Ms. Verena’s high priest in Erlengrad won’t be too surprised. Her “Anti-Crime Volunteer Federation” will get a lot of new members in the next period of time.
Lynch looked around the city leisurely. He didn't need to do everything himself. Some setbacks and troubles were something that ordinary people were capable of overcoming on their own.
Tigris led the soldiers to visit the restless ice witches, and also accurately found the "Cheka" hidden in the crowd, that is, the secret police of the new Tsar who had not yet gained a foothold in Erengrad. Lynch didn't care what agreement they reached.
The lizard man stared closely at the fanatic of the Blood God, trying to find some secrets from his dirty soul, but the wind of magic was not rampant enough, and Lynch could not see much.
The leader of the Khorne Cult was caught from the water by the magic swordsman just as Lynch expected. Before he could roar and launch a life-and-death counterattack, a silver arrow pierced his throat.
His inhuman will prevented him from dying immediately. He took a few breaths hoarsely, but nothing came out.
He stood up like a ghost and glared fiercely at the elven soldiers who were looking around him, but before he could draw his dagger, the magic swordsman chopped off his arm.
He wanted to bite the enemy with his teeth, but seeing that there was no hope of capturing him alive, the Elf Sword Master decisively beheaded him, and he couldn't even make a decent counterattack.
To the poor people of Erengrad and the outsiders, he is the emperor who rules the underground, but to the truly powerful beings, he is nothing.
Before Rikov could get up, he saw Blood Father, with only his head left, being paraded through the streets by the elven swordsman, holding his hair bun.
His thighs, which had not yet been tensed, suddenly became limp and he no longer had the strength to stand up from his position.
Naturally, someone came to help Rykov to his feet, but he preferred not to.
Despair was not enough to describe Rykov's mood when three elven soldiers broke into the tavern.
The elf's purposeful gaze quickly found its target, and Rikov easily guessed a fact - the elf had known them for a long time and had been watching them.
The pig-slaughtering wailing made Lynch pay a little attention. Another ignorant evil god believer was dragged out of the tavern. What was rare was that this blood god believer did not have any missing limbs. Lynch thought they would all fight to the death.
The Asur warrior dragged his legs, and the friction between his facial muscles and the ground was the only damage the Khorne believer suffered.
Lynch followed the soldiers back to the Elf Special Zone. The wizards were about to begin interrogation. Lynch might be able to get some information about other demons. This group of mortals could confirm the Lizardman's guess - Tzeentch's attention was just accidental. He didn't even place a move, which only meant that this was not the chessboard he chose.
Of course, His chessboard encompasses everything. It is foolish to speculate on Tzeentch's will. I'm afraid that the Great Deceiver himself doesn't know what he is thinking.
Lynch no longer cared about Tzeentch's inexplicable glance. He could look at him however he wanted. If his attention could cause the Lizardmen to lose limbs, he would have died in the Blood God's sight in Lustria.
He was now more curious about which demon was standing behind these mortals.
"We don't know who Slannis is. We worship him only because it makes our skin smoother. My lord, you may not understand the pain that human girls suffer. Time will make us lose our glory."
"You son of a bitch, she's lying! My lord! She is the anointed one, and she has established a ritual to kill our six champions on a mysterious night!" Rickoff roared at his cellmates imprisoned in Isemara's silver cage. Even if he died here, these bitches would not have an easy time. When Rickoff first came to this treasure land, they had destroyed the symbol of his manhood.
The scholars who were watching the interrogation of the Sword Master of Hoeth exchanged glances implicitly. Their magic worked. Sometimes the living know how to leak information better than the dead, and they just need simple guidance.
Lynch did not participate in the mages' records and discussions. He found familiar traces in the souls of these mortals, which seemed to be the stench of a secret keeper.
The followers of Khorne and Slaanesh exposed each other's shortcomings. Before long, half-dead followers of Khorne were angered by the women and roared like beasts to denounce them:
"The Purple Rose Order of the Empire is their backer! They have a god in the world, and they call Him "The Son"."
This is really good news.
(End of this chapter)
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