Chapter 397: Sakaar Town
The conversation with the merchants gave Lynch a preliminary understanding of the current situation of the empire. The influence of the demons and the undead was quelled by the imperial people in just half a month, although many tragedies occurred during this period.
Now everyone knows that the Emperor of the Empire is leading his army to fight against an orc warlord in Sylvania. They are conducting some kind of mobile warfare. Yes, they, the greenskins, actually know how to use tactics.
None of the passers-by mentioned the exact location of the main forces of both sides. Through their descriptions, Lynch could outline the general situation - the human army launched guerrilla warfare and counter-guerrilla warfare against the greenskins in the Sylvanian Forest, and now no one could be sure of the specific strength of the other side.
There were often sad news about a certain company being surrounded and annihilated by greenskins, but there were also good news about thousands of green pigs making a rapid advance only to be swallowed up by the Imperials.
This made Lynch doubt Sigma's command ability. Unless these humans were lying, there would be no green-skinned warrior who knew how to use his wisdom.
It's like a joke played by the ancient sages.
The Green Prophet of the Second God came to the Empire? If it came, Lynch would have known it long ago.
In any case, this ridiculous war must end as soon as possible, otherwise the longer it is delayed, the number of greenskins will increase. If it is delayed too long, the greenskins who like fighting all over the world will find the right direction.
The human emperor must know this. Lynch is just curious about when he will choose to have the decisive battle.
If they dragged on until Lynch went south and still weren't done, the Lizardmen would surely find an opportunity for Teclis to taunt the human war chief.
This was a must-win battle, but they were able to end it in a stalemate.
The carriage was moving at a leisurely pace, without any of the urgency of the other pedestrians.
The worst case scenario is that the three people in the carriage will have to stay in the carriage for one night. Lynch doesn't care because it's not his turn to rest anyway.
The bumpy road limited the horse's speed, and it was not until evening that Lynch saw an imperial town appear at the end of the road.
It stands on the Middenheim-Erengrad Avenue and should be prosperous, but in fact it is dilapidated like a small fishing village.
The size of the area could be called a modern town, but most of its buildings were dilapidated, and Lynch was worried that large sections of houses would collapse when he passed by.
The statue standing in the town square can no longer be seen clearly, and no one knows which hero of the human empire is under the moss.
Weeds stood on both sides of the vine-covered house. If it weren't for the lights, Lynch would even have thought it was a deserted village.
All in all, at first glance it doesn't look beautiful at all, on the contrary, it deserves to be called a refugee concentration camp.
When the carriage arrived at the town's logging camp in the Shadow Forest, Lynch learned its name by identifying the sign on the side of the road - Sakaar Town. It was indeed a legitimate town, not a cult's stronghold in the wild.
The camp, which had lights on, fell into darkness in the blink of an eye when the creaking sounds of carriage wheels were heard.
Lynch could understand their fear, as they were the only ones still on the road at this time.
I'm afraid they are the only legitimate carriages still operating on this road. No, the carriage under Lynch's name doesn't seem to be a legitimate carriage either. The existence of Tigris alone is enough to make it a new weird story in the Shadow Forest, not to mention that Lynch, who is invisible to ordinary people, is now included.
After passing the camp, the carriage drove to the wooden railing of the town. The guards on the watchtower leaned out their heads sleepily and observed the group of people by the help of torches.
"Please go back! Or find a place to rest. Sakaar Town does not welcome visitors at night unless Sigma allows you to enter the city."
"Sigmar will allow it! You blind bastard! Open the door quickly! Let your dwarf grandpa in!" Sorian jumped off the carriage without hesitation, but due to the bad road conditions, he almost fell into the mud.
He always refused to take off his ancestral armor.
The dwarf's voice disturbed the other defenders, but except for those on duty, no one was willing to go out at this time.
The sentry saw the dwarf's appearance clearly and was unsure for a moment, but he definitely would not open the door as there was no precedent.
"Uh, a dwarf? Well, that's rare. I have reason to suspect that you are a cultist in disguise. I'm sorry, but I still can't open the door for you. You should understand that those wizards always like to move around at night."
"Hahaha~ Wizard? Do you mean the elf? There's one behind me!" Sorian laughed inexplicably, his waist bent like a shrimp, and he almost laughed to tears.
Even Tigris was too embarrassed to get off the carriage at this time, but Eugen dug out his old clothes, and after getting dressed neatly, he borrowed the archmage's crystal lantern with a serious face and got off the carriage using the light.
Perhaps at this time he should be called the Servant of Eugen More, rather than the Servant of the Ancient Saints. Lynch thought irresponsibly as this cunning guy put on a black robe of More, a priest's sickle, and even pinned a copy of "Elegy for the Raven" on his head.
If someone didn't know his true appearance, they would probably think he was a Reverend Moore.
He held the lamp in his left hand and the holy emblem in his right hand, and it really looked like the real deal.
"I am the servant of Eugen More of the Doomsday Prophecy Society. You can invite the local bishop here. He will recognize my identity. More let us know each other.
Please forgive us for visiting at night. I was attacked by the undead on the way, which caused us to be late. For Mor's sake, please open the door. "
Lynch was sure that not a word this guy said was true, and that even if Bishop More was really invited, there would be no result. As far as Lynch knew, the connection between More's followers could only be seen at the gatherings held once every ten years, and most of the time they simply didn't care about each other.
But a small town guard obviously didn't know the connection, and he didn't have the courage to visit the temple of More at night, so the corpse would go to listen to More's sermons at this time.
"I don't want to offend you, Reverend, but it is my duty to open the door for you unless you let it open by itself."
The iron mesh gate was stuck to the ground by a mechanism. It could not be pushed open, but was controlled by the mechanism to rise and fall.
Both Lynch and Tigris have ways to make it rise, so when Eugen winked at Lynch implicitly, he knew how to cooperate.
Eugen held the holy emblem to his chest, took out the holy book, and slowly dragged it upwards.
Lynch cooperated by dragging the city gate upwards with one hand. The mechanism creaked under the heavy load. When Eugen raised the Holy Book above his head, Lynch also stuck the city gate back upwards.
The sentry obviously couldn't see Lynch, so in his eyes it just seemed that the priest lifted the city gate out of thin air.
He nervously checked the mechanism of the city gate, fearing that the brute force would destroy the structure of the gate.
Fortunately, there was no problem between the gears, only the lever used to fix the gears was deformed.
He hurriedly called the carriage into the city, then picked up the hammer and began hammering nervously.
(End of this chapter)
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