Chapter 422 They are vulnerable
Middenheim is a relatively clean city, partly because the local wizards, in return for the rulers' protection, are purging illegal wizards in the darkness.
The remaining credit does not go to the sheriff, but to the dominant "black and purple hand".
In order to shake the dominance of the "Purple Hand", the "Master of Change" of the "Red Crown" was even willing to cooperate with his former mortal enemy.
They are indeed all servants of the Supreme Warlock, followers of the God of Change on earth, but the struggle of ideologies is greater than blood feud.
Corrupting the upper class like the "Purple Hand" and joining them is undoubtedly a dangerous act of compromise. That group of pagans only used the supreme divine power for their own selfish desires. The true believers of Tzeentch should destroy the kingdoms and politicians in the world and use riots to create new chaos.
As long as the disempowered Imperials, as well as the mutants and beastmen within the Empire unite, the Red Crown's ideals will ultimately succeed.
"Master of Change" Sherent always adheres to this philosophy.
In the "Baroness Madame" tavern, a loose organization is holding an inappropriate meeting. There is no restriction on speech here. Warlocks and mutant leaders are giving speeches one after another on the podium. Frustrated groups or certain ideas can also be made public here. The chief "Master of Change" is only responsible for mediation.
It's better to communicate with words than to start punching and kicking directly. That's too undignified. Only the followers of the Blood God would do that.
The Chaos Warriors from the North hide in the basement level of the tavern, while the Howls of the Beastmen hide even deeper.
This tavern on the outskirts of Middenheim only becomes as lively as it is now once every three months, and Shelent believes that they have united a lot of forces so far.
There are always people who are dissatisfied with the status quo. Perhaps they have higher ideals, but dreams cannot be used to make a living. Everyone has different goals. With just a little incitement, those groups that try to resist will become puppets of the "Red Crown".
They tried to build an ideal country, why not go a step further and plunge directly into borderless chaos?
Shelent smiled sarcastically. Incitement, coercion, and inducement, every Tzeentch believer is good at this. All related marches are forces that the "Red Crown" can use.
These are truly wonderful times, and the scholars of Nuln are bringing revolution to the Empire, and endless changes are hidden within.
It is said that merchant guilds have emerged that want greater autonomy from the Elector Counts, and the Emperor will undoubtedly refuse them when the Empire ends the war in Sylvania.
By then, Shelent will have another group of forces that can be united. Before the empire is destroyed, they will only think that this is an unsuccessful protest rally. When the divine punishment comes, it will be too late even if they regret it.
Undoubtedly, in the "Arrogant Baroness" tavern, they are all free. Isn't "freedom" the dream they are pursuing?
For Sherent, there is a fine line between chaos and freedom, and he can easily confuse this line.
A group of eight people walked into the tavern. The first floor of the tavern was not as chaotic as the second floor. There were only a group of passionate speakers here.
Those eight strong men were most likely warriors. Their violent eyes and invisible murderous repression could not be hidden. They were Shelent's guests.
"Welcome, gentlemen! Would you like a bottle of strong liquor? I promise you will feel at home." The master of transformation disguised as the owner of the tavern stood up and raised his glass to signal the group.
"Tsk~ Little crow, keep your tongue behind your teeth or I promise to rip it off and tie it around your waist!"
The leading man pushed aside the people who were blocking his way and violently drove away a group of debaters who were originally sitting in the center of the tavern. The other warriors also sat down at the table one by one, looking at the other guests threateningly from time to time.
Shelent didn't feel annoyed at all, he just smiled and shrugged.
The Master of Transformation saw the weakness of the Blood God's followers. They were afraid of falling into an invisible trap and were only hiding their fear with brutality.
The followers of the Blood God have always been like this, and the Ulric warriors who have been bewitched and corrupted by the "Scarlet Skull" are the best among the brutal ones.
They are indeed powerful, and every member of the "Scarlet Skull" is an experienced warrior, and Shelent needs such strength.
"Then let's get down to business." Shelent signaled the others on the first floor to leave first, and returned the greetings to every guest who greeted him.
"Did you fight with the Plague Cult on the Night of the Witches?"
"Hmph!" The sturdy man just glared at Shelente with unclear meaning. Shelente understood everything through subtle observation. This group of brainless idiots had no idea what happened last night.
That's easy.
"Guys, I think we have to prepare for the most pessimistic scenario. Last night, there was a local conflict between the 'Purple Hand' and the 'Tilian Society'. The whereabouts of the last 'Chosen One' has been confirmed, and that group of pagans is about to reach a happy ending."
The soldiers all stared at the skinny Sherent and growled like wolves about to hunt.
"My informants failed to get first-hand information. Some say that the 'Chosen One' has escaped, but was kidnapped by another mysterious group. Some say that the 'Chosen One' has been captured by the 'Black and Purple Hand', and the pagans will soon get the final key from the soul of the 'Chosen One'. The 'Tilian Society' is about to have a final fight with the 'Black and Purple Hand'."
"We don't have much time left. I swear to my Lord God that we should unite before someone gathers the keys and summons Paradise. That is the power of a god, and we will be unable to resist."
"They are so vulnerable!" The sturdy man smashed the wooden table with one punch.
"Of course, of course." Shelent comforted the group of reckless men.
"We need to attack the 'Purple Hand' and the mysterious new group. Take back the 'Chosen One' before they interrogate the key. Don't let him die. Believe me, you don't want to see the 'Chosen One' after his death."
Shelent recalled with lingering fear that as one of the first attackers, he accidentally killed a "chosen one".
New life is born from death. Perhaps only the founder of the "Tilian Society" knows the source of that power. It is not a power that mortals should face.
"One more thing." Xie Lunte suddenly became amused and called out to the group of eight people who stood up hastily and were about to leave.
"The Emerald Staff is also investigating this incident. The Purple Rose Cult is behind it."
He knew that the Dark Prince and the Blood God were mortal enemies, and so were their cults.
Compared to the dwarves, Eugen was truly vulnerable, so he did not shirk the responsibility and personally apologized to the doctor named Caris.
(End of this chapter)
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