Chapter 424: Beasts
They are no longer considered human beings. From the moment they colluded with the beastmen, they crossed the red line.
They can make several caravans disappear in the forest, and they might as well prevent an Inner Circle knight who reveals the truth from returning to Middenheim.
Lothaire should have guessed long ago that many of his colleagues had died in this forest. They did not die in the siege of beastmen or greenskins, but died from the swords behind them.
In the death records of the church, how many of those White Wolf Knights who were "killed in beastman attacks" actually died under the beastman's axes?
The vague peeping interrupted the inner circle knight's thoughts. He silently distanced himself from his companions. This would cause him to lose the cooperation of his colleagues, and his side and back would no longer be safe.
But after learning the truth, he found that it had never been safe there.
He had to tell the deacon, "Can the deacon still be trusted?" The Elector had not returned yet, and Great Ulric was still away on the expedition. Lothair had thought that Middenheim was as safe as a beacon in the dark. Even if a large number of knights were marched to distant places with the army, it would still be as safe as yesterday.
A faint chill kneaded the knight's heartbeat.
He guessed that since he left the city tonight, the group of people had never thought of letting him go back alive.
The knight took a deep breath and smelled a stench approaching from the forest. He was familiar with this smell. He had killed hundreds, if not thousands, of beastmen.
Anger and unwillingness did not make Rothar despair, on the contrary, his eyes shone like a wolf in the fading sunset, with no cowardice in them, only tyrannical determination.
He used his hand to calm the uneasy warhorse. Perhaps the fate of this beast would end here. After all, it was a weak herbivorous animal and was just a tool to carry the soldiers to the battlefield.
Its mission was accomplished; Rotaire's had just begun.
The old white wolf bared his teeth at the increasingly rampant darkness. He saw horns hidden by branches and weeds. Like hunting winter wolves, the beasts had set up a circle.
Rotaire once again distanced himself from his companions, like a wild beast ready to attack. He not only confronted the approaching hyenas, but also secretly resisted the crowd.
After several fruitless attempts, the former comrades impatiently tore off their disguises and blatantly turned their spearheads. The darkness hid their hideous profiles, and the afterglow of the setting sun only illuminated their sharp weapons that reflected the cold light.
The first to break the standoff was not any of the three parties, but a blue flame rising from under Rotaire.
The well-trained warhorse whimpered and fell into the flames at the first sight. Lothar nimbly turned over and jumped to the side, avoiding the indigo flames cast by the warlock again.
The weeds enveloped by flames instantly transformed into wriggling living flesh, and their hideous mouthparts subconsciously bit in all directions. The knight, who had anticipated this, dodged smoothly and used his hammer to block the volley of arrows from Zero.
Their accuracy is a bit off.
"I don't want this, Rotaire. You shouldn't fight us. Join us and pretend nothing happened, or die!"
The knight's adjutant growled and took off his lance for the charge.
In response, the knight threw a spear accurately, and even with his preparation, the lieutenant was unable to completely avoid it.
It was so sharp, like a bullet, not at a speed that a human could throw.
Before the adjutant fell off his horse, the other knights had already launched a decisive charge, and the beastmen who had been dormant for a long time also emerged with a roar after the sun completely set.
Rotaire threw away the unsuitable weapons on his body one after another, leaving only the war hammer and the spare battle axe.
He was the most outstanding of the group. His former subordinates and apprentices were knocked off their horses like drowned dogs by daggers, short swords, long swords, and knight's staffs. In the end, the only thing that could whiz past Lothar was a frightened, ownerless warhorse.
After dodging another red flame spear thrown by the dark warlock, Rotair suddenly smashed the neck of the bighorned beast that was charging too fast with a hammer.
He howled like a wild beast and carved out a bloody path to the south against the beast tide.
But he keenly noticed another group of knights coming from afar, so he wisely gave up returning to Middenheim and headed north. Sherent seized the opportunity and raised his staff suddenly after another bighorn beast entangled the white wolf knight.
A tide of pink flame gushed out from the top of the staff, burning the horned beasts on the road as the warlock grinned. The vast pink fire engulfed the beastmen who were still struggling with the White Wolf Knight, and then submerged the figure wrapped in heavy armor.
When the flames dissipated, only ashes were left along the track, but at the end of the track, a half-burnt bloody man stood in intact armor.
His flames could overcome all obstacles, but failed to kill the target.
A dangerous growl sounded from the throat of the charred figure. The "Master of Transformation" was suddenly startled, and before the bloody man turned his dark green eyes to him, he used the power of the devil to escape into the distance.
Perhaps they shouldn't have made things more complicated. That stubborn knight was a little too difficult to deal with, and such casualties were unnecessary.
In the North Duncanwald Forest, Lynch's carriage drove into a village surrounded by wooden walls just after dark. Fortunately, the local people were tough and accepted the group directly after verifying their identities.
Lin Qi sneaked in openly. Even though it was dark, there were still children playing on the paths in the village.
The men were still busy cutting up the prey, while the women were cleaning the hides by the light of the house.
Young boys in groups of three or four chased the girls, wearing wolf skins and singing nursery rhymes.
"Old White Wolf~with long braids~"
The boy tried his best to make faces and imitate the wild wolf, chasing his companions in a comical way.
"Old White Wolf~sniffing blood~"
They bared their teeth and claws like harmless young animals, and Lynch knew that they would become strong sooner or later.
"Old White Wolf~Capture you!"
The boys pounced at the same time, but the girls dodged them nimbly and turned their heads to make faces at them.
"Old White Wolf, I'll tear you to pieces!" The boys scattered in all directions, whimpering, but they were not as developed as the girls at that time, and even if they caught up with the boys, they would only be beaten up by the girls.
Lynch made way for them and passed by after they had chased and fought.
A few exhausted children looked curiously in the direction where Lynch was. The lizard man knew that they saw him, but he was not sure what they saw, a ball of fire or a scaly monster?
Before they were about to take action and entangle Lynch, he suddenly sped up and left the place.
The sky was completely dark, and the stars in the sky emitted a bright halo, but there was no evil moon to ruin Lynch's mood.
Lynch found the constellations of the ancient saints one by one with his eyes. The guardian of warriors, the ancient saint who gave the cold-blooded people scale armor, Quiji was the closest to the human world.
(End of this chapter)
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