Chapter 437: The Dead Horse
A flash of red light dragged in the darkness and disappeared into the depths in the blink of an eye.
The dirty white hair was soaked by the rain, but the rain failed to wash away the filth on them, but only made them look more disgusting.
The rain-soaked fur clung together, stained with pale yellow.
The ferocious rabbit teeth were full of gaps, and there was a twisted smile on the fat rabbit head.
Lynch had seen many horned beasts with sheep's heads and bull's heads, but this was the first time he saw a monster with a rabbit's head.
It can be imagined that these hornless and weak-bodied beastmen are just the lowest-level cannon fodder in the beast herd.
No matter how weak they are, they cannot change the beastmen's desire to destroy civilization. They lurk under the rain, using the heavy rain to cover their bodies, and slowly walk towards the watchtower in front of Lynch.
I don't know where they stole the hoes and pitchforks from. Those who could hold iron tools were the stronger ones among them, and more rabbit-headed people only held wooden sticks.
Lynch doubted whether they had the ability to kill people. He was afraid that only lone women and children, or unarmed young people would be chosen as ambush targets by them.
Yes, the current situation is not normal. They should not rashly attack a camp, even though it is night and it is raining heavily, which is a good opportunity for them to hide.
Perhaps we shouldn't underestimate them, but they are really not as good as the skinks. .Tonight was an eventful night. After clearing out this group of beasts, dozens of other groups of beasts arrived one after another.
Without exception, their outcomes are predetermined.
After the hornless beastmen came the inferior-horned beasts with short horns, and after the inferior-horned beasts came the ordinary-horned beasts, and there were even a few large-horned beasts mixed in.
In short, they all stayed in the forest. As you can imagine, the battle was fierce . The beastmen sent by the remnants of the "Red Crown" and the "Scarlet Skull" to clear the traces did not come back. The team responsible for the relevant tasks could not contact the leader and could only bite the bullet and continue.
After all the soldiers that could be deployed disappeared into the darkness and never came back, the remaining members completely lost the courage to carry out the mission.
They were also afraid of severe punishment from their superiors, so the members of the "Scarlet Skull" resolutely walked into the darkness and disappeared in the heavy rain just like the beastmen sent out before.
Never came back.
The remaining Tzeentch cultists decided to fake a report, but after they made up all kinds of excuses, the middleman responsible for communicating with them could not be contacted, and they lost the channel to contact other groups. In other words, they became lone wolves with no hope of returning to the original wolf pack.
The Red Crown is a messy organization, as soft and scattered as white bread.
The harsh night rain lasted until the second half of the night, and not long after the rain stopped, the sun was about to come out.
The guards on second duty enjoyed the complaints from their predecessors, and from what Lynch saw, they regretted their choice in the draw.
During this process, Lynch learned a useless piece of knowledge. Today is the eighth day of the empire. The calendar and time sequence are different in different races and countries. Lynch did not want to calculate the "Phoenix King Calendar" laboriously, nor did he want to pursue the complicated calendar of the imperial people.
A year in the empire lasts for more than four hundred days. The elves and dwarves each have their own new calendar arrangement. For an immortal species, the calendars of younger creatures can be ignored. Otherwise, just the time sequence, festivals, and different dates would be enough to fill up a parchment book.
Lynch prefers to use the cold-blooded constellation calendar. The stars will not change until the world is destroyed. The constellations are there, slowly and endlessly moving with the universe.
In this world where will can change reality, there are not many reliable reference points.
More and more humans woke up from their sleep, and their suspicions and uneasiness about last night spread with the fresh breeze that still carried moisture. They couldn't discuss anything, because there were too many things that were not human, legends and stories were everywhere, and monsters were everywhere.
Similarly, this is Middenland. If it were other less tough ethnic groups, the fear of the forest and the awe of the night would have scared off passers-by, but in Middenland, Lynch thought that those blond people were quite eager to try, and they were indeed different from the passing merchants.
The simple customs of the place taught them to be as warlike as the Norsemen.
The seriously injured knight was able to walk, which was a miracle even with the help of magic.
There are so many miracles in the world that Lynch is not at all surprised by them.
The makeshift camp was dismantled at a very fast speed. The mud could not stop the merchants. After sunrise, people could already see a towering mountain standing alone in the vast wilderness.
At the top of the cliff, overlooking the forest, stands the fortress, which seems to be standing in the clouds.
Of course, Lynch could see that it did not rise above the clouds, but when viewed from a distance it was easy to confuse the sky and the earth into a single line.
We have reached the territory of Middenheim, as evidenced by the messy crowds of people passing by.
Wizards dared to walk openly on the road - Lynch glanced at two wizards, one old and one young, standing on the roadside. They were obviously used to this. They walked and talked while trying to get a ride from time to time.
People have also become accustomed to the existence of wizards, at least they are not scared away from them.
Human control of magic is too dangerous, especially for wild wizards who still follow the ancient method, that is, the "Four Elements Theory". The knowledge of the elves is at least correct, but the path discovered by humans themselves still needs to be improved.
Of course, the most dangerous people are self-taught people who know nothing.
Although he was wary of them, Lynch did not interfere until they caused trouble due to spellcasting errors.
As expected, Lynch discovered that Tegris had rolled up the car window, and most of the wizards who were still wandering outside the magic academy did not agree with the elven wizard's proposal. If the lizard man wanted to find out, he would probably be able to learn about the grudges of the past from the wizard.
Middenheim embraces wizards who are ostracized by the mainstream community, which is a good thing, because the wizards voluntarily fight against other evil forces in return for their rulers.
This is also a bad thing. We must admit that some wizards are evil forces and wizards are a mixed group.
According to Lynch, the laws of Middenheim are too lenient. Although Ulric is the undisputed ruler of the area, other miscellaneous gods, some of whom Lynch has never even heard of, have a place here.
A stream, a forest, a stone, can all become beliefs spread in the region. They are illegal beliefs, and the empire only recognizes nine major sects.
Tal and Rhea ruled the forests and fields; Mor received every cemetery, and his wife Verena was the psychological home of scholars and those who pursued justice; Ulric was often regarded as the first god-king of the empire, and Sigmar was his successor; Sharya was the absolute leader in public welfare and medical organizations, and his sister Malmitia influenced some wealthy people and soldiers; thieves and traders worshiped Ranod, and Manawe's name was sung on the coasts of the ocean.
(End of this chapter)
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