Chapter 446 What are you looking at?
It seems that this guild has no future at all, but it is possible that some fools still have hope in the "Son of God". Ms. Lina on the aisle is one of them.
Rather than being accused of something they didn't want, the smart people were more concerned about when they would be allowed to leave. They promised not to appear before the Son of God a second time. " Why did things turn out like this? The ratmen lied to me! Nagash lied to me! Even Whiskrim lied to me!" Even though they were still shrouded in fear, some people outside the palace who knew the situation almost laughed out loud. When they reached an agreement with the undead and the Skaven, they were thinking about how to deal with the backstabs in the future and backstab their partners first.
Unexpectedly, their master was actually thinking about how to cooperate with Nagash and the ratmen.
If this roar was not a deliberate test, it would be ridiculous. All the mysterious power that everyone had imagined for the "Son of God" before this had become a bubble.
If that is true, he is an arrogant, ignorant idiot.
What's even more ridiculous is that some idiots actually took it seriously. They are still standing up for the Son of God and hating the betrayal of their allies.
For the love of Slaanesh, can the Skaven and Nagash really be associated with words like "reliable" and "loyal"? "Senior members and group leaders are all a bunch of incompetent, disloyal bastards!"
"You only hinder my plan! You are the ones who have been holding me back! I should have killed you long ago!"
"You guys don't even dare to write a suspicious name directly? You have to use all kinds of references to refer to it? I almost didn't understand it was called Linqi! Linqi! Linqi!" . The "gluttons" outside the house naturally didn't explain. They knew that the Son could hear it, but it didn't seem fair to put all the responsibility here. . "Go and find out what that Linqi is! Don't come back if you can't find it!"
"My Lord, the report clearly states that it is suspected to be a lizard man."
"roll!"
It was as if flames suddenly ignited the palace, and as if everyone had come to the sun.
The terrible heat baked everyone's spirit, and it was not until everyone sat down on the ground trembling that the unknown will slowly receded.
Maybe we should be thankful.
Few people knew what happened. Ever since the Son of God shouted out the name "Linqi", abnormalities began to appear soon after.
Just when everyone survived the disaster, another wave of heat flowed into the world along with the scorching sun.
The members were like live fish that had come ashore, and even breathing became difficult.
Everyone tried to hide in the corner as much as possible, using every crack and shadow to avoid possible gazes.
Only when the burning gaze disappeared did the members, who were shivering all over, have time to let out a breath.
What's going on?
Lynch once again peered towards the location of inspiration for a while, but without a specific anchor point, he had to return empty-handed.
He simply didn't pay any more attention to it and continued to walk around Middenheim.
Not all nobles went with the army, so Lynch saw some fully armed men wearing animal skins and gold and silver on the road. They were more or less followed by servants, and their wolfskin cloaks were printed with wolf head badges.
The nobles of Middenheim seem to be somewhat similar to the boyars of Kislev. They also love the furs of wild beasts. Rather than being petty and "dignified", they prefer to decorate themselves with wildness.
Without exception, their attire reveals the wealth behind them.
In terms of military strength, it was not until Middenheim that the wizards reluctantly recognized humans.
Kislev's army looked like a motley crew. Not only were their individual military abilities slightly different, but their numbers were simply too small to form any scale.
It may be related to the previous wars. After all, humans cannot be replenished from the hatchery, and the warriors of Kislev probably died twenty years ago.
Fighting off the Chaos Army for a year is no easy task.
Middenheim still retains its extreme militarization. It is no exaggeration to say that every Middenheimer on the street can be considered a soldier as long as they can be assigned armor and get weapons.
But Lynch didn't expect that even nobles could be easily provoked by short-sighted thugs, although those provocateurs soon accidentally rolled into the abyss on the side of the street.
The city remains largely peaceful, if you don't look at the corpses and vultures accumulating in the canyons.
With this experience, Lynch was no longer surprised by the human hooligans who provoked the butcher.
Perhaps to them, the underground king of Middenheim is their real ruler. There is always a part of blind arrogance among young people. Maybe they will have to struggle on this road for a long time before they can understand this.
In addition to wine, handicrafts and weapons from all over the world, pastries are also common on the streets of Middenheim.
Lin Qi felt hungry after walking around for a while. He didn't really need to eat, he just wanted to try something.
Brightly colored fruits and vegetables decorate the milky white dairy products. The light yellow and emerald green square and round noodles are extremely eye-catching among the bustling crowd. There are vendors everywhere next to the towering buildings.
Juggling clowns can be seen everywhere on the narrow and winding roads. As they tumble, colorful balls form loops in the air and eventually fall into their palms.
Men on stilts will also find a street corner to show off their skills, but the most popular ones are the warriors standing on wooden platforms, openly seeking challenges.
Even the shooting range where archery was demonstrated did not have so many spectators. Often, confident young men would climb up to the platform and be kicked down after a few rounds.
Lynch could see that the man on the stage did have some skills. He was probably a retired veteran who didn't want to be a mercenary or a servant, so he had to come to the streets to sell force.
A loud drumbeat sounded from behind Lynch, and the bagpiper's playing belatedly responded. A parade band passed by the center of the street. If you only look at their brilliance, it is easy to ignore the ragged beggar.
Beggars were always trying to stretch out their dirty hands to passers-by. Every time they passed by roast chickens and baked pies, Lynch had the illusion that their eyes seemed to emit a hungry green light.
The aroma of barbecue and the stench of feces are mixed together. The saddest thing is the children who can be seen everywhere in Middenheim, eyeing the wallets of passers-by.
There were as many armed robbers as pickpockets, and after only half an hour, the morning city walls were hung with criminals.
Simply beating and hanging them up for public display could not scare them; they were not as shameless as the missionaries. Even the preachers of Mermitia knew to restrain themselves after being severely beaten.
The most basic peace can only be maintained by the guards' constant patrols, but even so, people are often robbed and their belongings are stolen.
Women with heavy makeup waved to the street from behind their dilapidated doors, twisting their lower bodies and blowing kisses to passers-by, trying to start work in the morning.
This is Middenheim, the ancient, unfailing city of faith.
(End of this chapter)
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