Chapter 450 Raid
The Oracle was shocked again. He hadn't seen such an idiot for a long time.
No matter how bad he is, Lanold is still a righteous god.
Eugen's eyes wandered around the tavern, and sure enough, a few drinkers who were not outstanding in appearance frowned slightly.
He knew that "Lanod" was the human god of merchants and thieves, two professions that were often interchangeable.
In the imperial towns that Eugen had visited, Lanold ruled the underground, and violent extortion like now was not common, and Lanold's underground followers preferred fancy shows and premeditated crimes.
If I'm not mistaken, some of the merchants in the tavern are members of a certain Lanod thieves organization.
In other places, anyone who dared to blaspheme Lanolde like this would be found lying in an alley with a finger missing shortly after leaving the tavern.
It seems that Lanold does not rule the underground of Middenheim, and the local ruffians do not even know how to fear the god of thieves.
From another perspective, even the big riot during the day did not scare them away, and they still dare to operate as usual today. It is unrealistic to expect them to have any wisdom.
The oracle was so angry that he laughed playfully.
"So, do you know who I am?"
The rhetorical question mixed with a smile made the eyes of the four young men look more dangerous. One of the young men holding a dagger suddenly slammed the dagger on the table. The loud noise caused by the collision made the lively atmosphere in the tavern quiet for a moment.
The tavern owner had stood up from the bar, and he appeared to be holding a crossbow.
"I don't care who you are. Even if you are Graf from Middenheim, you have to give me some temporary accommodation today."
Eugen could guarantee that if the Elector of Middenheim really came here, he would never dare to say such a thing.
The oracle became unsure again. He didn't know whether these four idiots could recognize the Elector of Middenheim. Maybe even a nobleman would be blackmailed by them because they had no idea what a noble looked like.
At some point, Eugen felt that the tavern had become brighter.
He was certain of Lynch's return based on his intuition alone.
But Eugen's big partner doesn't seem to care at all about the exploitation he is facing.
The corner of the oracle's mouth twitched slightly. He estimated that only when a real fight broke out would the lizards come to help.
"Well, sir, I think you have understood." Another young man approached Eugen, and Eugen held the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword if the other dared to take another step forward.
"Give us something, or we guarantee that 'that person' will make you, a fool, disappear forever."
For a moment, Eugen thought that these four young men were Chaos Gods. Apart from Chaos Gods, no one else would dare to blackmail an Ancient Saint Priest in front of Lynch.
It turned out that they were just ordinary people who were daring enough. When the four young men suddenly disappeared, Eugen almost thought they had been possessed by a demon, but he had a more reliable guess: Lynch had returned.
"What did you do?" The oracle lowered his voice and asked the air around him.
"It wasn't me." The cold tone told Eugen that he was not lying.
Lynch didn't understand why Eugen was wasting his time on four ordinary people. If he encountered such a thing, wouldn't he just draw his sword and chop them to death?
Now it is too late even if Eugen wants to take revenge. If he wants to vent his anger, Eugen may have to travel through mountains and rivers to challenge the thing that flashed by in Lynch's perception, if that thing is still alive.
Just now, Lynch almost thought he was attacked by a rat.
No, even a Skaven hit-and-run probably wouldn't be that fast.
In Marienburg, the Holy Son of the Order of the Rose claims that after a dangerous battle, he has seized the chips that will allow the Order to turn the tide.
Everyone witnessed the giant magic circle that the Son of God had just carved, and the participants in the palace even saw with their own eyes the Son of God's claws reaching out into the distance out of thin air.
It certainly looked like that. The mysterious Son of God was rarely tired. He sat in the palace, on his new throne built of gold and silver. His rapid and violent breathing echoed in the ears of every participant.
It seemed that their leader had spent a huge amount of money, and now the Son of God seemed to have lost half his life.
Flattering words were poured out by everyone, and those who could still accompany the Son of God knew his preferences. No matter how magnificent the Son of God's reputation was, it could not change the fact that he was ambitious and liked to suppress those who might pose a threat.
The being on the throne used what could be described as magic to make a false move.
Four iron cages appeared out of thin air and floated in front of the throne.
"All of Teclis' companions are already under my control. All I have to do now is to use their ridiculous friendship to achieve victory." Even though he tried to suppress the joy in his words, he couldn't hide his desire to show off and boast.
It really takes great ability to capture someone in front of the most outstanding wizard of the elves. Perhaps they shouldn't have been so pessimistic before. The Son of God might really have earth-shaking power.
The participant continued to praise devoutly, slowly raised his head, and cast his eyes towards the iron cage with half expectation and half suspicion.
The expected astonishment and disbelief successfully leapt into reality, but they were not shocked by the power of the Son of God.
Perhaps the Holy Son should check it carefully himself instead of making the spoils public.
A smell of urine spread throughout the palace, and a young man trapped in an iron cage had his pants wet.
Looking at the four young men imprisoned in the sky, even the most optimistic person could not laugh.
There is no way that Teclis's companions would be so incompetent. Who doesn't know that elves are superior to humans?
Those members who were already pessimistic were already considering the specific escape routes. Only the ignorant fools were cheering for the Son of God and continued to praise his great power with words.
Working with them is a shame for members who still have the ability to think. They should have discovered the short-sightedness of this group of people and realized that this organization has no future, instead of being bewitched by a living, mindless demigod.
"Who did it? What should we do?" Eugen became serious.
"It has nothing to do with you." Lynch didn't know why a demon risked his life to take four ruffians away from Middenheim.
This behavior was so stupid that Lynch didn't want to care about it. He could just say hello to Rick's army when passing by Aldorf, and they might be able to go to the west to wipe out the half-dead demons.
After thinking for a while, Lynch still didn't understand what it was doing.
A sound of footsteps that was obviously lighter than that of humans came from the stairs. Lynch knew that this was Tigris deliberately showing his presence. The elf could have done all this silently.
"Who attacked us?"
The aggressive elven wizard made everyone in the tavern, who had been silent after witnessing the strange vision, shut their mouths and dared not discuss any more. They thought that the wizard had killed four hooligans from a distance.
(End of this chapter)
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