Chapter 174: Elegy of Hope
The White Dove does not go directly to Lustria. The caravan needs to go to Lothern to rest first and then trade with the high elves.
Eugen was not in a hurry, there was no time to rush anyway.
There are more and more ships traveling on the sea, including Asur fishing boats, dwarven ironclad ships, and large sailing ships from various human countries.
They were heading to Lothern, the largest port city in the world.
Old World, Empire, Ostermark, near Beckport, in a small village near the Rick River.
Old Barry looked at the sumptuous meal on the old wooden table and his grandson who was eating with relish, and he smiled gently.
This is extremely rare. Barry, the "Undead Killer", is a Mor worshiper. Everyone in the village knows that he is famous for his seriousness in Ostermark.
Old Barry recalled the divine revelation of the "Gatekeeper" and symbolically ate a little bit of the meal, leaving more meat for his descendants.
He has already arranged the future for little Tori. He has greeted his old buddies in the Ostermark Black Guard Great Swordsmen. Tori will also be a loyal Mor Black Guard in the future.
There were many male voices talking outside the house, and the remote courtyard became unusually lively.
"Barry! Old man, I didn't expect you to live in such poverty. During the Vampire War, I thought you were a noble!"
A robust old man rushed into the room with a hearty laugh and found a seat for himself without any hesitation.
Looking at the Baron beside him, Barry recalled the new soldier during the Vampire War.
The young man was so scared at the time that he almost deserted when he faced a vampire for the first time. Unexpectedly, he would become the well-known "Death Scythe" Ryan today.
More guests stopped in the yard. Hundreds of fully armed warriors frightened the villagers. They hid in their houses and prayed to Tal, the god of the wilderness, for fear that these warriors would become bandits.
At the same time, more people cast their puzzled eyes in the direction of Barry's house.
Old Barry can barely lift his sword anymore, and there haven't been any visitors in nearly ten years, so today is strange.
Barry did not reveal his empty wallet to his comrades.
If he spoke up, he would certainly get the baron's full support.
He is poor, but he also has his own persistence.
Let's finish the last leg of the journey with dignity! We can feel proud when we reach More's garden.
After Tori finished all the food, old Barry stood up and said goodbye calmly and seriously as he did in the past.
Tori didn't cry or show any cowardice. Old Barry taught him to be brave and strong.
The old man, along with another older man who looked younger, walked out of the decaying wooden house and greeted the young people.
More than a hundred Black Guard swordsmen all saluted the two old champions with strict etiquette.
Only the most outstanding recruits have the opportunity to join this special legion, and only three in ten of them can survive the rigorous training.
They took off their black plate armor, and only a few wore half-body armor that they had purchased themselves, while most people only wore leather armor.
Because the equipment of the Black Swordsmen belonged to the Elector, they had no right to take the Elector's property to fight a war that would lead to their death.
There are a few Morr priests mixed in with the greatswords, who are necessary members to conquer the undead.
Old Barry and Ryan led the warriors out of the village, and the priest began to chant the elegy of hope from "Crow's Lament".
"We mourn for those warriors, whether their talent was stolen or earned.
They are full of hope and fight for their dreams.
But I didn’t know that I was born in darkness.”
The priest's ethereal voice echoed in the wooden houses, and the solemn atmosphere seemed to be witnessing a funeral.
A little girl opened the window, looked at the old man walking away, and called out in confusion:
"Grandpa Barry! Where are you going?"
"Moir is calling me! I will go to the sea, to deal with the dead in the sea! Let those who don't want to sleep sleep forever."
The vigorous old man responded to the children in the village as he did in the past.
"You can't even push that stone."
The little girl, who was about to continue asking questions, was covered with her mouth by the adult and carried deep into the hut.
There were fewer prying eyes, and all the villagers knew that they were a group of lunatics who were seeking death.
Old Barry is really stubborn. Wouldn’t it be nice for him to live the last ten years of his life in peace in the village?
Even though they were far away from the ocean, these villagers had heard horror stories about the ocean from traveling merchants.
All sailors must be careful at all times and keep their ships filled with lights at night, otherwise the ghosts in the darkness will strangle them and bring their souls to the legendary "Earl of the Sea".
The vast ocean is a cemetery for buried ships.
Count Noctis returned to the castle, but he didn't expect that the end point of the storm was at the ship cemetery.
It has to go all out.
The Bloody Predator once again reached the gloomy castle. The Earl stood on the top of the castle, overlooking the various parties fighting in the distance.
The high elves actually also want to plot against the treasure in the storm. This is a tough opponent. If Asur gives his all, he is enough to dominate all parties.
Before they got close to the vampire fleet, they inexplicably adopted a hostile stance of martial law, and the wizard towers on all the warships lit up.
Of course, the count would not ignore Asur's provocative gesture. He would let these arrogant pointed ears know that the undead are the masters of the sea.
It is time to negotiate with the Skaven, who will need additional strength to weaken the Asur fleet.
The dark elves are also good allies. I hope that Lord Kraken will not expose the bond of interest between them.
Under the vast sea.
Capeu took a deep look at the half-sunken sailboat in the center of the storm, and without hesitation changed direction, rushing towards the ant-like group of warships outside the waterspout.
The ancient behemoth floated up with the sea water, but various forces showed their magical powers and eliminated the adverse effects brought by the huge waves.
But the spellcaster could not stop a raging sea beast.
Below the Asur fleet, hundreds of sea dragon beasts fled one after another. Under the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party, which was engaged in a local battle with Asur, many sea dragons and sirens were wandering around the battlefield, their souls threatening to disappear.
The elves were only affected by the aftermath; the real victims were the daring Norscan longships.
The Norscans followed their gods too close to the storm.
A bloody mouth broke out of the water, bringing with it sea water that seemed to reach the sky, and swallowed dozens of longboats.
Thousands of barbarians died in the abyss, but Capeu also attracted the attention of another ancient creature.
A storm broke through the turbulent sea water and crashed into the island-like monster.
The lightning struck Capeu's scales, which were covered with irregular patterns, but did not hurt it at all.
But the lightning was only the aftermath of the wrath of the God of Mountains. A huge hammer as tall as a dwarf city wall, with lightning wrapped around it, struck the side of the sea monster hard.
(End of this chapter)
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