Chapter 230 Lothern
On the dragon boat, Teclis suddenly left his brother's room in a hurry and found Lynch who was wandering around.
The archmage said that he saw something discordant in the wind of magic, but Lynch didn't feel anything special when he breathed.
Of course, he chose to believe the wizard. After all, Lynch's knowledge of magic was too amateurish.
But it doesn't matter whether Lynch believes it or not, he is just a warrior.
But the lizard man's affirmation brought the great wizard inexplicable psychological comfort.
The wizard returned to his brother. They had been separated for too long and would continue to be separated.
At night, in the Chaos Wasteland, dense crowds of Chaos Warriors followed the footsteps of the Chaos Lord and left this shadow continent.
The burly warriors ate the flesh and blood of monsters raw. Fights often occurred during the march, but any excessive struggle would be stopped by the indifferent Chaos Warriors with death.
Chaos Giants walked slowly on the cracked earth, and Manticores hovered above the team.
This is an army of destruction.
The Blood God's legion came out on top in the Great Game. Perhaps the Chaos Gods had some new ideas, or perhaps the Blood God was dissatisfied with the reduction in warfare.
The Chaos Lord Hagrot the Warbringer left the Far North and came to the Norse Peninsula with blood and fire.
Unlike the Antarctic wasteland, the northern wasteland is adjacent to the mortal countries, and there is no vast ocean to block the terrifying things in the wasteland.
Many Norse warriors long to make a pilgrimage to the true wasteland, to prove themselves in the Great Game of the Gods, and eventually return to their tribe as Chaos Warriors.
Countless Chaos Demons are fighting each other in the Chaos Wasteland, and tens of thousands of conflicts are taking place in the wasteland every day.
Every warrior who survives the conflict is an elite that is unimaginable to mortals.
A Chaos Champion, marked with the Mark of Unrest, plays with a magical sword looted from Tzeentch's fortress.
Although the power of magic is weak and powerless, equipment containing magic can still provide assistance to the Blood God Warriors.
But that’s all.
Recalling the order of the Blood God's messenger, Hagrot came to the Norse Peninsula. As soon as he arrived at the ice field, the surrender of the Eslin and Wager tribes was sent to the champion.
Hagrot accepted the Norscans with approval. It seemed that the Blood God really gave the order to invade, and even these weak tribes received the order.
On the Invisible Island, shrill laughter deepened the panic of the night. The Mirror God withdrew his gaze from the northern wasteland, waiting for the ignorant followers of the Blood God to intensify the turmoil in the old world.
Just as before, the followers of Khorne are just a bunch of foolish reckless men!
The vast ocean, a clear noon.
The sea and the sky reflected each other with a deep blue. Lynch saw more and more ships, and merchant ships of various colors were scattered across the horizon.
They were all heading towards the same goal, and from time to time large ships came from their destinations and sailed in all directions.
Lynch saw Asur's brand new warship, but it was more like a ceremonial ship. The national flags of the nations of Ulthuan were flying on the dragon ship, the emblems of the elven gods were hanging high between the masts, and the emblem of the ancient saints also appeared among them.
The dragon ships were quietly waiting for something, while the dwarven steamships and human wind-powered sailboats were traveling back and forth in this sea area with full cargoes.
The clumsy, barrel-like human freighters stumbled toward Lothern like devout pilgrims, moving unobtrusively in the shadows of the mighty warships of the elves and dwarves.
Countless ships filled the sea. Even the population of a city might not exceed the number of ships Lynch saw.
The ceremonial dragon boat had noticed the mighty Asur fleet, but perhaps out of some kind of courtesy, it had not responded until now.
The crude human merchant ships hastily gave way, and even the dwarven merchant ships were kindly persuaded to leave the fleet's return route.
Giant eagles carrying elven diplomats in gorgeous robes landed on noteworthy merchant ships, conveying the decree of the Phoenix Court and simple but practical compensation.
In order to celebrate the High Elves' great victory at sea and the return of the ocean-going army, Lothern will reduce the customs tax rate for a limited time.
A piece of news that was difficult to verify spread like wildfire and spread to all the cargo ships passing by.
The Dread Fleet disappeared! Human merchants praised the wisdom of the elven rulers in broken elven language, and whether they were sincere or not, the slick merchants made Asur get the plaudits he deserved.
The dwarves cursed the elves' shamelessness and tyranny, but still gave up the channel for the sake of gold.
Ships from all over the world approached each other, discussing enthusiastically the changes in the vast ocean.
At the same time, he looked at the returning Asur fleet with curiosity and fear.
The elves' ceremonial ships welcomed the returning warriors, and the terrible wounds on the dragon and eagle ships made all witnesses understand the cruelty of the war.
Led by the ceremonial ship, the powerful fleet approached Lothern.
On the horizon, tall towers appeared before Lynch's eyes one after another, like the masts of a giant ship.
Tall, thin towers were surrounded by slender spires and swirling spires, with the flag of Lothern flying from the spires, and countless flags of various styles testified to the grandeur of the city.
This is a city of a thousand towers! The Lothern Sea Guards stood on the city walls along the coast, each soldier keeping a strictly symmetrical distance, and the soldiers filled the city walls.
The slow and solemn war drums sounded in unison, and the thunderous echo reminded Lynch of the war at sea.
The sound of drums guided the fleet's progress. More giant eagles flew out and landed on foreign merchant ships. The elven navigators guided the merchant ships to lag behind the Asur fleet, pass through the gate a step later, and choose the correct route in the maze-like waterway behind the city wall.
The return of the ocean-going fleets keeps the elven navigators busy, as they must clear the shipping lanes in advance and prevent merchant ships from leaving Lothern at inopportune times.
The elves' gleaming speedboats, along with the dilapidated ocean-going warships from the Old World, Araby, and Cathay, gathered together to see off the Asur fleet's return to port.
After sailing out of the maze of waterways inside Haimen Pass, a wider port appeared in front of Lynch.
There is no seawall, but this is undoubtedly the safest port in the world.
In the center of the harbor, an island-like pedestal holds up a gigantic statue of Aenarion, the sunlight casting a sacred golden glow on it.
It brought to life Aenarion's pride, and a certain bleak loneliness.
The tall statue was leaning against a giant sword. The sword was clearly made of stone, but the flames engraved on the sword strangely gave people the illusion that it was rolling.
"Guardian" Aenario gazed outside the harbor, his eyes passing over the heads of the merchants passing by, and as if by illusion, he collided with Lynch's gaze.
(End of this chapter)
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