Chapter 253 Winter is Coming
According to the plan, the Chaos Lord of Khorne should have gone to Kislev by now. Although thousands of Chaos Warriors could threaten the survival of Kislev, mortals were capable of resolving the invasion and might even unite again because of it.
The Mirror God has already arranged a "hero". After the deadly battle between the vampires and the army of Chaos, its followers will reveal the true identity of the bloody Catherine in an absolutely positive image. After assassinating Catherine, they will sit on the throne in response to the ignorant calls of mortals.
Its cult will then take over an entire kingdom.
But now, the passing hurricane that the great demon could still control has turned into an uncontrollable storm of destruction.
"They are coming! Run! Ivan! Run! Tell Levichboye! Invasion from the north!"
On the ice field, two Ugor riders wearing thick woolen coats separated from each other. The older Ugor man kept urging the panicked young rider to drive Ivan's horse to the south leading to the Zoshenk Fortress.
He rode his horse around the south and headed slowly to the northeast. Legend has it that hidden dwarves live in the north of the troll kingdom. He now has the opportunity to verify this hypothesis if he can reach the Norse Mountains alive.
The experienced rider looked back from time to time and once again deliberately circled in the snowfield. This provocative move successfully attracted the attention of the wolves.
The heavy snow stood between the hunters and their prey, and the echoing howls of three or five wolves allowed the Wugor people to determine the location of the wolves.
The lingering rider was obviously a better hunting target. The howling of the wolves gradually approached, and at a certain moment, the ice field fell into an eerie silence.
The horse beneath Peter neighed uneasily, reminding his old partner.
Peter gently patted Maria, the prairie horse who grew up with him. Maria understood the purpose of humans and ran away from the wolves at an unprecedented speed.
Peter must lead away the snow wolf that is chasing him closely, otherwise no one can survive the hunt of the Chaos War Mastiff.
When the Chaos War Mastiff, as strong as a winter bear, appeared in the sight of the Kislevites, Peter almost lost his courage. He was going to die, just like the other ten Ugor riders who were traveling with him.
Peter felt regretful and thought that maybe he should trick the inexperienced Ivan into acting as bait.
But Ivan's horse was not overworked, and he was the rider most likely to escape.
It was too late to regret now. The Ugor rider controlled his horse while cursing loudly at the chaotic beast behind him, using obscene words to encourage the insignificant courage in his heart.
The long wolf howls made the early morning sunlight even more harsh, as if the scorching Daha couldn't bear to watch another rider about to die in the wolf's mouth.
The curses of his companions were carried away by the cold wind. Ivan did not dare to look back. He kept urging his best friend to run towards the settlement of the Ugor people in the troll kingdom.
The whistling cold wind was sharper than a dagger. Ivan had to wrap himself tightly in his thick fur and pray in fear to the ground under the horse's feet.
"Kislev is here. Kislev is the motherland . Kislev is Ersun. Kislevites must defend the motherland and protect Ersun! For the motherland!"
The humble murmurs turned into shouts in fear, the human roars were blown away by the cold wind, and the wolf howls eventually faded away.
Ivan couldn't help missing the old hunter Peter and the rich and prosperous Erengrad that Peter talked about.
There should be no winter wolves in the city, and the Kislevites in the city can sit by the warm stove and drink strong liquor instead of having to flee for their lives on the northern ice fields.
But Kislev has only three great cities, and most Kislevites have to face the threats in the wilderness.
As a member of the Ugor tribe who grew up in the wilderness, Ivan had never been to that great city. In fact, he had never even been to Prager. The former trading city of the tribesmen was destroyed in the "Great Holy War" and is still being rebuilt.
The old riders who returned from Praag kept silent about the place. Ivan could only vaguely guess that Praag was no longer suitable for living people, just like the cracked glacier he had just passed by. There seemed to be other living things in it, and they were definitely not humans.
Could it be that Sister Ostankia in the Duklis Forest noticed Ivan's busy life?
Ivan prayed in a low voice to the "Bear God" Ersun, asking his motherland to bless him to reach the village. He must pass the news to the ears of the lords.
Humans and horses rushed into the shadows of the forest. The white snow forest blocked the ice field behind Ivan. The tall winter pines seemed to stand in the north of Ersun. This was the limit of Ivan's poor imagination.
The most magnificent building he had ever seen was the Temple of Ersun in the village. It was as tall as an ancient pine tree, taller than the cypress tree Ivan had just passed.
In his numb fantasy, the Ugor people were far away from danger. At noon, the Ersun Temple, as tall as a tree, appeared at the end of Ivan's sight.
"Kazaka invasion!"
Ivan almost didn't recognize his own voice, it was hoarse and didn't sound like a human voice.
Ivan continued running south along the snowy path between the low wooden houses without stopping in the village.
According to tradition, upon discovering a Chaos invasion, Ugol scouts must report all the way south until their men and horses are exhausted and unable to make even the faintest cry.
Ivan shouted ten times in a row before running out of the village. He saw the village riders hurriedly mounting their horses. Every Ugor rider has the obligation to continue the tradition, which is the root of the motherland's survival.
The crying of babies and the anxious conversations of people gradually faded away, and the Ugol people once again broke into the wilderness. Ivan took out his water bag, moistened his throat a little, and continued his mission.
Ivan swept through village after village, and the invasion reports disturbed the peace of the Western States. More and more Ugor riders scattered southward to convey the terrible facts to the boyars.
Chaos is coming!
Ivan rushed into the steppe. The winter blizzards covered the fertility of the earth. This was once the warmest pasture in Kislev.
At Ivan's call, the alarm bells of settlements were sounded, and hunters and woodcutters took up arms.
Every man in Kislev is a soldier if he can bear arms.
The settlement of Mirkavala appeared in front of Ivan. It was the current base of the Daha sect and had always been a holy place for the Sun God Cult.
The temple at Daha contains a real eternal flame, which is said to have gone out during the Great Jihad.
Of course, the Chaos army was ultimately unable to lay hands on Mirkavala.
The priests of Daha were not recognized by Boye. Ivan was unaware of the intrigues among the lords, so he reported them all equally.
Mirkavala's Winged Hussars passed by Ivan, and the knights opened the road. After Ivan left the settlement, they stayed behind and escorted the lone rider towards the settlements.
(End of this chapter)
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