Chapter 261: Theft by the Internal Guard
In the Eastern State, the reconstruction of Prager encountered many obstacles, but the brave Vladimir Boha overcame all the difficulties, and the warriors of the Griffin Legion rebuilt their homeland with courage and enthusiasm that was no less than Vladimir's.
The greenskins who attacked from the World's Edge Mountains were defeated by the warriors, and the scattered Norsemen failed to capture the fortress on the border of Kislev again.
The witch in the forest unexpectedly provides help, and the cursed city is barely brought back to life.
Praag stood up again and once again became Kislev's bastion against northern invasion, although most of Praag's residents had to offer sacrifices to the evil gods in exchange for the right to live there.
The invasion of the Everchosen has brought irreparable damage to the city, and not even the power of the Ancient Widow can stop the houses from howling and weeping at night.
Dark clouds have always shrouded the city, which are the last echoes of the death of "Sun Eater" Korek. In the past month, it has inexplicably begun to dissipate, allowing more sunlight to fall into the city.
Every evening when dusk falls, people can always hear the echoes of the "Great Holy War" twenty years ago.
No matter how severe the corruption of Chaos is, Vladimir is confident that he can change it for the better.
If nothing unexpected happens.
Scouts from the south brought the Tsar's order. Although the Griffin Legion had long since separated from the kingdom's political system, according to the oaths of successive legion commanders, once the Tsar gave an order, they had to obey it decisively. This was the honor passed down from generation to generation in the legion.
"Her Majesty Katrin has issued an order! The Griffin Legion will immediately go to the Western States to quell the rebellion!"
"Suppressing bandits? I don't think there are bandits in Kislev. Are there greenskin tribes in the Western States? Or are they beastmen? Hey, Your Majesty is really humorous."
"You want to disobey the orders of His Majesty the Tsar? With all due respect, brave Boha, this is not a wise choice."
"No, the Griffin Legion is always loyal to Kislev, but I must find out who the rebels are. Are they the Norscans who came south from the north? If so, the Griffin Legion is always ready."
"The Daha sect has been rebelling for several months. Could it be that Vladimir, the Claw of Ursun, has not received any news yet?"
"Haha~ My brother, since I was ordered to rebuild Prager, I have stopped paying attention to what is happening outside. How could the Daha sect rebel? Did Daha betray the Tsar?"
"That's enough! Vladimir Boha! Perhaps you have lost the loyalty of your father. His Majesty the Tsar only wants results. You must resolve the rebellion in the Western States within a month."
"But I have never seen the Tsar's messenger, so how can I know the order?"
The young Kislev man looked at the messenger meaningfully, his cold eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.
The sword flashed, and the face of the visitor from Kislev was forever frozen in astonishment and fear.
There were several inhuman roars and the shouts of the Griffin Legion warriors outside the house.
It didn't take long before all the secret agents who came with the messenger were eliminated.
The secret police hiding deeper in the forest tried to disguise themselves as civilian passers-by, but these vampires could not escape the sight of the old woman in the forest.
The old witch easily picked out the vampires with evil intentions. All of them were pierced through the body with wooden spikes and dragged to the city wall, waiting to be exposed to the sun. They would die in the sunlight that Daha brought down at dawn.
The Prager garrison had captured some vampires, and as for the Tsar's messenger? Perhaps he had been drained of blood by vampires on the way, but he had failed to accomplish his mission.
If the evil villain in Kislev really dared to tear his face off, Vladimir would lead his army directly south to Kislev and unite with the Thor and Ursun sects to overthrow her.
This is bound to happen, just not now.
Since learning the truth, Boha has been ready to start an army. He wants to support the former Tsar's youngest son to ascend the throne, if the other party is still a human being.
At only nineteen years old, Boha is already able to kill griffins, so he is not afraid of the vampire on the throne.
But the Griffin Legion alone cannot overthrow evil, he needs help, at least to gather a legion strong enough to destroy the Tsar in one fell swoop, otherwise Kislev will fall into endless civil war and completely disintegrate.
Thor's priests have already responded. The attitude of the Ursun Cult is still unclear, but several high-ranking priests have expressed implicit sympathy for the descendants of their former comrades. Perhaps when they know the true identity of the Tsar, they will completely side with Boha.
The fire keepers of the Daha religion were equally sympathetic to Boha, but Vladimir never thought of his life experience as miserable.
Vladimir was born on the day his father died, in Kislev, which was besieged by the armies of Chaos.
His father was a hero of Kislev, and Vladimir wanted to be like his father, and if he could have an heir, he wanted his children to be the same.
"I'm sorry, kid, but we have to do this. It's the only way to get Kislev back on track and make the blood-red Boha appear ahead of time."
The two vampire warriors quietly sneaked into the residence of the prince who was imprisoned by the tsarina. They did not encounter any obstacles because the apparent defenders here, Kreml guard captain Ilya and deputy captain Loban, were their names in this life.
After many days of hibernation and humiliating plunge into darkness, the reward finally came today.
According to the news from their fellow countrymen in Prague, Boris Boha's father was already capable of great use, so these foreign visitors naturally had no reason to endure it.
The prince's death happened in a moment. In order to prevent the bloody Catherine from using the body, the two defected vampire warriors took the body and escaped from Kislev while the Tsar was unable to react.
No Bjöllinger escaped Lynch's clutches, but this was just the beginning.
Lynch decisively went deep into the land, looking for the next Bjorlin settlement, ready to kill all the individuals of the Chaos Tribe.
The explosions caused by the lizardmen's actions were a harbinger of impending destruction. Villages were razed to the ground and the pale snowfields were stained with blood.
The Norse chieftain hurried over, bringing the Chaos Warriors with him, full of confidence and hatred, and blocked Lynch's way.
If it were sixty Chosen Ones and nearly a thousand Chaos Warriors, Lynch would have to spend some time to deal with them, but after all, these were only sixty Chaos Warriors with more than a thousand pillager soldiers.
Even the chieftain at the head was only a lightly blessed Chaos Warrior Champion.
The lizard man holding a glowing silver-grey scepter was like a demon under the night sky. With a slight whistle, the lizard man appeared in front of the chieftain in an instant. The Chaos Warriors could only barely see the lizard man raising his hand, and the chieftain's body was torn into pieces in the next moment.
Sometimes even Lin Qi himself can't react in time, let alone these mortals? (End of this chapter)
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