Chapter 264 Lone Wolf
Kislev will not ask for help from the Empire until the last moment.
Even if they wanted to ask for help, they had to go to the emperor, not the electors.
Vladimir really needs to take action against the Tsar. Tomorrow, every citizen of Kislev will know that the Tsar is a vampire.
The lack of evidence means that the truth can only become a rumor, but it is better than having no truth at all.
The support of Grandma Ostankia ensures that the Griffin Legion will not be defeated easily. Although vampires are terrible, they are afraid of divine power and are very vulnerable in the sunlight and will also be weakened by contact with water.
They can't deal with certain plants, and silver is the nemesis of vampires.
Every vampire will randomly gain one or several weaknesses, or even develop new weaknesses. The more powerful the vampire is, the more ways they can deal with the weaknesses. However, even the original vampire kings cannot stand in the sun without any cover.
According to ancient legends, these weaknesses all come from the curse of Nagash, the Supreme Lord of the Dead.
Rumor has it that the vampires are doomed to be unable to defeat the spawn of Sigmar, a final curse bestowed upon them by Nagash.
In the mythology of the Empire, in the battle between Emperor Sigmar and Nagash, the vampires were afraid of Sigmar's divine power and dared not move forward. After his defeat, Nagash cursed these cowards.
The Hager witches will find the weaknesses of the Tsar and his colleagues, and after that, as long as they do not lose their courage, even inexperienced recruits will have a chance to kill the powerful vampires.
Vladimir's only worry is that he won't be able to defeat the Tsar quickly. Once Kislev falls into a protracted civil war, the crazy vampires will use any means necessary to drag this overwhelmed kingdom into the abyss.
"Some merchant ships spotted Skellyn's longships in the Claw Sea. They seem to be raiding the coast again."
"There has been some movement among the greenskins in the southern mountains. Carcassonne should be prepared to resist the invasion."
"The cursed Red Duke of Aquitaine is showing signs of recovery, Your Majesty, we need the assistance of the Fairy of the Lake."
"We should launch a chivalrous expedition! Defeating the enemy first will allow the world to recognize Bretonnia's might once again!"
The nobles were discussing in the royal court of Cologne. King Gaston was observing the sand table tiredly. Although he seemed calm on the surface, he was actually confused by the bad news.
But the king cannot be confused! Perhaps he should take this opportunity to intervene in the island of Albion, establish contact with the high elves, and conclude a peace treaty with the empire.
This way, at least we don't have to worry about conflicts on the border with the empire, and can focus entirely on the non-human enemies.
"The white moon is almost gone. We will discuss this tomorrow. Sirs, may the Lady of the Lake bless Bretonnia."
"May the Lady bless you, Your Majesty."
The cold wind was still as sharp as the howling of the dead. There were no more living Norscans in Björlin. The pirates looked at the butcher in the blood from afar in fear and carried out the reward.
The dwarf Sorian excitedly hugged the pearl and picked up the box full of gold coins. He even wanted to count the gold coins in person, but Eugen stopped the irrational dwarf.
The suspended pyramid was gradually approaching the Lizardmen. If they didn't catch up with the Lizardmen, they would be abandoned in the freezing cold.
"By the Lord Grimnir! Our wealth is almost greater than that of a dwarf king!"
"But it won't work here, Sorian, er, sir."
Eugen wisely did not call the dwarf "little gentleman". He could joke with humans, but the unique ideas of the ancient race would turn jokes into tragedy.
"I can feel their power. My ancestors are blessing me! They are also useful here. You lack the blood of the ancient race, Eugen. I can understand and forgive your stupidity. Humans are always like this."
The long-bearded dwarf grinned, and Eugen could even see with the help of the light that half of the dwarf's front teeth were eaten away by insects.
He could see the dwarf's sincerity. There was no hint of disparagement in his straightforward tone, but this made the dwarf's words more damaging.
No one wants to admit that he is a fool, but Eugen can't beat him. The rational oracle gave up the discussion and just hurried towards the pyramid.
The footprints of the mortals fell in the thick snow. The steam from Eugen's body drove away the cold, but when another gust of wind blew, he subconsciously shrank, causing Sorian to laugh exaggeratedly. The dwarf was extremely annoying at this time.
Eugen held the strange-looking "flashlight" tightly in his hand. The small strip brought endless warmth to humans, at least enough to resist the severe cold of the Norse Peninsula.
He saw Lynch climb the steps of the suspended pyramid, smearing blood on the light blue tower.
The humans were unsure whether the Lizardmen would abandon their two companions who would not have time to return, so they quickened their pace and returned to the floating pyramid before the dwarves.
Fortunately, the lizardman still cared about his companions, and the dwarf was not abandoned on the ice field in the end if he had such feelings.
Eugen once doubted Lynch's identity, which is a legend not recorded in the records.
But the performance of the Lizardmen made it difficult for Eugen to associate them with foreign visitors. Of course, maybe there was an unlucky guy who turned into a cold-blooded species, fighting a series of enemies such as ratmen, undead, greenskins, demons, dark elves, human pirates, etc. in Lustria for thousands of years, surviving millions or even tens of millions of local conflicts or large-scale conflicts.
It is almost impossible for foreign visitors to survive the fierce and frequent struggles in Lustria.
There are no good days there. The Lizardmen on the front line have to risk their lives every day. It would be better for them to garrison in Changyuan in the Far East. The chaotic tribes on the prairie will not attack Changyuan dozens of times a day.
What's more, the defenders don't have to engage in hand-to-hand combat most of the time, while the Lizardmen have to face various accidents and sudden powerful enemies every day.
Eugen did not think any stranger could survive Lustria.
Even if he really had fellow countrymen, he would not be himself anymore. A war is enough to change a person, let alone years of almost non-stop fighting.
As if aware of something, the lizardman cast a cruel and ruthless gaze at Eugen. Eugen shuddered suddenly in shock and subconsciously gave a polite smile.
A huge force came from behind Eugen and pushed Eugen into the pyramid.
"What are you doing standing here like an idiot? Maybe you need a spouse? You haven't been concentrating very well, my friend. Do you have a woman you like? Do you miss her? Hahaha, this is not something to be shy about!"
Sorian carefully placed the heavy wooden box on the ground, saying something so ridiculous that Eugen wanted to beat him up. He had spent thirty years alone, two lifetimes combined.
"It's a romantic story. A young man bids farewell to his lover and travels across the ocean. After an epic adventure, he is alone in a foreign country missing his hometown and his lover, if he has one."
Tigris, who was resting on the upper level of the pyramid, spoke in a cold tone, which was the last straw that broke Eugen's heart.
(End of this chapter)
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