Chapter 269:
Lord of the Dead In Ostermark, the ragged "Black Sword" avoided the temple of Morr, bypassed the priests of the gods, and ran towards Sylvania at full speed.
As night fell, the courageous warrior ran into an unexpected visitor.
The descendant of Castain, who was also flying quickly through the woods under the cover of night, stood on a densely leafed tree trunk like an owl and met the descendant of Lamia in the weeds on the ground.
The two vampires confronted each other warily for a moment. Castain, who was wearing a black suit with green edges, took off his gray top hat and greeted his fellow vampires on the ground.
"My dear fellow, sir from afar, you do not look well."
The gentle male voice was strangely restrained in the wind and did not travel too far. It seemed that this Carstein was also afraid of the religious lunatics that were everywhere in the empire.
Although it did not show discrimination, Elijah could feel the other party's hidden arrogance. If it were in the past, he would use his fists to teach this native how to respect others, but now he just ignored it.
"Yes, I think you are from Sylvania. I am on my way to visit His Excellency Count Manfred von Carstein."
The Castine bloodline's figure shook slightly, as if it remembered something terrible. The air was silent for a long time. It was not until Ilya became alert again that it slowly spoke: "I advise you to give up this plan. We are all fleeing outside, fleeing from Sylvania."
Fear appeared on the handsome face of the descendant of Castine, and Elijah's silent heartbeat seemed to sense some kind of repression and began to beat again with difficulty.
He motioned for the vampire from the south to continue, and the vampire was happy to do so, as he needed to share the panic in his heart.
"There is no Count Manfred von Carstein anymore. The one who rules the province of Sylvania now is Vlad von Carstein and it, the one who died at the hands of Sigmar. You should know what I am talking about. Only it can awaken the dead ancestor."
The name Nagash appeared in Elijah's mind. The two descendants looked at each other in silence, and both saw each other's powerlessness and fear.
"Master Manfred is dead?"
"No, when that person returned to our world, the immortal Vlad also returned, and Lord Manfred escaped more decisively than we did."
Elijah was speechless for a moment, but it all made sense.
At the end of the Vampire War started by the Original Vampire, the ring that maintained Vlad's immortality was mysteriously stolen. For hundreds of years, people have suspected that Manfred stole the ring.
After all, Manfred was Vlad's most trusted son, and only he could steal the Blood Ring of Castaing quietly at the critical moment, causing the powerful ancestor to be defeated by the imperials.
Now its actions have confirmed people's suspicions.
Vlad is back, the true king of Sylvania has returned to the world, and this is not good news.
The legendary vampire king alone is enough to threaten the entire empire, not to mention that Nagash is standing beside him.
Nagash is a more imminent threat than Chaos. Once Nagash is restored to his full power, the entire world will become a paradise for the dead.
Its target must be the Black Pyramid of Nehekhara. The Tomb Kings sleeping in the desert will become the most powerful obstacle to Nagash, but its mere existence threatens the creatures of the Old World, and it must be eliminated as soon as possible.
"Magnus the Pious must be informed!"
"We have already done so. In fact, the electors have now gathered in Altdorf and the results will be known soon."
"The Empire is like the Oak of Time, hollowed out from within. Great Gorbad, it is now vulnerable!"
"You are deceiving the mighty Iron Claw! Boss, cut him to death!"
In the badlands, the burly greenskin warlord looked down at the old blind prophet fiercely and raised his battle axe.
Of course, it trusts the little thing it has shared joys and sorrows with for six hundred years more than a human being of unknown origin.
The old man hurriedly used the white crow to avoid the warlord's hacking. He appeared out of thin air on a huge rock, showing weakness to the greenskins again and calming the orcs' fury.
When his lifeless eyes saw the "coward" Fermat, he realized that this was a foreign visitor, and no wonder it possessed knowledge that it should not have.
The old man chuckled and gave another message: "I have offended you, terrible Gorbad, you also have wise men around you.
But it has been too long since it knew the Empire!
Nagash the Immortal has returned, and Carstein's master has returned to the world of the living. Sylvania is the place of turmoil before the storm! The Empire will fall into the shadow of despair brought by the Supreme Death! This is your chance! "
After saying that, the white crow flew over the old man again and took away the demon messenger from afar.
Gorbad Ironclaw's eyes shrank into green beans. The bewildered warlord turned to look at the goblin, hoping to get some inspiration on the general direction.
All its wisdom lies in the battlefield. It is always right to leave this matter to the "coward". Fermat can always find a suitable opponent.
The goblin was stuck in a difficult decision. It seemed that he had to do something against his conscience, although he didn't have much conscience left.
The Empire without Sigmar is no match for Nagash, and they need help.
But the greenskins have never been a force that can be controlled. Wherever the green tide passes, it leaves behind only destruction and death, as well as greenskins fighting for the spoils.
The Empire also could not bear Gorbad's great "waagh"! The greenskins in the Dark Lands, led by another warlord, slaughtered the Chaos Dwarves, and nearly half of the greenskins in the Bad Lands fell to Gorbad.
This is a force that can easily destroy a civilization.
The dwarf cities avoided fighting and dared not confront each other, the ratmen hid underground and dared not show their heads, and the Tomb Kings had millions of soldiers, always alert to any disturbance in the badlands at the border.
A devastating "waagh" would be enough to destroy a great necromancer who had not yet recovered his power, but it would also bring irreparable disaster to the empire.
Now Fermat had to make a choice. This place was several months away from Sylvania. If it went any later, it would probably only see the empire overthrown by the undead.
"Grimgor!"
"Ironhide!"
"Grimgor! Ironhide!"
"waaaaagh!"
Endless greenskins appeared at the end of the horizon. Their earth-shaking roars and war cries shook the peace of the dark land. Even the coldest Chaos Dwarves had their confidence shattered by the name called by the greenskins.
The demon warlocks began an emergency sacrifice, inciting the power of chaos to summon legions of demons.
The tamed goblin slaves looked at their fellow goblins running towards them in the smoke and dust with fear and trepidation. If the warlord had not killed another group of rebels, they would have mutinied on the battlefield.
The hired ogre tribes foolishly rushed towards the green tide, and were instantly swallowed up by the iron torrent of black orc rebels.
A black orc warrior covered in demonic steel armor knocked aside the idiots blocking his way and killed all living things around him with his axe. Amid the horrified fear of the greenskins and chaos dwarves, he created a hell in the real world.
This black orc warlord is the living embodiment of Gogo's brutal will!
After killing its way through the old world, it returned to its "homeland".
This is good news that is enough to make the countries of the Old World breathe a sigh of relief, but it is also a passing natural disaster that can wipe out the Chaos Dwarves.
(End of this chapter)
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