Chapter 333: Mordheim Blitzkrieg At
dusk, on the border between Stirling and Ostermark, Nok impatiently urged his companions to get to the garrison point as soon as possible.
Although every general believed that the vampires would most likely adopt a defensive strategy, as in the past, relying on Sylvania's geographical advantages to repel the imperial army.
But they always have to guard against accidents, accidents that are almost impossible to happen.
What if the leader of the vampires is a madman who launches an attack on the neighboring province regardless of the consequences? If innocent civilians of the empire are harmed, each of them has reason to be held accountable.
The old knight Glens, who was traveling with them, ignored Nok's urging with a smile and continued to tell the other newly promoted inner circle the story of how he followed Emperor Magnus to purify Mordheim.
Sigma! Nok has heard this boring story hundreds of times. He has been tortured by the stories of old Glens since he joined the Knights.
Across the Styr River is Mordheim, which was once the fortress of the Order of the Raven and later became one of the largest cities in the empire and the capital of the province of Ostermark.
Even in 1707 of the Imperial Calendar, the great "waagh" launched by the orc warlord Gorbad Ironclaw did not affect it.
Because the green tide turned and attacked Averheim.
Apparently, the gods always like to watch some dramas of decadence. According to the stories Nok knew, this once great city quickly fell into depravity in a short period of time, and eventually aroused the wrath of Sigmar - a double-tailed comet destroyed the entire city.
Nok believed the rumor for the time being because there was no more reliable explanation.
It has since become a dead city, a ruin filled with warpstone fragments, explored only by greedy monsters.
Countless Templars have attempted to purify Mordheim, but all have ended in failure.
It was not until after the "Great Crusade" that Emperor Magnus led Nok's predecessors to Mordheim.
His Majesty seemed to be an invincible incarnation of God. At least Nok had never heard of any rumors of his failure.
As with every miraculous victory before him, Sire Magnus vanquished the Chaos and Impurities that lurked within the city and burned the ruins to the ground.
Mordheim was probably safe now, if old Gruns's stories were true.
Ostermark's legion was stationed in the city of Essen near Modheim. Now all that was needed was for the Black Griffin Knights to arrive one by one and discuss with the Empire's generals how to launch Sylvania's northern offensive.
The southwest wall of the abandoned city has emerged in Nok's eyes. The rotten and dilapidated wall is just like the city, extremely decadent.
The urban area behind the wall was called the "Death's Head" area in the distant past. It was not an auspicious place when the city was still "normal".
Temples to Morr are everywhere here, as the Death's Head district features a plaza where criminals are beheaded.
Glens said that twenty years ago this place was filled with the ghosts of death row prisoners, and it was very difficult for the dead to rest in peace in Modheim, perhaps because the night when the comet descended was too noisy.
The moat had long dried up, and a faint green light was emanating from the dark river valley, a greasy, dazzling green.
Nok would rather deal with the elves in the forest than be associated with such green.
If he doesn't want to go a long way, he'd better try to accept different colors.
Fortunately, they didn't have to go around to the main gate of the city, they just had to walk inward along the gap in the city wall.
If you are lucky, you may even meet a few blind undead spirits who can calm the restlessness of the magic sword.
Obviously, Nok has always had good luck.
Dusk faded unusually quickly in Mordheim. Previously, there was still afterglow to illuminate the way forward for the knights, but now there was only empty darkness.
They skillfully raised torches and continued to ride their mounts deeper into the rumored terrifying land, preparing to cross the city before midnight.
As they passed through the alleys surrounding the prison and turned a corner and came across a row of pale skeletons in the darkness, old Glenns's narration came to an abrupt end.
Because he had promised solemnly before that all the undead here had been purified by him.
Nok grinned and turned his head to show his sneer to the old knight, but his chainmail mask concealed his sneer.
No knight would care about a small group of skeletons. They were all wearing armor and riding mounts. With their firm belief in Sigmar, they were confident that they would chop the skeletons until their hands were sore.
The blade of the Black Griffin is specially made to restrain evil spirits and demons. This is what the dwarf craftsmen said, and every human can unconditionally trust the dwarf's guarantee on forging.
A mere hundred or so undead were certainly no match for the knights. The ten inner circle knights and their half-griffin or griffin companions easily defeated the unclean creatures.
But when Nok was about to take off for reconnaissance, he was only halfway through his flight when he suddenly fell down with the griffin.
What did he see? Why were there a large number of unidentified objects moving in the green-lit inner city?
It was like finding ants eating sweets, so dense that it was disgusting.
Even if Nok didn't see clearly what they were, he could guess that the undead had visited the city.
The undead's tireless habits are well known to humans. When it comes to guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg tactics, the undead are experts.
Of course, if an unrealistic onslaught leads to Sylvania being completely wiped out by humans, it would be better to hold on to Sylvania and use the swamps and castles within the province to ambush human armies.
If there wasn't an anxious commander, Vlad would have done that. It was not difficult to show weakness for the time being. Defense is always easier than attack.
At least Vlad would not consider attacking before the important nodes fell, but now he couldn't do that. Nagash asked him to reach Kislev within ten days and occupy the entire Ostermark.
This is a simple task, which can be accomplished by planting flags all over the land of Ostermark. Of course, humans cannot blame Vlad if they take back the land later, because Nagash only asked for "occupation", and ruling is far more difficult than occupying.
If Vlad just wanted to occupy, he wouldn't even have to engage in battle with the human legions.
Maybe Tigris has gone mad. Has the capital of Ostermark, Beckhaven, fallen?
What was the Empire's army for? Even if they stood there, they couldn't have lost the provincial capital overnight.
Who are they fighting? Undead or greenskins? Even if it's ten bloodthirsty monsters, it should take time! The Archmage's urgent contact disrupted Lynch's hunting plan. He had to go south immediately to see who the enemy of the Empire was. Even if the end came, it would not be possible for a major city of the Empire to fall overnight.
Everything is going as planned.
Hotar seized the opportunity and in a few breaths gathered the wind of magic to escape from Praag.
If the other party knew that it was Nagash who was driven to resurrect, that idiot would definitely maximize the danger of Hotar.
But the reptile was just a reckless man, as stupid as the bloodthirsty devil. It was just a sharp double-edged sword, and Hotar had used countless similar blades.
The eerie crow's laughter echoed in the sky and disappeared in the changes of the world.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the ocean along with the torrent of magic. It returned to the old place and picked up the book that changed its destiny.
(End of this chapter)
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