Chapter 392: Fire at the City Gate
Suspicion loomed over every elf. The Swordmaster of Hoeth, who was in charge of inspecting overseas colonies, was like a shark that had smelled blood. After whispering to Teclis about some news about the Demon Cult, he hurriedly left with his soldiers and rushed into the messy streets of humans again.
They do know the whereabouts of some local cults, and now it is time for these humans to contribute. Perhaps they know what their masters are planning.
The fully armed Asur arrogantly pushed the crowd away. Some foreign traders who were dissatisfied with the elves' domineering behavior had their anger extinguished by the sword master and the elves' arrows.
The messenger from the town hall loudly denounced the elves' behavior outside the door and foolishly issued a threat of force.
"This is Kislev! Please tell us what happened. The Erengrad boyars will handle this properly. Stop your actions! Otherwise, the Erengrad Sniper Army will use guns and cannons to claim our sovereignty!"
Envoy Tasis could not help but exchange glances with the busy elven officials, and everyone saw the smiles and mockery in each other's eyes.
It is not natural for humans to be afraid of elves.
They could sit idly by and watch humans engage in the slave trade, or allow the locals to commit crimes, but no elf wanted to live in a city that was about to be invaded by demons.
"When we ruled this city, your ancestors were still playing in the mud in the cave!" The elven war chief who was giving orders coldly revealed the cruel truth to humans.
The local nominal master, Tasis, would certainly not conflict with human officials at will, as that would result in him being held accountable by the Phoenix King, but he was happy to see more straightforward elves make humans suffer so that he would not have to condescend to talk to humans.
But he still had to have necessary communication with these short-sighted, backward and flawed people, which was only slightly better than dealing with dwarves.
"Of course, we respect your sovereignty. You can ask your ruler for a document about the High Elves' declaration of autonomy in Erlengrad, and you will get the answer from it.
Now, go back and report to your lord with peace of mind! The elves will take care of everything. "
Tasis looked down at the middle-aged human who was as thin as a teenager compared to the elf. If it were another elf, he would definitely find the hidden threat in his eyes, but the human only sensed the elf's unquestionable aura.
Of course, Tarsis has the confidence to challenge this city. All it needs is five eagle ships, the elves' wizard corps and enchanted crossbows to make humans suffer and then get away with it.
Lynch looked down at the poor man. The ignorant hot-blooded man was already trembling with fear, but he still insisted on opening his mouth to refute.
Teclis comforted the envoy in a gentle but equally irrefutable tone:
"Just as His Highness Tarsis said, go back. If you need some information to report to the local lord, then I can tell you that our soldiers have discovered the Chaos Cult."
Things are certainly not as simple as Teclis described, but humans are unable to understand information that is too obscure. This is enough for human envoys to get their mission done.
He bowed slightly to the great wizard in gratitude. The wizard nodded and ignored him, continuing to communicate with other scholars.
The envoy no longer insisted and turned around in embarrassment to reunite with his guards. The carriage rushed towards the city hall as hastily as when it came.
No elf cared about their interactions. The elven scholars with degrees from the White Tower of Hoeth discussed in twos and threes and put forward dozens of hypotheses, but no one confirmed them. They were all waiting for the cold-blooded's judgment.
Even though most elves believe that they are the first creation of the Ancient Saints and the legitimate successors of the old gods, they cannot deny the cold-blooded race's in-depth insights into the demon realm, as well as the profound knowledge and heritage of the Ancient Saints they possess.
More and more people gathered to discuss, whether they were elven scholars who happened to be traveling here, or the academic advisors and apprentices of this colony, each elf was trying to glimpse the truth behind the fog in his own way.
This is futile. Lynch does not deny that they are powerful wizards compared to mortals. Any elven scholar, or archmage, or magic swordsman, can be a character that can be recorded in epic stories in the human kingdom, but compared to the "Supreme Warlock", mortal wizards are not even ants.
"Stay alert! Fate is watching here with malicious intent."
The scholars who could understand the Lizardmen language fell silent in unison, and the other scholars also fell into an unspeakable silence while retelling.
They all got the hint, and every member of the ancient race knew who controlled and tampered with fate.
"Sir, what can we do?" An old elven swordsman broke the silence.
"Protect your guide stones, reinforce the anti-chaos magic network, and be wary of magic." Apart from that, they can't do anything else. Lynch doesn't count on them. It would be great if they could clean up the city.
Rikov curiously glanced at the elven soldiers hurrying to and fro on the street. For a moment, he couldn't make up his mind to tell his blood father, and he didn't dare to go out at this time.
Who knows what has suddenly gone mad with the elf?
Perhaps it was the blind gangsters who had offended these long ears, but Rikov didn't care. He wanted to get to night as soon as possible, return to the basement, and use the victim's blood to seek the revelation of the Blood God in order to identify the victim of tonight.
When the elf soldiers on the street hurriedly escorted a group of dusty streetwalkers back along the same route, Rikov couldn't help but gloat over their misfortune.
He recognized several familiar faces among them; they were lackeys of Slannis, the Lord of Pleasure.
It was a rare good thing for the elves. These bitches often secretly made things difficult for the warriors of the Blood Cult. Their existence was a blasphemy to the Blood God.
More importantly, Rickoff is a victim, and they force Rickoff to pray to unknown gods.
The secret giggling and ridicule continued until another group of elven soldiers passed by, dragging three or five strong men with broken legs and chopped off arms.
Rikov saw the "ferocious" Lauren, the warrior who had been praised many times by the Blood Father, but now he was just venting his anger.
He saw Scarface Lev again, the tough guy who had killed eight outsiders in one night and built a skull mount with their heads. He was once Rikov's role model. Now, with his lower body missing, Lev was carried in one hand by a tall elf soldier like a chicken.
Fear and suspicion made Rikov lose his grip on the wine glass. Only when the hardwood cup hit the table and the wine soaked his robe did he regain his senses tremblingly.
Fortunately, no one paid attention to his misconduct. All the drunkards who noticed the chaos on the street could not take their eyes off it.
Rikov's hot blood cooled down like ice in the deep winter, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind - he must go find the Blood Father.
Lynch walked slowly on the streets of the Erlengrad Pier. He had to restrain his strength at all times, otherwise the human wooden floor would shatter into debris on the water.
(End of this chapter)
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