Chapter 406 Ghost Town
Yes, it's a great idea, but you are too ostentatious. This is not your home. The minions of the gods will notice your actions
. Invisible communication takes place deep in the mind. "Eternal" Drachenfeld has to remind the brain-damaged demon that it and its carrier have been a little too much recently, which has affected Drachenfeld's plot against Marienburg.
They are just a group of false gods. Of course, everyone knows that the demons are unwilling to acknowledge the existence of human gods, but no one dares to deny the power of the "false gods".
Drachenfel preferred to deal with the previous demon, although the demon in front of him eventually gained the upper hand and drove the previous demon that had been entrenched in the brain of Drachenfel's doll back to its homeland.
This guy is so stupid, just like the puppet that Drachenfell uses for his entertainment.
If you think you can face Sigmar head-on, then, as you wish. The immortal man, older than the gods, withdrew the tentacles of his mind, allowing the two ignorant fools to continue to enjoy the chaos of Marienburg.
If an accident really happened, he could responsibly withdraw all his forces at the first opportunity. He would not cut off an arm for a fool.
He still remembered how Sigmar had knocked him down with one hammer and overturned his castle. This would never happen a second time.
Shadow Forest, Central Mountains.
After the convoy took a short break, Eugen reluctantly set off again at the wizard's urging.
They cannot rest along the way, as the forest spirits will cause them endless trouble, although not fatal.
What’s even more disgusting is the endless mutant bandits. The Grand Master can easily detect them and see their tragic fate and the helplessness they are forced by life.
This is an unnecessary conflict.
The forest is enough to strangle them, why let these unfortunate humans suffer more? Lin Qi didn't know what the wizard was thinking, and he didn't care. He was trying to figure out how to make this road smoother.
Lizardmen have always adhered to one truth - the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and if there is something blocking this distance, then break through it.
It was his indulgence that exacerbated Eugen's journey's anxiety.
Lynch has already had indirect contact with some spirits, and some conditions regarding the road have been negotiated. They just need to keep going and they will reach Middenheim directly.
Of course, the spirits were never united, and some still held opposing attitudes. Lynch really wanted to talk to them in person, but those friendly spirits hoped that the lizardmen could pass through the forest as peacefully as possible.
Friendship from the forest is necessary. As long as those short-sighted spirits don't cause trouble, Lynch is willing to be blind for the time being.
The isolationism of the cold-blooded species has proven to be stupid. At least on another front, they have ended up in vain. If they want to interfere with the outside world, the more friends they have, the better.
There were fewer and fewer forest spirits in the team. They seemed to be avoiding something and only hurriedly issued a warning to Lynch.
Thoughts quickly disappeared into the dense forest, and Lynch became slightly more alert.
Nothing unusual happened. There were still trees outside the trees. The dwarves complained about this deep forest for a long time.
Just as everyone was gradually becoming exhausted and sending messengers from the rear to discuss rest, a small town surrounded by cypress and birch trees appeared at the fork at the end of the road.
The lights were still on in the town, the city gates were abnormally open, and the watchtowers were empty.
Lynch found some sense of familiarity, he seemed to have seen this town somewhere.
He soon caught a flash of inspiration from the chaotic past. This was the town he saw in an oil painting when he led his team to attack the Black Ark and broke into the tower of Grand Warlock Druzy.
It was a cursed painting.
Lynch took a quick peek into the town. As expected, there was no one inside, so it was a good place to rest.
Obviously, humans don't think so.
A discussion about rest broke out between Eugen and the merchants. They were in awe of the elves on the carriages and the fully armed dwarves, but they refused to enter the town under any circumstances.
"There's something dirty in there! I heard that the noble who died tragically is still in there."
"Ghost? Don't worry, I can handle it." Eugen was full of confidence and wanted to try his magic power.
"Don't mention it! It can hear! My colleagues know many stories about the Shadow Forest, where people who discovered a strange town and walked into it never appeared again!"
"Wizard's tricks! Dwarves are never afraid of witchcraft!" Sorian's loud shout made the branches and leaves blocking the sky rustle.
"Sir, we may have taken the wrong road. The stories about this town are all focused on..."
"Sigmar bless me. My Lord, please give me the courage to face evil."
"Central Mountains? Damn it! Something must be targeting us. This forest wants to eat us!"
"Maybe it didn't mean to." An elf among the caravan's guards took off his disguise, causing Sorian to shout at him with a fierce look.
"This must be the elf's conspiracy!"
The elf, who was pointed at by dozens of swords in an instant, was not afraid at all. He looked straight at Asur who came down from the carriage and saluted.
"Noel Herbert greets you, Mage Teclis of Safri. I heard your story in the Forest of Laurentlauren."
The elf's eyes reflected a faint light in the darkness. Lynch knew that it could not see through the darkness. It just had observation abilities far beyond those of humans.
A spark of fire cannot allow humans to see the whole picture of trees, but it can allow elves to get a glimpse of what the forest looks like.
"It could also be an accident," Eugen explained weakly, glaring at the dwarf angrily. Civil strife was not a good idea at this time.
Lynch could have taken all the responsibility on himself. It was he who reluctantly pushed Eugen to go in a straight line, but no one mentioned it and he was too lazy to say it.
"I don't think my appearance is very recognizable. I almost got shot by an arrow at Esley's place." The archmage joked. Lynch could tell that he was referring to the group of wood elves he met in the mirror last year.
"You are the only one who can summon the incarnation of the fire element like before. I don't think any Aenil would hate the Supreme Mage of the White Tower."
He might have had some misunderstandings, but Lynch was indeed not something that anyone could summon.
"I must correct some mistakes. My mentor is still looking for a way to defeat me. If nothing unexpected happens, he will find a way to admit defeat in a dignified manner within ten years. By then, I will be the Supreme Mage.
As for the magic before."
The archmage glanced at the silent lizardman and finally chose to be cautious in his words and actions.
“You can question it, and the answers will be beyond your imagination.”
(End of this chapter)
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