Chapter 423 Raid Season
Caris had no money to refuse the apology, so he had to continue staying in the carriage, staying with unidentified aliens and people of the same kind who seemed to have bad intentions.
He only knew that this group of people were also going south. Maybe they had discovered Caris's little secret, or maybe it was for some other unknown reason. In short, Caris had no choice.
The doctor quietly sat by the window on the left side of the carriage, watching the trees passing by anxiously. .Duncanwald Forest hides evil forces unknown to humans, and every imperial person has heard of them in stories.
The Empire once established a province in the forest, but it eventually disappeared in the Beastmen uprising.
To date, only a few heavily fortified fortresses are located in the forest, and from time to time, the fortresses are swallowed up by the forest.
Rumors of powerful necromancers persist, and Beastmen and Greenskins are frequent guests in stories, but this is only the surface of the evil.
Most of the empire is covered with forests, and people have long been accustomed to the existence of these evils and have been forced to accept them over the long years. In Middenheim, the captain of the White Wolf Knights, Green, led his team to replace his colleagues who were out of the city for patrol. After taking over the post, the knights rode their horses out of the city with great enthusiasm.
No matter how proud the guards are, they will pay tribute to them. There are not many warriors who dare to fight the dark existence outside Middenheim day and night. .Grin rode on a tall warhorse, looking at every passerby with aggressive eyes.
Passersby would salute them, and of course, there would be many fearful looks from them, especially from those Sigmar cultists who came to Middenheim to do business.
The followers of the White Wolf God have always been skeptical of Sigmar. In their view, Sigmar is just a king blessed by Ulric, not a god.
Worshipping Sigmar as a god is undoubtedly a blasphemy against the true God, and using the name of a false god to suppress the followers of other true gods is an extreme act of transcendence. .People with more business experience know that winter has passed, and now it is the annual beastman raiding season.
They are just a group of bandits who can never be killed. Fortunately, the garrisons in various places will clear out the larger herds in time, so passers-by are safe as long as the merchants are not too unlucky and encounter a large-scale herd attack in advance.
When a team of tall and strong knights came roaring, every merchant felt unprecedented peace of mind. The gods witnessed their fears along the way, and they finally regained their sense of security near Middenheim.
On the wide Middenheim Avenue, a group of merchants who were relatively disconnected from the main force looked out at the smoke in the south and the knights in the smoke, with their admirations and prayers as frequent as the sound of horse hooves.
The knights obviously had no intention of slowing down to greet the caravan, and everyone thought it was a passing encounter.
It was not until the two sides crossed each other and a group of knights reined in their horses behind the crowd that the captain of the guards realized something was wrong.
It was all too late. No one knew why the imperial knights raised their lances against the imperial citizens. The sudden charge disrupted the caravan's formation. By the time the protectors hurriedly tried to fight the enemy with crossbows and spears, the knights were already waving their axes and hammers in the crowd, creating bloodstains.
The remaining people tried to resist, but how could these mercenaries and merchants be a match for professional soldiers? Before the crossbowmen could pull the trigger, they were nailed to the ground by the spears thrown from the horses. The formation of the spearmen was torn apart by the knights who attacked from the rear, and then there was a one-sided massacre. Green searched for prey in the pool of blood . Each knight found a target, and they turned over and dismounted. Each of them dragged a man who was not dead from the corpses and scattered goods.
At this moment, a passing caravan saw the tragedy from afar. Before they turned around in panic, some of the knights had already mounted their horses flexibly and started another round of massacre.
After Green dragged the man to the bushes on the side of the road, he took out the dagger from his waist and cut a shallow gash on the man's head.
Ignoring the man's wailing and pleas for mercy, the knight ruthlessly tore off the man's scalp along the bloody scalp.
Seeing that the man was about to pass out from the pain, the knight skillfully took out the stimulant and injected it into the man's body without measuring.
From beginning to end, the victim was unable to fall asleep or die prematurely. His screaming expression was frozen in the skeleton. The skin on his head was torn along his body to his ankles. The flesh between the bones was trembling wildly, but was firmly fixed to the tree stump by the brute force of the warriors.
A fresh bloody skull was made in just a few moments, a ritual dedicated to the Blood God.
The warriors drank blood and chewed human flesh crazily. The still unsatisfied warriors challenged each other to a duel to death. Here they finally didn't have to suppress themselves anymore.
Everyone who passes by Middenheim knows that another beastman attack has recently occurred.
According to eyewitnesses, they only saw goods trampled by animals' hooves and blood all over the road.
On one side of the road, people also discovered an evil ritual site built by the beastmen.
It is said that the knights of Middenheim later discovered the herd of beasts, and several knights were killed in the chase and battle. All the guards on duty at the city gate at noon saw the knights returning with wounds all over their bodies.
It seems really tragic, and everyone should pay respect to these selfless people who guard the borders and countryside of the empire.
"Do you believe him?" Captain Rotaire of the White Wolf Knights on night duty asked his adjutant.
South Duncanwald Forest, silence spreads along the ancient path in the evening.
This was not the response Rotaire wanted.
"There are indeed traces of beastmen. They should have asked for help from the city first." Rotaire said to himself, his blood cooling in the evening breeze.
The middle-aged man with thick black beard carefully examined the scattered animal hooves on the ground, secretly observing his colleagues in the setting sun, and his throbbing heartbeat gradually stabilized.
He could convince himself that his colleagues were just a little extreme, that they were still following Ulric's teachings, but were immature and acted more radically, and that they were still fighting for the Empire.
There are no intact bodies on this battlefield. The beastmen have indeed been here . It's time to prepare for the worst. Rotair gritted his teeth. Not everyone trusts them, even if they look normal.
How many of the colleagues remaining in Middenheim are trustworthy?
Sadness flowed through the knight's veins and spread throughout his body.
He should have gone into the war with Great Urik. Even if he died in battle, it would be better than being suspicious of his colleagues like he is now. The knight calmed himself and quickly drove away the regret and hesitation in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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