Chapter 344 Sylvanian Forest
Perhaps this group of miscellaneous soldiers seemed ridiculous to outsiders, but Abesen never doubted the courage of the Styrians.
They are just a little poorer. If a war really breaks out, the big guys in Midden may not be braver than the Styrians.
Perhaps the White Wolves would not be afraid, but they were the most powerful Midden warriors, and the best Stirling Legion was not necessarily weaker than them.
No matter how stubborn you are, you can't withstand the sharp screams when the bitter cold wind blows through the treetops. As long as you are still a human being, you will feel fear when surrounded by the ridiculous shadows of the trees.
Abeson silently watched the long convoy from front to back. Sylvania was just ahead. Anyone who said they were not afraid must be lying. Even the vegetation along the road had turned into hideous and grotesque dead trees. Who knew what was waiting for them ahead?
The armies of Aver and Wiesen look really good. Although the same results could be achieved if Stirling attacked the southern front, Abbeson cannot belittle the warriors who shed their blood.
Marching in the oppressive darkness of Sylvania is an unbearable test, let alone fighting the undead while recovering a city desecrated by vampires?
What's even more sad is that the Sylvanians are used to being mobile food like cattle and sheep. Even if the vampires suddenly go crazy and massacre the village, they will not raise the heart of resistance. They will even help their undead masters to fight against their compatriots who want to liberate them.
The pathetic Sylvanians are probably still dreaming of being animals. They have never considered themselves human beings. Every soldier who has returned from collecting taxes in Sylvania will agree with this view.
On ordinary days, Abeson would only point out their ignorance after dinner. Who doesn't like to talk about the miserable situation of those unfortunate people?
But when the emperor issued the mobilization order for war, these stupid Sylvanians had become enemies that Abeson could see and touch, and he even had to guard against the locals hiding in the woods and firing hidden guns.
This is really bad. The threat of vampires alone is deadly enough, and the humans who are supposed to help them are shamelessly standing on the side of the vampires.
The sharp tips of the grass would occasionally brush against Abeson's ankles, which was as disgusting as a snake. Coupled with the unique dampness and gloom of Sylvania, if there weren't so many people around, Abeson would have wisely fled back to where he came from.
He could only use his wandering thoughts to divert his attention and prevent himself from paying attention to his surroundings.
The harsh sound of the wind seemed to hide the monster's breathing, and there seemed to be a terrifying giant moving silently behind the tall trees.
Cypress trees were mixed in with firs, and the dense coniferous forest was abnormally green in the darkness. The color of the forest was closer to dark black than the deep green of Stirling.
Whenever a strong wind blows, the trembling branches look like a fleeting ghost. No one would like this haunted place.
If the sun had illuminated this place, Abeson would have thought it was a good forest with lush vegetation.
But Sylvania seemed to have been spurned by Sigmar. Abeson was sure that at this time it was a bright day in Stirling, but it was always dark night in Sylvania.
The unusually lush forest in the darkness looked dead, with bones often lying among the weeds and rocks.
No one dared to confirm whether it was a new corpse or an old remnant. Everyone huddled close to the carriage, fearing that they would lose sight of their companions the next time they turned around.
There are always some weird stories about Sylvania. Who can guarantee that they won't lose contact with the crowd in the blink of an eye and be accompanied by hidden monsters in the wilderness like in the stories? The branches that occasionally appear among the greenery are like terrifying wizards, as if this forest is watching humans walk to their death.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had become a prey, and there was a terrifying hunter hiding in the dark and watching the convoy.
Abeson was scared.
But he is a citizen of the Empire, a Styrian, he has an obligation to respond to the call of the Elector and the Emperor, and it is his responsibility and obligation to stand here.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and the whole forest trembled in the cold, causing Abesen's heartbeat to speed up.
The wind was like the breath of a giant blowing towards the convoy, and the sound of branches colliding in the wind was like the devil's actions.
What's worse is that the deeper you go into Sylvania, the taller the weeds on the trail become, until they can even block people's vision.
If he hadn't been able to reach out and touch his companions, he would have thought he had fallen behind.
Of course, he was more afraid that the next time he reached out his hand, he would touch something cold.
The dead have no temperature and can move around like the living. This is a very common thing in Sylvania.
Normal living people are not used to being with the dead. Only mentally twisted perverts like corpses.
The only thing that could comfort Abesen was the gongs and drums used to provide support in the front and back of the convoy, which would be struck at regular intervals.
But routine can cause the sound of gongs and drums to become mechanized, and the people in charge of beating the drums are very conscientious, and they almost always beat the drums at the same time.
Over time, this orderly sound seemed extremely strange in this wilderness.
Because the convoy was too quiet.
Perhaps others had the same premonition as Abeson - that they had stepped into the hunting grounds of some predatory creature.
Who knows if the drummers are still alive? Are the same people still beating the drums? Maybe Abesen is the only one left alive in the entire team, so it's so quiet.
Once again, the echoing drum sounds spread in all directions, guiding the silent convoy.
Abeson desperately hoped that someone would say something, but no one dared to break the silence.
He prayed silently to Tal, asking the "God of the Wilderness" to protect the travelers in the forest, but the first thing Tal responded to was the knights' prayers.
The deep grass and trees blocked Abeson's sight. He could only hear the quick and orderly roars from behind that suddenly broke the silence and moved quickly to the front.
"Ulric gave me the wolf's fang!"
It was like thunder. The abnormal silence was pierced by the shout of the God of War, and the bad premonition also rose to the highest point in Abeson's heart.
"Urik gave me the wolf's claws!"
The rapid prayers were continuous, like the sound of a continuous war drum. The biting coldness went up along Abeson's spine, cooling his fiery thoughts.
"Ulric gave me the fur of the wolf!"
The silent caravan woke up to the howling of the white wolves. The noise once again occupied the ancient road in the forest. Abeson drew his sword and took off the shield behind him with his trembling hands.
A monster is coming, even a fool can see that the knights have discovered the monster.
But he was just a logistics soldier, he shouldn't have faced the vampire directly.
"I will grant the enemy the mercy of the wolf." The knight's prayer drifted away with the wind. The sound of horse hooves echoed in all directions, but until now Abeson didn't know where the enemy was.
(End of this chapter)
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