Chapter 329 Premonition
Unfortunately, it seemed to be very good at hiding, and Lynch couldn't directly grasp its specific location.
But this did not stop him from following the demon closely and investigating it step by step.
Is it possible that it will never reveal its true colors?
South of Kislev, the vast land between the World's Edge Mountains and the Sea of Claws was once again in full mobilization.
In the Land of Styria, when the Grand Count of Styria returned from Altdorf, he also brought visitors from other provinces.
Tal's followers had to meet Ulric's warriors in the tavern, and even more unbearable were Sigmar's fanatical followers. The Stirlings would rather be close to Mor's priests than be in the same room with the witch hunters who were investigating heresy everywhere.
The nobles in the province brought their cavalry to the capital. Of course, the nobles in Sylvania did not respond to the Elector's call, and they did not even pay any war taxes.
Because if nothing unexpected happens, the coalition forces of various provinces will come to conquer them.
Before the emperor arrived at Utbad, loyal knights had already overthrown the manor of the Sylvanian councillor in Styria.
There will no longer be a need for Sylvanian parliamentarians to attend parliament, as Emperor Magnus the Pious has placed his hammer above the map of Sylvania.
The northern provinces mobilized half of their legions, and the inland territories of Ostermark, Aver, Hawke, Tarabeheim, and Stir entered a state of total war.
Except for the legions guarding the border, all the famous legions of the Sigmar Empire will gather in Utbad.
The citizens of the Empire no longer had to endure the fear from the East all day long, of course, this meant that the Styrians had to temporarily tolerate the ridicule from all over the country.
In the tavern, Abeson cautiously avoided a northerner who was walking towards him. Of course, he could tell that he was a Midden man, not only based on his height, but more importantly, based on his stupid arrogance and bad temper.
Look, he almost got into a fight with that idiot from Rickland.
Thanks to the three Hawke people who were chatting and laughing nearby. I really hope that the residents of Hawke are consistent in their words and deeds and will not laugh at the lazy people in other provinces in their hearts.
If you believe the rumors, the people of Hawke are definitely a group of loyal, brave and good people.
Abeson glanced at the hunting bows on the three Hawke people and was no longer sure whether the rumors about Hawke were true or not. Perhaps they were indeed a group of good people.
The three of them looked like followers of Tal. People worshipped like gods, and the great god of nature only favored the brave and determined.
Abeson wanted to go to his old seat in the corner, but it was already occupied by a group of burly northerners.
Judging from their chaotic laughter and silly stories, these five punks must be Nord leaders.
Bloodline determines character. The five of them are most likely descendants of the Norse barbarians, which can explain why they are vulgar and barbaric.
The Imperials are not like them. Every Styrian should be able to see at a glance that these five drunks are "not quite" Imperials.
Abeson followed the black hair and found a corner where a story about a shepherdess and a drunk man at night was being told.
As a result, the first thing he saw was not the short and compact Styrians, but the long and thick mustaches of the Ostermarkers.
Dressed in layers of clothing and a tall, old-fashioned fur hat, he looked like the people of Ostermark were said to be—outdated bumpkins.
I hope they haven't been taught bad habits by the Kislevites. The Empire has always been synonymous with advancement, and every Imperial should look forward. They should talk about new things that are at the forefront of the times, such as the recently popular "Middel gunpowder".
Ancient customs should certainly be preserved, but the people of the empire should have a long-term vision and not always keep their eyes on the past.
Instead of correcting the mistake, Abeson sat obediently at the table and listened quietly to the story that was already half told.
But when the storyteller pushed the story to its climax, Abeson did not wait for the drunken man to attack his target, but an abrupt turn - the shepherdess peeled off her skin, and was replaced by an old witch.
The bard suddenly opened his robe, jumped onto the table with his upper body, and stuck his head out with his lower body - these were two halflings who deserved to be cursed by vampires.
The sudden shock disturbed people's interest. Abeson almost pushed over the wine glass on the table, but fortunately he didn't have time to do so.
Because another drinker who was listening to the poetry threw the wine glass on the table at the two short mischievous bastards.
This was probably a fool from Averland who was a bad guy at the right time, and Abbeson rarely approved of the violence he inflicted on the halflings.
The halfling's screams aroused the indignation of other halflings in the tavern, and more and more halflings rushed to this corner, wanting to safeguard the sovereignty of the halflings.
Obviously, the big guys were not easy to bully, and their arrival only exacerbated the chaos.
As the chaos spread outward from this small corner, Abeson squeezed his way through the crowd, wisely not getting involved in the local conflict.
As soon as he walked out of the tavern, Abeson saw soldiers filling the streets. Some of the soldiers had noticed the chaos here and were walking towards here.
Maybe the idiots who break the law in the tavern are soldiers, but they are definitely no match for professional soldiers.
Abeson made way and looked in awe at the soldiers of the provincial legions who were rubbing shoulders with each other, recognizing many well-known and famous legions.
There is no need to say much about the "Scarlet Guard" of Stirling, and the "Black Shield" of Hawke has also arrived in Utbad.
The "Sons of Rick" of Altdorf, wearing iconic yellow feathers and black steel armor, occupied a street alone; those warriors wearing heavy armor and holding sophisticated muskets were probably the legendary Nuln Ironclad.
What attracted even more attention were the knights from all over the country.
The Knights of the White Wolf have arrived, and Morr's Black Guard is as majestic as rumored.
Not only the Black Guards, but the Knights of the Black Rose and the Knights of the Raven are here as well.
The "Black Griffin" Knights, formed by the emperor himself, did not march slowly with old Magnus. Abbeson saw their emblems and battle flags.
The Knights of the Flaming Sun, the Knights of the Eternal Light, and the Knights of the Cheetah The more Abeson looked, the more frightened he became. He had never seen so many knights before.
The chanting of Priest Sigmar was heard at this time, and spread throughout the city in the blink of an eye.
No one knows how many Sigmar priests have come to Stirling. Abethon only hopes that the priests of Ulric, who are unwilling to be outdone and sound the war drum, will not fight with them in the city.
The outsiders did make the originally peaceful city more chaotic, but the situation was not as bad as he thought.
Utbad has become an unprecedented military camp. Anyone who dares to kick it will definitely be chopped into pieces by the knights of the gods and the Elector's personal guards.
Is this a holy war? Why is there such a big fuss? (End of this chapter)
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