Chapter 341 Mercenaries

Unfavorable battle reports were sent to Vlad's ears one after another. His handsome appearance had been completely torn away, and his collapsed nasal cavity and ulcerated face were constantly squirming with rage.

He only knew that these juniors were useless, but he didn't expect that they couldn't even deal with mortals.

If four hundred years ago, he would have defeated Altdorf.

Of course, he does not need to fight for the throne at the moment, he only needs to advance to the territory of Kislev.

Stupid Nagash, he may be powerful enough, but he has no brains.

Without his command from a distance, Vlad has probably surrounded Middenheim.

But now Vlad had to rely on his immense power, and this was not a good time to start a war.

Vlad still remembered the empire more than three hundred years ago. It was an era of heroes. The empire general Hans Schiffen was a respectable opponent. The great mentor of the White Wolf Knights at that time, Jericho. Kugel is not to be booed either.

He has died countless times in the war against the empire. The last opponent he faced was Archbishop William III of the Church of Sigmar. If the blood ring that kept him immortal had not been stolen, he would have had the opportunity to send another hero to his side. To die, not to die with William III.

The powerful enemies of the past are no longer there, but new heroes have been introduced by the waves of the times, and they cannot be underestimated.

Who would have thought that the Empire would have a Magnus after Sigma?

Judging from the current situation, his descendants cannot even break through the imperial blockade.

Another group of bats flew to the Lord of Carstein and chirped to report the latest news.

He didn't even bother to listen carefully. It was just who encountered the White Wolf Knights and was shot open by Yurik's divine choice, or the emperor's army was about to join the frontal battlefield, and they could no longer hold on.

What a bunch of rubbish.

"We found some lizards over there with the dwarves, they seem to be dogs of war."

"The rainforest dwellers of the Southland?" Vlad became interested. He had dealt with them thousands of years ago.

"Take out all the gold tablets you have collected! Send envoys to bid for them and hire them to fight against the Imperials.

We have more tablets than the dwarves. "

"Dear Vlad, there are also traces of rainforest natives in the Ostermark Territory."

"Imperial mercenaries? Let them make a price!"

"It just can't seem to communicate."

"Idiot! Let me teach you the last lesson. There will be no next time!"

Did it make a mistake?

By the river, in the shadowy forest, Lin Qi was fiddling with the skeleton that he had just smashed into pieces with some confusion.

He only heard the skeleton with unusually powerful magic power, suddenly saying in the ancient language of the lizard people that they wanted to buy some services from Lynch.

What service should I buy? Requiem service? Lynch is already working hard.

He put this little episode behind him. The big city at the end of the long river was already faintly visible, and he was very close to Baker Harbor.

The river was lit with constant gunfire, and the locals seemed to have transformed civilian ships into makeshift gunboats.

Lin Qi was keenly aware of the sound of several cannons within a hundred miles. It seemed that there were many human troops stationed in this city, and they were still capable of fighting, but they were too scattered.

Among them, the one with the most powerful firepower is the riverside, the port of the city.

Before Lynch could rush into the city whose walls had collapsed, a war cry broke into his ears.

"Mor's Scythe!"

It seems that there are some followers of God Morr nearby, and they have just defeated the enemy.

They always like to call Maul after killing an enemy to let the God of the Dead pay attention to the soul of the newly deceased.

Everyone hopes that the dead soul will be successfully taken away by Moore instead of entering the demonic realm in ignorance.

Lynch quickly approached the source of the sound. The branches and leaves could not hide his sight, and a group of humans soon appeared in his sight.

They were wearing ferocious black plate armor, but the armor was so damaged that more than thirty people together could not even put together a complete armor.

The feathers on the human helmet were all soaked in blood, and more feathers could only tell that they were there before - only three or two pieces of them were left.

Each warrior held a giant sword, and Lynch was reminded of the swordmasters on Ulthuan or the executioners of Druchi.

Human two-handed swords are narrower and thinner than elves', perhaps because they are unable to handle weapons that are too heavy.

Many swordsmen wear the old Medal of Thorns and Roses on their chests. Although the medals are broken, the damage from the outside world only exaggerates this honor with thick ink.

These medals, which seemed to have been passed down for generations, allowed Lynch to confirm their identities.

There are not many swordsmen groups that believe in Maul, and even fewer are famous. The only ones who can receive the Steelland Military Medal of Honor are the Osterland Black Guards.

It is not unusual for them to appear on the battlefield against the undead. If I remember correctly, this human organization has spread its branches and leaves, and its traces are all over the empire.

Simili took out the wine flask, briefly cleaned the blade, then used the sharp edge to cut off the flesh on his waist that had been torn apart by the ghoul's poisonous claws, and briefly bandaged it.

It's very strange. Before, the interception of the undead was continuous, but now there is not even a walking corpse to be seen.

He signaled the swordsmen to take a rest for the time being, and while they were free, many of them threw their armor, which had no protective effect, onto the ground.

If it weren't for Simili's armguards still functioning, he would have given the completed armor to Dust.

If he hadn't encountered those running blood knights, the situation shouldn't have been so bad.

He was far away from the direction of the feint, and now he could no longer hear the charging horns and gunshots over there. Only the explosions that sounded from time to time under the night could prove that the battle was still going on.

They couldn't even rest too much. After realizing that all their companions had taken care of their injuries, Simili decisively gave the order to continue marching.

The sacrifice cannot be in vain. The letter on his body must be sent to the outside world to let the electors and generals know the specific situation of Ostermark.

This is strategically crucial, and allowing the Electors to misestimate the strength of the vampires is likely to result in heavy losses or missing key combat opportunities.

The menacing undead are not as powerful as they appear. Your Majesty must know this.

Cimili didn't even know who gave the vampire the courage to start an all-out war.

If His Majesty knows the situation on the northern front, Sylvania, which is empty inside, will have a chance to be completely purified. All Morr believers will think about this day in their dreams.

Suddenly, Simili raised his hand and made a gesture to stop moving. The well-trained swordsmen stood still at almost the same time, observing their surroundings alertly.

At first, there was just a glimmer of light leaking out from the mottled tree shadows. When a gust of wind blew by, a brighter light emerged from the rustling.

It was as if someone had lit a fire in the forest, or as if someone had stolen the lighthouse on the sea and thrown it into the great forest of Ostermark.