Chapter 260 Massacre
Maybe he underestimated the peace between Manavi and Matheran. If Lynch were to be the sea god, he would not hesitate to flood the settlement with floods.
The Norscans were as brave as ever, but mortal bravery was meaningless in the face of gunpowder.
They are not Chaos Warriors. They have demon armor that is difficult to penetrate even with gunpowder. Every accurate bombardment can take away swarms of Norscan raiders.
Only the raider champions wearing special heavy armor could survive. As Lynch understood, the Norscans never lacked powerful warriors. This was their confidence to plunder the seas.
Human beings who have been transformed by the ancient saints are already extraordinary. At least Lynch could not lift a huge stone in his previous life, but the human beings here can enter the battlefield vigorously at the age of seventy.
The Norscans who survived the harsh cold winds in the north would only become more tenacious, and the Norscans who were not eliminated by pirate artillery were all strong.
One longship after another approached the fleet of Salt Grudge, and only then did Lynch wait for the right time to intervene.
Although it was his first time acting as a mercenary, he was not as sincere as he seemed.
The icing on the cake is always better than providing help in times of need. Only by rescuing the employer from crisis can they feel that their wealth is well spent.
When Lynch rushed towards the Norscan longship, the splashing waves screamed and escaped from the lizard men who were speeding across the sea. The sound of breaking through the air was louder than the roar of gunpowder.
Lynch was like a cannonball, almost drifting through the waves, and smashed into the Norscan longship. Continuous crashes and screams echoed in the mist.
After overturning twenty ships in a row, Lin Qi was able to stop his charge, and there were less than fifty ships besieging the Salt Resentment Fleet.
The loss of nearly half of their troops almost instantly made the Norscans heartbroken. There were many differences between them and their bloodthirsty counterparts in the north. Lynch stood in intense fear and failed to wait for the Norscans' counterattack.
They simply fled.
The mist echoed with the screams of the dead. The remaining Norscans only saw a fleeting black shadow, and all their companions in front were gone.
The terrifying sound like the roar of a giant dragon shattered the eardrums of the Bjorlin warriors. It was unknown what kind of terrifying sea monster stirred up the battlefield. The large waves pushed up by the brute force almost capsized the longship that was caught off guard.
All the warriors who dared to charge under artillery fire have disappeared. What reason do these humble warriors have to fight to the end?
"I have no reason to ask you to die with me. This is not an order, this is just a request."
In Kislev, Igorboy initiated the final mobilization for war, conveying his wishes to less than thirty fighters.
"Fuck the Norscans!"
"For Esun!"
"The subsidy must be doubled!"
"Hahaha~ My Boye, can't you bring out some fine wine to treat us to a drink?"
"liquor!"
The varied responses were united in one will, and no Kislevite feared death.
There should have been hundreds of warriors present, but Boyer believed that a large-scale legion would be more easily discovered by the Norscans and would be more dangerous.
Igor only selected twenty-nine warriors, all of whom were old men who had been on the battlefield several times.
Boyer must risk his life to go to the ice field for reconnaissance, for Kislev.
Igor Boye handed over the hussars supported by his family to Big Boyerevich. The hussars could display their abilities in more important places. He only brought veterans with him.
Due to Igorboy's heroic deeds, his son received permission from the boyars to leave his duties behind and to hide under the protection of the Fire Keeper instead of fighting on the front lines.
The nobles in the south will definitely not understand what Igor Boye did. Only the native lords in the north can understand the helplessness and trust of the other party.
Boyer and Boyer should not be enemies, they must unite, otherwise, the weak lord will not be able to fight against Chaos.
Igor hugged the warriors one by one, and the lords and people prayed to each other for Esun.
The other boys offered strong wine to the travelers, and after drinking it in one gulp, Igor shouldered his camping bag and led the soldiers to disappear into the snowflakes.
The dusk was swallowed up by the long night, and the rough songs gradually faded away.
The Norscan longship escaped into the depths of the ocean, and Lynch did not pursue it. Compared to the waves and the large ship, the lizardmen, who were inconspicuous, went straight to the shores of Bjorlin.
The heat of Kotago's scepter drove away, and the Norsca Peninsula maliciously threw itself at Lynch's coldness.
The lizard man climbed up the ice rock, surrounded by a heat mist.
The screams of women and babies spread throughout the settlement near the sea. There was no mercy in the cold-blooded eyes. This was a necessary evil.
There is no honor in slaughter, but all mortals who stray from the path of Chaos must be purged, for all who deviate from the right path will never return.
Houses were knocked down one after another, and the Norscans who tried to resist instantly turned into blood mist.
Almost everyone died immediately, except for the unlucky ones who had just been plundered and still had self-awareness. They witnessed a massacre that mortals could not resist.
"He will come out. Mortals cannot resist the army of Chaos. If all mortals in Kislev die, Daha will also disappear."
Under night, in a certain village in the empire, the white crow of the blind prophet whispered the secrets of the gods to mortals.
"Will He bleed?"
"Yes, that is our chance. We only need a drop of blood from the "Vulcan" to lift the curse of fate."
"Eternal Watch" hid the teasing in his eyes and sincerely analyzed the possible future benefits for his companions.
But it didn't say clearly that "Fire God" Daha would not only bleed. If this already weak god dared to leave the Supreme Heaven, death would not be far away from him.
"The gods will not tolerate my offense, but I have embarked on a road of no return, so be it! Where is our next target?" The old man ended with a sigh, and his cloudy eyes made it impossible to penetrate his true thoughts. .
"Badland, looking for the former warlord of the Iron Claw tribe."
"Gobard Iron Claw?"
"Yes, its army will bring great changes to the empire. Great changes in reality often mean great changes in destiny. That is your opportunity to use the divine blood to perform rituals."
"Its survival is recorded in the book? I think I know. It is rumored to be dead. Its fate is really amazing."
"This is fate. There can be no traces of gods in Kislev. That will shake our future rule."
On the invisible island, the Mirror God hinted to his followers about the future of Kislev.
According to some knowledge from foreign lands, the current head of the Griffin Legion is the biggest threat to the Sons of Destiny.
Boris Boha cannot be allowed to be born!
Now is the best time, just kill the young Vladimir Boha to cut off this future.