Chapter 300 New Home

Filled with boredom and hatred for the Ratmen, Lynch arrived at the White Butt Tavern.

He did not enter a simple hut made of wooden frames and hay. He only needed to raise his head to destroy this toy-like "house".

Dwarves should not go around drinking and lazing around. Sorian should build a beautiful temporary base for the "big men" to discuss important matters. At least it should be big enough to accommodate Lynch.

Who would believe a dwarf who claimed that he didn't understand architecture and wasn't even proficient in blacksmithing?

Even human bricklayers know how to build a taller hut, but a dwarf, an ancient race individual who has integrated relevant skills into his blood, doesn't know how to build a house?

Lynch thought that he was a colubrid that was lazy after a full belly. Even the noisy Skink Priest was more diligent than him.

No, this idea seems a bit unfair. Every Skink will give everything to its mission. They live in work and never rest for a moment - even if they complete the work at hand, they will find their own tasks. Go and finish.

Even the skink priest who seems to have nothing to do will go to the market every day to report the latest progress of the "big plan".

Or staying in the stargazing room to sort out Slann's personal belongings, even if Slann has long forgotten the toys he collected thousands of years ago.

As long as they are willing to put down the messy insect snacks of the magic toads and use military magic to help the soldiers, the actions of the hot-blooded species and Druchi on the coast will not be as rampant as before.

The messy thoughts did not affect the coldness in the lizard man's words. He simply informed the young boys in the room:

"I am leaving."

Teclis, who was sitting around the wooden table discussing something with the humans, suddenly trembled. His black eyes looked at the lizard man as if he had been punched hard, and he asked anxiously and frightenedly:

"Where are you going? Did you get news from Lustria? What to do with the flames?"

The sudden farewell almost made Tigris lose his cool. They couldn't lose the lizard man now. The divine corpse hadn't been properly dealt with yet.

According to Tigris' understanding of the lizard people, he would not say goodbye without reason unless he was given a new mission by Lustria.

He's not really going to leave and leave all the mess on Tigris, right?

Teclis has no reason to escape. He must deal with the aftermath of this disaster.

Lynch discovered the omission in his words and added unhurriedly:

"My kindred watch over the temple, and an infallible guard stands by the flames."

For fear of humans, the lizards and elves tacitly concealed the terrible fact of the god's death, and tacitly used flames to refer to the god's corpse.

They are not ready to accept the tragic reality, and the truth must be revealed at least after Mrs. Kislev rebuilds her home.

Under the great publicity of the Archmage, almost everyone now believes that Daha is the flame, which is now extremely fragile and will return to the sky again after a long time to continue to shine on Lady Kislev.

Humanity needs a little hope, many of them are too fragile.

This fragility is not only reflected in the body, but also reflected in their hearts.

The Archmage didn't ask Lynch any more. When he learned that Lustria had responded, he closed his eyes with relief and took a short rest. When the reinforcements arrived one by one, he could feel relieved.

Lynch noticed the elf's calmness as if he had been reborn. A sentence ago, he was as nervous as an Ankylosaurus being chased by a Tyrannosaurus.

Perhaps language is also a sharp weapon, but its damage is not reflected in reality.

Dealing with warm-blooded creatures is troublesome because of their volatile moods.

If he were in Lustria, Lynch could just say a simple word and turn around and leave.

After saying goodbye "reluctantly", Lynch was like a tyrannosaurus being released from the tyrannosaurus pit, disappearing almost in a moment.

He didn't like the glances that contained various meanings. They were too rich in emotions.

Everyone regarded him as the savior, but he couldn't even save himself.

There are only soldiers on the battlefield, and there is no savior at all.

They should learn to solve problems independently.

Lynch's ghostly figure appeared outside the ruins of Mirkavala. He stood on the green that was covered with snow and gave the final blow to the grass that was unfortunately trampled by him.

He had a panoramic view of the vast wilderness, and the vast white snow was the main theme of winter.

There are no mountains, no rivers, just monotonous white.

In the distance are villages that are being rebuilt. The Kislevites are a tenacious nation. Although they are weak, their tireless love for their homeland deserves Lynch's respect.

The outer walls of the villages built at a certain distance have been built. The high wooden walls cannot stop the Chaos warriors, but they can stop the small groups of greenskins, undead and Norscan raiders wandering around.

One after another, the caravans from Erengrad were like sharks that smelled the fishy smell, carrying truckloads of goods to profit from the victims.

There is no other way. Gold is worthless, but the lives of soldiers are valuable.

All children will grow up to be warriors in the future, and they cannot be allowed to die on the road to formation. Children who die young are just like batches of unformed lizard-men destroyed by the hands of Chaos along with the hatching ponds.

But smuggling by profiteers alone cannot keep the entire border functioning. They need new channels to obtain food and alcohol.

Coincidentally, Lynch knew the news about the new channel.

Every rat clan will hoard a large amount of food to maintain a huge rat colony.

Except for the disgusting plague monks of the Plague Clan, the food the rat men hoarded was all clean.

At least most of it is, just a little moldy.

There is no better way to get the wood, but to cut it in the snow forest hundreds of miles away. Lynch can't travel thousands of miles to rob Athel Loren Forest, right?

Maybe he can lead the temple guards to clean up the forest in the next imperial province?

Anyway, the guardian fire only needs one guard from Chakas.

Lynch had long disliked the beastmen in the imperial forest, and now he had the opportunity to clean them up. He had a legitimate reason, but he didn't know whether the imperial nobles would allow a large number of troops to enter.

The horned beasts in the Empire Forest are a serious problem that they have not solved for a long time.

Mrs. Kisri certainly doesn't need Lynch to worry about these things. They have reliable enough channels to obtain wood, but Lynch just wants to use the opportunity to encircle and suppress the beastmen.

After that, Lynch planned to go to the Royal City of Kislev to see who the current czar was. He couldn't remember who was sitting on the throne now.

Boha? Or Katrin?

What happens after that? To beat up the greenskins in the World's Edge Mountains? They probably wouldn't go down the mountain for the corpse of a god, and vampires are somewhat suspected of committing crimes.

Maybe we can go to Silver Peak to pick out the Lahmia family's stronghold, and then go to Sylvania to let Carstein know what propriety means.