Chapter 302 Borrowing and Repayment

Prince Pearl Litanel left his seat and walked straight out of the conference room.

The elf with white hair but a slightly older face walked on the marble bridge of the tower and looked towards the east.

A huge shadow slowly rose, covering the Elf Prince from behind.

No one wanted to stand with him except Secostek.

His comrades all died seven thousand years ago.

The elf looked to the east in ecstasy. The dense forest blocked his gaze and blocked the sun's light from shining on the world.

The heavy snow in Kislev can block the sun, but it cannot block the shimmering light that Lynch radiates to the surroundings.

But the light and heat emitted by an individual is very small, and it cannot illuminate the entire grassland. An individual in the vast wilderness will only feel that he is surrounded by heaven and earth, and is just an insignificant member among all living beings.

Lynch walked on the desolate grassland and witnessed the incineration of piles of corpses by countless beings. The high platforms erected by the Chaos Warriors collapsed in the flames, just like their builders.

What died together with the heads in the flames was people's pain.

Human sadness does not last long, just like their life span. Compared with the truly long years, their joys, sorrows and joys are always as short-lived as the gorgeous fireworks in the sky.

Temples were built one after another, and eager bells of celebration rang out on the border of Kislev.

Only humans know what they are celebrating and why this bleak winter calls for celebration.

They are lucky that the sun has purified the corruption in this country, and they can continue to live on a normal land, instead of struggling in a harsh environment and suffering from ubiquitous radiation like the mortals living in the corrupted land. Lower distortion.

The contamination brought by the magical wind is almost eternal, just like the immortal Chaos Demon Realm.

Without the light, Plagg Fortress, which fell under the invasion of Chaos, would still be a cursed city, a terrifying living city that must pray to the dark gods to move in.

The absence of corrosion does not mean that everything is worry-free. The disaster begins after the war. Only the soldiers died in that war, but famine, disease, and cold winter favor every mortal regardless of status.

Lynch could solve the famine easily. After all, when he looted the Ratman clan, food was the last trophy he needed.

All right! He needed nothing but the screams of the Rat Man.

For the cold-blooded species, searching for the Skaven is an easy task. The long bloody battle with the Plague Clan taught the cold-blooded species how to fight the Skaven.

But that rotten clan is just an exception in the underground world. This is the first time for Lynch to deal with the rat people in the old world.

He only knew that the Pit of Hell was in the north, but did not know its exact location.

Fortunately, he didn't need to visit the pit of hell, at least not now. He should choose a normal rat clan.

Lin Qi wouldn't even take the food stored by the corrupt clan.

Just like the rotten Blight clan, this is a sick clan.

Almost every rat-man of the Corrupt Clan is aberrant, and Lynch is not sure whether the grains they piled in the granary will cause normal humans to become beast-men on the spot after eating them.

Underground in the Kingdom of Kislev, there should be small clans supported by corrupt clans. Each large clan will support many small clans. Small clans led by warlords are excellent channels for consuming the output of large clans.

In order to protect themselves and gain a higher status, small clans will do whatever it takes to find warpstones, steal food, and then exchange food and warpstones for biochemical weapons from the big clan, or special rats.

The four great clans are the controllers hidden behind the scenes. They only need to throw out some residues in exchange for endless dimensional stones, food, and slaves.

The warlord leader who died in Lustria can already use ten thousand as a unit, and the Plague Clan will always maintain nearly a thousand cannon fodder clans before being driven out of Lustria.

A Corrupt Clan that could be on an equal footing with the Plague Clan should at least have hundreds of Puppet Clan.

The vast territory of Kislev can only accommodate about a dozen clans, and most of the more clans are in the Empire, the World's Edge Mountains, and the Dark Land.

Lynch couldn't clear the ground for the time being. He only needed to find the clans that stole food from the border, and then bring some food-carrying warriors to empty the rat clan's food stores.

The Lizardmen didn't look for the Gossars who could be found everywhere. Their discipline was too unreliable.

After he discovered the traces of the rat men, he just called hundreds of hussars attendants who were rebuilding the village along the way.

In order to prevent each village from losing the power of self-defense and to maintain the basis of order, Lynch only took away half of the soldiers when passing through a single village. At the same time, he borrowed horses that the villagers had just tamed and a carriage that seemed to be broken down.

Thanks to Boyer's previous announcement, these Kislevites who had withdrawn from Mirkavala to rebuild their homes did not resist the call of "divine beasts" or "divine envoys".

Lynch led a mighty carriage team and a group of confused warriors, driving deep into the grassland under the bright or covert sight of everyone, heading in a certain direction with a purpose.

The lizard man thoughtfully rushed to the front of the carriage, his cruel eyes seeming to be looking at an invisible sight.

"Bad Tooth" Reese looked away in panic, lying down tightly in the snow, using the snow on his body and the tall grass to cover himself.

It had seen this weird-looking Norscan, this scaly human thing that had fought with the Chaos human thing before.

Because there were too many humans, it didn't dare to look more, but it remembered the glowing staff. The silver-gray scepter looked very precious.

There is no rat to investigate why the Chaos thing is fighting among itself. Isn’t fighting among themselves a natural thing?

But this weird-looking Norscan thing didn't die in the strange sunrise. He seemed to be looking for something.

After the human carriage drove away, Reese secretly carried the snow on his body and pushed aside the grass beside him.

The entrance to a slightly narrow hole was revealed, as small as a rabbit hole.

Reese stuck his head into the tunnel, using his claws to dig up the soft soil reserved for digging the hole, while drilling deeper.

After its feet completely entered the tunnel, it flapped a few times subconsciously and simply buried the entrance, leaving only a small vent.

The narrow entrance section of the tunnel did not trap the nimble Ratman, but instead brought an infinite sense of security to the Ratman.

The underground is the territory of the rat people, and the world above is too dangerous.

"Bad Teeth" drilled deeper, and the tunnel became wider. The loose soil deep underground made it easier to dig holes. But unlike the frozen soil above, the spacious tunnel deep in the ground made Reese nervous when passing through it. .

It kept praying to the Horned Rat, offering fear and obedience to the Horned Rat, begging the malevolent spirit not to play tricks on an insignificant rat-man.

Ratmen were crushed to death in collapsed tunnels every day. Their painful and suffocating looks left a deep impression on the ratmen who found their corpses when digging holes.

Reese touched his belly. In addition to being frightened, he missed the smell of that unfortunate guy.