Chapter 329 Premonition
Unfortunately, it seems to be very good at hiding, and Lynch was unable to directly pinpoint its specific location.
But this did not prevent him from following the demon closely and investigating step by step.
Can it never show its flaws?
South of Kislev, the vast land between the World's Edge Mountains and the Sea of Claws is once again in a state of full mobilization.
When the Grand Count of Stir returned from Altdorf, he also brought visitors from other provinces.
The followers of Taal had to meet with the warriors of Ulric in the tavern. What was even more unbearable were the fanatical followers of Sigmar. The Stir people would rather be close to the priests of Mor than to deal with the witch hunters who were scrutinizing heretics everywhere. People are in the same room.
The nobles in the province brought the cavalry to the capital. Of course, the nobles in Sylvania did not respond to the elector's call, and they did not even pay a war tax.
Because if nothing unexpected happens, the coalition forces from various provinces will come to conquer them.
Before the emperor arrived in Utbad, the loyal knights first bulldozed the Sylvanian Senator's manor in Stirland.
There will be no need for Sylvanian councilors to attend the Council in the future, because Emperor Magnus the Pious has placed the warhammer above Sylvanian territory.
The northern provinces mobilized half of their legions, and the inland Ostermark Territory, Ivey Territory, Hawk Territory, Talabheim, and Stir Territory entered a state of all-out war.
Except for the legions guarding the border, all the legions with names from the Sigma Empire will gather in Utbad.
The citizens of the Empire no longer have to tolerate the fear from the east all day long, which of course means that the Stirians have to tolerate the ridicule from all over the country for the time being.
In the tavern, Abesen cautiously avoided an oncoming northerner. Of course he could tell that it was a Midden leader, not only based on his height, but also based on his stupid arrogance. and bad temper.
Look, he almost got into a fight with that idiot from Rick's collar.
Thanks to the three Hawklanders chatting and laughing on the sidelines, I really hope that the residents of Hawklander are the same as they appear on the outside and will not laugh at the lazy people in other provinces in their hearts.
If the rumors are to be believed, the Hawklanders are definitely a good group of loyal and brave people.
Abesen caught a glimpse of the hunting bows on the three Hawkmen, and was not sure whether the rumors about the Hawkers were rumors. Maybe they were indeed a group of good people.
The three of them look like followers of Taal. What kind of people worship what kind of gods? The great god of nature only favors those who are brave and determined.
Abesen wanted to go to his old spot in the corner, but it was already occupied by a group of burly northerners.
Based on their messy laughter and silly stories, these five bastards must be Nords.
Bloodline determines the characters, and the five of them are most likely descendants of Norscan barbarians, which explains why they are vulgar and savage.
The Imperials are not like them. Every Stirr should see at a glance that these five drunkards "don't look like" the Imperials.
Absen followed the black hair and found a corner where the story of the shepherd girl and the drunkard at night was being told.
As a result, the first thing he saw was not the short and lean Stir people, but the long and thick mustache of the Ostermark people.
Dressed in several layers of clothing and wearing an old-fashioned high-top fur hat, he looked like the rumored Ostermark man - an outdated country bumpkin.
I hope they have not been spread bad habits by Mrs. Kislev. The empire has always been synonymous with advancement. Every empire member should look forward. They should talk about new things at the forefront of the times, such as the recently rumored "Midi" "Gunpowder."
Of course the ancient customs should be preserved, but the people of the empire should have a longer-term perspective and not keep their eyes on the past.
Absen did not correct this mistake, but sat at the table and listened quietly to the story that was half told.
But when the storyteller pushed the story to its climax, Abesen did not wait for the drunken man to attack his target fiercely, but instead made an abrupt turn - the shepherd woman peeled off her skin and was replaced by an old witch.
The bard suddenly opened his robe, jumped on the table with the upper half of his body, and stuck out his head with the lower half of his body - these were two halflings who deserved to be cursed by vampires.
The sudden fright disturbed everyone's interest, and Abesin almost pushed the wine glass on the table, but fortunately he didn't have time to do so.
Because another drinker who was listening to the poem took the first step and threw the wine glass on the table at the two short mischievous bastards.
It was probably a fool from Iverland who was a bad guy at just the right time, and Abson, in a rare move, 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.
Clearly, the big guys are no pushovers, and their arrival only adds to the chaos.
Chaos spread outward from this small corner, and Abesen squeezed his way through the crowd, wisely staying out of the local conflict.
As soon as he walked out of the tavern, Abesen saw soldiers occupying the street. Some of the soldiers noticed the chaos here and walked towards here.
Maybe the illegal idiots in the tavern are also soldiers, but they are definitely no match for professional soldiers.
Abesen stepped out of the way and looked at the provincial legionnaires rubbing shoulders with each other in awe, recognizing many familiar and famous legions.
Needless to say, the "Crimson Guard" from the Stiir Territory, and the "Black Shield" from the Hawk Territory also arrived in Utterbad.
Wearing the iconic yellow feathers and black steel armor, Altdorf's "Son of Rick" occupies a street alone; those warriors wearing heavy armor and holding sophisticated muskets are probably the legendary Nun Ironclad Army.
What attracted more attention were the knights from all over the country.
The Knights of the White Wolf have arrived, and Maul's Black Guard is as majestic as rumored.
Not only the Black Guard, but the Knights of the Black Rose and the Knights of the Raven are also here.
The "Black Griffin" Knights, formed by the emperor himself, did not march slowly with old Magnus. Absen saw their emblem and battle flag.
Knights of the Flame Sun, Knights of Eternal Light, Knights of the Cheetah
Absen became more and more frightened as he watched. He had never seen so many knights before.
Priest Sigmar's chanting sounded at this moment, and spread throughout the city in the blink of an eye.
No one knows how many Sigmar priests have come to Stirland. Absen only hopes that Priest Ulric, who beats the war drum unwilling to be outdone, will not fight with them in the city.
Outsiders did cause more chaos in the otherwise peaceful city, but the situation was not as bad as he thought.
Utbard has become an unprecedented military camp. Anyone who dares to kick here will definitely be hacked to pieces by the knights of the gods and the elector's personal guards.
Is this a holy war? Why such a big battle?