Chapter 333 Mordheim Blitz Advance

At dusk, at the border of Stirland and Ostermark Territory, Nok impatiently urged his companions that they had better get to the garrison point as soon as possible.

Although every general believed that the vampires would most likely adopt a defensive strategy and rely on Sylvania's geographical location to repel the imperial army as usual.

But they always have to guard against accidents, accidents that are almost impossible to happen.

What if the vampire is led by a lunatic and launches a desperate attack on Lin Province?

If there are innocent civilians in the Empire who are harmed, each of them has a reason to be held accountable.

The old knight Glens who was accompanying him laughed and ignored Nok's urging, and continued to tell the other newly promoted inner circle the story of his purification of Mordheim with Emperor Magnus.

Sigma! Nok had heard this boring story hundreds of times. Ever since he joined the Knights, he had been tortured by the stories of Old Glens.

Ahead across the Stir River is Mordheim, which was once the fortress of the Raven Knights and later became one of the largest cities in the empire and the capital of the province of Ostermark.

Even in the year 1707 of the Imperial Calendar, the great "waagh" initiated by the orc warlord Gorbad Ironclaw did not affect it.

Because the Green Tide turned and attacked Avelheim.

Obviously, the gods always like to watch some drama of corruption. According to the story Nok knows, this once great city fell rapidly in a short period of time, and finally attracted the wrath of Sigmar-a twin-tailed comet destroyed the entire city. a city.

Nock believed this rumor for the time being, because there was no more reliable explanation.

It has since become a dead city, its ruins littered with warpstone shards that only greedy monsters will explore.

Numerous Templar orders have attempted to purify Mordheim, but all ended in disgrace.

It was not until after the "Great Holy War" that Emperor Magnus led Nok's predecessors to Mordheim.

His Majesty seems to be the incarnation of an invincible god. At least Nok has never heard of rumors of his failure.

As with every miraculous victory before him, His Majesty Magnus defeated the unholy chaos within the city and burned the ruins to the ground.

Mordheim is probably safe now, if old Glens' story is true.

Ostermark's legion is garrisoned in the city of Essen near Mordheim. Now they only need the Black Griffin Knights to arrive one by one to discuss with the empire's generals how to launch Sylvania's northern offensive.

The southwest wall of the abandoned city has appeared in Nok's eyes. The decayed and broken wall is just like the city, particularly decadent.

The area behind the wall was known in the distant past as the "Death's Head" area. It was not an auspicious place when the city was still "normal".

Mor's shrines line the site, as the Death's Head district contains squares where criminals are beheaded.

Glens said that twenty years ago this place was filled with the ghosts of executed prisoners. It was very difficult for the dead to rest in Mordheim, perhaps because it was too noisy the night the comet came.

The moat has long since dried up, and there is a faint green light in the dark valley, a greasy, blinding green.

Nok would rather deal with the elves in the forest than deal with such green.

If he doesn't want to go far, he'd better try to accept different colors.

Fortunately, they didn't have to go around to the main entrance of the city. They only needed to walk inward along the gap in the city wall.

If you are lucky, you can meet a few undead souls without eyes to calm the restlessness of the magic sword.

Apparently, Knock's luck has always been good.

Dusk faded extremely quickly in Mordheim. Before, there was the afterglow that illuminated the future for the knights, but now there was only empty darkness.

They skillfully raised the torch and continued to drive their mounts deeper into the rumored terrifying place, preparing to cross the city before midnight.

When they walked through the alleys around the prison and came across pale skeletons in the darkness at the corner, Old Glens' self-narration also came to an abrupt end.

Because he had sworn before that all the undead here would be purified by him.

Nok grinned and turned his head to show his sarcasm to the old knight, but his chainmail mask blocked his sarcasm.

No knight would care about a small group of skeletons. They were all wearing armor and riding vehicles. With their firm belief in Sigma, they were all confident in cutting down the skeletons until their hands became weak.

The blade of the Black Griffin is specially designed to restrain evil spirits and demons. This is what the dwarf craftsmen say. Every human can unconditionally believe in the dwarves' guarantee in forging.

A mere hundred undead were indeed no match for the knights. The ten inner ring knights and their half-gryphon or gryphon companions easily defeated the unclean things.

But when Nok was about to take off for reconnaissance, he suddenly fell down on the griffin just halfway through the flight.

What did he see? Why is there an unknown object moving in the green-lit inner city?

It's like ants discovering something sweet, so dense it's disgusting.

Even if Nok didn't see what they were, he could guess that the undead were visiting the city.

The undead's tireless habit is well known to humans. The undead are good at guerrilla and blitz tactics.

Of course, if an unrealistic onslaught results in Sylvania being completely wiped out by humans, it would be better to stick to Sylvania and use the swamps and castles in the province to ambush the human army.

Without an eager commander, Vlad would have done that. Showing weakness for the time being was not a difficult matter, and defense was always easier than offense.

At least Vlad would not consider attacking until important nodes fell, but not now. Nagash asked him to reach Kislev within ten days and occupy the entire territory of Ostermark.

This is a simple task. You only need to plant flags all over the land of Ostermark. Of course, humans cannot blame Vlad if they take back the land later, because Nagash only asked for "occupation", Dominance is far more difficult than occupation.

If he just wanted to occupy it, Vlad might not even engage in battle with the human legions.

Is Teclis perhaps crazy, and the capital of Ostermark Territory, Beckham, fell?

What do the Empire's troops do? Even if they stood there motionless, they would not be able to lose the provincial capital overnight.

Who are they fighting? Undead or greenskins? Even ten bloodthirsty demons should go through a process!

The Archmage's urgent contact disrupted Lynch's hunting plan. He had to go south immediately to see who the enemies of the Empire were. Even if they finally arrived, it would be impossible for an important Imperial city to fall overnight.

Everything is planned.

Hotar seized a moment's opportunity, gathered the wind of magic in a few breaths, and escaped from Plagg.

If the other party knew that Nagash was the one who promoted the resurrection, that idiot would definitely put Hotar's danger to the highest level.

But the reptile was just a fool, as stupid as a bloodthirsty maniac. It's just a sharp double-edged sword, and Hotar has used countless similar blades.

The creepy crow's laughter echoed in the sky, disappearing among the changes in the world.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the ocean together with the torrent of magic. It returned to its old place and picked up the book that changed its destiny.