Chapter 342 Transaction
A scaly humanoid creature with a shimmering body walked out of the forest. Simili subconsciously thought it was a beastman, but the beastman did not have such a solemn appearance.
Although the beastmen look strange, they have an outline that is highly similar to humans. They are just deformed with extra limbs and organs, abnormally thick body hair, and pus-filled ulcers. Most of them have iconic horns or horns. , or ram's horn.
The scaly species in front of us is obviously a completely different creature from humans, the difference is like a cat and a dog.
Only the idiot scholars in Altdorf College would confuse the two. Simili had seen many beastmen, but they never included this category.
The unknown creature just glanced at Simili, but the momentary glance made the great swordsman, who was famous for his boldness, tremble slightly.
There was no emotion in its vertical pupils, only some elusive meaning.
It's like a shepherd assessing the lambs in the sheepfold, or like a factory worker taking a casual look at his product in his spare time.
In any case, it was not the look you should have when looking at a living creature, it was more like looking at a tool.
Simili always felt like he had become a commodity with a price on it, rather than a living human being.
In the next blink of an eye, the long staff at its hand suddenly burst into light as blazing as daylight.
The mighty sunlight almost blinded Simili's eyes, and the ear-piercing explosion made him subconsciously tighten his muscles, but what struck him was just a blast of shattered night wind.
By the time he got used to the light, the living thing had disappeared.
There was still a buzzing sound in his ears. There must be something wrong with his eardrums.
It was as if the sun was rising on the ground in Baker Harbor, and all the residents in the city saw the light shining directly into the sky.
The vague and non-existent heat bakes every being under the light, even in the cold winter, they are heated to sweat.
Low screams of pain were wandering around in the shadows of the city. It seemed that the warmth was too hot for the undead souls. Wave after wave of skeletons that hit the temporary human positions disintegrated into pieces, and groups of walking corpses exuded a green glow. The smoke fell into the slow progress.
The vampires did not appear again. Perhaps they had escaped, or perhaps people could not see the battle between the vampires and the being at the end of the sun.
That's the enemy?
The commander-in-chief of the Baker Port Undead Army, Karls von Carstein, took the lead in setting an example - he was the first vampire to leave Baker Port.
As for those of his own race who had not yet reacted, he could only express his misfortune to them.
Why didn't anyone inform him? Human reinforcements have arrived at Baker Port. What are the other vampires doing near Baker Port?
Jazz, wearing a black trench coat, quickly shuttled through the forest. It didn't take long before he met "other vampires."
A Lahmian lady soon caught up with him and fled with him to the southeast.
"I thought you would do the bare minimum to resist."
The woman's calm voice, which was indifferent to emotion and anger, did not make Karls feel uneasy. Betrayal and betrayal were embellishments of intrigue between vampires.
He is not an idiot with no political acumen. How could he act like a "hero" and foolishly fight against unknown enemies, and then risk his life and political status in vain?
Only idiots do that.
What if other vampires deliberately created a gap to allow the human army and the unidentified mages or divine choices among them to arrive at Baker Port and want to murder him?
Why did he continue the useless battle even after enemy reinforcements arrived? Could skeletons and walking corpses be more valuable than his life?
"Because of my order." A sinister whisper surfaced in his ears, and the horror contained in the words seemed to see through people's hearts, causing Kars's thinking to freeze instantly.
A vampire with flowing white hair appeared beside him at some point, following his steps like a leisurely stroll.
Its festered and blurred face makes it difficult to tell the identity of the person directly from the appearance, but the iconic blood ring in the other person's hand has suppressed the light and heavy fear of everything in Karls.
He is Vlad von Carstein, an immortal from the ancient Nehekhara civilization and the founder of the Carstein family.
"My words are still valid. Friends from the south, I don't know how many chips the Empire has given you. Carstein will only give you more."
The whisper brought by the wind caught Lin Qi, who was about to clear out the bat wolves and horror beasts in the city. He paused slightly and identified the source of the sound.
The other party is nearby, just to the southeast, within twenty miles.
Further clues are needed.
"Chips? Gold or gems? Do you think I lack these things?"
Lin Qi replied to the other party calmly, while waiting with all his concentration, amplifying his hearing to the extreme.
“No, no, no, I know you, you are the lizard people in the rainforest.
Maybe a thousand years ago, maybe even longer, I met you when I was serving King Lemas Petra. At that time, we hired legions from the jungles of the Southland. Your beasts smashed through Nagash. I was present when the prince's army came. "
"I have what you need, Lizard Man. I know that you have been working hard to find the golden tablets. As long as you stand on our side for the time being, you can get far more tablets than what is in the Imperial Collection.
The Imperials didn't have Carstein's appraisers to know the goods, so they probably put the slates in the museum. "
There was an undoubted sense of matter-of-factness in his calm voice. If Lynch's mind wasn't so strong, he would have been awed and frightened by it, because these words contained the magic power of authority.
This is a big fish. From the time of Nehekhara to the present, there is only one Carstein - the original vampire count, Ancat.
Or by his new name: Vlad von Carstein.
But he seems to have made a mistake.
Lynch locked his position, making predictions and planning the trajectory.
The Ancient Holy Slate is what every cold-blooded species wants, and it is also the only "currency" that cold-blooded species have external demand for. Ordinary lizardman settlements are disturbed by endless attacks from young creatures and are unable to divide their troops to retrieve the Ancient Holy Slate. They can only In a more peaceful way, this is true.
But this is a fact in the Southland. There seems to be something wrong with the Thoros hatchery in the Southland jungle. In Lynch's memory, there are more skinks and monitor lizards there.
Skinks can talk peacefully because they are not combatants in the first place.
But Thoreau was not appointed a diplomat.
Of course, it wouldn't surprise Lynch that these young races mistook Stink for Thoros. Except for the elves and the oldest dwarves, few people still remember the cold-blooded civilization deep in the jungle.