Chapter 346 No Grass Grows

The flesh and blood on the monster suddenly came to life, and the surface of the free fleshy flesh sprouts and bloodshot skin was instantly covered with a layer of skin. The spreading skin swallowed up the human blood on its body, leaving only a pale body like the silver moon.

Its strong muscles also rearranged like water, and finally pieced together a more human-like appearance.

The flesh and blood on it were like a toy, and it even mocked a hole in its heart, avoiding a bullet that almost hit its heart.

Now Abesen wasn't sure whether it had its heart in its chest.

In the next blink of an eye, the monster was gone.

In his place was an ordinary-looking man with a bare upper body, but he was a head taller than the Imperial man and was extremely strong.

The bullets no longer had a chance to hit the dexterous and small humanoid monster. Abesen couldn't see clearly the monster's attack on the White Wolf Knight again. He could only see that the knight's war hammer had been deformed and had deep scratches on it.

That is the fine iron of dwarves, and only giants can transform it.

Obviously, the respectable knight could not survive the frequent and fierce collisions. He was still a human being after all.

He had no chance to land the war hammer on the monster, but the monster easily tore his armor apart.

The White Wolf Knight's iconic wolf's temples have been chopped off by sharp claws, which means that the monster could have twisted his head off like the knight's beard.

Even the most ignorant soldier should understand the gap between the two sides at this time.

This inner ring knight is challenging an enemy that is impossible to defeat. If it is a giant or a dragon, the soldiers can fire several rounds of guns at the monster to interfere with the sight and hearing, but the bullets may be slow enough to be easily captured in front of this unknown existence. , the artillery has become a joke in the face of its extreme speed and dexterity.

It is by no means an enemy that this motley army can fight against.

When the warrior shouted the name of Ulric, swept the crowd with his unwavering gaze, and resolutely launched the final charge towards the monster.

All the militiamen understood his unsaid orders.

escape!

Abesen dispersed with the crowd in confusion. He didn't care about looking for his comrades in the same team, so he could only flee to the east with unfamiliar faces nearby.

There are troops from Wesenland and Iveyland in Schwarzport. It only takes less than half a day to escape to the east, but it takes a day and night to run to the west before you can see any human habitation.

Everyone knows where to run away at this time.

Sherlock left the Westland day and night. After getting off the carriage at the border town of Rickland, he hurriedly bought a bad horse and ran towards the depths of Rickland without stopping.

He will only stop at the city of Copebad in Talabek's territory next time, and then go directly to Utbad.

Most of the empire's troops are gathered in the Stiir Territory, and the capital of the Stiir Territory is now the safest place.

The roads in the Reikland forest are often visited by merchants, and the dense flow of people dispels the fear that the forest imposes on humans.

A small group of beastmen would not dare to attack a caravan of more than ten people. With the caravan as a cover, Sherlock could also avoid Ms. Linna's eyes and ears.

It's just that after passing the city of Altdorf, these kind people will no longer interact with him. The forest that Rick leads east is still a dangerous situation that is difficult to avoid.

He had thought about hiding in Altdorf, but he knew better than anyone else that Altdorf was just a dynamite barrel that had not been ignited.

Without Emperor Magnus and Reik's Praetorian Guard standing guard, only a fool would rest in Altdorf.

The number of ratmen underground there is probably hundreds of times that of humans. If Altdorf's dense human flow can make its population reach one million, the rat population will only be dozens of times that number. Of course, no one can be sure about a ratman clan. There may be many more slave rats that have not been recorded.

Sherlock doesn't want to be the unlucky "traveler" who disappears in the middle of the night.

That is to say, the naive men and women in the organization think that humans dominate this world. Maybe they are right, if the Norscans and Kurs are also considered human beings.

Waves of exclamations came from the end of the road, spreading like a plague along the passing caravans.

In less than half an hour, everyone within ten miles knew about the tragedy happening ahead.

The village located on the trade route disappeared, and experienced guards saw that it was not caused by large-scale beastman activities.

Villages far away from towns often have several layers of hardwood walls built and maintained all year round. Counting the caravans and local militia resting in the villages, even a large beastman tribe with thousands of people cannot easily break through them.

Those backward aberration monsters did not have decent firearms, and even a small Minotaur tribe had to be defeated by artillery.

And it was such a well-defended village fortress that quietly lost its entire population.

There are no traces of the battle, just an empty ghost village standing in the wilderness.

Caravan after caravan reported to each other, and merchants from Altdorf shared intelligence openly with merchants from Wesenland and Westland.

Based on each other's movements, they deduced the specific time when the village fell - within three days.

Every human being on this road was informed exactly, and Sherlock struggled to squeeze through the blocked commercial road to the front, approaching the village's outer wall, which was five or six meters high.

Sentry towers stand majestically in all directions of the village, and there are no traces of any exchange of fire between the inner and outer walls.

The gate of the village has been violently broken open by the merchant's guards, and the rows of wooden houses behind the two high walls are shrouded in deathly silence.

Sherlock was allowed to patrol the village with the guards. None of them could destroy the clues on the scene. There were already traders with sufficient supplies heading to Altdorf. They only needed to wait for the wizards sent by the Imperial Academy of Magic to arrive.

There are no decent mages in the town of Ulbric, which is the closest town to here.

Sherlock paid careful attention to the walls and streets. The unusually smooth ground gave him a preliminary inference, but he was not sure.

It was as if something had peeled off a layer of the earth, leaving a lingering stench on the ground.

The houses on both sides of the road showed no signs of being opened, except that the flower pots and drying racks were empty.

The uneasy premonition made Sherlock purse his lips, and when he came to the fields in the village, he almost bit his lip.

There is nothing left in the soil, and even the soil is missing a layer visible to the naked eye.

Who can't see that this is a good thing done by the Rat Man?

Only they would not let go of the mud. They had eaten this whole village clean, and it was whiter than the emperor's face!

They always move in groups and only do things they are sure of, leaving nothing behind.

Ha, some people really can't see that these idiot natives of the empire are still meditating.

Haven't you ever heard the story about the Rat Man? Or do they really regard the Skaven as a legend?

So where did the rats that could easily eat up the village go?