Chapter 424 Herd of Beasts
They are no longer human beings. Ever since they colluded with the beastmen, they have crossed that red line.
They could make several caravans disappear into the forest, and they might even dare to prevent an inner circle knight who revealed the truth from returning to Middenheim.
Lothair should have guessed that many of his colleagues died in this forest. They did not die in the siege of beastmen or greenskins, but died from the sword behind them.
Among the death information recorded by the church, how many of the White Wolf knights who were "buried in the attacks of beastmen" really died under the axes of beastmen?
Ruoyouruowu's peek interrupted the inner ring knight's thinking. He silently widened the distance from his companions. This would cause him to lose the coordination of his colleagues, and his side and behind would no longer be safe.
But after learning the truth, he found that it had never been safe there.
He had to tell the deputy, could the deputy still be trusted?
The Elector had not yet returned, and Ulric the Great was still away on an expedition. Lothair had thought that Middenheim was as safe as a beacon in the darkness. Even if a large number of knights followed the army to distant places, it would still be as safe as yesterday.
A vague and vague chill squeezed the knight's heartbeat.
He guessed that since he left the city tonight, the group of people had never thought of letting him go back alive.
The knight took a deep breath, and he smelled the approaching stench in the forest. He was familiar with this smell. He had killed hundreds, not thousands, of beastmen.
Anger and unwillingness did not make Lotaire despair. On the contrary, his eyes shone like a wolf in the fading clouds. There was no cowardice in them, only cruel determination.
He comforted the restless war horse with his hands. Maybe the fate of this beast would stop here. After all, it was a weak herbivorous beast, just a tool to carry warriors to the battlefield.
Its mission has been completed, and Rotel's has just begun.
The old white wolf bared his teeth toward the increasingly rampant darkness. He saw the horns hidden by branches and weeds. Like hunting winter wolves, this group of beasts had set up an encirclement.
Lotaire once again distanced himself from his companions, like a beast ready to attack, not only confronting the approaching hyenas, but also faintly resisting the crowd.
After several fruitless attempts, the former comrades impatiently tore off their disguises and openly turned their spearheads. The darkness hid their ferocious profiles, and the afterglow of the setting sun only illuminated their sharp weapons that reflected the cold light.
The first person to break the confrontation was not one of the three parties, but a blue flame rising from under Lothair.
The long-trained war horse whined and fell into the flames as soon as it came face to face. Lotaire nimbly turned over and jumped to one side, avoiding the indigo flames thrown by the warlock again.
The weeds shrouded in flames instantly transformed into squirming living flesh, and the ferocious mouthparts subconsciously bit into all directions. The knight who had expected it smoothly made a move and blocked the scattered arrows with his hammer.
Their accuracy is a bit off.
"I don't want this, Lotaire, you shouldn't fight against us, join us and act like nothing happened, or die!"
The knight's adjutant growled and took off his charging lance.
What responded to him was the spear accurately thrown by the knight. Even though he was prepared, the adjutant could not completely avoid it.
It was too sharp, like a bullet, not at the speed that a human could throw.
Before the adjutant fell off his horse, the other knights had already launched a decisive charge, and the long-dormant beastmen were exposed with a roar after the sun completely set.
Lothair threw out the unsuitable weapons one after another, leaving only the war hammer and a spare battle ax.
He is the most outstanding person in this group. His former subordinates and apprentices were smashed from their horses by daggers, short swords, long swords, and knight's staffs like dogs in the water. In the end, the only ones who were able to whizz past Lotaire were frightened. The ownerless war horse.
After Lotaire avoided another red flame spear thrown by the dark warlock, he suddenly struck the big horned beast with a hammer and broke its neck.
He howled like a wild beast, carving a bloody path south against the tide of beasts.
But he was keenly aware of another group of knights coming from afar. He wisely gave up returning to Middenheim and then headed north to fight.
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Sherrent seized the opportunity and suddenly raised his staff after another big horned beast entangled the white wolf knight.
A wave of pink flames spurted out from the top of the staff, scorching the horned beasts on the road in the warlock's ferocious smile. The vast pink fire engulfed the beastmen who were still entangled with the White Wolf Knight, and then drowned them again. A figure wrapped in heavy armor.
After the wave of flames dissipated, there was only ashes left along the path, but at the end of the path, a half-burnt bloody man stood in intact armor.
His flames can overcome all obstacles, but fail to kill the target.
A dangerous roar resounded in the throat of the charred figure, and the "Master of Change" was suddenly startled. Before the bloody man turned his green eyes over, he used the power of the devil to escape into the distance.
Maybe they shouldn't cause trouble. The stubborn knight is too difficult to deal with, and such casualties are unnecessary.
In North Duncanwald Forest, Lynch's carriage drove into the countryside surrounded by wooden walls just before dark. Fortunately, the local people were brave and accepted the group directly after checking their identity.
Lin Qi sneaked in openly. Even though it was already dark, there were still children playing on the paths in the village.
The men are still busy cutting up the prey, and the women are cleaning the hides by the light in the house.
Two or three teenagers chased the girl, wearing decent wolf skins and singing nursery rhymes.
"Old white wolf~with long braids~"
The boy tried his best to make faces, imitating the wild wolf, and chased his companions comically.
"Old white wolf~smell the blood~"
They bared their teeth and claws like harmless cubs, and Lynch knew they would grow strong sooner or later.
"Old white wolf~capture you!"
The boys all pounced, but the girls nimbly avoided them and even turned around to make faces.
"Old white wolf~ I will tear you apart!" The boys scattered in all directions, but they were not as developed as the girls at this time. Even if they caught up, they would only be beaten severely by the girls.
Lynch made way for them and passed by after their chase and fight.
A few exhausted children looked curiously at Lynch's direction. The lizard man knew they saw him, but he was not sure what they saw. Was it a ball of fire or a scaly monster?
Before they were about to take action and entangle Lynch, he suddenly accelerated and left the venue.
The sky was completely dark, and the stars in the sky were shining brightly. There was no evil moon to spoil Lin Qi's mood.
Lin Qi used his eyes to find out the constellations of the ancient saints one by one. The guardian of warriors, the ancient saint who bestowed cold-blooded scale armor, Kuiji was the closest to the human world.