Warhammer Seal

Chapter 47 Sylvania

"Wende, I don't have a god of my own."

This fragile voice actually came from Ruixi, a dark elf. Wende had always thought that dark elves were ruthless, and only now did he realize that he was wrong.

Of course, he has seen Ruixi's situation many times. The more people take their faith as their pillar, the more they will collapse if they lose their faith.

She immediately understood one thing, the gods the elves believed in were all fake.

It is a group of ancient survivors who absorb the power of faith in vain, but do nothing for the believers. They are not gods.

Rishi was crying, honestly, it's a million times harder to make a dark elf cry than to make her bleed.

Wende had no choice but to stop first, sitting next to Ruixi and slowly patting her on the back.

The dark elves' family concept is relatively weak, coupled with the cold nature of the elves, Ruixi has never been loved by others, and at the same time she has lost the gods she has always respected and loved. Although she has not suffered any trauma, her body is weak at this time Unbearable.

She has to find a new faith to survive.

"Wend, can I trust you?"

"Me? I'm just a mortal. If you really want to find a belief, you might as well believe in yourself. It's better to ask God than to ask yourself."

Wende laughed, but he didn't dare to let go of Ruixi's hand.

I can only give her warmth from myself first, and then pray that she can get out of the predicament as soon as possible and look at the sun again.

"Do I believe in myself?"

Ruixi spread her hands, looking at the thick calluses and healing wounds on her hands, and at the same time clenched her fists for a moment.

"I'm going to believe in myself."

"Great."

Wende finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, as an elf over 100 years old, not an adolescent human child, Ruixi quickly came out of the sinking and found the same belief as Wende.

That's mortal.

This will eventually be a world of mortals and has nothing to do with gods.

It's a pity that the time is too urgent, and there is not even a little time for Wende and Ruixi to rest.

Karl should have received his letter by this time, and with his wisdom and his own dictionary, he will definitely attack Swartz Harbor immediately.

After the Empire captured Swartz Harbor, there was only one option left, and that was to attack the stronghold of the Vampire Count with all its strength: Castle Duncanhof.

Wende's time is running out. Although all magicians have felt strange ripples in the wind of chaos from the north, everyone thinks that this is just an ordinary magic wave.

Only Wend knows what will happen in the northern Chaos Wasteland.

The time of the end is counting down from now, and there are still three years left.

After three years, chaos will gradually invade.

The first one to come will be Tzeentch's army, Sassoril, the white crow on the shoulder of the old consultant, fled back to the Chaos Realm after being swayed by Wende, and will be the first to return to the old world demon.

Next to come will be Khorne's army, Krek Suneater, the first dracoli, who helped the Everchosen Asawa Kul to capture Prag, north of Kislev.

The third one will be the army of Slaanesh, Prince Sigwald the Beauty, the word pervert can no longer describe him.

The fourth, and the last to arrive, is the Eternal Chosen: Archaon.

One is bigger than the other, and one alone will put the world in danger of destroying the world, and there are ratmen in the south who may assist in destroying the world at any time.

And all of this left Wende with less than three years.

"Wend, Wend, Wend!"

Ruixi called Wende three times, and then he turned his gaze back from the north.

"There is some movement in front of us. I don't know if it's a vampire or a human being."

As Ruixi said, the elf's keenness allowed her to see far away. On the edge of the forest not far away, there was indeed a figure sitting beside a wooden post.

The whole body is covered with a coarse cloth cloak, but the blue cloth under the cloak reveals the identity of this guy.

"White wolf!"

"Wende, and, elf, you really came to Sylvania."

The guy sitting on the edge of the forest and eating barbecue was none other than the white wolf hunter who had lifted the corruption of Chaos before Wende. He had the body of a beastman and the will of a human.

It seems that after leaving Wende, he has not been corrupted, and still maintains human habits.

To eat, of course, is to light a fire and eat the prey after hunting, instead of eating birds and beasts raw with hair and blood like the beastman.

Moved quickly to a position so that Wende and Ruixi could warm up by the campfire.

Then handed over two pieces of barbecue skewered on the wood, so that the two could eat some hot food and meat. Sylvania's living standard is not good.

Although it has the teeth and mouth of a beastman, the white wolf still eats exactly like a human being. Even though it looks like a monster, it still believes that it is a human being.

And a human would not go to Sylvania to travel without incident.

"Have you found the enemy vampire yet?"

Wende still remembers the past, and this is the only motivation for White Wolf to live.

"I found it, in a small fort near Duncanhof Castle, a nobleman among vampires, with red hair."

This revenge can weaken the power of the vampires in Dunkenhof Castle, which happens to be Wende's goal.

"Need help? It seems that our goals are the same."

The white wolf didn't speak, just nodded, and sprinkled a layer of wet mud on the fire.

"Time to act."

The Sylvanian Forest is the easternmost territory of the human empire in the entire Old World, a terrifying forest that adjoins the Territory of Steele and the Territory of Ostermark.

Long before the von Carsteins came to the Sylvanian Forest and turned into vampires, the forest had long been considered a sinister place.

After all, the location of this place is too strange, causing the wind of death to rage here for a long time, and the best use of everything has become a place for the Imperial Amethyst mages to study in exile.

The nearby residents will dig deeper when they bury the dead here than in other areas. There is also an unwritten custom for the dead buried here to face down to prevent the dead from climbing out of the ground easily after waking up.

That's right, long before the vampires appeared in this place, the dead would have crawled out of the graves to attack the living, causing the population of Sylvania to keep dying, and the local nobles didn't care about the governance of the town.

This has resulted in an unbridgeable gulf between peasants and nobles, even wider than in Bretonnia.

In the end, it was the Vampire Count who replaced the original ruler of Sylvania and called himself an orthodox nobleman.

With vampires who are good at using necromancers sitting in town, the local undead have begun to be effectively controlled, and there will be no more brainless undead attacking residents.

Moreover, only blood tax is paid here, and life pressure is less than that of Bretonnia and even some imperial regions, which has led to the local residents' worship and support of vampires.

This also led to the Sylvanians still being able to live unharmed when the Territory of Steele was ravaged by the undead.

So outsiders like Wende are not welcomed in any way.

Karl's army will not be regarded by the local residents as liberators, but pure invaders.

(End of this chapter)