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But we can contact Zacharias the Immortal.

A familiar name, but it's a pity that he is not my old friend. I really hope he has the same level of magic as Wosolun. If I remember correctly, he is dormant in the forest in the north of the empire?

Yes, Your Excellency, we can purchase his services.

Just let him stay in the north. Just let him show his face recently. A snake hiding in the grass is more dangerous than a tiger.

Don't you need Nikolaich's magic masters to come to Sylvania to assist in the defense?

Master of Magic? Vlad pronounced the word with emphasis, accompanied by a sneer that was either sarcastic or mocking.

It seems that the Carstein family does not need magical support. Maybe you are more interested in Usuoran's whereabouts.

Neferata should teach you how to briefly express any useful information.

If Usuoran now dares to look directly at the shame of his descendants turning into beasts, let him give up the ruins of his poor empire and fight for the new empire with his most proud descendants.

The man's impatient whispers drifted in the wind, and the miserable, dense withered grass stopped swaying in the wind.

A graceful figure trembled in the shadows, trembling, fearful of the man's inexplicable anger, but nothing happened.

The gentle man stepped out of the shadows, and the moonlight illuminated his half-ferocious, half-peaceful face.

He did not take off his disguise in the end, and the rotten, ugly flesh on his left half was quickly wrapped by a layer of delicate skin. Appearance was the vampire's best disguise, and language was their most powerful weapon.

The beast in his heart urged Vlad to tear everything apart and vent his blood lust roughly and directly.

But he did not obey the call of his heart. He just said goodbye to the messenger of Laemia impatiently and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The descendants of Sigmar turned to the Mountain Kingdom for help.

And it was a request directly from the Emperor, in the name of Sigmar.

The dwarves prefer to regard it as Sigma's call after two thousand years.

They must send troops, and every dwarf clan has a reason to send troops, because Sigmar is a friend of the dwarves.

Khalid Shield of the Mountains was supposed to go directly to Karak Kaderin and head to Kislev with the army, but now he was diverted halfway to Torrent Pass.

About three hundred dwarves like him were resting in the Torrent Pass, waiting for the official announcement from the empire.

There should have been more dwarves coming to aid the human allies, but they just couldn't get away.

The green skins were unusually scarce some time ago, but have suddenly become denser in recent days.

All signs point to a terrible fact - there is a green tide heading north.

That Rat Man dares to stare at you! Boss! They are challenging the Iron Claw Tribe!

Waagh!

Coward Fermat successfully redirected the green tide with just one sentence, because the greenskins had to find some fights every day, otherwise the huge green tide would probably be dispersed.

Out of some unknown mentality, he specifically picked the strongholds of ratmen and undead to stir up Gorbad's temper.

No greenskin wants to delve into the idea of ​​a gadget, they just want a fight.

If he doesn't find some enemies for him, Hotar may be found out sooner or later.

But there is currently no one available in the north.

Plagg, the Mirror God, hides in a pair of eyes, hidden deep in the minds of mortals, avoiding the cold-blooded species wandering around the city.

Things are getting worse.

In the old city, in a small cafe that had just been built, in the eyes of a thin wealthy businessman, the figure wrapped in blue flames listened to the noise under the night, and he missed the pollution and distortion here a month ago.

At that time, Plagg was still a cursed city, and it even had unclear connections with the Chaos Demon Realm. It could cause partial mutations in Plagg at any time.

But now that the ubiquitous pollution is gone, the singing and dancing Mrs. Kislev even dares to drink and sing in the dark night, instead of hiding in the house to pray to the ferocious-looking shrines and offering sacrifices to unknown gods as before. In exchange for safety.

so terrible.

The city has never been so bad.

How can any human being dare to light a lamp in the dark and talk to each other like during the day?

In the past, Hotar would have thought this was a fresh change, but now it is tired of seeing such changes, and it would rather deflect the change to the other side, so that humans can experience a different kind of terror.

The security picture has been going on for too long and this place needs to change.

Maybe the Chaos Dwarves now need a certain amount of slaves to relieve the pressure of fighting the Greenskins, and Lady Kisri is a good choice.

The long, breathing sound like a giant dragon's breathing vaguely emerged in the noisy downtown. The danger in the eyes of the devil stopped thinking, and alertly used all spying methods to search for the enemy's location.

He's not here, he hasn't entered the inner city yet, but he's almost there.

You can't stay in this place, otherwise Hotar's journey will end here.

Its tricks can deceive mortals, and can fool mages and even priests of false gods, but they cannot fool annoying cold-blooded creatures. The reptiles seem to have a special way of perception, especially some kind of accurate premonition.

Dealing with reptiles will always turn into an endless battle. No Tzeentch demon likes to wrestle with the stupid green ones. They are not good at fighting for the field of power.

What's worse is that the individual that Hotal is facing now is immune to the effects of the magic field that it is better at. If he really wants to deal with that entity head-on, Hotal might as well reveal his true form and rely on the demon's power far beyond that of ordinary people. Physical fitness to fight.

That's a nightmare future.

It's not Carlos, it won't be thrown to the ground ingloriously like Carlos, and it can even briefly confront the bloodthirsty without using magic.

Only a fool will think about using violence to solve the enemy all day long. Even if it has to rely on strength, it will choose to fight in a more dignified way.

It doesn't like fighting.

But the other party is obviously not a reasonable being.

The sound of long breathing became clearer and clearer, as if a strong wind was sweeping across the city.

The candlelights in the tavern swayed abnormally, the wind-like roar suddenly stopped, and the flames returned to stability.

The blue flames in the eyes of the wealthy businessman solidified in an instant, and Hotar took a stiff step back into the depths of human thinking. With the help of the connection between shadows and mirrors, he quietly and quietly transferred into the new depraved thinking.

It hid in the hotel opposite the tavern, closed its presence in the real world, and quietly nestled deep in the human mind, not even daring to let go of its perception of the outside world.

It listens for unusual movements in the noise with the help of human's lower senses, but human senses are always slow. It can only hear the shouts of drunken girls, the booing among drunkards, and the discussions of pedestrians on the street.

Nothing abnormal happened, just like the cold-blooded species didn't enter the city, but it dared to swear to Tzeentch that the reptile definitely entered the city.