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Karis did not have the capital to refuse an apology, so he had to continue to stay in the carriage, staying with unknown aliens and similar people who seemed to have evil intentions.

He only knew that this group of people was also going south. It might be that they discovered Karis's little secret, or it might be for other unknown reasons. In short, Karis had no choice.

The doctor stood quietly by the window on the left side of the carriage, watching the trees passing by with concern.

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There is an evil force unknown to humans hidden in the Duncanwald Forest, and every Imperial man has heard of it in stories.

The Empire once established a province in the forest, but it was eventually lost to the uprising of the beastmen.

To date, only a few heavily fortified fortresses are located in forests, and from time to time some fortresses are swallowed up by the forest.

Rumors of powerful necromancers endure, and beasts and greenskins are regular characters in the stories, but that's just the surface of evil.

Most of the empire is covered with forests. People have long been accustomed to the existence of these evils and have been forced to accept them over the long years.

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In Middenheim, Captain Green of the White Wolf Knights led his team to replace his colleagues who were patrolling the city. After taking over the post, the knights rode out of the city with great enthusiasm.

No matter how arrogant the guards are, they will pay tribute to them. There are not many warriors who dare to fight against the dark existence outside Middenheim day and night.

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Ge Lin rode a tall war horse and scanned every passerby with aggressive eyes.

Passers-by will salute them, and naturally, there will be many fearful looks, especially those Sigma cultists who come to Middenheim to do business.

The followers of the White Wolf God have always been skeptical of Sigmar. In their view, Sigmar is just a king blessed by Ulric, not a god.

To worship Sigma as a god is undoubtedly blasphemy to the true god, and to use the name of a false god to suppress believers of other true gods is an extremely transgressive act.

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Anyone with more experience as a trader knows that winter has passed, and now it’s the annual beastman raiding season.

They are a group of bandits that cannot be killed. Fortunately, the garrisons in various places will clean up the larger herds in time. Passers-by are safe as long as the merchants are not too unlucky and encounter a large-scale animal herd attack in advance.

When a group of tall knights roared over, every vendor felt an unprecedented sense of peace of mind. The gods witnessed their fear along the way, and they finally regained a sense of security near Middenheim.

On the broad Middenheim Avenue, a group of merchants who were relatively out of touch with the large army looked at the smoke in the south and the knights in the smoke, admiring and praying as frequently as the sound of horse hooves.

The knights obviously had no intention of slowing down to greet the caravan, and everyone thought it was a passing encounter.

It wasn't until the two sides passed each other and a group of knights reined in their horses behind the crowd that the leader of the Guardian Captain realized something was wrong.

It was too late. No one knew why the knights of the empire raised their lances against the citizens of the empire. The unexpected charge directly disrupted the caravan array. When the defenders hurriedly tried to fight the enemy with crossbows and spears, the knights Already, the crowd was wielding battle axes and hammers, knocking out pieces of blood.

The remaining people tried to resist, but how could they, mercenaries and merchants, be the opponents of professional soldiers?

Before the crossbowman could pull the trigger, he was nailed to the ground by the spear thrown immediately. The array of spearmen was torn apart by the knights who attacked from behind, and what followed was a one-sided massacre.

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Green searched for prey in the pool of blood. Each knight found the target. They dismounted and each of them dragged out a still alive man from among the corpses and scattered goods.

At this moment, a passing caravan saw the tragedy here from a distance. Before they turned back in panic, some knights had already flexibly mounted their horses and started another round of massacre.

Green dragged the man in his hand behind the trees on the side of the road, took out the dagger from his waist, and cut a shallow gash in the man's head.

Along the bloody scalp, the knight ignored the man's whining and begging for mercy, and ruthlessly tore off the man's scalp with blood and flesh.

Seeing that the man was about to faint from the pain, the knight skillfully took out the stimulant and injected it into the human body without measuring.

From the beginning to the end, the victim was unable to sleep or died early. His screaming expression was frozen in the bones, and the skin on his head was torn along his body to his ankles. The flesh in the bones was trembling crazily, but He was pinned to the tree stump by the soldier's brute force.

A fresh bloody skull was made in just a few moments, a ritual dedicated to the Blood God.

The soldiers drank blood and chewed human flesh. The unsatisfied warriors launched a duel to the death with each other. Here they finally no longer had to suppress themselves.

Every passerby near Middenheim knows that there has been another beastman attack recently.

According to eyewitnesses, they only saw goods trampled by animal hooves and blood on the road.

On one side of the road, people also discovered an evil ritual venue set up by beastmen.

It is said that the knights of Middenheim subsequently discovered the herd, and several knights were killed in the chase and battle. All the city gate guards who were on duty at noon saw the knights who returned with wounds all over their bodies.

It looked terrible, and everyone should respect them for their selfless dedication to guarding the borders and countryside of the empire.

Do you believe him? Rotel, the captain of the White Wolf Knights on duty at night, asked his adjutant.

In South Duncanwald Forest, silence spreads along the ancient path in the evening.

This was not the answer Lothair wanted.

There are indeed traces of beastmen. They should ask for help from the city first. Rotel said to himself, his blood cooling in the evening wind.

The middle-aged man with a thick black beard carefully examined the scattered animal hooves on the ground, and cryptically observed his colleagues under the setting sun, while his beating heartbeat gradually stabilized.

He could convince himself that those colleagues were just a little more extreme. They still followed Ulric's teachings, but they were immature and acted more extreme. They were still fighting for the empire.

There are no intact corpses on this battlefield. Beastmen have indeed been here.

It was time to prepare for the worst. Lotaire gritted his teeth. Not everyone trusted them, even if they seemed normal.

How many of the colleagues who stayed in Middenheim are trustworthy?

Sadness surged through the knight's veins and spread throughout his body.

He should have gone on an expedition with Great Ulric. Even if he died in battle, it would be better than being suspicious of his colleagues like now. The knight calmed down and quickly got rid of the regret and hesitation in his heart.