Chapter 347 Hospitality

Sherlock felt dizzy.

The nearest rat nest is in Altdorf, and they can only come from Altdorf.

A small group of rats cannot silently eat up a transportation hub. Only a large group of rats that can even defeat the imperial army is qualified to cause such an effect.

Did they go to Ulborik, south of the Trade Road? Or rushed along Glenburg to Nunn? Or is he eyeing the Steele Territory or Talabek Territory?

If they were heading north, Sherlock would have bumped into them on the way.

but no.

Will Sherlock continue to go south? Is the South still safe?

To be able to eat only the living creatures in the village without affecting other rats, there must be a high-level ratman with a screaming death knell that can drive them.

What does a screaming knell mean?

The lives of millions of slave rats cannot be exchanged for one screaming death knell.

Perhaps all the human settlements along the southern branch of the Reik River were deserted.

A Gray Seer? Or is a certain great warlord declaring war on an imperial territory?

Have their numbers reached a threshold and are they ready to use war to reduce their numbers?

Big trouble.

Sherlock would rather face the devil than face the endless tide of rats.

The melodious bell echoed underground, and a pair of blood-red eyes that had been extremely timid in the past were lost in the sound of the bell, rushing toward the southeast at the call of the Rat God.

Ictor Talon tried hard not to look at the Gray Prophet on the Screaming Death Knell, fearing that it would not be able to resist using a dimensional bomb to kill the bastard that suddenly rode on its head.

The last time I saw it was in Lustria, this white-haired flea spurned by the Horned Rat was still a small clan leader.

Who knows what treasure it found in Lustria, and what kind of despicable deal it made with the Essien clan?

Now, even the Gray Seers of Borrior can yell at the great Ict.

The Congress should change its spokesperson. Even that idiot Chuanquillo is more pleasing to the eye.

Ictor glanced at the engineering warlocks around him viciously. When he noticed that a giant ship of destruction was driven near it, it decisively moved closer to the Doomsday Death Knell.

It was the one who researched that thing, and it knew better than anyone else how unreliable the Great Wheel of Destruction was.

It's best to blow up some engineering warlocks that it doesn't like.

The horned rat did not respond to its prayer, and the green giant wheel slid further forward smoothly. Ictor did not wait for the explosion.

Maybe it should invent a new, more reliable gadget, preferably one that could blow up the entire underworld and let all the Skaven know that Ictor is greater than Senator Mosquita.

The Destruction Ball still needs improvement. It can only destroy a city of human gadgets, and it doesn't have enough energy.

Where can I find a more abundant source of energy?

Lynch activated the scepter again, cleared out another wave of undead, and successfully reached the so-called Handorf Village.

This is a small village on the border of northern Sylvania, and its name is not even recorded anywhere.

The human prisoner he caught halfway stammered and sold out all the local rulers, except for how many wives the vampire named Crouch von Carstein had.

This is a vampire who is said to have lived for hundreds of years. It is barely considered ancient among vampires. At least it has met its ancestor and did not die at the hands of endless witch hunters.

Humans call it the "Black Viscount", and the castle it occupies was recorded in the history of Sylvania six hundred years ago.

It should know where the thing Lynch wants is. Lynch is only worried about accidentally killing this dead thing that was spurned by the ancient saint.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the prestigious Black Viscount seemed to have received the order and gave up defending the Hahndorf Fortress. Just when Lynch was aware of its exact location, it decisively fled to the south.

What follows is a boring race, the outcome sealed when Lynch whips up the cool wind and tears the air with a blast as his body sweeps across the earth at high speed.

A long sword hit Lin Qi halfway, and was broken by Lin Qi at a faster speed.

The broad sword formed by the gathering of shadows shattered into a torrent of magic. The being holding the sword did not get entangled with Lin Qi. He simply escaped decisively with one blow and disappeared into the west.

It's really disgusting, and it uses various despicable ways to express its presence to Lynch from time to time.

What's even more disgusting is that only by taking away the ring can you have a chance to kill it completely.

Lynch didn't hesitate at all and continued running towards his firmly locked target in the south. After a few breaths, he easily grasped the vampire's body with his left claw.

Viscount Crouch hit Lynch's scales with his sword in vain, successfully creating several blood marks on Lynch's body.

Before the blood had time to flow out, or even before it had time to dissipate into magic particles, it was completely covered by the healed scales.

It was such a hospitable host that after discovering that physical damage was completely ineffective for Lynch, it even recited a magic spell during its frantic struggle.

That may be the famous "Curse of Time", which can even make elves age and die in an instant.

Lynch only felt that he had grown a little stronger. The negligible improvement in his physique made him completely lose interest in continuing to listen to the vampire's incantation. He would have to age for tens of thousands of years before his scales could become thicker.

Lifespan is as cheap as gold to cold-blooded species.

The terrifying brute force of the vampire was in vain as Lynch slowly closed his claws. Its strength was about the same as that of a newborn lizard man, and Lynch now even had the confidence to hold down the head of a giant dragon and crush it to pieces. .

The constant creaking and breaking sounds were the result of the vampire's resistance. Lynch almost pinched it into two pieces, but in the end he left enough space to hold it firmly.

The undead scratched wildly, even biting Lynch's arm like a wild beast, and at the same time tore off the disguise, trying to reveal his true form.

Lynch had to change it into a more obedient posture - a head.

What a bad negotiation, Lynch now wants to capture Teclis to capture the vampire's soul, but the Archmage would be better off staying near the Temple of Daha.

Lynch tore off the vampire's newly grown flesh over and over again until it exhausted the energy in its soul and could no longer heal itself.

The desire for blood even outweighed its fear, and Lynch had to put it on the ground so that it could lick enough blood to maintain its sanity.

Friendship will always be rewarded. Lynch got the location of an ancient holy stone tablet, and the vampire hoped to exchange it for its freedom with other information.

Lynch satisfied it, giving it to More, not Sotek.

The human god of the dead allows it to return to spiritual freedom after death.

Of course, this also deprived Lynch of clues about other stone slabs, but he could look for a few more hospitable hosts. Sylvania was only so big, so it was much easier than searching for stone slabs all over the world.

If only there were demon toads paying attention here.