Chapter 1190 Markus Kruber

Along the way, Victor had become somewhat numb to the strength of the elves. In the eyes of witch hunters, the extremely difficult guys could only resist Elvis's sword at most, and then they became broken bodies on the roadside.

There were not many Chaos wizards, mainly some imperial traitors who believed in Chaos without distinction, and they were the guides for the wizards.

Adhering to the principle that heretics and cowards were equally guilty, Victor personally judged everyone without emotion.

It was not until a guy wearing a Chaos octagonal black robe appeared that the speed of the two people's clearing was slowed down.

The wizard was tall, half a head taller than a normal northerner in terms of physique, at least three meters and five meters tall, with a tattered black robe wrapped around the Chaos Dwarf fine steel plate armor inside.

An evil staff symbolizing destruction emitted black light, and the objects irradiated died immediately.

"Serpent God's choice, you already know the omen of the double-tailed comet, which is the beginning of destruction."

"You talk too much nonsense." Elvis swung his obsidian sword. Saying one more word to the chaos scum is disloyal to the God.

The wizard chattered non-stop, shaking his head as if entering a psychedelic dream, in which he saw the revelation given by the gods.

"I saw the messenger of doom riding the horse of destruction, trampling the earth, and the tide of darkness surged from behind him... He has seen through the face of the false god and dedicated his loyalty to the dark gods. Only chaos is the truth."

"It's really... blasphemy." Elvis sighed. This is indeed the truth. Now the halo of the double-tailed comet is still hanging in the sky, making it impossible for everyone to predict what will happen in the future.

The prophet is doing his best to hunt rats to fulfill the prophecy of destruction. The turmoil in Ulthuan continues. The Phoenix King has no intention of paying attention to the double-tailed comet. All his attention is on the bloodline that is about to be born.

The dark portal of Lustria began to loosen again, and the beastmen in the distant south were ready to move. The world was about to start turbulence.

"Victor... Kill him."

Victor drew out his long sword, his expression extremely solemn. He was born to fight for Sigmar's will.

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Ostermark, one of the most remote and poorest provinces in the empire, was very helpless in the past because of its proximity to Kislev.

The greenskins and undead from the mountains on the edge of the world all like to go to human land to make money, and some roving thieves from the northern countries also like to come to the south.

Serving here is a difficult thing. The environment is harsh, the supplies are poor, and the elector has little funds to provide additional subsidies to the provincial soldiers. In addition to the firm belief in Yurik, it is difficult for anyone to rely on willpower alone to persist until death.

Markus Kruber, the captain of the sword soldier team of Ostermark, has only served for four years. He has become a well-known person in the legion through his amazing talent and willpower, as well as his huge drinking capacity.

Today, after a fight with the greenskins, Marcus, who was using inferior beer to numb his nerves, heard some not-so-good news.

"Marcus, Commander Pepys asked you to see him."

Marcus was stunned, and felt that the malt liquor in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

Could it be that this miser was going to catch some handle and was going to deduct half of the team's salary?

Damn it!

He gulped the malt liquor into his mouth, and his rough movements made the newly grown beard covered with beer. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the command post.

Sometimes, Marcus couldn't help thinking, why not run to Kislev in the north and join the Patriotic Army.

Although the Patriotic Army's salary is not high, their rules and regulations are very strict, and they can provide the best subsidies for every soldier.

It is the soldier's duty to go into battle and kill the enemy, and what the commander has to do is to ensure victory and let them have no worries.

During the celebration, there will be unlimited supply of malt liquor, vodka, and brandy...

Thinking of this, Marcus couldn't help licking his dry lips. He hadn't drunk brandy from his hometown of Uberek for a long time.

Commander Pepys had a bloated face and a huge body leaning on a wooden chair, making people wonder if the leather armor would be broken by his belly.

Seeing Marcus coming, Pepys raised his thin eyebrows: "Kruber, do you have any connections in Reikland?"

"No, I'm just a farmer's son."

"What about Kislev?"

"I don't speak Kislevian."

"What about the Church of Sigmar?"

"I believe in Tal, the king of the gods."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Pepys pressed a document on the table and said sarcastically: "Then how do you explain that Judith, the Caledonian ambassador to Kislev, specifically asked the Ostermark provincial troops to find a man named Marcus Kruber and hoped that he would come to Erlengrad."

"What? Elf ambassador, what does this have to do with me." Marcus was not playing dumb, he really didn't know.

He had only seen elves a few times in his life, and they were scholars doing geological research in Ostermark. He didn't even know their surnames. How could there be any connection?

Pepys asked Marcus to come over and handed him the document. Then he narrowed his eyes and said flatteringly: "Kruber, I treat you well, don't I?"

After taking the document, Marcus was troubled by a problem. He couldn't read.

After hearing what the commander said, he nodded immediately: "I think so. You take good care of me."

"That's good. Let me arrange a carriage for you to go to Erlengrad. You can say a few good words for me in front of Ambassador Judith and ask him to say Pepys Eden of Ostermark when he communicates with the Empire next time..."

Marcus, unwilling to listen, nodded immediately, "I understand, I understand, but is this document really for me?"

"If your hometown is Uberik, and you believe in Tal, you are a hunter, and you like to drink brandy, this is for you."

Extremely weird...

Marcus, without much consideration, was forced to take the carriage arranged by the commander. In fact, he had no choice. Ostermark has been receiving friendly assistance from Kislev for many years. After the National Defense Army proposed a bill called the Five-Year Plan, the originally weak and cold country has now developed at a level not inferior to the Empire.

Erengrad, the port city at the end of the Claw Sea, has become the pearl of the human race in the north, a strange city that brings together all races in the world.

The guard at the gate looked at Marcus suspiciously. The description on the document has the signature and personal seal of Ambassador Caledor. Judging from the incident, it is not Caledor's state affairs, but only a private matter.

But who is Judith? He is the emperor in Kislev, and every general of the Patriotic Army regards him as a mentor.

There are some rumors that the first step for the Tsar of Kislev to ascend to the throne is to come to the embassy in Erengrad and explain to Judith that after the coronation, there will be no influence on Caledor. (End of this chapter)