Chapter 1249 Priest

It is never easy to find someone reliable, especially the elf mage whom Victor found. The fear he showed after meeting the Shadow Walker gave the witch hunter a headache. He bluntly stated that if he didn't His Majesty's handwriting will not join a human team.

It would take two days for Altdorf to assemble his troops, and Victor had to arrive at Karak Dreadnaught in advance before the army set off.

This means that he only has one day to find the right candidate.

One morning passed, and he was looking for people in the mercenary market with a large amount of gold coins. However, his identity as a witch hunter made many people wait and see. In addition, the price offered by the High King was higher. It was better to work for the dwarves than for the witch hunters. It's not a question of choice.

Gragrim, who was watching all the way, kept mumbling. He felt that Victor was wasting time: "Salzpyre, we don't have time to waste in Altdorf. The compatriots of Karak Dreadnought are waiting for hope."

"I know, but...don't you think it's too difficult for three people to carry out this secret mission? We need at least one attacker and a mage."

The Butcher swore in dwarf language. When facing the greenskins, magic was not as reliable as expected. The waagh position could effectively affect the use of magic. At the human level, the small number of mages was just a burden.

Shadow Walker, who had not interrupted, now said in a hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered: "I recommend that you find a magic swordsman, who can perfectly meet your requirements."

"I know...but where can I find the magic swordsman?" Victor sighed. He was not a big shot. The relationship between the mages and the church had always been bad. This task was assigned by the elves, so he couldn't jump on it. The Magic Academy said on its face, "The Phoenix King wants to tell you something. Let your most powerful mage come with me."

Shadow Walker was silent for a long time. It was his duty to cooperate with the mission and provide information: "The Great Horned Viper has an office in Altdorf, and some of Sotek's followers have the ability to perform divine magic."

Giant-horned viper... Victor thought for a while and thought that this seemed to work, so he asked the Shadow Walker to take him and the dwarves to the place where the blood gathered.

Half an hour later, the witch hunter looked at the giant horned viper stronghold that was comparable to a heretic gathering place, his eyes kept trembling. What on earth did he see? A group of people surrounding the rats for a living sacrifice?

A human wearing a giant snake mask held an obsidian serrated blade and thrust it into the throat of a black-haired mouse. The blood stained the sacrificial blade red along with the screams, and slid into the stone on the ground with a strange prayer. in the groove.

Holding such a bloody ceremony in Altdorf would inevitably arouse the vigilance of the Church of Sigmar. Before entering, he saw several witch hunters in civilian clothes. He originally thought it was the Church monitoring him...

Now it seems that there are still a few people missing, and at least one reinforcement company needs to be arranged to stay around.

The man wearing the giant snake mask was wearing a crimson feather-like coat. The material was something Victor had never seen before, and the surface was filled with indescribable splendor, like a rainbow flowing.

After cutting off the head of the black-haired rat, the priest prostrated and prayed for a moment before the giant snake statue. Then he turned around and faced Victor and his party: "Thanks to the attention of the gods, what do you want to get from the hands of the giant snake believers?" ?”

The priest's eyes glowed red, a strange color that turned crimson after being soaked in blood for a long time. Judging from the ears displayed in the air, he was not an elf.

"I need a spellcaster to carry out the orders from the Phoenix King."

"If you are prepared to fight against the greenskins of Fort Fearless, we still have a mission to hunt..."

Without giving the priest any extra time to explain, Victor pulled out the long sword presented by Elvis. He had already vaguely understood that it was better to make an offer that he couldn't refuse than to talk nonsense with the elf.

Sure enough, the priest's crimson eyes dimmed a lot after seeing the inscription on the sword grid. The high-ranking priests of the Knights were naturally familiar with the elven runes and ancient saint marks. This sword was engraved with the family emblem of the Grand Master.

"There are no official users of the Wind of Magic in the office. I am the only one who can obtain some power gifts from the gods and be able to exert some powerful power for a humble servant."

"It doesn't matter, that's you."

The priest, who was not surprised, turned his head and looked at the shadow walker in the shadow corner. Apparently, this matter was revealed by the Nagaryth elf who holds a lot of secrets.

"Honor the will of God."

Having decided, the priest did not hesitate and asked Victor to wait for a while. He needed to organize himself for the next battle.

After a while, the priest wearing equipment appeared, making Victor's brows jump unnaturally many times...

The mask was never taken off, which was why the witch hunter didn't ask for his name. It would have been foolish to ask a person wearing a mask his name.

The colorful feather coat turned into a cloak hanging behind his back. This must be a magic item and should be able to effectively resist the mage's attack.

The scales made of brass are as fine as a net, forged in a delicate way, and the armor plates at the junction of the chest are shaped into the shape of a forked comet.

The priest, who was holding an obsidian sledgehammer, used a rat man's head to check the strength of the weapon and nodded with satisfaction.

"I have not entered the battlefield for more than 20 years. I hope that the gods will protect my weapons and keep them as sharp as ever."

More than twenty years...

Victor thought for a while, and according to the Giant Horned Viper charter he saw in Lauren Loren, a person who can become a high-ranking priest must be a believer in Sotek for at least thirty years.

Assuming that the priest in front of him officially joined the cult at the age of 20, fought against the ratmen and chaos for 30 years, and was raised in Altdorf for 20 years, wouldn't he be 70 years old?

"Excuse me, how old are you?"

The priest chuckled, and his hoarse voice like a snake was very strange: "I have experienced as many years as the butcher of the Dragonbeard Clan next to you. Thanks to the protection of the gods, I have served the Holy Seal Giant Lizard for a long time... I was able to temporarily delay the aging of my life and stay in the world."

"Speak more clearly."

"To be precise, I should be 189 years old, one of the first Kislevites born in the new world."

They are all monsters.

Victor shook his head with a sigh. This world is too unfair to the empire. To take the simplest example, His Majesty Magnus, who was chosen by the two gods, barely lived for a hundred years and was helplessly defeated by time.

But the Bretonnian knights next door, blessed by the goddess of the countryside, have been able to live two centuries without any pressure, doing evil on the heads of serfs. This world is still so unfair.

The will of mortals can only be exchanged for courage and sacrifice.

After sighing for a moment, Victor thought he had found the right person, and signaled to set off towards the Gray Mountains immediately. (End of this chapter)