Chapter 1251 Teammates Are Heretics

Jumping and slashing, landing, spinning, flesh and blood flying everywhere, this is how Glagrim treats the greenskins. The new generation of dwarves is no worse than their ancestors, and under the orders of the High King, they launch an unprecedented era of revenge and reckoning.

If the crown is watered with blood, Karak Kaderin is the mountain that rises at its summit, an iron peak of rage and sacrifice.

Victor originally wanted to help, but the dwarf's swift movement among the gaps in the green skin made it difficult to draw out his musket, for fear of inadvertently injuring friendly forces.

He turned his head and looked back at the priest, and found that Sotek's followers, who were originally full of fighting spirit, were now very calm, wearing masks and watching the dwarves' battle, and they only had to hold a small stool to become an audience.

"We should help."

Victor's determined tone made the priest chuckle. He pointed at the dwarf whose figure was difficult to distinguish among the green-skinned group: "Victor, you have to get used to one thing... Being chosen by the Phoenix King means that you are different from ordinary people." If we continue to use the previous thinking, it will appear too narrow.”

"We are teammates!"

"Just because you are a teammate, you should have some trust in your companions... Let me ask you, what was Gragrim's status in the Mountain Kingdom before joining your team."

"Karak Kaderin, the Undertaker of War, a warrior who shared weal and woe with the Butcher King."

A strange smile appeared on the priest's cheek: "Yes, War Undertaker, this title is usually held by the son of the Dragon Beard clan. Watch the battle of the future Butcher King... This world is far broader than you think."

Shadowrunner, who was watching the whole process, walked towards the mountains without saying a word. He needed some time to scout the route to Karak Fearless Fortress.

Many experiences in the badlands have shown that sometimes dwarves are not absolutely reliable. The route they swear to be correct is very small, and there is a very small chance of entering the circle surrounded by greenskins.

The butchers were fighting, the priests were fishing, and the scouts were working alone. The witch hunter felt that the team could no longer continue... Or maybe the most junior imperial man had not yet gained the respect of the other three, but was forced to join because of orders. This temporarily formed team.

While Gragrim was killing, Victor rummaged through the map in his bag. Although it was a bit rudimentary,...

"Don't look at it. This map is just a fool who failed to find the gryphon. He wiped it on the parchment with his nose and said he found a secret path leading to Karak Fearless Fort. He sold it to you fools at a high price."

Holding up the old sheepskin map, Victor felt a little angry: "This is a map drawn by Altdorf's royal hunter, there can be no mistakes!"

"Really...you'll find out later."

For the sacrifice of fishing, you open the ceramic bottles and jars you carry with you, and two thin, gray-white snakes crawl out, spitting out letters and wrapping around the back of the believer's hands.

The priest imitated the sound of snakes spitting messages and told Sotek's relatives in a hoarse voice that something had to be done.

The snake's body crawled out of the bottle intact and slowly pounced towards the ground. What made Victor feel a little creepy was that the tails of the two white snakes were entangled together and rolled into a twisted twist shape, making it difficult to distinguish the source.

One white snake jumped toward the ground, and the other wrapped around the priest's neck. The wrapped tail separated with the movement, as if there had never been any entanglement.

"There's something heretical about that."

"Based on the evaluation standards of the Church of Sigmar, all members of the Giant Horned Viper are heretics. We believe in a giant snake with the same symbol of a double-tailed comet as you. We also believe that this is destruction and rebirth..."

The priest closed the bottle, and Victor suppressed his curiosity and did not look into the deep darkness inside. Without thinking too much, there must be a large group of colorful and terrifying snakes inside.

"But I have never seen... similar methods to yours in Lauren Loren Forest."

"The Grand Master is unwilling to preach the doctrine of God-honoring in the Lauren Loren Forest. Most of the people you see in Lauren Loren are members of the armed order. Most of the priests are located in Karak Budar. .

Roughly speaking, the difference is like that between a church knight and a battle priest...but what they experience is far scarier than you imagine. "

"Then let's talk about the white snake you sent."

"Ouroboros Yu Ancient Saint... Maybe the people in the empire don't quite understand the meaning of this term. All you need to know is that this is a group of ancient creatures that have a profound impact on the world.

The ancient sage believed that the Ouroboros represented circulation and immortality, as well as life and healing... The sacrificial group used this to cultivate a group of relatives for reconnaissance. Even if a blood relative on the front line unfortunately died, the information would be passed to another identical brother. in mind. "

While speaking, the priest touched the white snake on his shoulder lovingly with his fingers. The expression behind the mask must be very easy-going...

Heretic... This was Victor's first reaction. From the priest's words, it was not difficult for the witch hunter to judge that the Ouroboros must have some kind of connection, perhaps two snakes born from one egg.

This is simply like Tzeentch's body transformation magic, rather than the actions of a true god!

Perhaps the priest hidden under the mask is no longer a human face, but a terrifying, cold-blooded scaly creature with grinning teeth.

"But I want to remind you that the Grand Master has never allowed us to use some secret techniques on ourselves. Except for the red scale knight who has been adjusted due to being contaminated with the energy of the dimension stone for many years, we are all ordinary people..."

"If Sigma allows it." Victor shook his head in disappointment. This sounded like a confession, which was really unconvincing. No wonder Sotek's teachings were effectively spread in the old world.

The two silent people confirmed a point of view, that pagans cannot understand each other, so there is no deep hatred. What really makes people hate is the heresy of correction, distortion and twisting.

"What did I miss?" The bloody butcher came with a big orc's head. The ugly appearance seemed to be announcing the noisy waagh to the world.

"Nothing, did you hear any useful information?" The priest responded casually. Although the butchers fought desperately... Although most butchers were like this, Gragrim was different. He was trained according to the king's standards and must be able to detect the opponent's clues from the battle.

Gragrim raised the orc's head in his hand. The dark skin exuded a steel-like color in the sun, but as the blood seeped out, the black egg-like color slowly faded from his cheeks and gradually returned to the dark green in its normal state.

"I heard a few words, Big Belly King Gulu, Old Black Tooth, Crucible and... Dwarf Meat."

Dwarf Meat?

The priest was puzzled. One of the strange things about greenskins is that no matter orcs or goblins, they almost never eat humanoid creatures.

The old world spread rumors that greenskins eat people, most of which are caused by rats, and the rest are blamed on beastmen.

"They... start eating humanoid creatures?"

"Maybe, but if they eat a piece of dwarf meat, I will ask them to pay 10,000 heads!" (End of this chapter)