Your war hammer is too fake

"Any other bad news? Tell me all at once," William said, "so I can be mentally prepared."

"The battle in the slums is drawing to a close, and the Imperial Army has already defeated the followers of the Blood God," Captain Yegor said, his heroic eyebrows twitching as he mentioned something. "Except for the followers of the Dark Prince, all the cultists entrenched in the slums have joined the battle, but even so, they cannot stop the Imperial Army from winning the final victory."

"This is an expected result, Yegor." William crossed his arms and looked at Yegor's profile. "If they were really that powerful, they wouldn't have been hiding in the slums and dared not move. Instead, they would have stood up and tried to challenge the rule of the empire. It's better to say that it's a miracle that they can hold on until now."

"What should we do next? Within an hour, the Imperial Army will appear on our flanks and behind us," the former Imperial Captain asked. "Once we are surrounded, it will be impossible for us to retreat with our troops. Those rats are as unreliable as we expected, and the reinforcements they promised have not yet arrived. Maybe they want to wait until we are both defeated in the battle with the Imperial Army before taking action, and send us and the Imperials to hell together, so that they can gain the greatest results with the least cost."

William did not answer immediately, but suddenly raised his head. Yegor followed the other person's line of sight and found a Pegasus hovering over the palace in the sky. On the back of the Pegasus was a fully armed... engineer?

The Empire does not have an organized air knight (Note 1), but it does have some flying mounts. Some Imperial officers have Pegasus mounts from the Grey Mountains, and some Imperial generals and battle wizards also ride Pegasus. These beasts are strong and intelligent, and can carry fully armed riders into the sky. It is worth mentioning that the Bretonnians' Pegasus also mainly comes from the Grey Mountains, and hunters from both sides often fight over Pegasus foals.

The engineer on the Pegasus circled in the sky for a while, then turned around and left without doing anything. William frowned as he watched the Pegasus go away, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

"No, those are their scouts!" William said in surprise: "Yegor, let our army retreat quickly!!"

After hearing William's words, Yegor first sent a messenger to convey the order to retreat, and then asked: "Why? We are very close to achieving our goal. The enemy is on the verge of collapse. As long as we work harder..."

A series of low whistles came from above their heads, and heavy explosive shells fell from the sky, hitting the ranks of Paradis soldiers. The black powder in the shells exploded, and the shock waves and fragments tore the enhanced people into pieces.

William heard Yegor shout, "The Rick Navy should have been paralyzed!"

"These should be the artillery of the Imperial Engineering College. Judging from their power, they are heavy mortars, at least four batteries," William shouted at the top of his voice amid the continuous explosions. "The mission has failed. Quickly organize a retreat!"

"You should go, William! The enemy will probably launch a counterattack soon. You can't stay here," Yegor said as he suddenly lay down. Several pieces of rubble lifted by the shock wave flew over his head. "I'll take care of this!"

"Try to save as many soldiers as possible. We may not have a chance to replenish our forces in a short time! The next phase of the cult's plan requires them to be alive!" After saying that, William turned and left under the escort of several combat-type Nietos. He had to raise his hands to cover his head to prevent the sand and dirt raised by the explosion from falling into his eyes.

Accompanied by the Nietos, William trotted across the unrecognizable square, with explosive bombs falling from the sky. Before entering the tunnel, William turned around and saw the Rick army in white uniforms and the Adolf army in red and blue uniforms holding battle flags, marching in neat steps to the accompaniment of trumpets and drums.

The few remaining enhanced human companies that were basically intact formed a thin defense line with their backs to the largest tunnel entrance. William heard a series of dull explosions, which were the people of the cult destroying several other tunnels. As part of the plan, all the tunnels were pre-buried with gunpowder, ready to be blown up when necessary.

"How's it going over there?" William asked casually.

"Master, the 'cargo' has been obtained," a Nieto bowed and replied, "The cargo has been received and is currently being transferred."

The original plan of the Paradis Order was to wait until winter to launch the attack, capture the Great Temple of Sigmar before the Imperials could react, and enter the underground treasury to take the Mind Engine. In this version of the plan, the Order would not attack the Imperial Palace, and would mainly defend the Imperial Palace's garrison. However, when the actual attack took place, the battle plan was changed again and again, and the Order's focus of attack changed from the Great Temple of Sigmar to the Imperial Palace and the Electors gathered there.

Oberstein did not explain the reason for doing so, and no one except William dared to ask. Oberstein claimed that as long as the electors were captured, no matter what the church demanded, the empire would have to hand it over honestly.

William always felt that things were not so simple, and he suspected that his father might have other purposes. He had some vague guesses about this, but he did not mention his guesses to any of his colleagues in the sect.

The Faceless Man's technology is the key to William's plan. The Chaos Warlock will never tolerate any mistakes in the plan to seize the Mind Engine. He has his own plan, and he has made a lot of preparations in secret. William has a little secret that Oberstein doesn't want to know. When he traveled in Nibon, in addition to the puppet secrets of the Yin-Yang Master, he also gained the loyalty of a group of Nibon assassins called "Ninjas" by the locals. He brought these people back to the old world and placed them in the stronghold of the Border Prince Territory.

This group of ninjas called themselves the Phantom Clan. William first used a large amount of dimensional stones to hire a whole team of black-clad assassins from the Eshin clan, who took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the basement of the Sigma Temple and steal the Mind Engine. During this process, the Phantom Clan hid in the dark and monitored the actions of the rats. Regardless of whether these black-clad rats abide by the agreement and honestly hand over the Mind Engine to him, the moment the Mind Engine leaves the Sigma Temple, the Phantom Clan will immediately take action.

On the surface, the operation failed, the cult suffered heavy losses, and the crucial mind engine was not obtained. Paradis paid a huge price but gained nothing, and it was exposed. Even with Oberstein's prestige, after experiencing such a disastrous defeat, he would inevitably face questioning and accusations from within the cult, and William would take the opportunity to add fuel to the flames.

It is unrealistic to overthrow Oberstein directly, but it is definitely possible to force his biological father to hand over some power, some power that he has always held tightly in his hands and not allowed anyone to get involved.

This would be a good start, William thought as he walked quickly in the tunnel.

……

Note 1: If you don't count the expansion rules, there really aren't any. If you count the campaign expansion of Throne of Chaos, there are a group of Griffin Knights in Nuln, who are real knights riding griffins, called the White Winged Griffin Knights, not the Griffin Knights of the Church of Sigmar. The latter is just the name of the Knights' Order called "Griffin", and they ride armored war horses.

Chapter 164: Aiwen (Part 1)

The fighting on the surface of Altdorf was basically settled by the evening.

The Palatis Cult finally evacuated only about one-third of the enhanced human soldiers, and all the ogre mercenaries that had been captured with great effort were lost. When the last company entered the tunnel, the enhanced person in charge of the rear detonated the pre-buried gunpowder, which collapsed the tunnel and buried the imperial soldiers who had rashly chased into the tunnel.

The Empire's losses were much greater than those of the Order. The most powerful thing about the Enhanced Soldiers was not their average physical fitness of professional athletes, but their tactical qualities, which were elite even by the standards of elves or dwarves. On average, the Empire had to pay the price of three provincial infantrymen or one imperial knight for every Enhanced Soldiers killed, and this was when Paradis had no artillery and cavalry, otherwise the exchange ratio would be even uglier.

Even at the end of the battle, when the priests of Paradis evacuated first and only the enhanced humans were left to cover the rear, the imperial army did not gain any advantage. Worse still, it was not until after the battle that the blood-stained Walkerma received a report that while they were defending the People's Hall, a team of rat assassins took advantage of the chaos to attack the Great Temple of Sigmar and snatched a mysterious device of unknown purpose from the underground treasure house.

Even though Altdorf was in ruins due to the war and there were numerous post-war affairs that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible, the Silver Hammer Order still immediately sent a team of experienced witch hunters to investigate the scene and try to find clues about the attackers. The good news was that they did find traces of the attackers, but the bad news was that they only found the attackers' bodies.

Although the imperial authorities have always insisted that the Skaven were a rumor and did not exist, the upper echelons of the empire knew the truth very well. Imperial scholars even had a special book introducing the Skaven race - and the information was basically correct, which was extremely rare for the imperial people. The historical records of the imperial people were always full of jokes caused by theology, and the imperial people's inherent empire-centered historical view made it difficult for them to accept that when their ancestors were still a group of barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood, other human races had already developed a prosperous civilization.

Of course, even so, the Imperials are much stronger than the Bretonnians.

The Reikland army paid a heavy price for this victory, but fortunately, the losses in Altdorf itself were not very great - if we ignore the slums that were almost reduced to ruins. Since the Reikland army had already assembled towards Altdorf, the Empire responded very quickly after the battle began, and the Palatis's covering troops had actually been deliberately attacking insignificant places. Many citizens died in this chaos, but the noble district and various important facilities were basically not affected by the war.

Paradis took the upper-class route and had strongholds in various human kingdoms in the Old World. The cult was able to attract many people to join by eradicating magic and reducing or even eradicating the corruption of Chaos as much as possible. From Kislev in the north to Sartosa in the south, almost every court had supporters or even formal members of the cult. They provided the cult with many conveniences and financial support, and in return, the cult must ensure that their interests were not infringed.

For this reason, Paradis had never considered attacking the noble community of Altdorf from the beginning. The so-called "covering force" composed of all kinds of scum and scum only burned, killed and looted in places where ordinary citizens lived. As for those Chaos believers who were not controlled by the cult and spontaneously participated in this melee, by the time they were gone, the imperial army was almost rushing into the slums.

"…This is the preliminary loss statistics. Praise Sigmar, the casualties suffered by the people are still within an acceptable range," said Earl Archibald, the host of the Rick Council and the high-ranking Lord of the Chair. "But our army suffered heavy losses. The navy suffered a shameful betrayal, and now they only have sampans to use."

Carl, who didn't even have time to wipe the black dust off his face, turned around and said, "Are all our warships destroyed?"

"No. The Navy assured me that their warships only suffered a certain degree of damage, and they will be able to repair most of the ships within a month," the Lord of the Chair replied in a steam wheelchair. "The Navy's biggest loss was the assassination of the Admiral by a damned traitor... The Navy believes that it is time to recall General Adalman (Note 1)."

"I allow this," Carl nodded. "The most important task for the Navy now is to boost morale. What about the Army?"

"Let me answer questions about the army, my prince," Kurt Helberg came over. "The situation is very bad, Karl. Those hairless whites caused us to lose five regiments, and another eight regiments were severely damaged and will not be able to recover their combat effectiveness for at least half a year. The worst thing is that we lost a total of 207 imperial knights."

In other words, the two knight orders have been wiped out, Karl Franz thought. There are dozens of knight orders of various sizes in the Empire, and most of them usually have only dozens to a hundred official knights. Although the Imperial Knights are not the knights of Bretonnia, becoming an Imperial Knight means giving up the right of inheritance and many secular powers, but many young nobles in the Empire still yearn to join the ranks of the Empire's best warriors.

"At least the enemy is too busy dealing with us to hurt the people," Karl said. "Is Volkmar still angry?"

"I can hear him cursing from two blocks away," Marshal Rick said. "It is said that it is a mysterious device whose name is unknown. No one knows what it is used for, but since the enemy has stolen it, it means that it will definitely cause terrible harm to us or others at some point in the future."

"At least we are still breathing, which is more important than anything else." Carl noticed that the expressions of the people around him were not very good, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "The light wizards checked the bodies. Their dean, Velspasian, told me that there was no trace of Chaos on those hairless white skins. It seems that their masters are not the dark gods."

After the battle, the Imperials began to clean up the battlefield. They stripped off the armor of the dead enhanced people, and found that under the armor and the clothes wrapped around the whole body, there was a strong body with sickly pale skin and no hair on the body. Most importantly, there was no thing under the crotch of these hairless white skins, only a not very obvious suture mark.

The witch hunters dissected several bodies on the spot, and the results showed that all the hairless white skins had suture marks left after surgery on several identical parts of their bodies. The witch hunters said that the surgeon was very skilled and experienced, and was definitely not the kind of crappy quack who lived in the countryside and made a living by removing mutant organs from mutants.

Just like the conclusion of the Light Mages, even the most neurotic witch hunters could not find any trace of mutation in these white people. To be precise, at least on the physiological level, these white people are more "pure" than most residents of the empire.

"I heard that at least half a dozen underground church flags and symbols were seen in the slums," Kurt said immediately. "This is very unusual and there are too many suspicious points that cannot be explained. Where is Lipmud?"

"Lord Lipmud is receiving treatment in the Shrine of Thalia," Archibald answered Marshal Rick. In order to drown out the noise of the steam wheelchair, the Lord of the Chair has been speaking loudly since he sat on it. "He was assassinated on his way to meet an important informant. If it weren't for a passing Bretonnian lady who saved him, we would probably have to go to Mor's Garden (Note 3) to visit him now."

Kurt stared at him: "Informant? He went to meet an informant at a time like this?"

"It is said that the informant knows the origins of these white people," Archibald shouted at the top of his voice, "You know, the most important figures in the empire are almost finished, but Lipmud did not receive any news in advance. He is more anxious than anyone else now."

"I noticed you said it was a Bretonnian woman who rescued my intelligence chief," Karl said, his attention elsewhere. "A prophetess?"

"No, it was a female knight," Archibald shook his head. "They told me that the lady killed twenty assassins like chickens, and then killed hundreds of thugs who got in her way, and sent Lipmud to the Temple of Thalia."

"Did she have help?"

"She's the only one."

"Well," Carl said delicately, "where is this respectable lady? I think I should meet her."

……

Note 1: The commander of the Reikland Navy, an elderly veteran, a member of the Reikland Council, and the title is High Navy Lord. In the original history, this old man was re-enlisted in the year 2507 of the Imperial Calendar. During his fifteen years in office, the Reikland Navy had never been defeated.

Note 2: He is also a member of the Reikland Council, a high-ranking envoy lord, and is in charge of Reikland's diplomatic and intelligence agencies.

Note 3: Morel is the god of death and dreams in the human pantheon. “Morel’s Garden” refers to the cemetery.

Chapter 165: Aiwen (Part 2)

Aven de Richelieu opened her eyes.

Before she could see the surroundings clearly, a noisy sound entered her eardrums, outlining a chaotic scene of war: buildings burning in flames, the cries of women and children, the groans of the dying, the sound of sharp blades colliding, and... the cry for help from a middle-aged man about fifty years old?

Before her mind was fully clear, the knight's body took the lead and acted according to her instinct. She took a step forward and dodged the crossbow arrow shot from above. At the same time, the half-sword hanging on her waist came out of its sheath with a clang. The mirror-like blade swung upward from bottom to top, smashing away a lead bullet shot from the side.

Only then did she regain consciousness. "Kill her!" She heard someone shouting in Rexpert. She looked in that direction and saw a dark hood disappearing behind the shutters on the second floor. The girl then looked straight ahead and saw some tough men in ordinary civilian clothes, holding various short weapons and besieging a middle-aged man. There were several corpses lying next to the battle scene. They all looked like ordinary citizens, and without exception, they were all strong adult men.

After hearing the order from the man who seemed to be the commander, these people who could not see the leader immediately separated and turned around to rush towards Aiwen. Some of them stopped where they were after walking a few steps and began to reload their pistols.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Evelyn knows nothing. Evelyn only knows one thing now: she is going to kill.

The knight knight slightly bent her knees, and in the stunned expressions of the assassins, she jumped up from the bumpy street and crashed into the second floor of a street-side shop. The assassin leader wearing a black hood looked up in astonishment, and Aiwen noticed that this guy was shaking the gear-type winder to wind a powerful crossbow that was obviously made by a dwarf, and there were several crossbow arrows with poisoned arrowheads on his hand.

The assassin leader had no time to react. The flying bricks and wood hit him all over his head, and the shutters that were broken by Evelyn covered his face. A sharp piece of wood pierced his neck, not deep but still fatal. The assassin leader threw away the winder and tried to pull out the long dagger hanging on his waist, but Evelyn swung the sword across his throat first. The assassin leader fell limply to the side, and Evelyn's attention was no longer on this unfortunate guy.

The second floor of the shop on the street, where a large hole was knocked out, was hit again. Unable to bear the weight, the entire wall began to shatter and collapse. Aiwen pushed away the smoke and dust, and her slender body landed lightly on the ground. The sky blue cloak behind her swayed in the airflow, creating a gentle melody.

The girl stood up and began to dance. The assassins could only see a discontinuous afterimage dancing in their sight. Every time that figure briefly reflected in their retina, one or more assassins would fall. The throat was cut, the heart was pierced, and the spine was smashed by the weight ball on the hilt. The knight from Bretonnia was concentrating on dancing alone on this stage with few spectators, delivering a utter annihilation ending to the horrified supporting characters, with no one surviving.

After realizing that they had no chance of fighting against this monster, some quick-witted assassins immediately changed their minds. "Capture Lipmud!" one assassin shouted, "Use him to threaten that woman!"

The idea was good, but it was too difficult to implement. The bodyguards were all dead, and he was almost exhausted after fighting for a long time. The middle-aged man, who had already felt desperate about the current situation, saw someone coming to help him. He immediately rekindled his fighting spirit and swung his sword to drive away the assassin who tried to catch him. "I am Count Lipmud!" He shouted loudly, "Madam, please save me!"

The earl spoke Bretonnian. As a high-ranking envoy of the Reik Council, he could speak the languages ​​of most of the human races in the Old World, and was particularly good at the grammatically precise Bretonnian language. As for why he used this language, the earl himself could not explain the reason, he just instinctively felt that the lady opposite was Bretonnian.

Awen rushed over upon hearing this. Several assassins came forward despite their fear, trying to buy time for their teammates, while the rest gritted their teeth and rushed forward, risking being stabbed in the chest by the count in order to capture this potentially useful hostage.

They failed. The Knight-Girl smashed through the blockers like a steam tank out of control, her sword gleaming in the flickering firelight around her. The girl slaughtered the assassins mercilessly, and the assassins did not flee even though their teeth were chattering with fear, desperately trying to complete the task they were given: to kill the earl protected by Egwene behind him.

The assassins raised their pistols and pulled the trigger at the two men, and Evelyn responded by swinging her sword to knock away every lead bullet. The crisp clinking sounds floated into the assassins' ears, and each one was mocking their helplessness.

The assassins threw away their empty pistols, shouted desperately and rushed over, receiving a quick and painless death from Egwene. When the last assassin fell, Egwene finally had time to care about her own situation... and deal with the rapid "beep, beep" sound that had been ringing in her mind since just now.

[Group leader #AnJiyue: @Aiwen·de·Richelieu#Moshimoshi? What's wrong with the newcomer? Give some reaction. ]

[Ewen de Richelieu: Um, what can I do to find a nest? ]

[Group leader #安朁月: Newcomer, are you busy now? If you are busy, I will try to be brief. ]

[Evan de Richelieu: I am fine now... um, please go ahead. ]

The communication on the level of thinking was very fast. Web simulator, time travel, Warhammer, Holy Scripture of War... The person on the other side, nicknamed "An Jiyue", introduced Aiwen's current situation in the most concise language possible. At the same time, An Jiyue also briefly introduced the other three group members in this chat group. It was not until then that Aiwen learned that these senior time travelers were actually acquaintances. Including Aiwen, all the members of this chat group came from a small and niche Penguin group with very few people. After the initial communication, Aiwen also introduced her current situation... um...

"Where is this?" Evelyn asked the middle-aged man she rescued.

"This is the East District of Altdorf, on Rick Street near the old docks." Lipmuld replied while bandaging his wound.

[Ewen de Richelieu: I am in Altdorf now.]

[Group leader #Anjiyue: Interesting, I am also in Aldorf now, but I am underground. ]

An Jiyue told Aiwen that the middle-aged man she rescued was of great importance. When Aiwen learned that this guy was the spy chief of Rick Territory, she felt overwhelmed - being associated with such a person usually means endless trouble. However, since she had saved him, the girl couldn't just abandon him. After thinking about it, Aiwen asked An Jiyue what she should do. The latter suggested that she pretend not to know the other party's special identity and ask him what his next plan was.

"My lady, I know the Bretonnians..." The Count looked Evelyn up and down. "The Bretonnian knights are usually ashamed to talk about interests like a businessman, but it seems that I can't give you anything else. I am poisoned. The weapons of these bastards are all poisoned. May Sigmar curse these stinking maggots in the gutter...hiss..."

Lipmud took a deep breath and recovered after a while. "If you don't have anything else urgent, I hope you can escort me to the Crankenfield area. There is a temple of the Church of Salia there. It is said that it has stood there for many years before Sigmar came. The priestesses there know how to deal with the wounds and poisons on my body. As long as you send me there, you will win my friendship. Of course, there is also a lot of money."

"Of course, of course," Egwene nodded. "Hold on. Let's go."

The author says:

Author's note: PS: I went to a newly opened fast food restaurant for lunch today. The dining experience was terrible - I ordered a chicken drumstick but it was not cooked! I barely managed to eat a few bites and then I couldn't eat it anymore. After I came back, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach. I had diarrhea since the afternoon and it didn't stop until the evening...

Chapter 166: Aiwen (Part 2)

The Crankenfield area was also affected by the war.

This is a poor community, but at least it is much better than the East End, which is full of gangs, criminals, smugglers, and even worse things. The Church of Thalia dominates this community. Servants of the Goddess of Mercy help the poor and treat the wounded here, and many doctors and pharmacists also live here. The most famous building in the community is the Temple of Alyssa Grace, which is also the core of the Thalia sect in Altdorf. It is said that its history can be traced back to before Sigmar was born.

When the mob rushed into the community, many poor residents picked up anything that could be used as a weapon and gathered spontaneously to try to defend the homes they had lived in for generations. Most of the poor in Altdorf had received favors from the Church of Thalia, and quite a few of them became mobs, venting their long-accumulated resentment by inflicting violence on other poor people; but many people also chose to stand on the side of the priestesses and repay the kindness of these respectable ladies with practical actions.

When Evelyn brought Lipmood, who was injured and poisoned and could not walk fast, to Crankenfield, dozens of people had gathered behind her. They were all unlucky people that the Knight had picked up along the way. They ran to the East District for various reasons, and when the riot started, these people were trapped there. According to common sense, respectable people who appeared in the East District must have something shady to say, but Evelyn was too lazy to care about it at this time.

"Protect yourself," Evelyn said without turning her head as she looked at the mob rushing towards her. "I'll be back soon."

"Madam," Count Lipmood, who was leaning on a spear as a cane, raised his head and looked at the crowds of people across the street, "I don't mean to question your bravery, but there are too many of them..."

Because Egwene had gathered dozens of people, and almost everyone was armed, the small groups of thugs along the way could only hide in the distance and watch. It was not until hundreds of people gathered that these bullies who were afraid of the strong and lacked organization dared to cheer each other up and slowly approached this group of fat sheep with bad intentions.

"Numbers are important, but the balance of power is not just about numbers," Aiwen rushed forward with sword in hand, "At least these guys are not worthy of me taking a detour!"

The battle started, and then ended. Aiwen couldn't remember how many thugs she had chopped down. She only remembered that the sword in her hand seemed to break after not slashing many people - after all, the craftsmanship level in the Middle Ages was just like that. It was an extraordinary performance that it could withstand the destruction of the girl's strange power until now. After all, this thing was just an ordinary weapon, not a magic item.

Seeing that Aiwen had lost her weapon, the thugs who had been shaken by her terrifying fighting power were immediately excited, and many of them showed a look that all men understand towards the knight who was as beautiful as An Jiyue. In response, Aiwen, who was somewhat disgusted, threw away the broken sword and waved her fist at the thugs.

After switching to bare hands, she killed even faster. In Egwene's subjective perception, she didn't actually use much strength, but the thug on the opposite side was literally knocked away. She punched very quickly, and the thug's movements were so slow in her eyes that they seemed like slow-motion replays. Some thugs rushed over with open arms and tried to restrict her movements with a grapple. In response, Egwene, who didn't want to be touched by these people, grabbed a thug's ankle and used this guy as a club to hit him.

The thugs collapsed. After all, they were just a group of rabble gathered together temporarily, not the imperial provincial infantry with iron discipline. After several of the strongest and most brutal leaders were crushed by Egwene one after another, the remaining thugs cried and fled, never daring to stay in Egwene's sight for even a second.

After defeating these thugs, no one dared to block the way to the temple. At the main entrance of the temple, Aiwen saw more thugs. These ungrateful wolves were attacking the temple, and their opponents were a small number of mercenaries and some spontaneously organized armed citizens.

Mercenaries are usually shameless and dishonest people who will betray their employers without hesitation in order to earn more profits. Those famous mercenary groups usually have better business reputations, but in the end, the reason they abide by the contract is only because a good reputation allows them to offer higher prices.

But humans are diverse after all. Even among the mercenaries who are despised as wild dogs of war, there are occasionally some genetically mutated species who are willing to risk their lives for that meager commission.

When Egwene and the others arrived at the temple, the thugs were about to break through the defenders' defenses. Although these mercenaries employed by the Church of Thalia were brave and fearless, their numbers were too small. Even with the armed citizens who came to help, the enemy still outnumbered them by more than five times, and there were also cultists who could use witchcraft among the thugs.

Carrying a forging hammer she picked up on the road, Egwene led the charge into the mob. Except for Lipmud who was unable to fight, the group of people the girl picked up along the way also shouted "For the Empire!!", and followed the knight girl to charge forward. After seeing Egwene's fighting power of defeating hundreds of mobs alone, these imperial nobles and wealthy businessmen were obviously a little crazy, and they dared to charge forward even if they were facing thousands of mobs with the help of cultists and wizards.

The thugs in front of the temple collapsed faster than the previous thugs who blocked the road. Aiwen consciously charged in the direction of the cultist wizard, and hit anyone who dared to block the road head-on. A wizard noticed Aiwen, and he stretched out the limb that used to be his right hand, which had turned into a slippery anemone-like tentacle, pointed at Aiwen and began to chant a spell. The wind of magic was gathered by the wizard's will, forming a ball of ever-changing energy that hit Aiwen, but it dissipated on its own when it was still a few meters away from the knight.

"(Zhendan language) Immune to magic, boy!" The girl rushed over, shouting in words that no one could understand, and smashed the wizard's head into his abdomen with a hammer, squeezing it into a ball with his soft intestines.