Chapter 100 One hundred·The wave of destruction is coming (please subscribe)

It was dark at night, and there was an abandoned farm some distance away from Port Deters.

A group of mercenaries and farmers who encountered barbarian plunderers and survived by chance found this abandoned farm after burying their dead.

The barn of the farm was badly damaged, and the starlight shone in through the big hole in the roof. They each found a corner in the barn, laid out their sleeping mats, and the bonfire gave these guys a little warmth after the disaster.

In the pots and pans placed on the campfire, the boiling water was steaming. The mercenaries, three fewer than before, sat around and took out bread and dry food to prepare for a dinner.

Several women and children had tears on their faces and were sobbing faintly. The hateful barbarians killed nearly half of the pedestrians. The farmers who fled in panic at the beginning all died tragically under the butcher knives of the Norscans.

All the men were injured. Near the campfire, there lay a strong man who had been stabbed in the chest by a javelin. A few hours ago, he was brave enough to pick up a pitchfork and fight for his life. Now he is dying. His wife and daughter are sitting beside him.

, bursting into tears, the cold night wind howling outside the barn.

Falco and his son also leaned together. The old father took out a small piece of black bread from his luggage and broke it into two pieces, one big and one small. The smaller piece was kept for himself. The father and son soaked the bread in hot water.

, enjoy the hard-won food.

The boy's adoring eyes were always looking at the bald priest. He was the savior of the father and son, while the latter kept a certain distance from everyone.

After putting away his luggage, he wiped off the blood on the war hammers in his hands, took off the heavy books tied to the ends of the chains, held the string of war hammer pendants hanging around his neck with one hand, and recited passages from the holy book in a low voice.

, perform prayers.

"My lord" Falco's father came to Luther Huss with two pieces of black bread in his hands, and said nervously with a grateful look: "Thank you for saving me, you are just like Ms. Mercy.

Have a kind heart and may Yurik bless you."

"I have all my belongings here. I really have nothing to express my gratitude to you. You saved our lives. Do you have the honor to know your name?"

"Thank you." The bald priest nodded: "My name is Luther Huss, a follower of our Lord Sigmar."

From a church apprentice to a trainee priest, it would take others several years or even more than ten years, but Luther Huss only spent two years studying eagerly, exploring the truth, and understanding Sigmar's will, which made his spirit and belief incomparable.

Full and extremely firm.

Luther Hus set out from the Sigmar Church in Bree Town, followed the road north, and entered Nordland two weeks ago.

If you want to become a true Sigma priest, the pilgrimage trial is an essential process. Only through personal experience can you better understand the principles in the holy scriptures. Luther Hus finally embarked on this path

Road, leave the stable church, and experience in the vast territory of the empire.

He learned combat skills from the paladins. During the dangerous journey, Luther Hus used the warhammer in his hand to smash the heads of many bandits and beastmen. The chain armor and scales on his body were inherited from the old priest Ze

Yis, the old guy realized that he didn't have much time left, so he simply gave it all to Luther Huss to help him complete the pilgrimage trial.

This devout Sigmar believer has been receiving some kind of revelation. There seems to be something on the northern coastline that attracts him.

Desolate wilderness, cold air, and a few scattered villages in the endless wilderness.

When Luther Hus came to Port Deters, he was leading two northern horses by himself. The Norscan raiders' horses were also snatched from the local area. They were not deeply corrupted and were still hung on the saddles.

Several barbarian heads and broken weapons.

The most popular thing in Nordland are the heads of the barbarians. Some of the intact ones can even be used as money. The heads that are incomplete and can still identify the characteristics of the barbarians can also be exchanged for rewards from the local lords.

Port Deters is a port city with a population of 20,000. The solid city wall is eight meters high. On the city wall along the Sea of ​​Claws, soldiers from Port Deters patrolled the surrounding areas. This city is transported by sea.

Linking ports across the Old World, usually the Kingdom of Britannia and the Kingdom of Kislev have the largest number of merchant ships.

Countless sailing ships set sail from here, loaded with Nordland specialty goods, or trading slaves. You can even see a dwarf ironclad ship here. This huge steel beast has billowing black smoke coming from its huge chimney.

Drive wildly from the pier.

The indispensable church in the port city is the Church of the Sea. They worship the Poseidon Mannann. From outside the city, you can also see the majestic Mannann statue standing on the offshore rocks. The Poseidon holds a symbol of the authority of the ocean.

Trident, watching the passing ships.

In front of the six-meter-high ironwood gate of the town, a whole team of guards with long guns stood outside the gate to check the passers-by. The small gates on both sides were passages for pedestrians and civilians. The entrance to the central gate was for nobles and people with various rights.

privileges possessed.

Sure enough, when the guards guarding the city gate of Port Ditus saw the head hanging on the saddle, they let everyone go without any further questioning, and even confiscated the poll tax.

The Nords, who have a tough folk custom, generally admire strength, and strong men are highly respected in the northern part of the empire. It is no wonder that many mercenary groups and lawless people choose to stay in the Nord territory.

Gloomy dark clouds drifted from the northern sky, dull thunder roared continuously, and the salty and humid sea breeze blew in.

Just today, as always, a group of fishermen preparing to go out to sea are praying around the shrine of the sea god Mannann on the beach. Their skin, which has been tanned all year round, is already full of wrinkles. The salty and humid sea breeze has accelerated the aging of the fishermen.

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The Church of the Sea is loved by port cities, and residents who rely on the sea for a living believe that it is the blessing and kindness of the sea god that allows them to return safely from storms and waves.

The Marine Church Guardian Corps stationed in Port Deters is a storm guard well-known in the old world.

Several sea knights wearing dark blue plate armor and holding tridents stood quietly next to the shrine. The surface of their armor was decorated with various shells, pearls, corals, and iris on the top of the iron helmets fluttered in the wind.

, each Ocean Knight has a scimitar blessed by Mannann hanging on his waist. They are extremely good at fighting fishmen, pirates and Norscans.

The sea god Mannann is aloof, brave and moody. His believers are afraid of the wrath of the sea god. Mannann will attack disloyal or unfaithful sailors without warning. According to legend, as long as Mannann clenches his fist, he can set off a fire.

A tsunami powerful enough to sweep across all the major rivers in the Old World.

At the seaside, under the guidance of a Poseidon priest, dozens of fishermen were kneeling to pray:

"Praise be to Mannann, who gives us the sea breeze to travel,

Praise Mannann, who gives us the waves to return,

Praise be to Mannann, who gives us abundant food,

Praise Mannann, or his wrath will overwhelm us."

A Poseidon priest holding a twisted coral cane held up a sea fish and a silver coin engraved with Mannann's logo, walked slowly to the shrine on the beach, and placed the tribute in a half-man-wide shell.

The sea water moves slowly.

Priest Poseidon respectfully put down the tribute, recited a prayer, and then slowly backed away. He looked at the sky sadly and sighed in his heart.

There is a storm blowing at sea these days, and the fishermen cannot go out to sea. They are praying and hoping that the storm will dissipate. The rough waves will hit the rocks, making a shaking sound, and break into white water spots. Fishermen with a little experience know this.

, to venture out to sea in such extremely bad weather is almost tantamount to courting death.

It has not yet recovered after being plundered by the northern barbarians last year. The harvest in Nordland has not been good for two consecutive years. The economic lifeline of Port Ditus is port trade. The local Ocean Church and the Church of Fortune are very powerful. The lords and nobles have

A large amount of tax revenue also comes from the waterway, and the price of grain transported by major chambers of commerce has also increased.

There are not many crops suitable for planting around Port Deters. Coastal residents cannot do without marine fish for three meals a day, and bread has almost become a hot commodity.

Fortunately, I am still far from starving, and I can barely get by.

Old fishermen, you looked at me and I looked at you. No one was sure to pay attention, so they had to reluctantly discuss who would bring out the sacrifice next. The eldest fisherman among them took out a small bag of coins and brought it with him.

He handed it to Priest Poseidon with a flattering smile: "Sir, you have worked hard to come here."

Priest Poseidon shook the money bag in his palm and said in a deliberately drawn voice: "After doing thankless work for several days, my Lord Mannann hates sailors who don't ask for anything in return. So shouldn't I be rewarded?"

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As he spoke, Priest Poseidon gestured upward with his fingers,

"I understand, I understand." The old fisherman bowed and responded with a smile on his face. After that, the priest who collected the reward left the coast with a few Poseidon knights, leaving behind a group of gloomy fishermen.

An albatross flew from the other side of the coast and picked up the fresh fish offered to Poseidon in one mouthful. The albatross is the apostle of Poseidon Mannann, symbolizing that Poseidon accepted the offerings from this group of fishermen, but the weather continued to get worse day by day.

, the storms in the sky are gathering more and more.

Several older fishermen gathered together and discussed the sacrifices in distress: "Today, the sacrifices to the Lord Poseidon are brought out by the old Snow family. Whose turn will it be tomorrow?"

"Old Geraint, last time they offered sacrifices, it took them two weeks to bring out a fish. Maybe Lord Poseidon lost his temper because of this."

"I have to bring something out every few days. My family can hardly afford bread. My broken fishing boat has been repaired many times and it still doesn't get better. If this continues,"

After the last prayers, no one wanted to stay in the bad weather for a while longer. The fishermen immediately prepared to return to their homes on the coast, pickle the remaining seafood, and go to the dock to carry some goods, which was also considered work.

Spend the day.

And at this moment, at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the sea level, a black spot passed through the storm and headed towards Port Deters.

"Eh? That looks like a boat." Looking at the black spot, several younger fishermen stretched their necks and looked curiously.

The old fishermen also looked at the distant sealine with doubtful eyes. The fishermen who often went to sea had good eyesight and could not distinguish the appearance of the boats.

The black spots were getting closer and closer. There were many damaged areas on the surface of the ship. Visible to the naked eye, the canvas hanging from the ship's curtains was burnt and charred in several places. As time went by, the fishermen could see more and more clearly.

"It's strange. People are going out to sea in this kind of damn weather. Are they going to die?" A young fisherman muttered: "Can we also try to see if we can go to sea? How much can we catch? In the market recently, Jiaji

The price of fish has increased several times, and I happen to know a good sea location for catching gargi fish, which is not far away."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can't even read the most basic canvas?" The old fisherman reprimanded: "Our fishing boats are all galleys, and they have to capsize when encountering larger waves! Look, then

The boat is big and strong, it will definitely withstand the wind and waves!"

"I was just saying casually"

The fishermen were still looking curiously, and a few of the bolder ones ran to the beach to take a look.

The black spots are getting closer and closer, gradually revealing their full appearance.

Its shape is similar to a longship. The bow is a huge ram. The Imperial Cross logo on the bow is extremely conspicuous. The top of the hanging damaged sail is printed with an uncorroded white skull. The flagpole is blowing in the wind with the flag printed on it.

The image of a castle with a burning bonfire is looming in the storm.
To be continued...