Chapter 1252 Blessing

The mines of Karak Dreadnought, which Shadow Walker and Ouroboros thought were the most likely shortcut to the bonfire after careful reconnaissance.

As for the map that Victor found in the Altdorf military database, it was just a tissue for the jet lag when climbing the snowy mountains. It was a bunch of bullshit, and none of the routes were accurate.

Climbing the towering mountains was a very difficult task. Even though the average height of the Gray Mountains was not as steep as the World's Edge Mountains, it was not easy for human beings to climb.

The mines were located at the top of a mountain. Usually, the dwarves would use cable cars to transport supplies, but after Karak Dreadnought found it difficult to resist the greenskins' offensive, it chose the tactic of clearing the fields and resolutely preventing the greenskins from finding the primary mineral processing plant.

Facts have proved that this choice was correct. If the goblin boys were allowed to get the dwarfs' treasures, they would definitely have a good time and use catapults to throw shit on the walls carved with the faces of their ancestors.

But this brought a lot of trouble to Victor and his team. The cableway had been blown down by the rangers, and there were green-skinned patrols on the mountain paths. It was obviously not an easy task to find a way to enter the mine.

"If Sigma guides us and lets a few griffins take us to the top of the mountain, all problems will be solved." Victor, curled up in the leeward cave, sniffed and spoke excitedly.

Compared with the other three team members, his physique seemed a little weak. The thin oxygen did not affect him, but the extremely cold temperature was indeed a big problem.

The shadow walker said nothing, staring at Victor, who was wrapped in a fur coat, with a questioning look. This kind of weather in Naggaroth is like a child's outing. Compared with the eternal glacier permafrost north of Naggarond, at least there are some trees around.

His Majesty's order... is it reliable? This is the first time that the shadow walker is confused about the current Phoenix King. If he finds a dragon prince to lead the execution, he will surely get better results than Victor.

"Fly..." the priest muttered to himself, and suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing several brass bracelets inlaid with obsidian on his wrists, and carefully stroked the fine wrinkles on the surface of the last bracelet with his right hand.

"Fly, that's right, don't you have a dragon in your hands? Hurry up and pull a few over and send me to the top of the mountain." Gragrim ate the steak carelessly. He obviously inherited his father's rough temperament and faced every battle with a smile.

Shadow Walker analyzed meticulously: "According to the public data of the Phoenix Court 116 years after His Majesty Imrik was crowned, there are a total of 1,039 dragons in Caledor, including 14 Shining Star Dragons, 232 Silver Moon Dragons, and 793 Fiery Sun Dragons.

And the census of the Elven Empire four years ago showed that the number of people under the Phoenix King's rule was 800..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Gragrim held his ears. What he hated most was that Shadow Walker spoke all kinds of information in an emotionless tone, such as the latest feedback sound box developed by the Rapid Pass, which moved when the spring was pressed, and could not be forcibly stopped.

The Shadow Walker maintained an analytical attitude, and after revealing the public data about the Elf Empire, he told the dwarf a conclusion: "The difference between the number of dragons and elves is 1.25 to 1, so your claim that no elf has a dragon is a fallacy.

From the logic of the words before and after, I am the only elf here, so you want me to find a few dragons, but dragons will only look for Caledor elves as allies... This proposal is not feasible."

"You, you..." If he hadn't vaguely known that the Shadow Walker looked like this along the way, Gragrim would really have made a small note for the elf, thinking that this was a serious insult to him.

"Okay, Your Excellency the Elf and the Dwarf, your dispute will be decided by the God, and only Sotek can dominate our fate."

The priest's words made the dwarf snort coldly, and he continued to gnaw on the half-cooked barbecue in his hand in a depressed mood.

"Is there any way..." Victor stretched out his hand, intending to get closer to the campfire to keep warm. He felt that his bones were about to turn into ice chips. If he had not found a cave that suddenly appeared due to an avalanche, the son of Sigmar would have died in the natural power of the mountains and would have been ridiculed by others.

The priest, who really couldn't stand the witch hunter's cowardice, threw a red bracelet to Victor: "Take it, the flame crystal stone produced in Lustria... If you don't want to use heretical items, the venom of the viper in the southern endless desert can effectively raise your body temperature."

Victor tightly grasped the red bracelet. From the shape, the surface was rubbed very smooth, like a string of snake eggs connected together.

Although he was a little resistant, thinking of the constant reminders of the priest along the way, the witch hunter reluctantly put it on his wrist.

And once he put it on, something went wrong.

The crystal stone was like butter at high temperature, and in an instant it turned into a sticky solid liquid, spreading from Victor's wrist to his elbow, covering the witch hunter's skin layer by layer like a scaly net, and gradually extending on the inside of his forearm...

"Ah! Ah! Damn, what kind of witchcraft did you use!" Victor restrained himself from drawing his gun and shooting the priest.

The priest was obviously a little surprised at the melting of the flame crystal stone. While keeping a distance, he carefully looked at Victor's wrist.

After a long silence, the priest slowly asked: "Did the Lord... talk to you?"

"You mean Sotek? When I was in Lauren Loren, he often asked me to say some inexplicable words."

"How much did he say? I mean how much did the Lord talk to you."

"Will you remember how much bread you have eaten?" Victor held down his burning and painful left hand. He only felt a pain of tarsal maggots seeping from the surface of the skin to the inside of the body. If it continued, I am afraid that this hand would be useless.

"Well, lucky imperial boy, I don't know whether this truth is good or bad for you." The priest sat on the ground and took off the mask he always wore for the first time, revealing an extremely resolute face.

The priest's face has obvious Kislev regional characteristics, thin lips, low palate, slender eyebrows and high nose bridge, but the eyeball is different.

There is a layer of seemingly transparent film on his left eye. When opening and closing the eyelid, the eyelid is first pulled up and down, and then a layer of nictitating membrane with some wrinkles is pulled, and then the real eyeball is revealed.

Just like a crocodile...

The priest pointed to his left eye: "There is a saying among the elves that those who stare into the abyss will eventually become the abyss, and those who slay dragons will eventually become evil dragons.

When I was still young, I prayed and was fortunate enough to receive a response from the Lord. This eye is the blessing given to me by the Lord, which can clearly see the flow of chaotic energy... Every member of the high-level priest group has heard the voice of the Lord to some extent. My blessing is vision, and other colleagues are different.

The only thing that makes us reach a consensus is that those who have heard the words of the Lord will inevitably change. What emerged on your forearm is an ancient sacred text, which means..." (End of this chapter)