Chapter 108 Middenheim

  Nordland, Middenheim, City of White Wolves.

  It is located on the plateau in the north of the empire. It is a huge city full of spiral staircases and minarets built on high cliffs. Its four embankment bridges span the high cliffs and connect the passages to the empire. It's winter now, and snow covers most of the plateau, but there's no way to quench someone's fiery heart of exploration.

   "This is another world! A city in another world! It's amazing!"

Looking at the city in front of her, An was so excited that she was about to jump up. In fact, when she was brought to the space station by Duanmuhuai, the princess kept her high spirits, as excited as if she was planning to go into the snow. Happy Alaska. When they left the space station in a gunboat, entered the atmosphere, and came all the way to the northern part of the empire, Her Royal Highness was so excited that she almost couldn't find the north. After all, it was the first time for her to personally experience how to travel through a planet, and An even asked Duanmuhuai very excitedly if their world was also a huge sphere.

  Hmm... Although I'm sorry for An, the world of soul fragments is indeed flat at present. Maybe enough soul fragments can be collected later to transform them into planets, but now...it's really flat.

  Of course, at the very beginning, An also had trouble with Duanmuhuai, because Guleya couldn't come with her.

There is no way around this. After all, Guleiya's human features are too obvious. It may be easy to say in other places, but in this world, if she comes, she will definitely be killed by witch hunters and the like as beastmen, and even more so. Not to mention the various organizations that believe in evil gods... that would be even more troublesome.

  So in the end, Muhuai decided to divide the army into two groups, letting Lorena take the two dragonmen, Guleya and Feilin, to the holy city, while he took Ann and Augis to Middenheim.

  At first, An was very reluctant about this, but in the end it was Guleya who persuaded her and said that they would share their travel experiences when they came back, so An finally nodded and agreed.

  Looking at her happy Erha look now, the unhappiness before has obviously flown to the clouds long ago.

   "Don't forget what I told you."

   Duanmuhuai grabbed Ann's shoulder, then stared at her again and said.

"You are not allowed to use magic, you are not allowed to meddle in your own business, even if you are doing good deeds, this world is far worse than you can imagine. Compared with the filthy and filthy things here, Fife is considered an angel. So , Be careful, be cautious, you don't want Guleya to worry about you, do you?"

   "Hmm... I see."

  Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, An also calmed down a bit. On the way here, Duanmu Huai also gave her a popular science about the situation of this world and the situation of the mages in this world. It also let An know that this world is not as peaceful and kind as the world she is in. To be honest, Duanmu Huai didn't intend to bring An here, but... who said that An's talent as a mage is too good, and Duanmu Huai really lacks the assistance of a mage?

  That's why he brought Ann and Augis here.

  As for the remaining members of the battle group, Fia was sent to see the family by Duanmu Huai because she was too unstable. And Melody also returned to the Holy City to report with Lorena.

  Only he brought Ann and Augis here.

   This city of white wolves.

  As the frontline of the empire's fight against chaos, Middenheim is one of the few cities in the empire where the Church of Ulrich dominates. Ulric is the **** of winter, war and the white wolf. Before the establishment of the empire, it was once the most important **** believed by mankind.

   Followers of Ulric value bravery, self-reliance, and strength, and look down on Sigmar followers who chatter and play tricks like pussies. In the eyes of the followers of Ulric, the followers of Sigmar are more like weak and incompetent waste who like to make excuses.

  The city of Middenheim also showed the wildness, bravery and perseverance of the followers of Ulrich. Just walking into the city gate and looking at the simple but resolute stone building in front of you, you can feel the bravery and spirit conveyed here from the God of White Wolf.

   Especially compared with Altdorf, which is full of exquisite and luxurious buildings, the gap between the two is even greater. If Altdorf is a luxurious work of art that looks like it has been carefully carved by craftsmen, then Middenheim is more like a masterpiece of nature. There is no need for any decoration or polishing, just existing here is enough to show a wild sense of oppression.

The Middenheim man is tall, but Duanmuhuai is even taller. He is carrying a warhammer and striding down the street, and the pedestrians on both sides are all looking at him in surprise or astonishment—of course, No one without eyes came forward to seek death. After all, Duanmuhuai's hideous and terrifying power armor, coupled with his strong figure, was already the best representative of "Danger Level MAX".

  If someone dares to come up to find trouble, he is either blind or mentally retarded.

  Augis and An Ze wore cloaks and followed behind Duanmuhuai, especially An, who was opening a pair of round eyes curiously at the crowds and buildings coming and going. Although Manalia looks like a medieval magical country on the surface, it has basically entered the era of the magic industrial revolution. Therefore, Ann's feeling of looking at Middenheim is the same as that of a person from the industrial revolution in the 18th century who traveled to the 14th century, full of curiosity and freshness.

   "Mr. Knight, where are we going now?"

  Facing An's curious question, Duanmu Huai gave the answer.

   "First, as all adventure novels begin, we're going to the tavern."

  As Duanmuhuai said, most adventure legends start in a tavern.

   Dim oil lamps were lit inside, drunken guests waved wine bottles, and occasionally even some people got drunk and fought in the corner. Scantily clad waitresses hold glasses aloft, surround the guests with adulation, and pass them glass after glass of bad beer. The entire tavern was noisy and noisy, and with the help of this annoying noise, some people were also quietly passing on some conspiracies and tricks, and even some information.

   "I don't know what you want, warrior."

  The bartender standing behind the cabinet looked at Duanmuhuai in front of him, sighed silently, and put a glass of wine in front of him. He turned his head and tried his best to divert his gaze away from Duanmuhuai's face - the dim candlelight could only reflect the lower half of Duanmuhuai's face, but this made people feel even more frightened.

"Frankly speaking, the time for you to come is not good. It is winter. The beastmen in the forest have returned to their dirty lairs, curled up to rest like bears. Of course, maybe they are planning the next attack But not now, I heard that the magistrate is vowing to rectify Middenheim and completely eliminate those humble kings, but I don’t recommend you to go into this muddy water, after all, he is very likely to be killed at some point The reason lies somewhere unknown, and Middenheim will be here just as it is."

   "But there's always something to buy."

Duanmuhuai fiddled with the wine glass in his hand. The wine glass that was bigger than a normal man's face was as small as a toy in his hand. He sat beside him, staring at him and the bartender with his eyes wide open like a curious child. The dialogue between them, as if they were entering the opening of an adventure novel, was full of joy and excitement.

  "I am a warrior, and I long for blood, battle and glory. Of course, we came here not just to enjoy the beauty of Middenheim, although it is indeed a beautiful city."

   “It’s certainly a beautiful city.”

   No one would dislike hearing others praise their hometown. The bartender smiled and his face softened a lot.

"I can see that you are a brave, tough, tough warrior. You could be someone's guest if you wanted to. Maybe you could twist your head when those accursed Chaos savages from the north attack." Take their heads off and smash them into meat paste to declare your strength. But it's a pity..."

   Speaking of this, the bartender spread his hands.

   "I really don't have any special news."

"ok, I get it."

  Duanmuhuai nodded, and didn't say much, after all, this is not a game, and he doesn't expect to get the main task as soon as he comes... Well, even though that's what he said, but...

   "Soldier, if you can, how about chatting with me?"

   At this moment, a voice suddenly came from Duanmuhuai's side. He turned his head and saw a wandering adventurer with long hair and holding a long sword in his hand, smiling and watching him.

   "If you are eager for battle and blood, then maybe we can cooperate."

  (end of this chapter)