Warhammer in a box

Chapter 42 Plague Apostle
Ludwig's team arrived in Fardorf, and Bayershazer had already ordered the soldiers to receive them, but they didn't look very friendly.

The news of Malago's murder spread quickly throughout Faldorf, and everyone thought that he must have been killed by Bayershazer. However, when everyone learned that it was Ludwig who killed Malago, they all thought that the news must be false.

Ludwig was an ordinary imperial captain from Faldorf. Some people even remembered him. He was a passionate and upright young man.

His training results were excellent, but just excellent. He was not even the strongest among the soldiers of the same period. You said he killed a beastman who was considered a disaster?
Now he is going to be transformed from a soldier into an earl of the empire? What kind of destiny is this? No one would believe it. There must be something behind it! A dirty PY deal?

"You are Ludwig, right? Lord Bayershazer promoted you, you must remember to be grateful, but you have someone else's emblem on your chest. I really don't know what tree you have climbed. Come, your ship is ready!" After saying this, the official turned around and left.

Seeing the unfriendly expression of the person who received him, Ludwig obviously heard the dissatisfaction in that person's voice, and similarly, the people around them looked at them with a hint of displeasure.

A person who was originally in the same class as them suddenly rises to prominence and becomes a phoenix always arouses jealousy from others.

"Tsk, it seems that local officials everywhere are not much better, they all have the same face." Ferrer said mockingly.

"Oh? Ferrer, are there similar things in your world?" Ludwig asked curiously.

"Well, yes, there is no perfect place in this world, and your place is considered good. It's just that they didn't make trouble for us because they were unhappy with us. Some of our governors are not good people and can do anything."

Indeed, compared to those planetary governors or imperial officials who openly rebelled or even exploited civilians, the scene before them could be considered as their great kindness. As long as you believed in the Emperor and paid taxes well, the 40k Empire would not care how you ruled the planet.

Ludwig's team of more than 100 people followed the official to the port of Faldorf, where Faldorf's reinforcements were also gathering at the port waiting to board the ship.

There were a small number of Edelid Guards and giant swordsmen in the army formation, and most of the rest were spearmen and swordsmen, with a small number of musketeers. It seemed that no Elector would send out a large number of his elite troops to support others.

Ludwig's team with dwarves also attracted everyone's attention.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, the team boarded the ship and followed the main force down the river to Altdorf. Ludwig will accept his reward, and then go to Nordland with the reinforcements from the rest of the Elector's Territory.

It has to be said that traveling by boat is much faster than traveling by land. Without these huge canals, the empire's vast territory could not be connected by a ground road network alone.

Slowly, the ships from Nuln Territory also met them. There were not many soldiers on the ships from Nuln, but a large number of small cannons and mortars were tied and fixed on the ships. As the Empire's artillery academy, various types of artillery were the specialty of Nuln.

People from all the Elector Counties would take the initiative to go to Nuln to buy these war weapons or send people to learn how to make them.

The days on the boat were very leisurely, and in less than two days they would be able to reach their destination, Aldorf.

However, at this time, on the fleet's necessary route, the next imperial port where the fleet would stop for supplies was also a shipping transit supply station.

This supply transit station prospered because it was located on an essential shipping route for the empire.

Traveling caravans, rangers, mercenaries, and even church clergy would stop here to rest; it was a mixed crowd.

And today, a strange man arrived at the dock.

He was wrapped in a black cloak, with traces of exposure to the elements all over his body, with only his face exposed.

When he arrived at the gate of the dock, the soldiers quickly stopped the suspicious man.

"Hey! You, it's you, stop! What are you doing here!" The soldier stretched out his hand to stop the man who wanted to enter.

"I'm a doctor from the Tirian Association. I caught a cold after sleeping in the open air all the way. I hope you can let me in to buy some medicine!"

As he spoke, he took out some medical supplies and showed them to the soldiers.

The man said slowly. After hearing what the man said, the soldiers were no longer so disgusted. The Tirian Association was a famous medical association in Altdorf, but even the people in the association did not know that the inner circle of their association, that is, the top leaders, were all followers of Nurgle.

"Open your cloak!" The soldier still maintained due vigilance. He looked at the man and suspected that there was something hidden under his wide cloak.

Hearing the soldier's words, the man obediently lifted up his cloak, but as the cloak was lifted up, a disgusting stench wafted out from the man's body.

The soldiers who smelled the scent immediately retreated.

"Stinky! It's so fucking stinky, what's that smell on you!" said the soldier, covering his nose.

Although the smell was unpleasant, there was indeed nothing else on the man after he lifted his cloak. He was only wearing a thin coat, and there was no way that there was anything hidden inside the clothes.

If there was anything strange, it was that the man's belly looked a little big.

"It's inevitable to have a little smell in the wild. To be honest, after catching a cold, I was afraid that taking a shower outside would make my condition worse, so I haven't cleaned myself properly for more than ten days. Please help me."

"Okay, okay, go away, you stink so much, go clean your body quickly! You're making me unable to eat my lunch!" The soldier waved his hand in disgust and let the man in.

But as soon as the man walked into the door, the flattering expression on his face immediately turned gloomy.

"Poor mortals... cherish your last moments..."

The man shuttled between the buildings at the dock, turning left and right, bypassing residential areas, warehouses, and taverns. He was very familiar with the terrain and it was not his first time here.

The man didn't stop until he came to a building built on the riverside.

The man walked to the door.

"Boom boom boom" "Boom boom boom" "Boom" "Boom boom"

After a rhythmic knock on the door, footsteps were heard from the other side.

"it's me……"

Hearing the man's voice, the wooden door opened and a man with a pale and colorless face spoke.

"You are late, Murray. If you are one day late, the reinforcements from the empire will pass through here. If the plan is delayed, you know the consequences!"

"I'm here! You guys are hiding really well here. We weren't discovered."

"Humph, these mortals don't care about a person like me. They just think I'm a loner. If I give the guards a little more money, these ignorant people will treat me as if I don't exist. This remote house is just right for us to hide. Did you bring your things? I've prepared the solution."

"Of course, I put a lot of effort into making these! When this is over, my loving father will definitely reward me!"

As he spoke, Murray pulled out a few bottles from his arms. The bottles contained dark green liquid, wriggling worms, and some rotten internal organs. Just looking at them made one's scalp tingle.

"I heard that there is another man named Ludwig in the Empire, and Malago was killed by him. Although I don't quite believe it, it is still necessary to get rid of him regardless of whether it is true or not. News came from the Tirian Association in Aldolf that he is in the fleet supporting the Nords this time. If we kill him, we may be able to use his body to cultivate a more powerful plague!"

As he spoke, Murray threw all the materials in his hand into the crucible in front of him.

“Praise the Father”

(End of this chapter)