Warhammer Throne

As the cardinal of the Church of Justice second only to the archbishop and the great chanter, Alfred only took more than a hundred people when he came to participate in the Silvania Jihad this time. The losses in the last battle of the Tharfjord It has not yet recovered, and it is not good for Afu to know that the whole army will be dispatched again. After all, he is the patriarch of the Diocese of West Bretania.

Along the Ivey River, as we gradually approached Sylvania, the number of civilians became less and less, and the number of troops increased. Although the Elector Marius was neurotic, his military and internal abilities were both. not bad.

However, after all, Marius, like all nobles, is only responsible for managing and protecting the people of his fief, others? I'm sorry, I can't manage that much, please do it yourself.

In the border area of ​​Steir, Ivy, and Sylvania, there is a three-nothing zone. This is the Dark Valley. It is also called the City of Night by many people. This ghost place is now full of refugees and adventures. Most of the people who came to try their luck were desperadoes, and the law and order were very poor, but people still flocked in.

The reason is simple. The vampire secretly controls the Night City. Here, any human can sell his blood to the vampire in exchange for money or food. The generosity of the von Kastein family makes the refugees feel the long-lost warmth. This kind of warmth is even warmer than the relief food (porridge) delivered by Karl Franz, or the few copper plates and one or two pieces of black bread that the nobles had worked hard all day.

Selling blood is just a few silver coins. Don't make money too easy.

What, don't want to sell blood or can sell it if there is no blood? It’s okay. People can also contribute to von Kastein’s career by digging and collecting all kinds of dead bones. Manfred von Kastein is a good man, and the last vampire count encourages these to struggle on the line of hunger. Of humans, go to tombs to dig graves, steal dead bones and corpses, these things can allow the undead to quickly form an army.

However, within a year or two, scattered graves and mass graves within two to three hundred kilometers nearby were almost hollowed out.

After the jihadists arrived at Tempelhof Castle, Alfred deliberately wanted to know the situation. He took an entourage and went to the Night City in the Dark Gulch privately, wanting to see the situation.

The approach of the jihadists did not bring the night city to a fiery end. On the contrary, when Alfred stepped into this place that was shrouded in darkness and hard to see the sun all year round, an instinctive discomfort quickly attacked. This dedicated cardinal.

Dark sky, dark city, dark street, dark people, only the green evil moon glowing with weird green light in the sky, Mosrib has never been so bright.

"Hey! Welcome to the night city, I’m Jet!" Soon, someone walked up. He looked haggard, his eyes sunken and pale skin, and he saw Alfred in a black robe appear. , This human being is very excited: "Hey, brother, maybe you need a guide? In Night City, no one loves this city more than I do. I love this city just like I love your mother! I regret how I did. Didn't you shoot your thing on the wall? I'm going to beg at the door now? Brother, do you have any wine? A bite?"

"I'm new here, I don't know how to play." Alfred skillfully took out a bottle of inferior barley wine from the bag, which tastes more like horse urine than ale, but this guy obviously can't control it. So much, he drank it gruntingly: "Hiccup, this delicious, you are my brother from today, newcomer."

"Isn't I your father?" Ah Fu sneered.

"Oh! Dad!" Jeter's shameless look made Alfred sick, and he noticed a lot of needles on this guy's arms and arms.

"Well, lead the way, where can I have fun?" Alfred's proficiency was almost inconsistent with the word cardinal.

"Anywhere, Dad!" Jeter said with a wild smile, "Every day, there will be many newcomers like you, but as long as three months, half of them will become corpses, delicious and delicious. And the pretty girl Kislov with big **** and big boobs! But the price is not average."

"Price?" Alfred looked at everything carefully.

"Usually it takes two blood sales to be enough." Jett whirled around happily: "But be careful. Generally no one can save the money for two blood sales. Even if they do, they must always be careful not to take them away Everything about you, or a hammer that throws your head away, in this place, there is no law, only the size of a fist. Do you know where the greatest and most legendary names of Sylvania are?"

"In the graveyard~"

With a pun, Alfred was amused: "This is how your vampire master taught you?"

"Hey, brother, I can tell you that in Sylvania, we don’t eat the empire. Here, no matter what the origin of the hero, anyone has a chance to become a real noble. Mainly you can get those midnights The nobles like it."

"Don't call me Dad?"

"It's over, brother, unless you'd like to invite me another drink."

Alfred wandered a few times in the dim lights, narrow streets, noisy alleys and chaotic markets. The cardinal thought he would encounter countless sins and distortions, but in fact what he saw, It was indeed a large group of refugees crowded together, warming each other, and living by selling blood to vampires and collecting dead bones.

Most of their faces are pale with excessive blood loss and weakness with excessive indulgence. After selling blood, they consume wildly, enjoy, and then squander the money before selling blood. The cycle repeats, these people have become as vampires want. Become a "blood slave" and willingly become the blood source of vampires.

Unlike Vlad von Kastein, who pays much attention to the number of living people in the territory in order to provide sufficient blood sources, Manfred has already made Silvania without living people. This has already been said in the previous article. , I will not repeat it here.

Turning out of the night city, Alfred saw with his own eyes how the undead collect the "blood tax" and "bone tax", and what makes Alfred most distressed is that the refugees are satisfied with this. Compared with the noble lords and bureaucratic tax collectors, the vampires are more gentle. For these midnight nobles, money and food are outside the body. Alfred had to see the Church of Justice in collecting taxes and smashing bones. Since these midnight nobles are still fierce!

What's more black and humorous is that there are all kinds of publicity at the blood selling scene.

"On the days of a family of three,

Plan carefully,

Daughter's birthday,

I have to live in a decent way!

Mr. Thomas of Ostermark, sold blood to his daughter for her birthday. "

Alfred stuck a thousand words in his chest, and the Cardinal sighed and strode away while Jeter was holding him.

Sylvania has no living people anymore. These words resounded back and forth in Alfred’s heart, and the cardinal couldn’t help praying again: “My lord, they are all your people, please don’t give up. them."

Walking along the riverside of the filthy and chaotic Easier River, Alfred once again doubted the holy war.

He did not doubt the need to eliminate vampires, nor did he doubt that Sylvania had to be purified.

Alfred is wondering, even if we eliminate the undead and solve the problem of Silvania, can we save and improve the livelihood of the people here?

The church burned everything with a fire, nailed the vampires to the stakes and killed them, and after Manfred and his Castine blood were all settled, can Sylvania really be saved? ?

The follow-up must keep up, but neither the church nor the imperial court can do anything about it.

The Cardinal was waiting to leave, and there was a little movement on the banks of the Evil Sieg River, which was full of stinky bodies and corpses.

It's not about corpses, corpses are everywhere, refugees fleeing from the north, objects abandoned by Night City, silly waste from selling blood, and civilians killed by fighting.

Some scavengers were eating, and Alfred didn’t bother to pay attention to them. He was about to return to Tempelhof quickly to meet the jihadists. There was a khaka ground between the withered grass in front of him. sound.

Alfred subconsciously squeezed his warhammer and approached it cautiously. However, when he saw the scene before him, the cardinal's cold hair stood upright, his whole body shivered, and a deep icy feeling poured directly from the sky to the bottom of his feet.

A little brown-haired girl was eating a corpse. She looked only two or three years old, with big pure eyes, blinking and blinking.

But under the big eyes, there was a mouth full of blood stains, and the singles wrapped around her were in tatters, showing an extremely filthy dark green. The little girl screamed, but took out the internal organs that had begun to decompose from the corpse. She gulped it down, she didn't even understand anything. Seeing Alfred looking at her, she also showed a big smile, and then pulled out a piece of internal organs, which seemed to be inviting Alfred to share it.

Can we really save Silvania? With tears in his eyes, the cardinal tried to get closer. The little girl smiled happily, clapped her hands vigorously when someone was willing to pay attention to herself, and then handed a handful of **** internal organs to the cardinal.

Alfred quickly reached out and pushed away.

What's wrong? Why don't you want to eat it? Don't you eat? The little girl blinked her eyes in confusion, tilted her head to express doubt.

The cardinal shivered all over, Alfred's hands trembled, he gritted his teeth, and the zealous bishop let his tears fall.

Why does it become like this?

Humans, chaos, undead, whose responsibility is it? !

Anyway, Manfred! I must kill you!

"Go, come with me." Alfred gritted his teeth, picked up the little girl, and checked her body to make sure that she was in good condition. His black robe was soon stained with blood, and the Cardinal was confused. The puzzled little girl left and returned to the jihadist camp.

A few hours later, Alfred arrived at Templehof.

The jihadist camp is a little bit chaotic. After all, this is a religious army, a secular army, mercenaries, and wizards. Alfred hurriedly handed the little girl to a war priest and asked his subordinates to get her something to eat. Clean it up, and then rush to Daying.

The Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Vikma-Fortitude, is arranging the march. The reinforcements led by Ivy and Sol are still on the way. Now only about 12,000 people have arrived in Templehof. There is a lot of controversy among the coaches about whether to march immediately. , The archbishop and the legendary witcher von Corden advocated marching immediately and caught the undead by surprise, while the instructor of the sun knight Lupio-flame and the light mage Buri Qiaowei believed that we should wait for the army to converge.

Alfred also thinks that we should wait for the army to converge, but he has to admit that it makes sense for Vikmar and von Corden to march in a hurry. More than 10,000 people spend a lot of money to eat and drink Lazard every day, and there is almost no supply nearby, and they are poor. It’s impossible for the Steiers to provide logistics at all. What they can rely on is Ivy’s food assistance or even the supplies directly shipped from Rick’s. The logistics line is very long, and the jihadists only need to drag it for a day, and the logistics will be tense. one day.

At the same time, according to the news from the scouts, the undead army is still gathering slowly. If you advance at this time, you might be able to catch Manfred by surprise and take Dunkenhof Castle.

After discussing for three hours to no avail, Vicma signaled to take a break today and the meeting adjourned, and then summoned a group of vampire hunters who were already crazy. These vampire hunters were not formal demon hunters. Many of them were already in their dreams. Suffocating Nagash's whispers and approaching madness, but also revealed a fatal news-the undead are planning to resurrect Nagash!

When Alfred came out of the big tent, he saw the distant fire and huge plumes of smoke.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the Dark Valley, my Excellency Cardinal. Our vanguard has reached the Night City and burned it to ashes. There shouldn't be a place to hide dirt and dirt." A cardinal said casually. Said.

"However, many people there are innocent civilians!" Alfred was surprised.

"They became dogs of the undead. They are no longer civilians, but enemies." As soon as the cardinal's voice fell, Alfred was waiting to say something. He suddenly found that the little girl he had brought back was being taken by several ascetics. Press on a tree stump.

"No! What are you doing?!" Alfred pushed the cardinal away and roared.

When it was too late, the chain yelled down, and the little girl's head exploded, and blood and white flowers sprayed everywhere.

Before she died, she looked at Alfred with an incomprehensible gaze, as if she didn't understand why these people should treat themselves this way?

"No!" Alfred grabbed his weapon and rushed towards the group of ascetics, and killed the executioner with one hammer: "She's just a child, she doesn't understand anything! She doesn't understand anything!"

A **** clash broke out in the camp until Archbishop Vekmar arrived.

"Any filth must be purified immediately! Alfred." After Vekema understood the cause and effect of the matter, the archbishop came up with a scowling criticism in Alfred’s hopeful gaze: "Do you know you are in the end? What are you doing? Alfred, you idiot, are you trying to shield vampires?!"

"She's not a vampire, she's just an ordinary human child!" Alfred shouted as everyone stopped.

"Ordinary human children will have their mouths full of blood, and there are human internal organs hidden in their clothes?" The archbishop slapped Alfred's face with a slap, and Vic Ma said, "Wake up! My cardinal! Have you forgotten the teachings of our lord? Have you forgotten our dogma? The filth must be purified, for the sake of King Ryan, don't let me remind you the second time!"

After the archbishop scolded Alfred in front of everyone, a farce ended in a hurry, and Alfred sat down on the ground.

Is there something wrong?

We are here to save Sylvania, but why... what we brought to our compatriots was massacre and destruction?

Isn't it... what's wrong?

…………I am the dividing line of Manfred biss…………

"The Mujahideen has arrived at Tempelhof."

Dunkenhof Castle, Manfred von Kastein is discussing the next step with Ackhan, the Lich King.

"If the jihadists are assembled, it will be a big threat to us." Akhan said calmly: "We should take the lead."

"No." Manfred smiled coldly: "Guess who would be the happiest if we attack Sylvania first?"

"Jihadist?" Akhan thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, they wish we could rush out, wish we would leave Sylvania and fight them in the sun." Manfred nodded: "In this way, we can neither use our military advantage nor complete the trapping of the archbishop. s plan."

"Then next..."

"Fortunately, we have an excellent servant who can complete this task." Manfred clapped his hands, and a necromancer walked out of the darkness.

"Hermann-Gust, the youngest of the five Templehoff brothers."

"He understands the terrain of Tempelhof and can complete the task of enticing the enemy. It only requires a decent failure. Vekema must personally lead the jihadist army into Sylvania and follow."

"you sure?"

"I'm extremely sure, because I know very well that our archbishop will make this decision, sure."