Warhammer Throne

  PS: I originally wanted to make two changes today, but last night I stayed up late to watch no always hit the dungeon. The two changes depend on the situation.

  May 2525 in the imperial calendar.

  The Nurgle Dragon fleet led by the three brothers Grot is approaching the Sea of ​​Claws at a slow and firm speed.

According to Aicharn’s arrangement, the Nurgle Vanguard was divided into three groups. The three Grot brothers attacked Marienburg from the Sea of ​​Talons, and the Grit-Spitter crossed Nord and Drachwald to attack Kalonburg, and the maggots The three brothers of the cavalry regiment attacked Tarabeheim along the Tarabek River, and finally the three-way army will meet under the throne of Charlemagne, the capital of the empire, Braunschweig.

  The triplets will dominate the three-way army to invade the heart of the old world. The clay pot full of plague is not only entrusted to the three brothers Grot, but also to the war lord who commanded the other two-way army. All that remains is to assemble the armies of the major tribes and set sail.

  Fortunately for the old world, the marching speed of Nurgle's army is very slow, even if the children of these fathers use the whip to draw their speed.

Unfortunately, the special effects of the slow marching of Nurgle's army, coupled with their relatively good coverage of their military goals, caused the old world to be unclear about what the Chaos Vanguard wanted to do. At this moment, it is in danger. At this time, most people still have only self-protection in their minds. With only half of the country left, many wise men in the empire tried to unite, but at this time their proud army had been defeated in the north.

On the coast of the Java Sea, which was spilt with the light of the evil moon, Otto, the three brothers of Grote, laughed loudly. He especially liked his giant chaos dragon ship, and his father gave each of the three brothers one ship. Giant ships, these giant ships do not need to be produced. In fact, Norsca’s largest dragon ship fjord does not have the ability to produce such a huge ship of hundreds of meters long, but Chaos does not need it. It only needs a large-scale ceremony. The built dragon ship giant The ship just floated up from the fjord with a "huh~", everything was ready, just board the ship.

So when the barbarians desperately shouted "Build a ship! Build a ship!", they don't really want to build a ship, they just want a vent. As we all know, violence is easier to vent emotions, while rational theories generally suppress irrationality. Yes, and writing rational things is difficult, requiring rigorous arguments and self-consistent logic, and violence is not only unnecessary, and it is very easy to get everyone’s approval.

Unfortunately, this is an idealistic world. When all Norskans have "shipbuilding" in their minds, when their will echoes in the subspace, and when their souls sing together in the realm of Nurg, The benevolent father Nurgle immediately received a generous gift from the mortal world, and of course the fat grandfather would not be stingy.

  This is how the giant fleet of the three Grote brothers came.

   Probably this is "no food, no clothes, and my own Yankee sent it forward, no ships, no guns, and my father made it for us."

  The Sea of ​​Claws has long been full of danger, and there are mutated abyssal monsters everywhere. As long as they wave their tentacles, they can penetrate the wooden hull of the dragon ship.

   What’s more dangerous is that in recent decades, Osuan’s high-precision fleet has also been recruited here.

Although the high elves are full of arrogance and prejudice, the whole world must affirm the contribution of high precision in anti-mixing. The high elves really believe that they have an obligation to protect the peace of the world (regardless of the way), so since Targris and After the alliance of the saviors, the high-precision fleet began to maintain the peace of the Talon Sea and the Great Ocean. In addition to protecting the trade routes, the high-precision indeed felt that he had an obligation to do something.

  Whenever the northern wolf ship strays into the open sea, Osuan’s fleet will spare no effort to encircle and suppress them, and the Norscar dragon ship is basically not an opponent of the high-precision fleet. For decades

In fact, when the Grote Brothers marched, the old Norsca raiders under their command humbled and kindly reminded the Grote Brothers that the high-precision fleet on the Talon Sea is not easy to deal with, or we Go along the Nordic collar.

   "The era of the empire that never sets in the sun is over! The pointy-eared kid will die today!" the eldest brother of the three brothers, Otto, roared.

   "I want to make a new book of magic with those pointed ears." Ezerak, the second brother of the three brothers, laughed wildly.

   "The same is true for me." The third brother of the three brothers, Gurit, is a giant Nurgle war beast with no intelligence, and he probably only knows this sentence.

  The three Grote brothers decided that the rush was over.

Sure enough, two weeks after the start of the voyage, the Chaos Fleet of the Grote Brothers broke into the depths of the Talon Sea. Wherever this filthy dragon fleet passes by, it will leave dark green ripples and corrosion on the sea. The stench can be smelled from several nautical miles away. Of course, this will not be ignored by the high-precision patrol fleet. As the symbolic Phoenix flag rises, the high-precision eagle fleet begins to appear in the Chaos Fleet. Far away.

Accompanied by the high-precision singing "Heart of Oak" and "Phoenix Flag Never Fall", a series of heavy impacts blasted from the ears of the Grote brothers, a sailor covered with diseased sarcoma and a body swollen like The Yankee of the balloon was nailed to the side of the dragon boat with a cry.

  The eldest brother Otto did not respond, and the second brother Ezerac laughed wildly.

The laughter continued, and the high-precision claw ballista bombarded the surface of the dragon ship like raindrops. The watchtower of the fore mast was blown to pieces, and the side deck of the hull was blasted by the claw ballista. , The Yankee's body was torn to pieces by the high-precision overwhelming firepower.

  The three Grot brothers continued to laugh. The Norskars had almost no long range, so they let high-precision shooting.

  After several rounds of volleys of the elven eagle ships, the giant Norsca ships still stand tall.

The body of the Yankee who was shredded by the ballista was healing quickly, and it turned into two people if he couldn't. Any fatal damage attack on the Yankee's body unless it is a direct headshot, it is like a toothpick hitting the jelly. It's the same as going up and then passing through. Except for the sound of puff puff puff puff and puff puff puff, splashing juice, almost no harm is formed.

   "Use a little harder! Harder! Pointy ear boy, haven't you eaten this?" Big brother Otto laughed wildly while holding the giant scythe.

   "Just this, this is it? What about scraping?" The second brother Ezerak was not to be outdone.

   "The same is true for me!" The third brother, Gurit, chirped.

The various plagues and thick humus wrapped on the giant dragon ship seemed to have life. Under the spell of the second brother Ezerak, the humus quickly began to smoke and churned like life, and the edges appeared fine and dense. Small sarcomas, they trembled as if they were alive, covering all the broken and wounds caused by the Eagle Claw Ballista.

  In less than half an hour, a thick, sticky and full of creeping maggots replaced the surface of the dragon boat and continued to perform their duties.

  After the high-precision eagle fleet bombarded frantically, the dragon fleet was intact.

  The high-end elites seem to have realized something. They began to try to get close to the Norskars. The long-range can't make the barbarians succumb, so let's use the proudest jumping help of the high elves!

  Several eagle warships carrying proud high-precision sailors quickly approached, they launched a rain of arrows at the Yankee, and then took up their weapons, ready to jump to help.

  The next second, the faces of these high-precision sailors and crew suddenly showed extreme horror!

   Tentacles, dozens of tentacles!

Suddenly dozens of tentacles appeared under the tossing sea. All of these tentacles were more than fifty centimeters in diameter and tens of meters in length. They directly entangled the high-precision eagle ship like magic. The mast of the battleship was cut in half, and the deck was covered with foul-smelling tentacles. They entangled the body, hands and feet of the high-precision soldier. The surface of the tentacles soon secreted an inexplicable mucus. The high elves were originally The shiny skin quickly corroded and smoked after touching the mucus, and then chickenpox and red moss appeared all over the body. In their crazy and miserable cry, dozens of high-precision soldiers melted.

  From the skin, to the flesh and blood, to the organs and then to the bones, it melted in a true sense.

  But these high-quality people are still alive! There were screams in the mud from time to time.

After    killed the soldiers, the tentacles slammed violently on the surface of the deck under Ezerac's orders, pulling off the mast, smashing the cabin, and whipping the eagle-claw ballistas.

The three high-precision eagle boats that rushed up to fight for help did not persist for more than 20 minutes, and they were directly turned into fragments. Hope of escape.

  The remaining high-precision warships saw this scene, and the leading flagship immediately issued a retreat flag. The other elven warships quickly turned around and retreated and disappeared into the distance.

  "This battle is just the beginning of our revenge. We will dedicate Brunswick to our loving father before Charlemagne's corrupted throne!" Big brother Otto felt the power of Nurgle.

"Everything will rot eventually. No mortal can avoid it. The only ending is to join us or perish in decay!" The second brother Ezerak raised his staff, hundreds of giant tentacles and his movements on the sea level. Raise your hands together.

   "It's the same for me."

  …………I am the same dividing line for me…………

  Marinburg in May began to enter the most prosperous stage of the year, but the high elves had the worst news!

  The enemy is coming! Chaos has really come, all the way towards Marienburg!

  Thousands of dragon ships are approaching slowly and firmly. The three leading three Nurgle God-chosen Grote brothers approached Marienburg in an unstoppable manner.

  At this time, the population of Marienburg has been reduced by nearly one-third, and the remaining dozens of large merchants in the upper and lower houses of Marienburg have actually made a lot of money after the first wave of retreat.

In total, only three members of the House of Lords chose to leave Marienburg, Grand Duke Schultz, Viscount Casanova, and Bernard Arnott. These three members of the House of Lords and six members of the House of Commons had no choice but to leave Marienburg. Sold all of his real estate at a price of 30%-50%.

In addition to the partially evacuated small and medium-sized businessmen and many citizens, the ownerless industry in Marienburg has directly reached more than 20%. These huge vacancies and markets make the big trench businessmen feel like sharks smelling blood. A crazy merger!

   To gain market share, seize shops, control purchase channels, and complete industry monopoly!

  Good times are here!

   What makes these big merchants ecstatic is that the Lake Fairy Church has withdrawn from Marienburg, and no one will be fair to hired workers and civilians!

  What is the 12-hour work system, what is the minimum wage, what is the compensation for work-related injuries, and what is the labor security?

  These are the feudal remnants of decadence and backwardness. They must be swept into the garbage dump of history. We at Marienburg do not want this!

  Struggle is the main theme, sing the praises of beating the workers in the early morning!

This is a carnival of capital. For more than a month, all the big trench merchants in Marienburg have focused their attention on mergers, until the high-precision ambassador passed the news to the upper and lower houses, and the Grand Duke Valverde and the others Only then realized that perhaps Chaos is really going to come true!

  In the extravagant parliamentary hall, the newly appointed Grand Duke Marienburg asked everyone’s opinion: "The Chaos Fleet is getting closer, everyone."

  Member of the House of Lords De Boer believes: "Shou still has to be guarded. We have no reason not to guard our property. Everyone, please remember that private property is sacred and inviolable. This is our Marienburg spirit!"

  Everyone nodded, and all the property of the people who stayed behind was in the Mariin Fort.

   Another Bettencourt-Meyers tentatively asked: "Can we still be the same as last time?"

Last time? Grand Duke Valverde remembered the last incident in Siegwald: "You mean...trying to negotiate with the barbarians?"

"The barbarians will come to looting, there are nothing more than two reasons, one is people, the other is supplies." De Boer is very serious: "Ask you clearly, what the barbarians want, can't you just give them? Let's take it easy. Wealth will come back again. What we need now is time to consolidate the achievements of you over the past month!"

   "How can this be?"

   "What kind of messy decision is this?"

  "Do we work for the barbarians? Give them what they want?"

There were many angry roars from the big businessmen in the parliament hall. In any case, the businessmen are humans after all. The last time Siegwald turned around can be understood as revenge against the Sun King Ryan. After all, he had harmed the interests of Marienburg. , But this time the Chaos Fleet comes again and you give it again. What does it mean to bow down?

  Most people still want to stand and earn money.

Seeing that most people disagreed, De Boer frowned. He simply asked Francesco, the commander of Marienburg City Defense: "Then the question is here, General Francisco, can you tell us if the Chaos Army really Called here, do you have any plans?"

   "No plan." General Francisco directly shook his head.

"No plan? How did you become the city defense commander? We pay you a salary of 500 gold marks a year, and a maintenance fee of tens of thousands of gold marks to the city defense army every year. Now you give us no plan?" Valverde The Grand Duke said dissatisfied: "Have you never thought about how to fight?"

"I have never fought against such a large-scale Chaos army. In the entire Marienburg, Blackbeard Titch has probably faced such an enemy in the Battle of Noor's Gate." General Francisco lowered his head: "It's just that. ..."

"What the **** do you want to say? Hurry up!" Everyone in the parliament hall was impatient. Alan Wertheimer, the president of the largest perfume and luxury goods chamber in the old world, asked: "Otherwise we can fire you now. ."

   "Well, as Mr. De Boer said, let's try to contact the barbarians and ask them what conditions they have." Francisco a little embarrassedly agreed with President De Boer's words.

   "Hey! Do you know what you are talking about? Francisco!"

   "It's not the time to tell stories?"

   "What a joke!"

  There were waves of dissatisfaction in the parliament.

  "Are you serious? My general?" Grand Duke Valverde's expression moved, but he showed no obvious likes or dislikes.

   "I'm serious." The city defense commander nodded.

"How can this be? Do you think our seawall is not strong enough? Our artillery is not powerful enough? Our six wizard towers are not strong enough? Or do you think the three land boats we put in the warehouse are not enough for the barbarians And retreat? Didn’t the former Tamu Khan’s powerful army also be defeated in front of Nur’s four land boats?" President Bettencourt Meyers obviously felt the cowardly behavior of Francisco Very dissatisfied, he directly scolded: "If it doesn't work, then change!"

"But what if the land boats are not good?" Francisco emphasized: "If we don't give the Yankee any opportunity to put forward conditions and explain, and we go up and go to war, wouldn't it be easy to put Marienburg into war? It hurts everyone’s interests? Besides, if there really is a fight, the land boat won’t work? What will everyone do at that time?"

  The entire hall of the magnificent house is quiet as a chicken.

"So, first of all, send people to contact the Yankees to understand what they want. Everything can be discussed. There is nothing that can't be discussed. Give them everything that can be given to them. Can they still use the land of Marienburg Move the shops and piers back to Norsca?" General Francisco clasped his hands on the sandalwood table: "As long as they can go back, they can go back to attack other places, Marin. If the fort is saved, everyone’s wealth will be preserved. Isn’t that true?"

  The audience continued to be silent.

  Many people have emotional expressions on their faces.

  It’s just too embarrassing, and the politics is particularly incorrect. Everyone is embarrassed to be the first to agree.

   Until Grand Duke Valverde took the initiative to speak, he smiled: "I think, although Francisco's approach is a bit wrong... the position is correct, but it is also a way to solve the problem, everyone, right?"

  Many big merchants nodded immediately.

"In any case, I would rather pay a large sum of money to retreat the barbarians, and I can't tolerate Bretons or empires coming to our Marienburg again!" President De Boer nodded repeatedly, he did not. Said politely: "The fellow Ivan came to blackmail us once, and then the Sun King came to ransack us again, right? You must know that the Barbarian people go southward at most once in more than ten years. -Franz or Ryan Makado such evil wolves taste the sweetness, they will come every day to knock the bones and **** the marrow, this is the real disaster and doomsday!"

   "Oh oh oh, good point!"

   "One thing to say, one thing, indeed!"

   "I'd rather give it to the Yankee, don't give it to the wolf!"

"It is necessary to pay for the Yankee to retreat. It is necessary to spend money to organize the city defense and hire all the mercenary groups, including the ogre mercenaries to defend our achievements. This is also a necessary expense." De Boer continued. Said, he waved his fist: "But ask for help from the empire? Arm the citizens on the battlefield? These are extra and unnecessary expenses. Who knows what happens when those people get our money and our weapons?"

"And that... Czar Catherine? She is in Brittany now? How about we spend money to invite her to fight the battle? An employment contract, how simple, isn't she very short of money? The price is high. Just click it!"

   There are more voices agreeing with it. You need to spend what you need to spend. If you can save it, try to save as much as possible.

"Perhaps things are not so bad. In history, the barbarians came to Marinburg to looting, but the number of times was small. We have concluded many armistice agreements. The most famous'Crimson Agreement' guarantees nearly 400 Is there peace in the year?” Grand Duke Valverde finally said: “I think we can do it according to Francisco’s advice for the time being, don’t worry, everyone, maybe the barbarians just want a little gift, maybe it’s a misunderstanding, everything will be better. Don’t worry, let’s see what happens next."

  "But what if the barbarians are really here to destroy us?" Still some members asked.

"Then our fortified city defense of Marienburg, our legendary mercenary team and our wizard tower, and the three land boats will accompany the Yankee to the end!" Francisco stood up, and the city defense commander looked like It is a hero who saves the city, with brilliant light: "A man dying to protect his property is the most glorious thing in the world! We will let them understand what is called an iron-blooded merchant, what is called an iron-blooded Marienburg, and what is called an iron-blooded capitalist. !"

  "Iron-blooded capitalist! Iron-blooded capitalist!"

   "Francesco, I drop Superman!"

  "You are the savior of Marienburg!"

  Applause has been heard in the chamber of the House of Representatives! Everyone was impressed by the wit of General Francisco, and the applause lasted.

  In this way, the meeting lasted into the evening, and Marienburg's response plan was finalized.

  The code name of the plan is "Iron Capitalist".