Warhammer Throne

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In the 2525 year of the imperial calendar, in the midsummer, the occupied Steiers, the tent of Emperor Sylvania, the camp of the death prince Vlad von Kastein.

Although a dead man, Vlad’s elegance and high demands on the quality of life make him seem to understand the importance of etiquette and pomp more than any emperor in the history of the empire, if not for his terrifying vampire fangs, With his pale long hair and the spikes on the cursed armor, it can be said that he is more like an imperial nobleman than any imperial nobleman. He speaks an ancient Rick language, and his pronunciation can make those who claim to be the most orthodox stubborn. The great nobleman was ashamed.

The Sylvania undead army is assembled here, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger, and the desperate people in the battle are pulled up and awakened from the ground at all times. Everything is so familiar, Vlad still remembers that he did the same thing a few years ago-gather those lost souls, give them goals, and make them greater than their first life.

However, Vlad quickly realized his mistake. It was not a matter of a few years ago, but a matter of 500 years ago. 500 years ago, his last and decisive siege was defeated under the city of Braunschweig. Even though the empire was on the verge of collapse and surrender at that time, more than two-thirds of the dignitaries and dignitaries in the Imperial Council had decided to surrender to his destined eternal emperor. Vlad eventually lost to Archbishop Will. Ham III, after his resurrection ring was stolen, Wilham launched himself, hugged him and fell into the city and died. His wife Isabella died for his martyrdom, and his ambition failed.

Vlad laughed mockingly. He was a loser and also a winner, because he could be resurrected again and again, returning from the underworld, as long as there is a von Kastein blood surviving, Vlad Is always on the way to resurrection.

Brunswick...

Vlad chanted the name of the city in his heart. He seemed to smell the gunpowder on the walls of Charlemagne's Throne, the fishy smell of the dock, and the **** sweet Isabella. His wife treated him as always. Gentle and affectionate.

Everything will be decided there.

She was his strength, everything about him, everything he did at that time was closely integrated with her, and that surprisingly primitive enthusiasm drove him.

Being alone, the bitter aftertaste of loneliness has never been separated. As long as he wants, he can recruit countless prostitutes and mistresses to attend, or choose from the stiff and beautiful corpses of the Lamia Sisterhood for thousands of years, but no one can replace Isabella and let Vlad rise. Desire in that area.

Vampires have feelings. Probably no vampire has such a sincere and deep love for Isabella like Vlad.

Now Utbud under Steer’s leadership has fallen, and the road to Braunschweig has been unimpeded. Able to escape, leaving the desperate Stil led the civilians to the great death lord.

Vlad did not embarrass these mortals, except that thousands of city guards were all torn to pieces, and his church priests, the Golden Sickle Knights, and the Raven Knights were all executed and resurrected as a team. In addition to the Black Knight Brigade and the Desolate Guard Corps, Vlad even recruited a large number of musketeers, crossbowmen, and artillery regiments from among the civilians led by Steer. At the same time, Luther Harken’s army of vampire pirates also had It effectively made up for the lack of long-range Vlad Undead Army.

It is actually very simple to let mortals be willing to play for Vlad. Vlad is nothing more than capturing the six words "playing the gentry and dividing the fields." The death prince knows that as long as these humble mortals see him, it will bring "fairness". , Fair and open”, exterminate the local tyrants and evil gentry, distribute their land to the poor peasants, confiscate all the wealth of the greedy Utbad merchants, and distribute the parts that the dead don’t want to the living. He will never There was a lack of living people willing to follow him, and the facts were true. On the first day of Utbard's fall, Vlad had thousands of mortal auxiliary troops in his ranks, and he firmly believed that there would only be more in the future.

Working under my command, these living people can get far more than the stingy imperial nobles can get. I will guarantee your legal rights and provide armed protection. You will soon understand that serving von Kastein What a lighthearted thing, the minimum wage, the maximum working hours, hitting workers! Working spirit! If you do a good job, you have the opportunity to join my descent and become a noble master!

Vlad looked at the joy of the large groups of mortal auxiliary troops in the field, and the joy of getting rid of the plague, he thought with satisfaction.

The moss corruption, river silt, and fungus blanket that Nurgle is proud of cannot stop Vlad’s advancement. The wind of death is the nemesis of Nurgle. Where Vlad passes, the vicious green leaves begin to shrivel, like Blackened by flames.

However, there was no flame here-only cold, the cold wind seemed to be blowing from the belly of hell, the water became pitch black like a rock, and the distant trees screamed and groaned and curled up. The trees began to dry and crack, and in a short time they were old and withered, the vines unraveled from their tightly entangled objects, and the solidification and hardening of the rhizome sap made them brittle.

Facing the power of this death lord, the corrupt and degenerate living creatures have no choice but to wither and collapse.

The road was opened, and the road to Brunswick was unimpeded.

Vlad's strength made the vampire lords both proud and fearful, and both grace and power were given. Vlad, who was well under his command, maintained his super strong control over the necromancers and vampire lords.

The tent opened, and the Lich King Arkhan walked in from the outside. The cyan witchcraft flames in his eyes were burning. Behind him are the eight beautiful female vampires of the "Pale Ladies Sisters" of the Lamian Sisterhood. , The three of them, Vivienne, Lilian, and Mollian, planned the most powerful resistance action before the fall of Marienburg, so that the Grote brothers did not dare to move. To some extent, they saved the horse. Civilians around Limburg.

They all wore lace-embellished white dresses, the color shone like moonlight, and their footsteps did not leave any traces on the damp ground. They walked an ancient curtsey, approached here slowly, and paid tribute to the death lord. Rad asked briefly about the fall of Marienburg and expressed his dissatisfaction, and then let them out.

"Setra has won again, a great victory." The Lich King Akhan did not leave. He looked at Vlad playfully, as if spying on the movement of the Death Lord: "The army of the tombs ——Probably the largest army ever defeated the Chaos Army from Antarctica. Setra ordered all the hundreds of thousands of Chaos Barbarians who landed in Antarctica to be executed, not leaving one. This is good news for us, I Seriously."

"The chaotic frenzy in the north is enough to bother us." Vladke suppressed his joy: "Then, what about the alliance I asked you to propose?"

"Of course, our great emperor, immortal emperor, Kemuri Kala, Nicohara, king of kings, road pioneers, holders of sacred fire............ The prestige includes but is not limited to Saitra’s rejection mentioned above.” Akhan mocked his Akhan tomb sword, and the Lich King’s tone was very yin and yang: “Our great emperor, immortal emperor, Kemuri Kala, Nico King Halla, King of Kings, Pathfinders, Holders of Sacred Fire............ The prestige includes, but is not limited to, the tomb leader mentioned above, Emperor Saitra categorically rejected your request for alliance. If there is no accident, He will declare war on all forces in the world at the same time, whether it is chaos or order, whether it is the living or the dead, it is the enemy of Setra."

"He really thought he could fight the world?" Vlad was speechless.

Saitra intends to be King Qi Xuan, right?

"Don't you know Setra as a Nicohara?" Akhan continued his mocking attitude: "Setra is only for the master, not for the minister."

"Well, at least he is currently unable to participate in our war with Chaos." Vlad looked at the map. Although he was once a Nico Hara, he did not live in the era of Setra and had not experienced the game. Terra's resurrection also seldom participated in the war between Nagash and the tomb king.

"Sooner or later, the old world and Chaos will lose. This is an opportunity for Setra." Arkhan shook his head: "I know him, he will definitely try to come and join him, otherwise he will not be Setra. NS."

"Now we have to consider only Brunswick." Vlad focused his attention on the city that had haunted him.

Luther Haken is a fool, Gul is only responsible for fighting, and Vlad often only discusses with Ackhan in important military discussions.

But today is different. When the Death Maharaja and the Lich King were discussing the military situation, they almost heard the spiteful roar in the subspace at the same time.

"All things are born to support others, and there is nothing to repay the sky!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The declaration that Kane became Tyrion reached here.

Another King Qi Xuan? Vlad only felt a lot of pressure.

"Did you hear the echo of the subspace? My Maharaja?" Akhan chuckled, "Another lunatic, the doctrine of Kane, the **** of blood hands, always makes me interesting."

"Kane's theory?" Vlad was a little interested. "Do you understand?"

"The life span of five thousand years gives me enough time to understand everything." Seeing that Vlad was interested, Akhan picked up the important points and said.

The God King Kane of the Dark Essence Underground God actually has a complete set of doctrines, which is the so-called Kane Dedication of Loyalty.

Kane, the **** of bloodhands and war and murder, believes that mortals are destined to be stupid, easy to work, and destined to have bad roots. This kind of bad roots will not change with the improvement of education and economic development, that is to say, fools. There is no cure. The fool will only spread and spread, which will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness and fighting will of mortals.

Among them, Kane thought that the elves were particularly stupid and full of bad roots, weaknesses, ease and work, and Asu Yan, the **** of heaven, actually ignored the race he created, which was too stupid.

So how can we remove the stupid element rooted in the bones of mortals? Kane, the **** of blood hands, believes that offering loyalty is the only way out, which is to offer loyalty to Kane, the **** of blood hands.

How to offer loyalty? The theory is very simple, that is to kill! Solve all problems through killing.

Only through killing can we remove the roots of evil from mortals. Therefore, Kane encourages his followers to kill. Killing in any sense is an important way to offer loyalty to Kane and eradicate the roots of evil. When there is no war, Kane even encourages His followers kill each other, such as the famous Night of Blood, Kane followers will walk upright on the city streets of the dark elves and kill any living person who enters the line of sight.

Through constant loyalty, mortals will achieve physical strength and mental bravery. The elves will maintain their fighting power and will to fight. The martial virtues will return to the elves. At the same time, they can effectively control overpopulation and reduce " Lazy "burden", Kane believes that this is true equality, that is, I am strong and I have reason, you are weak and you deserve it.

In the end, a beautiful era full of martial virtues is coming.

"A big break and a big stand?" Vlad sneered a few times: "Interestingly, Tyrion might as well come first with a small target, for example... first loyal to a million elves?"

"It is undeniable that although Kane's dedication to loyalty is really...but many elves really rely on this to maintain their fighting power and fighting will." Arkhan was silent for a while, and the Lich King tentatively asked: "What do you think?"

"It can only be said that great chaos is often accompanied by great governance, such as Nicohara, Sylvania, empire, and even elves, provided that there is no trouble." Vlad was silent for a while, and he looked like It was talking to himself, and it was like asking Akhan: "Do you think the empire will agree? Appoint me as an elector? Promise this alliance?"

Arkhan sneered inwardly, and the Lich King thought to himself, weren't you very sure before? Why are you now starting to doubt yourself again, and finding approval from me?

Yes, this is the typical Nico Hara nobleman. They are so proud, so proud that they are absolutely confident and absolutely arrogant.

After that, it was a kind of low self-esteem. After Vlad sent the letter confidently, he didn't get any reply. The Death Maharaja felt that his self-esteem was hurt.

"If you are so confident, why don't you agree to respect the two emperors? Eastern Empire Emperor, Western Empire Emperor? Or Eastern Empire Emperor, Emperor Sylvania?" Ackhan continued to mock Vlad's injured self-esteem. He took pleasure in it.

"The situation is not allowed." Vlad said simply: "First, the curse on your master still exists, and second, I am not sure of defeating that guy."

The curse refers to Nagash’s curse on the vampire family "You can never defeat Charlemagne’s empire". This curse is still effective even after Vlad has absorbed part of Nagash’s power, the last bit of power of the Necromancer. Also thwart Vlad's ambitions.

"That guy?" Akhan thought for a while: "Charlemagne?"

"No, Charlemagne is not to be afraid. He will know what to do in this situation. What I am really afraid of is the Sun King Ryan Makado. Can you feel it? His power is really too strong, I don't have it. Overcome his confidence, and his woman Emmanuel and his son Frederick are bound to do their best for the imperial throne, causing him to be in trouble." Vlad thoughtfully said: "For now, first To be officially recognized as an elector, the primary goal of everything is to solve the chaotic frenzy first. If the empire is gone, then everything is gone. Our internal problems should be resolved later.”

"Are you really willing?" Akhan was still arguing.

"Time will change everything, and the last thing we lack is time." Vlad was confident again: "What about letting Frederick be the emperor for one or two hundred years? In order to get Sylvania, I Planned for 1000 years."

Arkhan did not refute this time, and the Lich King nodded: "But we must hurry, otherwise Brunswick may fall before we arrive. I think you will get the answer there too."

"Nothing can stop us, my friend, we will sweep towards Charlemagne's throne like a cold wind blowing over the cemetery. When we arrive, they will discover how miscalculated it is to ignore the Son of Sylvania." Vlad clenched the blood-drinking sword: "The alliance of order will be established again, and I will get everything I deserve from Charlemagne's throne, and...my wife, Isabella!"

"Wait for me, I'll take you home immediately!"