Warhammer Throne

ps. 4700-word chapter, I hope everyone enjoys it!

In this world, people are very short of entertainment activities, so various banquets emerge in an endless stream. Knights can gather together to eat and drink. For the knights, meat is a very important way of nutrient intake. Knights Eating meat is justified.

But for the demon hunters, there are not so many opportunities for them to eat meat, especially the delicacies of the mountains and seas of Polderro. Eber followed the audience and prayed without sincerity, using clear water under the guidance of the waiter. Wash your hands, then immediately start eating a large chunk.

The demon hunters somewhat obeyed some etiquette, and the eating is not too ugly. Some big nobles thought that where the lady’s champion of choice came from a poor relative with white hair, they didn’t say anything when they saw Eber’s etiquette. .

This is how the profession of witch hunters is. They do the hardest work and live a life of wandering without much income. They burn their lives in order to fight against chaos and various dark creatures, but there are always few human compatriots. Treat them fairly, especially the ignorant farmers. They regard the demon hunters as scourges, and if not necessary, they will do everything possible to avoid contact with these "different species".

After Ludwig expelled Chaos more than 150 years ago, the entire continent was devastated. Dark creatures even blatantly appeared in places a hundred steps away from towns. This world needs a large number of demon hunters to deal with all kinds of things. With scattered dark creatures, the demon hunter once became a popular profession and choice. Many noble families sent their children without inheritance rights to the demon hunter guild for training.

Times have changed. Many of the original large number of witcher castles have been abandoned. The large number of trainee witchers in the castle is now only a few people. The huge guild headquarters castle is in disrepair and is in disrepair every year. More defensive facilities are shut down and abandoned.

So Eber chose to leave.

Eber was born in the Rickling of the Empire. He was the illegitimate son of a nobleman and a witch. Under normal circumstances, his illegitimate child has two destinies. If the witch is a court advisor or a female Courtier, then this illegitimate child will generally be recognized, that is, he has no inheritance rights but has noble status, and is raised as a noble child.

Unfortunately, Eber is the second type. His mother didn’t want to raise him, so she gave him to an old demon hunter Jacob to raise and grow up. After Jacob died, Eber believed that hunting The Devil’s Guild had nothing worthy of nostalgia, so it came to Bretania.

A gorgeously dressed high elf with his head held high, his chin raised, and his face arrogantly walking by with a glass of wine, the tone of his mouth was full of contempt: "What a bunch of savages, even if they use expensive silk Decorate yourself with tapestries, even if they spray perfume on their bodies, they still cannot hide the fact that they are a group of barbarians."

The other high elf looks more mature and stable. He wears a blue-and-white gold-studded cloak, a large high-precision mage robe, and a golden crown on his head. On the surface, he is only in his twenties, but In fact, no one knows how old this high-precision wizard is-the most common high-elves have a life span of at least 800 years, and this high-precision wizard is not a general one at first sight: "Close your Smelly mouth, do you plan to offend a foreign race just like Calledo, don't you? Dasu? The high elves will bring trade and goods to allies, and the enemies will bring swords and destruction."

"Anatole, you are always like this. Sometimes it's too easy for you to give these savages a good face, so that these savages think you are civilized." Another high elf shrugged, "Well, I admit it. At least the strength of this country’s military is good. Anyway, we just look for those with the Holy Grail badge."

There are also diplomatic relations between the high elves and Bretania, but they do not communicate frequently. In the eyes of the high elves, if they have a good relationship with the empire and can get the resources they want from Marienburg, they don’t bother to spend any more energy. Going with the Bretons again.

The most recent exchange between the two sides was about two decades ago when Richard, the Knight King, who had just ascended the throne, and Imrek, the dragon prince of the High Elf Kaldor Kingdom, fought side by side to wipe out an army of orcs that besieged Kurona.

The Bretons were proud of fighting alongside the high-tech army. Many knights proclaimed that they had witnessed King Richard rescued the life of Dragon Prince Imrek. At that time, the Dragon Prince was hit by a Cyclops from his mount. Down, the situation was critical, it was Richard who stabbed the Cyclops in the eyes of the Cyclops by riding the Hippogryph and saved Imric.

It’s just that the high elves don’t think so. After this battle, Dragon Prince Imric regarded the Knight King Richard as his enemy. Because Richard witnessed his ugliness and killed his prey, Imric vowed that he would never Will forgive Richard, if there is a chance, I will defeat him completely.

Anatol is the Magister of the Safri Magister Council, a disciple of the High Elf Grand Magister Targris. In his long life, this Magister was bored with the endless war with the Dark Elves, so He followed in the footsteps of his mentor and decided to travel in the old world.

At the same time, he also carries the mysterious mission of a mentor. The high elf goddess of fate, Lilith, recently dreamed to the great magister Teglisto that a gray horse appeared in Brittany in the old world and he would change the world. fate.

Targris has always been a faithful believer of Lilith and a wizard of choice, but he now has other things to do, so Anatole volunteered to come to the old world. Of course, high elves are better than humans everywhere. Wait, Duke Poldero was very pleased with Anatole's arrival and treated him with great hospitality.

The high elves consist of twelve kingdoms in total, but the Phoenix King is generally selected from the two oldest and most glorious kingdoms, the Kaldor Kingdom and the Safri Kingdom, and is good at fighting and full of arrogance and prejudice. Unlike the Kingdom of Kaledor, the high elves and nobles who came out of the Safri Kingdom are all excellent politicians and diplomats. Anatole only stayed in Pordro within a few days before becoming the most popular among the courts. Welcome people.

At this moment, there was a burst of cheers in the courtyard. A court wizard used magic to create the illusion of a mermaid and a dolphin. In the white halo, a mermaid holding a trident and a cute dolphin were in the courtyard. Shuttle between the pool and the pavilions, the exclamation of the male nobles and the screams of the female nobles are endless.

"Wonderful, magical effect on light magic." Ryan clapped his hands gently, biting his ears with Suria: "Magic is not only used for battle, in many places it can help our lives, we can't use magic Treated as a scourge."

There was an intoxicating blush on the female knight's face. She just hugged Ryan's arm tightly. Just now they tried various games at the banquet. This kind of father and brother were not around, and the sneaky feeling made the Duke's daughter indulge in it.

François acquiesced to the matter between her and Ryan and even encouraged in a roundabout way, which allowed the female knight to lay down the burden and enjoy the good time with Ryan.

"That's just a little trick, not influential." A voice cut into the conversation between two people untimely: "Magic has many uses, but it can't be counted as a trick to please the public."

"Hello, nice to meet you, Lord Ryan Makado, I am Anatol, Anatol-Star Chaser, from the Safri Magister Council." The high elf leaned on his staff and appeared. Ryan's side: "I heard your name from Tamag, I think we can talk."

"What does Azul want to talk to me about?" Ryan turned around, he had already noticed the high elf.

After learning that he was the high elven magister of the Kingdom of Safri, Ryan decided that the high elves were divided into many kingdoms. Among them, the Kingdom of Safri was closer to humans. The current Phoenix King Finnuba came from Safri. Many of the high elves who came out of the Kingdom of Furui are excellent diplomats.

"Your Excellency Ryan has risen faster than Azul's imagination. Even if it is a human being, there are very few who reach the legendary high-level at the age of twenty-five." His appearance is feminine, and Anatol can only be seen from the Adam’s apple as a male. The high elf combed his dazzling blond hair with his fingers, and then said: "I have brought the kindness of Azul, Lord Ryan, our strength is obvious to all. The so-called Royal Wizarding Academy of the Empire is owned by Lord Targris. It was established with help. If you need it, Azul can provide you with magical help and answers."

"Someone will provide me with magical help and answers, dear Mr. Anatole." Ryan tactfully rejected the suggestion of the high-precision mage: "Although it is very rude, but Azul suddenly appeared like this. Suddenly making a suggestion like this, I cannot make a decision now."

"Hahaha~" Anatole nodded in understanding, and the high elf leaned on the staff: "I know that my appearance is a bit abrupt, it doesn't matter, Lord Ryan, Azul is a race full of virtue and patience, our time It's very long, and we also know that we can't win the trust of you all at once, it doesn't matter, we are willing to wait."

"Azul's strength is far beyond your imagination. I have a little news here, and perhaps Lord Ryan will be interested." Anatole paused on purpose, seeing Ryan's face very calm, then continued: "The Duke of Pallaon, Casvanne, has financial difficulties. He has already owed more than 100,000 yuan in debt to the Grand Duke of Marienburg. Therefore, he plans to continue to increase taxes in the pass at his disposal and at the same time demand a large amount of defense expenses from the imperial court. , As his reward for guarding the pass from greenskins and other dark creatures."

"This unreasonable request was naturally rejected by His Majesty Karl Franz Friedrich and the electors. As far as I know, both sides will start their own actions."

Ryan squinted his eyes, which is not good news for him.

He also knew something about Casvan, as Francois said, the Duke of Pallaon’s territory is small and barren, but the Duke himself must maintain a full-staggered pegasus knights. This is natural. Bringing a heavy financial burden to him, Casvan was a great nobleman who lived well and lived luxuriously. Therefore, he repeatedly increased taxes in his pass, which made the empire and the nobles of Brittany They all criticized him quite a bit.

Has the situation deteriorated to such an extent?

He was about to say something when Boderek, Duke of Poldero, suddenly appeared. The Duke himself was holding a crystal goblet. When he saw Ryan and others, he smiled and approached: "Oh, my friend Anatole, There are also Lord Ryan and Lord Suria, how do you hide in the corner and whisper? We have a bigger surprise here. This is the'Mannan's Enjoy'. I took it out today to celebrate the year’s harvest and Hard."

Ryan and Anatole stopped their conversation immediately: "Oh! God, this is the legendary Mannan enjoyment?"

Mannanen’s Enjoy is a legendary wine made by the famous hermit Gotthold Koch in a carefully cared-for field in the Grey Mountains. It is said that the grapes are never exposed to sunlight. They are planted in a field covered by sliding doors. They are never directly illuminated by the light of the moon. This wine has a ghostly aroma and melts in the mouth. It is the world's top wine. one.

"Come and taste it, ladies and gentlemen."

"Oh, I'm honored."

The banquet continued fiercely.

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At this moment, the main material universe, the Milky Way, the sacred satellite of Terra, the surface of the moon.

After several months of long expedition, Robote-Kiliman, the original body of the Thirteenth Legion, has experienced countless difficulties and obstacles. He was even imprisoned by the treacherous demon Carlos and the ascended original Magnu during the expedition. The pursuit of Si was only with the rescue of multiple Allied forces and the help of the Spirit Clan Harlequin Theatre, the expeditionary army was able to escape the siege.

Relying on the network of the spirit race, Giliman finally reached the moon. At this time, he was only one step away from Holy Terra.

The exit of the network road is located in a deep ring valley on the moon. The visibility around it is extremely low. The starlight above the head is already dimmed and is blocked by the ring mountain range. It can only provide limited illumination for the loyal parties in the deep valley. .

Robert Killiman knew that there was very little breathing time left for his army, and he immediately ordered his army to follow his army to climb the crater. Behind them, the Harlequin troupe of the Spirit Race is trying to shut down the Internet. Daomen, this made them fall at the end of the team.

The Prototype of the Thirteenth Legion raised its head, and as far as he could see, there were endless dark sky, countless bright stars, close at hand and within reach, but they could not reach the beautiful planet in case. .

The home planet of mankind-Holy Terra is in front of the expeditionary army. The brilliance of the home planet of mankind is so dazzling. Kiliman firmly believes that as long as the Holy Terra remains standing, mankind will never perish.

"Father's throne!" Kiliman muttered to himself, the end of the expedition is right in front of him, that is exactly what Kiliman is pursuing.

At this moment, the spirit tribe army trying to close the gate of the network was suddenly enveloped by black flames. The raging black tide flooded the exquisite body of the Ada people. Many spirit tribe soldiers were incinerated into ashes by the terrible green flame, while others were It was cold and then broken into pieces.

Kiliman, who climbed to the top of the crater, looked back and found that the portal door of the spirit race had been destroyed. Within the corrupted cyberspace space, the Red Son Magnus’s fallen legion fighters, the Sons of Sore, were pouring out of the portal. The door.

Kiliman knew that this great expedition was about to come to an end, and the father's throne world was in the distance, and the loyal son must not fail here.

The tragic war began. Under the firepower of the loyal side, the fallen thousand sons seemed vulnerable. Under the command of Kiliman and the close cooperation of the expeditionary army, they quickly retreated and were driven back to the net. Near the Taoist Gate.

Until a terrible evil energy gushed out from the gate of the network, all the soldiers of the expeditionary army felt unparalleled fear. It was a giant beast with a height of more than five meters, first born with double horns and huge wings on its back. .

"Magnus..." Kiliman recognized his former brother at a glance.

"Oh~Kiliman, haven't seen you in ten thousand years, you seem to have become shorter?" Magnus, the son of Ascendant Red, showed a sordid smile, and he raised his blade. With a joking smile, "Let me see, do you make any progress after sleeping for ten thousand years?"

Kiliman did not answer, because the 13th Legion Primarch had just received a communication.

At this moment, a voice that hated iron but not steel came from the other end of the battlefield.

"Mag! Nuss! My son!"

"Between us! There is an old account! It needs to be settled!"