Warhammer Throne

Ryan and Theresa walked along the street. Ryan’s face was very ugly, as if covered with a layer of dust. He took out the long sword he picked up on the pier and threw it aside. This behavior caused local residents to rob him. Ryan He didn't even ask, he seemed to hesitate, and he took out his one-handed sword again in front of Teresa and put it behind his back: "It's stupid. I actually think that there will be no battle in the town."

Teresa paid special attention to Ryan’s one-handed sword, because in her memory, from the first time she saw Ryan, this sword was by his side, but she never saw him draw the sword. Compared to weapons, they are more like decorations.

The scabbard of this sword was decorated with gold and silver patterns, and a piece of scripture was affixed to it with a wax seal. Teresa couldn't understand what was written on it, but she knew what it was.

This extremely complex language is high Gothic, a sacred language used by the Carolingian knights led by Charlemagne during the founding of the empire. It is different from the low Gothic language of the mainland, which is very complex. It takes several years of hard work to be proficient. Only the great nobles of the empire know how to use this language and are strictly prohibited from spreading it out. It can be said that Gothic is a symbol of status and glory. Teresa remembers that Ryan’s godfather is indeed the empire. That... She forced herself to turn her attention back to the sword.

This sword is longer and larger than the normal standard long sword, about one meter three. The size should be a two-handed giant sword, but the style is the shape of a one-handed sword.

The sword body is hidden in the scabbard and cannot be seen. You can only see a strange golden square box at the link between the hilt and the sword body, which is engraved with various runes. I don’t know what it is for. The black hilt is deep. Seriously, the head of the sword is a weight ball shaped like a silver skull.

"Is your sword a ritual sword tailor-made for you by a craftsman? I don't think you have ever used it." The female warlock asked casually. She was actually a little interested.

"Perhaps, maybe not, who knows? I'm still thinking about that **** mercenary and Nord's **** custom."

Seeing a man who didn’t want to say this, the female warlock knew that it’s not the time to provoke a conflict, so she said in a warm voice, “Why do you care about starting a small mercenary? I really don’t like it. Just kill him. of?"

"After the end of the Second Chaos War, the first group of veterans who followed His Majesty Ludwig's armies agreed that every ten years, everyone would come to the Griffin Square in Braunschweig to meet and talk about the past. Story." Ryan did not answer Teresa’s question, but told a story: "The first ten years, the second ten years, the third ten years, although everyone is a little older, but most of the People can always go back to Griffon Square, where everyone chats and talks together. If you get drunk at night, you can rest. It’s so happy."

"In this way, in the fourth decade, the fifth decade, and the sixth decade, people began to gradually decrease, and some people gradually left them."

"After the ninth decade, only a few of the old people who can come to the square are left at the time. They are all strong men who have broken through the threshold of legend, but after ninety years have passed, they have also begun to age. , And more veterans have turned into the dust of history."

"Then the tenth decade, the eleventh decade [interesting novel www.youquxiaoshuo.com], the twelfth decade..."

Teresa was silent. If she could not break through the sanctuary, the life span of a person would always come to an end. This is an eternal truth.

"In the fourteenth decade, on the morning of another appointed day, when Baron Manuel Rudi was pushed to Griffon Square by his servant in a wheelchair, he did not see a comrade in arms. ."

"At first he thought he had arrived early, so he motioned to the servant not to leave and waited patiently."

"In this way, the morning sun rises, and the sun gradually rises into the sky, until the sun rises three poles, and then the sun is shining."

"No one has ever come."

"Tears soaked Baron Manuel's military uniform, stained with the medal on his chest. He knew that he was the last living among those brothers back then."

"No one will come again."

"In this way, Baron Manuel sat in the square for a long time, and when the afternoon sun shone on him, he seemed to have given up."

"But at this moment, an accident happened."

"Countless imperial armies poured out into the Griffin Square from all directions, spears like forests, swords like rain, imperial halberds, imperial elite swords, imperial firearms, and imperial knights. Pour into the square from all directions."

"Then came the strongest Braunschweig inner ring guard and the Royal Wizarding Corps, and then there were only the legendary battle court guards dedicated to protecting the emperor and the emperors. The emperor is here, the emperor is elected. When we are here, the great nobles of the empire are here."

"The Emperor of the Empire, His Majesty Franz Friedrich, who had just ascended the throne at that time, walked up to Baron Manuel, stood at attention, and saluted his army, then all the electors, to the duke, and then Those imperial generals and ministers, all the imperial nobles and soldiers paid tribute to Baron Manuel, and His Majesty the Emperor himself said such a sentence."

"The empire will never forget your contributions, and we will always remember your contributions to the empire. It was your sacrifice that made the empire today’s glory. Here, on behalf of all the empires, I extend my respect to you and the veterans of the empire. Your respect and heartfelt thanks."

Having said this, Ryan’s eyes were a little red, he paused, and then said: "Look at Nord here again? They take humiliation of veterans as a source of happiness and sympathy for veterans as a sign of their kindness."

"Well, it is true that Nord is a place where the weak and the strong eat the weak. The status of these veterans is very low. They can only get a pension and go home for the elderly. Unlike the empire, veterans will enter the army as instructors and become responsible for public security. The military police.” Teresa said casually. It was obvious that the female warlock was not very concerned about this topic. Although the previous story touched her a bit, her path was ultimately to pursue the path of the Arcane. Instead of caring about the life and death of these civilians.

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it, the leader of Willard will have a banquet in a while, do you want to come together?" Ryan forced the mercenary named Simon to apologize, and of course let the blood axe mercenary The group’s affection for him has dropped a lot, so he doesn’t plan to stay at the pier any longer, and plans to go back to the hotel to rest for a while.

"Before going to the banquet, can you tell me what kind of banquets of the country nobles are like?" The slender Dan Feng of the sorcerer stared at Ryan, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Knowledge, Mr. Ryan?"

"Everything is a ghost~" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Then ~ Mr. Sledgehammer?"

"..." The muscles on Ryan's face kept twitching, and he was really annoyed by the nickname "Sledgehammer".

This made him always think of a certain piece of heavenly dynasty: "80 for sledgehammer and forty for small hammer."

But there is no way. In this world, the nickname is taken by others, not by yourself. Generally speaking, for a low-level nobleman like him, the nickname is often derogatory and unpleasant. This is not to say "big The nickname "Hammer" is derogatory, but it means that nicknames are often taken this way because they want to show their humbleness to the gods and the world.

Among the eight virtues of knights, humility is also an important virtue, isn't it?

For a good nickname, Ryan's current level is far from enough. He has to become stronger and have a higher reputation.

"The banquet of the country lord usually consists of a group of people enjoying barbecue, stew, and wine in the house. Everyone stands or sits, eating and talking. Everyone will discuss the latest situation and some business together." Ryan nodded first, and then shook his head mockingly: "But some lords will have different banquets. They will... open it a little bit more~ for example~ well, that's what it means."

"What do you mean?" The female warlock obviously didn't understand.

Ryan snickered. He made a gesture. The man's right thumb and index finger were pinched together in the midwinter air to form a circle, and then his left index finger passed through the circle, making a quick piling movement, and blinking. .

"...I really want a Frost Arrow to cut your head directly from your neck." The female warlock immediately understood what the man meant, her cold pretty face turned red, and then turned black again. Those stinky men should die as far away as possible.

Suddenly she didn't want to attend this banquet: "If you go that night, I won't go."

"Then you go and see that little mercenary? That Banda who broke his arm in order to be brave in front of you?" Ryan pinched his chin and said with interest: "Oh~ the beautiful Ms. Teresa came to visit the heroic person in person. Mercenary, and sent a hot kiss. Our lovely little mercenary will be moved to wet the bed, I'm sure."

"Cut, people who admire me can line up from the Chaos Sea to the Roof of the World Mountains. There is no lack of my suitor, that mercenary, Banda? How does he have to do with me." Teresa was full of disdain. For the female warlock, a small mercenary with only ordinary strength is definitely classified as a "useless man" category, so for her, even if the small mercenary is willing to die for her, it cannot be in the female warlock. Any shadow left in his heart.

The women of the Garland Council are like this, realistic, and cruel, which makes many people dislike them.

Ryan thinks this is simple, you don't care about me, do you think I want to find you?

If it weren't for the cooperation of the church and his father's life-saving grace, Ryan hadn't planned to get involved with this group of female spellcasters.

Because the Garland Council has always liked to intervene in politics, some of them married the nobles of the kingdom, and then gave orders as wives, and then continued to use rallies for "madam" diplomacy, and then formed their own network in order to make money. More political voice.

"Then you don't plan to go to the banquet?"

"Do you think I should participate?" The female warlock suddenly stopped, her tall figure stood where she was, and her beautiful Danfeng eyes looked at Lion like this.

"If you are willing to listen to my advice, you should attend, Teresa, meet some stinky men, understand some of the outside world, it is better than you are shut in your hotel room and enjoy yourself alone, right?" Considering At her mother's request, Ryan could only make his own suggestion: "Of course, I only suggest that you decide whether you want to go. The road to Austrian law does not mean hiding on the tower for endless research."

"Well, see you tonight, Ryan." The sorcerer finally nodded. She moved her proud figure, and her long legs wrapped in tights and boots disappeared to the corner of the street.

"See you tonight."

After packing up his things, Ryan walked in the other direction of the town. The caravan of the imperial merchant Oliver was here. He took up an entire hotel and even a small farmyard next to him. Ryan was staying with him, because He did not intend to stay in this town for too long.

There are many people in the caravan, people coming and going, and there are constantly mates and guards moving things, which should be some goods. Ryan noticed that ore and fur are mostly among them, but there are also some other goods.

Loading and unloading has always been a hassle.

Ryan walked into the hotel lobby and he noticed that Oliver was talking to another man in luxurious clothes.

The half-elf Ester was standing behind the man, so if Ryan was not bad, he should be the half-elf's employer-the merchant Matz he described.

Speaking of Mats, it's not a nice name either. The name means **** cushion.

"Mr. Lane! Are you back? I heard that a group of water ghosts attacked the pier before, and it was Mr. Lane who showed great power and killed the water ghost leader, which repelled the water ghosts? Mr. Lane is really amazing. Ah." Oliver stood up when he saw Ryan coming in. The imperial merchant had a lingering fear, but Ryan could tell at a glance that he was pretending.

How could a large town be broken by a group of water ghosts?

"Your combat skills don't seem to be learned here at Nord, I look like... Griffon footwork?" Ester said suddenly, with some curiosity on the half-elf's face.

"Have you been to the Empire?" Ryan raised his head, don't know why, he didn't like this half-elf.

It may be because this half-elf with a handsome face and exuding elegance and intellectual aura is more likely to win the favor of others than him. It is inevitable that men are lighter and have some hostility between them.

"Heh~ I have worked for His Excellency Corleone, the elector of the Empire of Tuscany, for eight years. He has always been reluctant to be a knight. You said I don't understand the empire?" Estelle sneered, half-elf looking for him. He left a place and sat down: "So, if you don't expect it, Mr. Lane, your combat skills must be learned from the elder, right?"

"Does who I study has anything to do with you? Listen to you saying that, I think I understand Mr. Estelle why you didn't even get a stable job after eight years of work for Your Excellency Corleone." Ryan looked up and down the handsome half-elf ranger, and suddenly sneered: "Long ears are not a kind of glory, half-elf."

"You!" The half-elf stood up directly, but he immediately realized something, and his face turned pale: "Forget it, in the name of Asu Yan, I will not argue with you, and please don't be entangled, Nord Knight."

Asu Yan is the main **** of the elven gods, the **** of the phoenix.

This surprised Oliver and Mats a bit. The arrogant half-elf didn't even care about such things with Ryan? You know, elves don't like people referring to them with long ears.

What surprised them even more was the expression of Ryan. The expression of this knight of the Nord Kingdom was very strange, with anger, surprise, and even a hint of...happy and relieved?

"I'm going back to the room first! Don't disturb me, wait for me to talk about anything!" After a pause, Ryan immediately said to the two businessmen present. Oliver and Matz both nodded subconsciously.

After speaking, Ryan rushed to his room without looking back. He closed the door of the room tightly, and then closed all the doors and windows.

The man stood alone in his room, seeming to be welcoming something.

Gradually, in the cold and quiet room, pale golden energy slowly appeared, and a kind of energy full of incomparable majesty and sacredness flashed across the room.

Ryan was gradually surrounded by this mysterious energy.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, endless golden light circulates around Ryan. The flashing golden light is like flowing water, constantly rotating, colliding, and fusing together. Ryan only feels that his consciousness is shining among the stars, but it seems like Mount Tarzan shuddered in general.

It wasn't until a golden figure flashed out of the light and shadow that the terrible pressure abated slightly.

"I'm talking to you from afar, my son!"

"I really don't want to be your son! I have a father on earth. I have an adoptive father and a godfather here. Now you tell me that I am your son. How many dads do you want me to have?! "Ryan said mockingly at the golden figure, his face was a bit dissatisfied, but it was more of a relief.

"You are my son, since you accepted my genes, Ryan, you are my son, the youngest of my sons, and the youngest." The golden figure did not fluctuate, he just used Continued in a gentle tone.

"...Well, I finally have a place to surpass someone from the Celestial Lu." Ryan had no choice. He could even feel the strong blood resonance in his body. The blood in his body was cheering. His bones made noises with excitement, his muscles played a resonance melody, and the feeling of blood connection echoed in Ryan's body.

He is his son.

That's right.

He is his father.