Warhammer Throne

"Well, I'll call your father for the time being, tell me, what kind of world is this here? What am I going to do here?!"

"I think I said it in your dreams." The gentle voice didn't make any waves.

"No! This is too general and too mentally retarded! I have felt your power, your power is enough to purify the whole world! What do you want me to do here? I need you to tell me in person! My mouth!" Ryan's face flushed. Roared in one direction of the golden glow: "I don't want to play a game of Dragon Quest with you! I just want to go home! Go back to that place and continue my career as an office worker!"

"You can't go back, and I can't go back, we are all trapped here." A gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be pity in it: "Since you appeared in front of me, there are only two endings waiting for you, one is Being torn to pieces in the space storm or becoming a good meal for the evil god, and you are lucky, you are the second kind."

"Didn't you always sit on that golden toilet and enjoy Wanmin's pilgrimage? Father? Now you don't want to come out to see his newly recognized son in person?" Ryan suddenly laughed, his face full of sarcasm, without a trace. Respect for the father.

"The carrion on the golden throne is just the shackles that imprison me, my son." The golden figure slowly approached.

This is a man with unparalleled majesty and a stalwart body. His height seems to exceed the limit of human beings. It is conservatively estimated to be more than two meters and eight meters. The black mid-length hair is constantly swinging with the golden light and shadow. The laurel-shaped headband is fixed.

He is wearing a set of golden battle armor. On the chest of the battle armor, a golden falcon is spreading its wings and about to fly. The upper and lower battle armors are made of golden unknown metal, and the complex feather patterns are spread all over the body and extend to him. On the right shoulder is the eagle statue. A man is holding a huge sword burning with golden flames. Behind his head, there is also an eagle statue. This statue is located behind the battle armor, rising from behind his head, cold Gaze straight ahead.

"Yes, yes, father, you can sit on the toilet and watch the people quietly, but what about me? I was drawn to this place by you. You gave me a little bit of your strength, but I have to deal with thousands of people stronger than me. Ten thousand times enemy!" Ryan said to the black-haired man dissatisfiedly: "I have nothing except the genes and swords you gave, but you told me this is my destiny?!"

"This is your destiny, my son. It seems that you have done a good job in the past twenty years." The expression on the face of the black-haired man could not see any change, and his gentle tone was more like a lie: "You and Other brothers are different, you can get much less from me."

"Then what am I going to do next? You know the world, you know how conservative this ancient set of inheritance rules is, and God knows if that moment comes, I can become an earl?" Ryan paced beside the black-haired man. His tone was quick and anxious: "But I must act within order, it's just because I am your son!"

"No, boy, you still don't understand what your duty is." The black-haired man turned around and looked at Ryan who had walked behind him: "If you use violence, then when you crown yourself When you fell, the corrosion of chaos was everywhere...My son, you need to use a smarter way."

"The **** conquest will only please and make them stronger." Ryan seemed to have recovered from his previous anger, and he sneered: "Heh, father, I always think, why don't you give me a system?"

"System?" The tall figure was a little puzzled: "I can't deliver those things to your hands, my son, my body is already decayed."

"No, I mean, just like those crossing texts, father, you shouldn't show up on your own initiative, and then give me a system, the system keeps posting tasks, and then I complete your tasks to get the power you bestow? And? It's not like it is now, you just gave me a seed, everything depends on me!" There was a slight dissatisfaction on Ryan's face.

"Not only did I give you my seeds, I also gave you a world of freedom, my son, Ryan." The black-haired man seemed to understand what Ryan was saying: "I don't understand why you have such a request. If so, wouldn’t you be like a puppet in my hand, you will lose yourself and your heart gradually when you are tired of running and achieving your goals."

"My heart?" Ryan asked puzzledly.

"When you are accustomed to obeying orders, when you are accustomed to completing my tasks as your life goal, and when you are accustomed to taking my will as your own, you will also lose yourself." The tall body said slightly. There was some shaking, and there was an expression on his face for the first time, and there was a trace of sorrow: "My eldest son, your brother, he is like this, when Chaos convinced him that everything he experienced was just a lie that I had woven, This completely defeated his will. Since then, he has fallen into a believer of Chaos and triggered the most terrible rebellion since then, which has always been Chaos' proud work."

"This has taught me a lot, Ryan, my son, you can only grow up by yourself, and only if you learn how to resist and resist the temptation of chaos, can you keep yourself under its temptation." On the black-haired man, The golden glow was like substance, pouring torrents into Ryan’s sea of ​​consciousness. He strode closer, seeming to want to stroke Ryan’s head, but in the end he couldn’t reach out his hand and just continued: "When you tell me , Or to say that you are dependent on the system in your mouth, then as long as one day, a small accident, or a deliberate conspiracy, you can no longer contact me, you find that what the system has been telling you is just a A pure scam, the result of your half-life struggle for this is a deceitful scene, then..."

"Then my world will collapse, and I will instinctively think that you, father, are the masters behind everything. My rationality and calmness will be buried by anger and madness, and I will most likely be like my brother. Part of him, thrown into the embrace of chaos." Ryan frowned, and he walked face to face to his father, but he passed by, and walked behind him: "But I'm always alone, I can't get you. I don’t have any help. I don’t have any brothers. I don’t even have a realm of my own. How can I fight the power that can swallow the world?"

"But you have time, my son. With the efforts of the savior, the next invasion will not take too long, but it won't happen immediately. You still have a lot of time to establish your own forces and form your own army. "The golden figure turned around, and for the first time a faint smile appeared on his face: "Fortunately, my plan is very successful. From the current point of view, Chaos has not found your trace. You can..."

"Yeah, how like the command of a great creator to his creation? Father, I am me, you are you, I am your son but not your servant, you have no love, I am the sword in your hand, Instead of your beloved son, you gave me genes and a new life, but you expect me to pay with my life." Ryan interrupted the black-haired man roughly.

The black-haired man was silent, his face changed, becoming like the coldest void in the universe: "I have no choice."

"Yeah, I have no choice, so I can only call you father." Ryan smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the golden light and shadow, the father and the son stood opposite each other in silence.

"All things can only depend on yourself, my son, what I can do is to continue to watch you in the cold void, in this dark age..." the black-haired man whispered, then his voice The complex rose up again: "You are not alone, Ryan, you will never walk alone. In this world, there are also people full of hope, exuding great light, expelling evil and fighting foreign enemies."

"Unify them, when that day comes, you will face it together." The black-haired man continued to speak, the golden glow of his body shining with his words: "One person can't accomplish everything, you Very weak, you are isolated and helpless. This is also part of my plan. Of course I can make you a child of a great nobleman or royal family, but with it is..."

"It's evil attention and assassination. I have heard of the most famous imperial genius. The eldest son of the Wittelsbach family, Brueck, has shown amazing talents since he was four years old, but he died of the Chaos Chosen Killer when he was nine years old. The assassination of the'eavesdropper'." Ryan nodded deeply. He once complained about his father's choice, but he has to say that the reason he has grown so smoothly so far is that he has not attracted the attention of Chaos.

Otherwise, he would never be able to resist those terrifying Chaos Assassins when he was young.

"Then what should I do now?" Ryan seemed to be complaining, but also seeking approval, asking the golden figure on his own initiative.

"It's right to go to the south. You already have a plan in your mind for the next thing. The young eagle will never learn to fly under the wings." On the statue of the eagle behind the black-haired man, a light flashed by: "Okay. Let’s end this meeting."

"Last question, father."

"Say."

"There should be no problem with my fertility, right?"

"……should not."

"That's good."

The tall golden figure slowly disappeared from Ryan’s sea of ​​consciousness, and finally the black-haired man added: "Your recent series of brave performances have attracted the attention of Urik. Urik’s existence... At that time, you I'll know."

Urik, the white wolf **** of war, once went down to fight against Chaos. It is said that when Charlemagne was crowned, it was the crown that Urik's chosen one put on him.

However, the empire does not admit this, nor does it deny it. It is just that the doctrine of the White Wolf God of War that overemphasizes competition and cruelty is not in line with the needs of the empire. The White Wolf Church is a bit sluggish compared to when the empire was founded. The big sect.

"I understand." Ryan nodded, whether he wanted it or not, the appearance of his father finally relieved his pressure.

In fact, he knew what was the reason why his father was unable to contribute. Although this was only the first positive exchange between them, his father had asked him to dream many times before. What is his next mission? He knew it in his heart.

It’s just to be clear. Dissatisfaction must be vented. Sometimes Ryan feels that this world is a large prison. Ryan only feels better after learning from his father that he has no choice.

Opening the door of his own room, Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the half-elf stood in the doorway, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Is that... an oracle?"

"Please don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Estelle." Ryan reluctantly complained, but he is in a good mood now, and he is more happy to say a few words: "Forget it."

"Faith makes us strong. I have seen your skills, Mr. Lane, re-acquaint yourself. My name is Estelle Gale. I come from the forest of San Lorenzo and believe in the Lord of the Phoenix." The half-elf proactively stretched out. Own right hand.

"Hello, ‘Sledgehammer’ Ryan, I won’t introduce anything else, I believe you all know." Ryan also stretched out his hand to shake.

Since the half-elves took the initiative to reconcile, Ryan has no reason to be entangled. The virtues of a knight are humility and politeness.

"I'm glad you reached a settlement, but I may have to interrupt the conversation between the two." Oliver approached with a smile on his face: "The evening banquet is about to begin soon, two friends, you can go on your way. Talk about it again."

"How long have I been in?" Ryan suddenly realized that it took a lot of time to communicate with his father.

"A little more than an hour, Mr. Lane, the banquet is about to begin." Another businessman, Mats, also walked up. He has changed into a full dress. Compared to Oliver's tightening of the buttons due to obesity, Mats has a figure. Be thinner, which makes his gown look more fit: "We can talk about anything on the road."

"Well, later, I'll change my clothes." Ryan changed into clean clothes at a very fast speed, and the four people left the hotel together.

There were only two merchants and half-elves who had to (get) invited. Ryan didn’t know how the half-elves got the invitation, but he wanted to get this kind of country lord with a graceful, handsome face. The banquet invitation is not difficult.

"What's going on? Mr. Oliver?" Ryan rode on his tall horse and smiled at Oliver.

"Some progress, we plan to unite several caravans and hire several mercenaries staying in this town to start together." Oliver nodded, and Mats, another businessman, also signaled that he was a participant in this plan.

"I've seen Bilge. His Grey Blade Mercenary Corps has a good combat effectiveness. If you encounter ordinary bandits and bandits, it won't be a big problem to deal with." The half-elf was graceful, and he slapped his long golden hair. , Nodded: "Even if they encounter powerful enemies, they are not without the strength of a battle."

"Can his mercenary group be comparable to the previous Nord infantry company?" Lane became interested.

A standard Nord infantry company has one knight, five cavalry, and twenty-five to eighty infantry.

"Slightly worse."

"Mr. Lane, it's hard to get results when we discuss it. You'll know when you get there." Oliver laughed.

"Yes, let's go!" Ryan stopped entangled.

"go."