Warhammer Throne

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Does this work? Ryan's mouth was open for a long time, speechless.

Hippogryphs are the mounts that countless lords dream of. Just like the Griffins of the Empire, Hippogryphs are the ultimate requirements of Breton lords for their mounts.

He is still riding a pureblood elf warhorse. Is Anglang riding a Hippogryph?

His knight rides a Hippogryph? The lord is still riding a war horse?

Ryan's face was indescribably uncomfortable, so he had to smile wryly: "Brother, your progress is a bit ahead."

"Really?" Anglang scratched his head, he could feel Ryan's surprise, which made him feel satisfied.

On the contrary, Mogiana looked at Anglang with extremely guarded eyes.

It was a feeling of danger, a feeling of absolute danger. This terrible breath almost suffocated the Lake God Witch. Even if she put down her weapon, Morjana's face still retained a deep vigilance.

"I named my horned eagle beast Nucheria in memory of my brothers and sisters who died." Anglang patted Ryan's shoulder lightly: "I'm finally back. It's hard work, anything else." I won’t tell you much, see you in the same place tomorrow."

Ryan nodded. The old place refers to the secret stronghold established by Anglang in the Sharon Forest. With the help of the Forbidden Army, his brother established a "safe house" in the Sharon Forest north of Baron Jean.

Saying hello to his younger brother, Anglang said that I was going to hunt, and patted Ryan on the shoulder. He rode the Hippogryph and whizzed away, indescribably chic.

Ryan and Morjana continued to move forward. The Lake God Witch hesitated and asked Ryan, "I heard that your brother came here to run for you after he had committed a crime, but from his strength, what did he do? Will things make the lord decide to punish him?"

Ryan smiled slightly. What Mojana meant was that Anglang's strength could make the Lake God and Witch feel unfathomable. How could the lords be willing, or dare to punish a warrior who was at least the pinnacle of the sanctuary?

"Mistakes have many meanings, and there are many levels, and even the older brothers will be punished for mistakes at some levels." Ryan shook his head, and he said meaningfully: "The deity has to be punished if he makes a mistake, my Highness. "

Morjana stopped talking when she saw this.

From far to near, the changes that have taken place in Jien Town are staggering. The city walls have been completely transformed into tall stone walls, and half of the low wooden houses in the town have been transformed into dwellings with at least two or three stories high. Half of it is also being stamped. Dense crowds are blocking the streets. Horse-drawn carriages are coming in and out. The town has even been demarcated into a special business district. A row of new shops is opening. Ryan can see many serfs waiting on the corner. Obviously Is waiting for work.

The appearance of Maugiana aroused the cheers of the people in the town. Many serfs couldn’t help kneeling. The name of the fairies in the lake and the witches of the lake gods. Maugiana blessed the townspeople gathered in the same way as usual and ushered in. Gave a bigger compliment.

Many wood elves and dwarves have appeared on the street, and everything shows that the baron has something to attract them.

Dispelling the crowd of onlookers, Ryan and Maugiana walked up the hillside, Katzenberg opened the door for the baron, and the bald butler bowed deeply: "Oh, my baron, you are finally back, and the most Your Royal Highness, the most respectable Lake God Witch, welcome to the Baron of Jean."

"This is not the first time I have come." Mogiana turned over and got off the unicorn. She floated directly in the air and flew towards the prayer room on the third floor: "I will rest in it, hot water and dinner will you give me? I sent it."

"Yes." Ryan nodded, and he handed the reins to the sergeant's hands: "Kasenberg, I need a good dinner."

"Understood, my baron, I'll make arrangements right away." The butler bowed deeply.

"Master, are you back?" The dark elf Olica appeared. She was wearing a standard black and white maid outfit, and her waist-deep black hair was as shiny as silk.

"Yes, I'm back." Ryan hugged his dark servant maid, and then kissed her softly on her lips: "Where is Veronica?"

"Miss Veronica went to supervise the construction of her wizard tower, and she won't be back until the evening." Olica leaned against Ryan very attached, "I will arrange for someone to boil the water."

"Well, remember to burn more, Majesty Mojianna also wants a bucket." Ryan asked.

"OK."

The servants quickly boiled a bucket of hot water, and Ryan put himself in comfortably. As the backbone of the domain, the return of the baron made everyone in the baron’s castle very happy. The impact is in every aspect, especially in the territory, there are always rumors that the lord master is a person blessed by the deity, and the hunters and serfs who go hunting in the Chalong Forest can always get the protection and protection of some tall golden armored giants. help.

Olica served Ryan in the bath, and at the same time told him about the changes in his territory over a period of time.

The population of Baron Jean Jean has swelled to more than 14,000 people recently.

"Where are so many people?" Ryan asked casually, soaking in the hot water. In the master room on the third floor, the mist brought by the hot water filled the room.

"It is the fugitive serfs from the Duchy of Berleón and the Duchy of Carcassonne." The dark elf said softly: "The Duchy of Berleón has been at war with Estalia. Many serfs can't survive, so they fled here. Due to the war, it was difficult for the nobles of the principality to determine whether the serfs died or surrendered and fled, so Mr. Katzenberg took the opportunity to take in a lot of high-quality population."

"There are also serfs in the Duchy of Carcassonne. The Duke of Hubald has embarked on the path of the Holy Grail. The territory of the Duchy is currently under the joint regency of a marquis and the prophet of the lake god, so some freemen took the opportunity to find work here." Lika draped the towel on Ryan's body. The dark elf's pointed ears wore golden rings, and the rings shook lightly with the master's movements.

"It will be a little troublesome in the future." Ryan sighed comfortably. He has absorbed so many people, these neighbors must have opinions on him.

Development is the last word, and now I can’t manage that much. The arrival of these high-quality populations is more pros than cons.

"Where are the wood elves and dwarves?"

"My cousins ​​sent a team of woodland guards and a team of eternal guards to be stationed on the land you drew for them." Olica's tone was somewhat contemptuous and awkward: "On the whole they are satisfied with the status quo. The existence of these wood elves has attracted a large number of merchants to trade. At least your merchant friend, Oliver has made a lot of money for this. He is now said to have relied on your relationship with the wood elves trade tycoon to rank among the upper ranks of Marienburg. Society."

"Don't forget our close relative Asul, they are our Esley's, our enemies! Don't forget our cousin, Trucchi, who is our Esley's, our enemies!"

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"Very good." Ryan then asked, "What about the dwarves? I think the blacksmith workshops along the river seem to be huge."

"The runecraftsman Deron Feinsen can produce more than two hundred sets of dwarven craftsmanship equipment and weapons every month. The business of these iron tools is very hot. The demand for wood elves and nearby lords alone is in short supply, so the dwarves decided to call. My own clan came to help. As of today, more than a dozen dwarves have left the mountain and settled here." The dark elf's little hand pressed lightly on Ryan’s back: "Dwarves have a hard time trusting others, but they Willing to trust the Knights of the Holy Grail, that is, the master. It is said that many dwarves in the mountains are excited about the life outside. The dwarf king of Karak Breeze Castle did not stop them from leaving after hearing your name."

"Is there a community specifically designated for them according to my instructions?" Ryan then asked.

"some."

"Very good." Ryan stopped asking when he saw this. He washed for a while, and then stood up from the barrel. The scar on his chest was very conspicuous. The dark elf knew at a glance how hard his master had gone through. .

But unlike the female knight or Emilia, the dark elf not only didn't worry about seeing this scar, but was full of pride and pride. She used a towel to help Ryan wipe her body, and said cheerfully, "What a great master. In the dark and cold Nagaroth, if there are dark elves that can defeat the Chaos Demon, you will surely be received by the Witch King."

"Will he call me the Lord of Fear?" Ryan joked.

Olica's expression stagnated, and she looked away a little unnaturally: "I don't know about this."

Ryan did not notice the abnormality of the dark elf. He changed into a light suit and hugged the dark elf into his arms. Olica hugged him ruddy, "Master, let’s talk about it tonight, the lake **** witch is still there. Wait for you."

"Okay! I'll take things up now." Ryan sent hot water and towels to the prayer room on the third floor.

The prayer room was renovated again under the auspices of Olica. The icons and shrines of the fairies in the lake remained unchanged. Wallpapers and paintings were pasted on the walls, and carpets were laid on the ground.

Mojianna was sitting on the big bed in the room, the lake **** witch had a long dress and hit the floor. Seeing Ryan coming in with a large bucket of water and towels, she complained: "Why are you here now?"

"Sorry, my lord, I will wash myself before I dare to see you." Ryan put down the barrel and towel and asked casually, "Would you like to have dinner with me and my subordinates in the evening?"

"No, you can just send dinner here." Morjana took off her soft boots, the Lake God Witch let out a sigh, and thanked her softly, "Anyway, I have worked hard for you, Ryan, destroy the chaos. So is the big devil, because so is my business."

"It's my honor, my highness." Ryan gave a gentle salute, and then stepped out.

"Wait." Mojianna wanted to say something to Ryan, who had closed the door and went out.

After coming down from the third floor, the tax officer Gasparton found Ryan immediately: "My baron, there is something for you to take care of here."

Ranger Knight Olivier also came out from one side: "My Baron, I also have an immature suggestion here."

"Go to the office and talk, Gasparton." Ryan motioned to everyone to talk as they walked.

"The tax in the first quarter of this year exceeded five hundred gold crowns, my baron." Gasparton was pleased. He chased behind Ryan and said: "My opinion is to take a part of it and give it to us. The sergeants change to a better set of equipment."

"This is exactly what I want to say, my baron, a band of thieves have recently appeared in the Sharon Forest. My suggestion is to let me take someone to destroy them." Olivier also said after Ryan.

The three people walked into the office. Ryan sat in the baron's position and motioned his tax officer and the ranger knight to sit down: "Are the sergeants equipped with enough hand crossbows?"

"Yes, my baron, with the help of the dwarves, the sergeants have all been equipped with breastplates and dwarven hand crossbows made by dwarves." Olivier continued: "This kind of dwarf hand crossbow has a longer range than serf archers. The range is longer, but shorter than that of the Bastogne Longbowmen."

Ryan nodded: "Tell me about the robbers, Olivier."

The ranger knight took out a map, and his fingers were in the area of ​​Bastogne Duchy in the Chalon Forest above the Baron of Jean: "Recently, a group of bandits who claimed to be the Brotherhood of Bergerac gathered in the Chalon Forest. They were led by a notorious fugitive serf and stopped passing travelers and businessmen everywhere. Interestingly, this group of robbers never killed people or sold goods. They only took a half of the things from passers-by and let them go. After leaving, this group of robbers also claimed that the thieves often left the forest to help the serfs who could not survive. This caused the knights of Bastogne to encounter many difficulties when trying to conquer them, and then nothing came of it."

"Puff! This group of bandits still knows the principle of sustainable development?" Ryan smiled.

Gasparton and Olivier are very strange, sustainable development?

The baron did not explain, and Olivier did not dare to stop. Ryan is now becoming more and more majestic. The ranger knight coughed and continued: "In short, I suggest that we send troops to destroy this group of bandits, but this group of bandits is very powerful, especially The leader is dressed in green. People call him the Rogue Bertrand. It is said that he can blind Pegasus with an arrow."

"Well, don't worry about this. It's time for spring plowing. We don't want to recruit the army. Let's send scouts to inquire about the intelligence." Ryan made a decision for the time being: "Today I hope to take a rest for a year and send troops. Think carefully."

"Yes" Seeing that Ryan did not have the idea of ​​sending troops, Olivier was a little disappointed. Military merit and glory are the ladder of promotion. Ryan's two kingdom knights are still vacant, and several ranger knights are secretly competing.

To deal with the backlog of internal affairs, the time has come to night.

After enjoying the sumptuous dinner, Ryan took the food tray and knocked on the door of the prayer room on the third floor: "His Majesty Mogiana? I'm bringing dinner here."

"come in."

I’ve updated it. Yesterday’s third shift was too hurt, so I’m late today, forgive me.

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