Warhammer Throne

On the cold trails of the Grey Mountains, Palaon Duke Casvan and his army are trekking hard. The knights are brightly armored. The glory and enthusiasm of the expedition once permeated the faces of the knights. Has great confidence in his expedition.

The march of the knights in Brittany is a very beautiful scene in the old world. It is unparalleled on the road of the gray lady with only black and white. Each knight carries three to four war horses. All The horses are covered with meticulous and high-quality horse clothing. There are hundreds of family crests in a dozen principalities in the Knight Kingdom. Even the masters of heraldics in the kingdom need a long time to gradually identify them.

After the team, a convoy of hundreds of freemen formed a long dragon, followed by an infantry regiment composed of squires, grooms, cooks, heralds, priests, and serfs. The sergeants took care of the luggage, forming a beautiful landscape.

But this is the time to start.

Now, the continuous rain is falling from a high altitude. This terrible sleet has caused great damage to Casvann’s army. The deep icy cold washes the huge cliffs on both sides of the road, and the dark clouds above the sky roar. Then, wailing, a gray curtain of rain fell from a huge air mass, torturing Casvan's army.

The enthusiasm of the expedition was therefore unsustainable. Only those who experienced the terrible sleet and rain in the mountain environment would know that the morale of the knights was severely hit. , The knights with strength kept cursing and complaining about the unpleasant weather.

The knights can persist in the face of this kind of weather. The heavy losses are the serf infantry regiments. Their animal skin cloaks or woolen clothes may guarantee their warmth on weekdays, but they can't do anything about this level of cold. People die every day on the march. Many shallow graves were left.

Even so, Casvann's army was still crossing the gray mountains at a faster speed.

The goal, directed at Hemgart.

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Hemgart at night, the Emperor's Rest Hotel.

As an important garrison point of the empire, Hemgart has a special palace for the emperor. Now, the Emperor’s Rest Hotel is hosting a lively dinner, because the scout's investigation shows that Casvann’s army wants to arrive here at least It takes three days.

The dinner was very lively. The war between the Empire and Brittany attracted the attention of the old world human kingdoms. In addition to Ryan and others who came from afar, Vulcade, Duke of Montfort of Brittany, was also present, and the Empire also Several electors came.

Everyone wants to watch this war. This is an important opportunity to assess the national power of the empire and Karl-Franz's capabilities.

Not all attendees wanted to participate in the dinner, at least Julius and Gerrod didn't like the dinner. They sat in the corner boringly, eating silently.

Some people are like fish in the water at the dinner party.

"Hey! Boris! I saw your Sima face again!" Ryan, dressed in earl attire, held a wine glass and smiled and pointed to Boris-Toldbrin, Elector of Wallrich and Grand Duke of Midland. Grid: "You have this kind of bitter and enmity expression all day long, and it makes you feel bad when you look at it!"

"Hey! Ryan, you bastard, when I have a chance, I must press your little white face into the icy swamp of Drachwald Forest, so that you understand what cruelty is!" Elector Boris saw Ryan appear, then The stubborn face finally showed a little smile: "Well, Urik is here, we meet again, the last time we expelled Nurgle on the Plains of Kurona is still fresh in my memory. Praise Yurik, it was a beautiful victory."

After speaking, Elector Boris deliberately glanced at Emperor Karl-Franz, who was standing next to Ryan.

The emperor smiled thoughtfully at Ryan: "I know you are familiar."

Boris was also one of the candidates for the throne. His maternal grandmother married Heinz, the brother of Ludwig the savior. Compared to Karl-Franz's grandfather Leopold, Boris’s bloodline is even better. Close to Ludwig.

Therefore, he has always been jealous of Karl Franz. In a sense, the opposition between Boris and Karl Franz represents the opposition between the northern sect of the empire headed by Urik and the southern sect headed by the three major churches.

"Yes, Your Majesty Franz, I have known it a long time ago, but I'm not very familiar with it until the last battle of the Kurona Plains." Ryan said playfully. He was slightly taller than the emperor: " If it weren't for Boris, I might be dead."

"This is indeed a great war..." Karl Franz waited to say, a champion knight of the Griffin Knights roared into the dinner scene: "That bastard! The one who doesn't want to call your majesty the emperor Where is the bastard? I want to fight him!"

The heavily armed knight soon found Ryan. Ryan’s unwillingness to call Karl Franz "emperor" made most people understand it, because Ryan is not an imperial nobleman, but many loyal ones. The imperial knights were very dissatisfied with the chosen champion who rose from Nord and has a great connection with the empire. They wanted to tear Ryan's pride to pieces.

Ryan's name is like a thunderous ear, and his feats are heard by the nobles of the empire, and the knights of the empire naturally know that they need to send out equivalent champion knights.

The person facing the challenge is the champion knight of the Griffin Knights, Roger.

Before Ryan spoke, the champion knight took out a glove and threw it over Ryan.

Standing not far away, Francois, who was communicating with a Moorish knight, frowned. Duke Winford noticed that Karl-Franz did not object, but wanted to see things with interest. Go on.

François thought that this might be a coincidence that fits the emperor's wishes. It seems that the new emperor of the empire is also very interested in Ryan's strength, or perhaps this is not a coincidence at all, but a deliberate arrangement by Karl Franz.

The new emperor of the empire acted domineering and tough, but he also inherited the excellent diplomatic skills of his father Luitpold. After a few years ascended to the throne, the young emperor through a series of diplomatic methods and military victories, not only settled down. The position of the emperor gradually integrated the power of the empire together.

François sighed when he thought of the aging Knight King Richard in Brittany.

Richard is inferior to Karl Franz. This is already a recognized situation in the old world. Richard is said to intend to let his distant grandnephew, Duke of Connet, Raun Leo Cornwall, take over the throne of knights, but because of Mogi Anna was seriously injured, the matter was shelved, and in François's view, Richard was still in love with the stack, unwilling to give up the throne.

"For the sake of honor, I can't refuse this challenge." Ryan took over the glove, and the lake fairy goddess selection champion still had a faint smile on his face: "But the confrontation between us must not be meaningless. We are all human beings, no NS?"

"Ryan is reasonable." Emperor Karl-Franz nodded and smiled, and his attendant soon sent two velvet silks: "This is the silk from the famous Madam Aiger tailor shop in Braunschweig, and I will It rewards the winner."

Then you are giving gifts to my baby girl, François thought.

"Then, please be out of company for a while, Your Majesty Franz, and Boris." Ryan saw that there was a reward, and a smile appeared on the face of the Holy Grail knight. He followed the champion knight of the Griffin Knights out of the hotel gate. .

Umberto Corleone, the Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivy, approached the emperor with red wine. The bearded elector whispered, "You arranged it?"

"Why not? We always need to know how strong he is, right?" Karl Franz shrugged: "Twenty-nine years old, the earl, the holy grail knight commander, the champion of the gods, the exile of the demon... shall we go out and have a look The duel process..."

"Boom!!!"

Before the voice was over, a loud noise came from outside the hotel, like the sound of a blunt instrument breaking something.

The faces of Karl Franz and Umberto changed.

Everyone at the dinner subconsciously looked at the door of the hotel.

The knight on the opposite side of the mountain, Count Ryan Macadoo walked into the dinner scene again from the door of the hotel with a smile. He dragged a leg of the Griffin Knights champion Rogue, and the champion knight’s plate was sliding against the ground. , Making a harsh metallic sound.

The champion knight of the Griffin Knights was in a coma. He rolled his eyes and vomited gastric juice. He was unconscious, but there should be no life-threatening danger. The emperor's attendants hurriedly dragged the embarrassing thing from the banquet scene.

"I knew it would become like this." Elector Boris said gleefully, seeing the emperor's champion knight defeated by a hammer, Boris felt comfortable.

It was our White Wolf Knight, now it's your turn.

The god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake took away the silk and came to the emperor with a glass goblet: "Thank your majesty for the reward, let's continue."

"Okay." Karl Franz still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

The emperor’s heart blew violent storms. The Griffin Knights were a private knights group that served the emperor. Their strength was not as strong as the top knights of the empire, nor would they be too far apart. Champion knight Roger is thirty-five years old this year. It was a legendary mid-level, but was defeated by Ryan with a hammer.

What did my empire miss?

On the surface, the emperor was still looking as usual. He first introduced to Ryan: "Boris, I don’t need to introduce more. Come on, the champion of the Lady of the Lake, this is the Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivey. His Excellency Umberto Corleone, Avignon is the empire’s agricultural province and the wealthiest province after Rickel. His Excellency Umberto is the only surviving emperor who has participated in the great holy war. He not only voted for my grandfather, but also for my father. A few years ago, he also voted for me with his precious vote."

"Hello, Your Excellency Umberto." Ryan knew that the bearded elector was unfathomable in strength and was an important political ally of Karl-Franz. He expressed sufficient respect: "Can and It's an honor for me to know you."

"Good strength, young man." Umberto patted Ryan on the shoulder: "I look forward to your better performance in the future."

Then, an elector with a rich and sorrowful face and a slender beard came to Ryan at the emperor’s recommendation. Karl Franz enthusiastically introduced: “This is the Elector Wolfen. Also the Grand Duke of Oster, Wamir von Zhukov, Oster is a territory filled with forests and mountains. Since his ascension, Lord Wamir has spent his life and the darkness in the mountains and forests. Biological confrontation, he is an excellent general and guardian of the northern frontiers of the empire."

"I've heard your name a long time ago, Ryan Makado." Oster leads the Nord Kingdom to the west, and Kieslov in the east. Of course, Wamir has heard Ryan's name: "I am honored to meet you for the first time. your turn."

"It's an honor to see you, Lord Wamir." Ryan also nodded his greetings. Oster is the most remote area of ​​the empire. To this day, this province still has not recovered from the devastation of the great jihad. Every choice The imperial capital and the northern barbarians fought endlessly against the dark creatures in the forests and mountains for decades.

"This is Oleg von Zhukov, Baron Wolfen, the heir of the Elector of Wamir." Karl Franz went on to introduce: "An excellent general."

This is a young man in his twenties. He wears a mink fur hat and clothes with the red bull family crest. He is sturdy, powerful and proud and stretches out his hand to Ryan: "You Good, Lord Ryan Makado, I am Oleg, and your strength has left a deep impression on me. We hate the chaos so much, and I think we may be friends."

"Haha~ I think our aversion to chaos will always surpass the small conflicts between each other." Ryan shook hands with him: "The chaos dregs will definitely usher in destruction, I firmly believe."

"I believe it too." Oleg nodded. For some reason, he and Ryan felt a special affinity when they met, and the two quickly found a place to communicate privately.

"You have an excellent son, Lord Wamir." Emperor Karl-Franz calmly said to the Elector of Wamir: "It's just that many of his ideas are too bold. The empire has not tried to penetrate the northern wasteland. To destroy the barbarian tribe, but once it goes too deep, it will suffer heavy losses every time, and there will be no return."

"Oleg is a brave boy. He found a teacher for himself, a white wolf paladin who was drunk in Wolfenburg." Wamir said: "Oleg was killed by the knight in the tavern. Conquered by power and worshipped him as a teacher, I disagreed at first, but the strength of this paladin is far beyond imagination. If it were not for his assistance, the Battle of Wolfsburg might have been wiped out."

"That can only be said that Oleg is excellent in himself, and he is qualified to be accepted as an apprentice." The emperor nodded.

"Speaking of which, my Majesty, how do you plan to deal with this invasion of Casvann?" Elector Wamir held the red wine and whispered, "The knight across the mountain is not easy to deal with."

"I already have a plan." The emperor's voice was full of pride and confidence: "Look at it." I want to talk about "Warhammer Gods" with more like-minded people. Confidant~