Warhammer Throne

In the middle of the night, the mountain wind roared, and the endless galaxy was shining in the sky. Lauen drank his wine in a small sip, burped gracefully, and then stroked his horse: "Han Dill, are you full?"

The Elf Warhorse nodded heavily, licked the bottom of the bowl still intently, and snorted at Ryan.

"It's complimenting you for making the soup delicious~hahaha~" Raun carefully helped his horse to clean his mane, and smiled: "There are few things that can be praised by Handil, yes. , Where is your war horse?"

"Ride for your companions, so that they can escape." Ryan looked at the large number of gaps and damages on his chain armor, thinking that this armor might be difficult to repair, and he needs a new pair of armor.

"Warhorse is half of the life of a knight. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Lawn immediately realized how dangerous the danger that the group of humans faced at the time was.

"This is an oath belonging to the knights, isn't it? Defend the country, defend the territory, and protect the relatives." Ryan is not easy to say that because he lingered about the military records of the garrison army, he didn't find the situation outside, so he changed his tone of voice.

"It is... it is difficult for the knights now to have this kind of consciousness. In their opinion, the teachings of the ladies are not as important as their lives and future. The old knight virtues have become the shackles that bind them to earn money and superiors." Ryan was instead drawn away by Ryan. He thought about it, or took the initiative to speak: "Do you know the battle of Marienburg that broke out in the past few months? The war between the empire and Brittany?"

"Know a little bit, I heard... Finally you and the Empire negotiated?" Ryan thought for a moment, thinking that since Lauen took the initiative to talk about this, he would just inquire about something.

"The peace talks? It's the peace talks. It looks beautiful, but do you know? The fact is that Brittany lost." Raun shook his head, and a little contempt appeared on his face: "It failed from beginning to end. The beginning of the war failed, the process failed, and the result was also a failure. If it weren't for the imperial emperor who left us some face, I don't know if Richard can secure the throne."

"Yes, can you tell me in detail?" Ryan came curiously.

The person in front of him is the great nobleman of Brittany, and he is one of the three most prominent families. The blood of these three families can be traced back to the founding knight king Arthur.

These three families are "Yueli Lion", "Red Fire Dragon" and "Pure Day Horse". Most of the knight kings come from these three families.

If you pull it far, let's listen to what the great nobleman in front of you has to say.

"After receiving the invitation of the Grand Duke of Marienburg Schultz, our knight king Richard the Tiger became dizzy under the temptation of five carts of gold coins and decided to lead the army. A lot of wanderings followed. Knights and ranger knights...and those infantry regiments and archers formed by tenant farmers." Lawn shook his head and looked into the distance: "Besides, the major dukes rarely respond or even refuse to respond."

Then Lawn said "hey": "Did you know? His Excellency Aintree actually only sent an army of four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and more than fifty farmers to respond to the call, not even a single knight. "

"Ha~ That's for sure. The Lord Winford has frequent trades with the Empire and Marienburg. He definitely doesn't want to stalemate the relationship with the Empire." Lane immediately heard the overtones of the mission knight: " And not to send a knight, which is quite obvious."

"So, there was no need to fight this war. The real knights didn't come. What do the young people who are full of enthusiasm and meritorious ideas know? They really think that the opposing imperial army is the same as the serf uprising they usually suppress?" Raun didn't seem to hear the words of the White Wolf Knight. He spread his hands: "As you know, the Empire and Brittany, which were only confronting each other, rushed into the Imperial Army because of a group of eager young men. The battle really started."

Ryan nodded his head appreciatively. He knew that Raun saw the core reason for the Knight Kingdom to send troops: this time the troops should be sent as a deterrent by force, but for various reasons, they went to war inexplicably. fail.

"The front and rear armies are seriously out of touch. When the knights rushed towards the Imperial Pike Army, the longbow teams behind were not even within range. There were not enough knights to command. What do the serf infantry groups know? It’s messy.” Raun sighed: “Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, Emperor Karl-Franz had keenly captured this once-in-a-lifetime fighter, and he personally led Rick’s guard. They charged towards the chaotic Breton army, and after two rounds, the serfs were completely defeated."

Ryan understood that this is called a failure of the process. Most of the knights rushed into the imperial army. Facing the halberd army, which was waiting for the battle, it would certainly not take advantage of it. Then, at this time, Richard, as the knight king, was left with at most a part of his knights and guards. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was completely irreversible.

"As for the future peace treaty..."

Just when the two knights with the same name as the lion talked happily.

The capital of the empire, Brunswick.

The magnificent palace is surrounded by towering statues. The statues of the founding emperor Charlemagne and the twelve Carolingian knights stand around the palace. The statues of Charlemagne hold a sword in one hand and a book in the other, and look natural. Look ahead.

Everywhere on the fifty-meter-high palace gates are carved ancient historical murals, from the start of Emperor Charlemagne's army to the "War of the Longbeards" that established the human dwarf covenant, to the Black Fire Pass that wiped out the green-skinned army. The battle, to the battle of Rick River where he defeated Nagash, the lord of the dead, and finally to the wall of the first Chaos invasion, Charlemagne wielded the holy sword, and the "Unifier" Moka confrontation scene.

The emperor of the human empire, Karl Franz Friedrich, is writing in his study.

"Brittania certainly failed in the Battle of Marienburg, but that was because the main force had not come out. In any case, we are all human compatriots, and I don’t want our knight friends to retaliate with us—it’s just a possibility. I don’t want it.” The emperor was using a quill pen and parchment on his book case to write: “The empire is too big, and there are too few friends. The power of the Knight Order is necessary."

"The emperors deceived me when I was enthroned and embarrassed me many times in the council, hoping that I could delegate power. However, after the victory of the blood pine forest and the victory of the rebellion, this victory against the knight kingdom finally made me Temporarily gained their trust."

Karl-Franz was still writing, and an announcement came from outside, and a attendant walked closer: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich is here."

"Invite him in." The emperor raised his head. He is not very old, he looks in his thirties, his voice is thick and powerful, his body is amazing, his looks are handsome, he is very energetic, his eyes are bright, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

"Yes!"

After a while, the fully armed Count Heinrich-Fruns came to the emperor's study and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, the electors have arrived at the Imperial Parliament."

Hearing the words "Emperor Elector", the emperor's fingers shook slightly.

"Well, I see, I will pass now." The emperor got up, looked at the rays of light that penetrated into the room from the colorful glass window, and sighed: "The war has never stopped, the past will not, the present will not, the future... the future... Who knows?"

"By the way, have you notified the Magic Guild?" The emperor suddenly asked about it when he walked through the long corridor and stepped on the soft carpet with his leather boots.

The magic guild is not a magic church. The magic guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy, directly under the emperor. The leader of the magic guild is the chief royal wizard of the Empire, and the current chief wizard is Cernus Gehrman. A fire-type great wizard, whose strength is unfathomable, many people say that he has advanced to the sanctuary, but no one dared to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, Lord Gehrman is already on the way to the palace." The attendant replied.

"Geert also called, and I will see him after the meeting is over," the emperor added.

"Understood." An attendant walked away quickly.

The imperial parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not large. The house inside the imperial palace occupies a smaller area than expected. It is just a large independent courtyard and a three-story mansion. The courtyard has five steps and one. The guards, ten steps, one guard, golden body and golden armor, armed with hammer swords, are monitoring any possible disturbances.

Karl-Franz motioned his guard to retreat and opened the door gently. All the imperial electors were already seated, even the elector of Brescia, who was only a teenager and not even a man. Just looking around cautiously, there are not many people in the parliament hall. Behind every elector stands only one courtier. The hall is not narrow. Many electors are even enjoying drinks and snacks.

However, the atmosphere in this one feels suffocating.

The kingdom of the human empire has been passed down to this day. Only four of the twelve Carolingian knights when Charlemagne was founded have been handed down to the present. The remaining electors are all military aristocrats who were entrusted after Ludwig. Every emperor is an outstanding warlord and a powerful man on one side. The terrible aura on their bodies has blocked the hall tightly. The attendants and court ladies who come in to deliver snacks often turn pale with fright and want to throw things away. Throw it down and ran away quickly.

In addition, the archbishop of the Church of Justice, Volkmar Beckmann, is closing his eyes and resting. The archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing with the Elector of Wallrich Manfred about further improvements in food seeds, and the magic church’s The archbishop looked at his gem ring, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing the emperor pushing the door in, all the electors stood up and signaled. Karl-Franz signaled everyone to sit down: "Gentlemen, there are two things that need to be discussed with you for the assembly today."

"Your Majesty, please speak straight." It was the "Claret of Victory" Roland Otto Feichenbach, the Elector of the Empire Aldolf. His daughter Helena is the Emperor's wife. This elector does not seem to be of age. Great, but insiders know that he is almost a hundred years old. As a direct descendant of the twelve Carolingian knights and the emperor's father-in-law, he has reason to ask questions.

"The first thing is very simple. This is a letter from the high elf Phoenix Prince Tyrion." The emperor walked to the main seat and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.

"What does the letter with long ears say?" It was Umberto Corleone, the Elector of Imperial Tuscany, the Elector of Tuscany, the brown-haired, bearded elector. He is over two hundred and seventy years old. He is the only legendary human hero who has been an elector from before the Great Holy War, and is still an elector. He is the strongest man in the sanctuary. When Ludwig rose up, he was the first one. The nobles who responded, the candidates not only surrendered all the military power, but also went to the battlefield. He killed two demon princes alone in the Battle of Fasha.

"The messenger from Osu'an brought greetings from the Phoenix King, and at the same time, he made a small'request'." With unstoppable sarcasm on the emperor's face, he handed the letter to the attendant. The attendant delivered the letter to Umberto.

"Huh!" After a few glances, Umberto slapped the table fiercely: "Too much bullying! What do these pointed ears want?! They want the right to elect the emperor!"

Wow! The entire assembly hall was like a hot pot boiling oil, and there was a huge noise.

"Never allow! Human affairs should be resolved internally by humans!"

"There has never been a precedent for foreigners to interfere in the internal affairs of the human empire! I don't agree!"

"impossible!"

"The emperor of the human empire should be chosen by humans!"

The electors were so excited that they roared and said that there was no reason for the high elves to participate in the affairs of the empire.

Karl-Franz once again signaled everyone to be quiet: "Then gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is passed."

Then, the emperor sat in his place, watching the heated discussions among the candidates with cold eyes, but except for the archbishop of the Magic Church who said nothing, almost everyone said that it was impossible to accept such excessive demands.

Karl-Franz thought that as long as the candidates had a normal mind, they would not be able to agree to this power-defying or insulting ordinance, even if Tyrion could promise that if the proposal passed, the high elves would be willing to share more mysteries of magic and technology. no.

But the elector of Brescia was still a child, what would he think? The emperor noticed that the Brescia electoral candidates were whispering to courtiers behind him.

"How should I do it?" The kid was named Giani Bernardino, and he asked his courtiers carefully.

"You should vote veto, my lord."

Ten minutes later, the emperor signaled to start voting.

Fourteen votes against and one abstention.

It was the archbishop of the Magic Church who abstained. The emperor was not surprised at this point. The Magic Church hoped to learn more magical mysteries from the higher elves. Abstaining was already a concession from the Magic Church.

"Okay, then this matter was rejected by the Reichstag." Karl-Franz nodded, this result did not surprise him at all: "Then, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "The Storm Fortress was broken by the northern barbarians, and none of the two thousand defenders survived! About four thousand barbarian troops rushed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord asked us for help!"