Warhammer Throne

"Halfling?" Fugen felt a little disapproving, but there was no change in the expression on his face, he still looked thirsty for talents, and he was thinking about the origin of the halfling.

According to the Empire books that Fukun had read, he recalled the halfling.

The halflings come from the imperial Mute, their history and origin have already been mentioned in the previous article, so I won’t repeat them here.

Although they are about the same height as a dwarf, halflings are never a race that can conquer good combat. Compared to being a warrior, halflings are better at being merchants, innkeepers, and musicians, while halflings are talented in cooking. It is unparalleled in the entire old world. Normally, mortals’ cooking methods are nothing more than boiling, stewing, and roasting. On this basis, halflings have developed methods such as frying, smoking, braising, frying, frying, braising, etc. In the human kingdom of the old world, a high-end hotel or tavern must have a halfling chef sitting in it, otherwise it would be considered not a truly "grade" restaurant.

Smaller halflings are born wanderers. They are good at detecting, stealing, defrauding and using some simple long-range weapons. They have keen eyesight, superb hearing, and the ability to move quickly. They are born to hide themselves quickly and silently. Few races can catch up with the speed. Halflings value clan traditions most. They believe that clan relationship is a kind of existence that transcends blood and law.

But halflings are not far away from war. On the contrary, many halflings are willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race values ​​money the most, but unlike dwarves, halflings’ love for money is achieved through expenses. They never They like to accumulate money, so they always spend money on gifts, parties, and purchases. They regard money as the standard for how well they live in this world full of cumbersome and huge races.

When a halfling has accumulated enough wealth to squander the rest of their lives, they will return to Mutter to enjoy life, but most halflings obviously cannot do it, so halfling mercenaries generally complete a commission and then find Splurge on a good place, and then take the next commission.

Because of their optimistic and cheerful nature and passion for old ways, halflings are always able to stay away from chaos and corruption. All kinds of jokes and bragging make the journey no longer boring. They are always welcomed, but their petty theft is also love and hate.

"Halflings may be excellent scouts and army cooks, but what I need is an elite army with immediate combat power." Fukun's face was gentle, and he calmly said: "The expedition is too hard."

"Habi is the pinnacle of a legend. A wanderer who is close to the sanctuary has changed his job as a wandering swordsman. He was originally a thief and a poacher. After coming to Tyrell, he continued to create various miracles. He used to pretend to be playing. The cowardly halfling killed a group of bandits on the spot with a few daggers. He once successfully assassinated a black and green warlord who was flying." Amancio motioned to Fogen to listen to him and said, "The group of halflings under his hand are all different. They are good at bows and crossbows, and they have a secret weapon."

"Secret weapon?" Fukun became interested now.

"That's the halfling crucible!" Amancio said seriously: "A special thick soup made by halflings. This black thick soup can burn in water. When it touches an object, it will continue to burn until it goes out. Therefore, when it touches the human body, the fleshy skin will be penetrated, and then deep into the bones, there is no way to extinguish the flame, unless the person exposed to the flame completely burns to a mass of ashes."

"It turned out to be like this." Fukun knew what was going on after a little thought, but if Amancio said, then this halfling is still worth recruiting: "I see! And that Arabi's lamp Divine Warlock?"

Amancio took a look at the neighborhood, and all the servants would immediately retreat, leaving space for a few people at the banquet.

"No one knows the name of this Djinn warlock."

"What I can understand is that he is from Arabi and passed by the pirate principality of Sartosa. Now he is in Tyrell. He is very mysterious. He has always claimed to be a wizard. In the past, he has claimed his identity differently. From the trade prince to the elder exiled from the Magic Academy, and even claiming to be the gilded king of Arabi, he will quickly deny himself no matter what status he is, so we usually call him the'Golden Mage'."

"He is holding a golden scimitar that is always burning. His robe is made of the best embroidered silk. His skin is covered with gold dust. He looks full of exotic flavors. He has an elegant manner. He likes to use a strong accent. He speaks in a special language, but anyone who really sees his skills will not think that he is just an ordinary Arab noble. He only needs a spell to summon the fire element, wind element and sea element spirit to attack the enemy, and even create the deep sea. Whirlpools and huge thunderstorms, and it is said that he can also summon the legendary Arabi lamp **** from the ancient jar during the crisis, but unfortunately no one has seen it, or everyone who has seen it has died."

"Recently, he appeared in Milagrino in Tyrell. He was injured and lost an eye. He publicly announced that he needed a helper or partner to help him complete his revenge. Inexhaustible wealth and knowledge."

"Your Excellency Fukun, this is his contact address, but my message here is that all those who tried to cooperate with him failed and were killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed a small Pieces of paper.

"I see." Fukun took the paper, with a smile still overflowing on his face: "Denim Sorcerer? Golden Mage? Interesting!"

…………I am Oh Moses Roy's dividing line…………

After the banquet, several people came out of the Oriental Palace and returned to the State Guest House.

On the faint streets of Magritte, Faugan and Hadrian chatted about the meeting today: "Mrs. Keisler, halfling, Arab, Tyrell is really a chaotic place."

"I don't know anything about war and military affairs, Lord Fukun." Hadrian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm just a businessman."

"Businessman?" Fukun looked at Hadrian, and he continued: "Businessmen have never been innocent. How many in the world declare war in the name of profit? And how many merchants are opening up the empire in the name of colonization and exploration. territory?"

"You don't have to show your obedience in this way, Mr. Hadrian, just do things for me." Fogen continued, "As for who am I? What is my family, you always know. One day, but not now."

"Hahaha." Hadrian smiled awkwardly. The big trench merchants of the southern countries were a little uncomfortable. Compared with Ryan, who has only recently begun to reduce his edge, his brother is really... he is like a hand. The knight sword is very ornately decorated. From the appearance, this knight sword is too gorgeous and neglects actual combat use, but even if it is hidden in the scabbard, everyone can feel the power of this knight sword.

And Hadrian had seen this sword unsheathed.

Da Hao Shang always has a feeling that Fugen is too terrible. He can easily see through his every thought and every inadvertent body language exposed. He is as if he is not wearing clothes in front of him. As soon as the thought came out of his head, Fukun knew it.

It's a shame that such people don't become diplomats, Hadrian thought.

"The reason why I didn't become a diplomat was just that my father wanted me to use my power in more important places. In fact, in the era of the Great Expedition, my heirs often acted as guards and entourages, following my father as an envoy... Forget it, now It doesn’t make sense to say this, Hadrian, tell me why Felix is ​​a general?" Fuggan then asked, "I’m not saying that he is not good, but he only has more than three hundred riders? To be a general?"

There were only footsteps on the street, except for the faint firelight.

Offspring? On a mission? Great expedition? Hadrian felt like it was in the clouds, but he understood the last question. After listening, he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Fogen, do you know how many marshals and generals Kislev has?"

"How many?"

"Kislov currently has more than 20 marshals and more than 100 generals. Mrs. Kiesler is like this. The country's military ranks have always been many and too many." Hadrian nodded as he talked about the old. The world's military rank system.

After the Great Holy War, Kislov had hundreds of marshals and thousands of generals. Marshal Kislov was divided into three levels. In addition to the tsar himself as the general, Marshal Kislov currently has three people. In addition to pure In addition to the title of Marshal, the subordinates also have "Marshals of Arms". For example, the Tsar Shooting Army has the Shooting Army Marshal, the Rangers have the Ranger Marshal, the Klim Guard has the Guards Marshal, the Kesa Warriors have the Kesa Marshal, and the Wing Cavalry has There are marshals of wing cavalry, and marshals of bear cavalry, in addition to marshals of navy and first marshal of archers, second marshals of infantry, first marshals of infantry, and so on.

Anyway, there is an official designation of the unit, and Mrs. Keesler must be named a marshal.

In contrast, the empire is much less, the entire empire has only two permanent marshal titles, namely "Marshal Rick" and "Marshal Noor", Kurt Heilberg is the ninth Marshal Rick.

As for the country of Bretania, there is no permanent marshal. Only when the formation of the front army, expeditionary army or jihadist army, the knight king will consider appointing a marshal. Thousands of troops are stationed on the border between Brittany and the empire. For the Knight Kingdom, they do not need to establish a rank, because if the current commander dies in battle, the knight with the highest rank and status on the battlefield will immediately take over the command. , And out of the **** of the spirit of chivalry, the knights will immediately obey the new commander.

"Oh, the supreme lord Admiral Speyer will be disappointed...The matter is almost over. We will not stay anymore. The day after tomorrow we will set off for Tyrell." Fogen gave the order.

"Yes!"

After temporarily successfully absorbing a group of wing cavalry, the Ash Legion took a rest and immediately set off for Tyrell.

However, when the Ash Legion's fleet arrived at Milagrino, someone also arrived at Tyrell.

That is Anglang and his Hippogryph.

Today, Anglang is very familiar with Tyrell. Since having the Hippogryph, Anglang often rides his Hippogryph Nukelia directly over the Black Mountains and arrives at Tyrell for shopping. Rather shamelessly fly over the Black Mountains again, so that he doesn't have to pay the import duty of Kakasong.

In fact, the knights of the Principality of Kakasong knew that there was a Hippogryph knight who smuggled through the border often like this, but they also turned a blind eye to this. First of all, many nobles in the kingdom also like to ride a flying horse like this. What's more, this horned eagle rider once singled out an entire green-skinned tribe, grabbed the shoulders of the green-skinned warlord with both hands, and tore a green-skinned warlord who was suffering from Kagasong in half on the spot.

In the distance, the glorious city-state of Milagerino stands here. The Kingdom of Tyrell is divided into many principalities, and Milagerino is obviously the first of the states.

When Anglang landed on the Hippogryph, he found that the city was under martial law.

This puzzled Anglang. The World Devourer Gene Primarch had been planned. He wanted to order a brand new Seiko pocket watch for his nephew who was about to be born from the watchmaker in Milagrenno. There is a famous watch master in Raglanno, his name is Patek-Philippe. The watches he made are famous in the old world. Angland came to him this time.

If the watchmaker is unwilling, he will “convince” him. If there are guests who are unwilling to let Anglang jump in, he will also “convince” them.

But the problem is not that complicated. The Hadrian Chamber of Commerce is located in Milagliano, and there is also the famous halfling Queensbury Chamber of Commerce. Anglang has had a lot of dealings with these halflings, doing a little Pocket watches should not be difficult.

Several halflings of the Queensbury Chamber of Commerce saw the emergence of the Hippogryph from a long distance. This fierce behemoth is a real rarity in the human kingdom... at least in Tyrell, so the halflings immediately swarmed. They gathered, and said to Angelang who had just landed: "Mr. Angelang! It is the most honored thing to be able to see you again. I swear that your appearance is like the sun appearing in the night. It's like a piece of braised beef in a pile of sauerkraut..."

"What happened? Why is the city under martial law?" Anglang stretched out his hand and stroked the horned eagle's neck, and handed a piece of raw meat. The horned eagle immediately swallowed its mouth and called out with satisfaction.

"Our prince, Pogil-siege was assassinated in the large bath!" the halfling roared angrily. He reached out and hugged Anglang's calf: "Mr. Angela, our prince was assassinated! He! Dead, now the mercenaries in the city are vying for the position of the prince, are you interested? Halflings will support you!"

"I'm not interested." Anglang thought he came at an untimely time, but the task must be completed: "Where is the watchmaker?"

"Okay, okay, the bad-hearted Lord Anglang is unwilling to protect Bobby, so Bobby will take you there." When he saw Anglang unwilling to come forward, the halfling businessman immediately changed his attitude. He took out a pass from his arms.

Relying on the pass, Anglang successfully entered Milagliano.

In the mid-summer season, the streets of the city were very sluggish. Once Pogil died, Miragrino had no prince and ruler. The remaining mercenary leaders could not convince the crowd. The tension led to a commercial depression. After all, No one wants to do business in a chaotic situation.

"Huh! A group of poor worms who enjoy peace is full of their brains to fight for power and gain." Anglang exclaimed dissatisfiedly: "When the people in the north are fully resisting the evil southward invasion, the people here are still busy fighting the civil war."

"Yes, Mr. Angelang, our Queensbury Chamber of Commerce has also suffered a lot. Our profits have fallen year-on-year...inversely, they have fallen...

"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen!" At this moment, a figure who was speaking like a missionary caught Anglang's attention, and he motioned the halfling to shut up.

"Calm down, citizens! In this chaotic period, we learned that the green-skinned tribe in the nearby black mountains has changed!" The missionary is very, very strong, with a battle axe on his back, and a red linen clothes tied to his body. With the iron chain: "Therefore, I brought the teachings of the great **** of war!"

"Oh oh oh! What teaching did the **** of war bring us?" The people gathered around shouted loudly. In this chaotic situation, more people put their spirits on the gods.

"Anger, and hatred from the bottom of your heart! It will give us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to breathe deeply, and then release your own battle cry to face the enemy!" The missionary said loudly: "Learn to roar, learn to fight, learn to use your axe to cut through the neck and chest of the enemy!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" There was a loud drum noise underneath.

"??" Anglang's expression changed slightly.

"Imagine, imagine the river of blood! Imagine you destroy the enemy! A strong will will be watching you, what is that? That is the gift of the goddess Mirmidia? Yes, you who are fighting spirits just want to To collect the enemy’s head and chop off their heads!" The missionary shouted, he raised his right hand, the trembling iron chain, the dripping blood, and the shaking skull. The three sounded at a strange frequency at the same time. : "God, we need sacrifices!"

"!!!" Anglang's hand has reached out to the pair of battle axes on his back.

"But there is no enemy in front of us!" The citizen with Milagino shouted.

"Yes, we really don't have an enemy in front of us, but don't you find it? The heads of these cowards around you are also good..."

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the distance, and a mercury bullet rushed from the depths of an alley, smashing the missionary's head, splashing blood and brains on the ground.

The crowd dispersed in screams and panic, leaving only Anglang standing in front of the high platform. The World Devourer Gene Primarch did not look back. He retracted the hand that extended his tomahawk: "I can Smell the scent of you, sissy."

"His remarks reminded me of Kahn, but Kahn has such a high IQ?" A few heavily armed swordsmen officers followed him. The short-barreled blunderbuss muzzle in his hand was smoking, silver. Long and supple hair fluttered in the scorching sun.

"Who knows?" Anglang smiled. "It's been a long time, brother."

"Yeah, long time no see. Are you interested in meeting the legendary Arabi lamp **** with me?"

"certainly."