Warhammer Throne

Amidst the roars of Marshal Heilberg and the flag-holder Ludwig, the assassin’s dagger approached their respected emperor at a very fast speed. Karl-Franz’s decisiveness once again saved him, and he released Opening the hilt of the rune sword, trying to resist the dagger with his arm, the strange assassin’s movements were slightly messed up by the emperor’s block, but this did not affect his attack at all. It was only in the slowness of less than half a second. The assassin's dagger was fully charged again, and it was pierced heavily towards the emperor.

There is nowhere to escape.

The silver seal on the emperor's divine weapon gave out a dazzling light, and the huge energy contained in it protected the emperor from the evil energy of Chaos Witchcraft, but the silver seal could not stop the sharp dagger and the poison on it!

At the moment of the moment, between the woods, a strong wind blows.

The emerald green gale engulfed endless fury, and the leaves all over the sky formed a twisted hurricane. Between the woods, green light was great. The hurricane wrapped the emperor’s body. When the dagger was close to the emperor’s neck, one stretched out of the void. The extraordinary blade that came out blocked the assassin's attack.

"Ding~"

A green ghost wearing an exquisite ancient armor appeared in the gale, from the helmet to all of him exuding bright green light, the ivy entwined his body, the iris decorated his armor: "No one can pass here. !"

"Qi bless me!" The assassin was losing his mind. He waved his dagger and wanted to attack again, but the green ghost did not give him any more chance. The pain blade swept across the assassin's arm and cut his arm into two. The wrist rolled, and the sharp blade pierced forward through the assassin's throat. The strange believer twitched a few times, and there was no more life.

The ghost withdrew his weapon, his green eyes hidden behind the visor gave the emperor unsettled and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to pull him up.

"No, you, stay where you are right now, raise your hands, and put down your weapons!" Marshal Rick Heilberg finally took Rick Wei and the Griffin Great Swordsmen to protect the emperor. In fact, Less than five seconds have passed since the assassin was killed. Marshal Rick felt that his heart almost jumped out of the chamber. Even though the Rick guards didn’t know whether firearms were useful against this ghost-like thing, it was almost impossible. Ten spears and short guns were still aimed at the ghost, and Heilberg drew out the rune sword: "Immediately!"

"Don't, don't!" Karl-Franz stretched out his hand, and the ghost pulled him straight up. The emperor was a little surprised to find that the other party actually had an entity. He suppressed his surprise and immediately waved his hand towards Heilberg and the others: "If he wanted to hurt me, I would have died a long time ago. Soldiers, put away your weapons, I recognize him. He is the Green Knight, a knight’s virtue, a defender of secrets, and a defender of kindness. Thank you very much for your help. Can you know your surname and name?"

"In the long history, I have had many names." The Green Knight's voice was ethereal, sounding like it didn't exist in this world: "It's not important."

"Okay." The emperor asked himself to be boring, he smiled awkwardly, and motioned to Marshal Rick and the banner officer to put down their weapons. The emperor took a few steps, came to the assassin, and lifted his visor.

Under the visor was a completely distorted face, and the emperor shook his head: "This is not my person, Schmidt must have something wrong."

"Damn it, have the cultists infiltrated Rickweil?!" Heilberg wanted to try if his runefang "Glamor" could harm the legendary green knight, but he was a soldier, a soldier. Taking obedience to orders is a bounden duty, Heilberg feels to blame for the presence of counterfeit goods in the Rick Wei under his leadership. Marshal Rick’s tone is a little frustrated: "It is my responsibility, Your Majesty."

"No, you are not to blame." The emperor shook his head, and he took a close look at the face: "He looks exactly like Schmidt, and he has all his equipment."

"A stupid attempt." The Green Knight said, with a strong Bretonian accent in his words. Some of these words are old words that have died out for a long time. If it weren't for the emperor, he was quite accomplished in ancient languages. , Maybe you don’t understand what he’s saying: "I left my hometown and came to you, the emperor, my lady sent me here, you can’t have an accident, you and your empire can’t have an accident, otherwise more than ten years Later, we will all succumb to the front of the King of Three Eyes."

"The King of Three Eyes?" The emperor was taken aback when he heard the term, and then thoughtfully.

Is it again Aichaen’s prophecy? For more than a hundred years, the imperial royal court has collected more than ten prophecies against Eternal God’s Chosen Aichar. Demon hunters and battle priests often try to stifle the threat in the cradle, but Aicharn just stays in chaos. If the soil does not come out, neither the empire nor other forces can do anything about it.

"I was dispatched here by the Lady of the Lake. I must follow the oath made to her. I must return to Brittany. But before that, I want to inform you that the Lady of the Lake this fall, Ryan- Macado, Duke Moussilon, the orthodox successor of Landuin will enthroned in Curona. I have a sincere suggestion. You, His Majesty Emperor Karl-Franz, should go to Curona, and the new The king meets." The green knight continued, and the emperor noticed the flickering of the green light and shadow in his week.

"You are not a proposal, you are a threat, ghost!" Heilberg strode up, Marshal Rick's exquisite mustache fluttering in the air, he glared at the Green Knight: "Whether the emperor decides to attend the Knight King's The enthronement ceremony is not determined by you, we will naturally meet to discuss!"

"No, please tell Ryan, I will definitely go, go personally." The emperor waved Heilberg not to be impulsive. The assassination was nothing more than normal to Karl-Franz, and he showed it. A hearty smile: "He and I are friends."

"But we are not always friends." Heilberg said bitterly, and Marshal Rick insisted: "Just like the Battle of Hemgart, if you knights come to make friends, we will meet you with wine and flowers. As a gift, if we covet the territory of the empire, we can only face each other with swords and guns."

"That was the mistake of the previous king..." After seeing the emperor's agreement, the green knight lightly said a few more ancient words. The green spirit warhorse emerged from the void, and he turned on the horse: "Dark time In the coming days, we must unite, not only the King of Three Eyes, but soon, there will be an Avenger whose anger will ignite throughout the empire."

"Who?!" The emperor still wanted to ask, the green knight had disappeared in the light and shadow, the spirit warhorse raised its front hooves, and the green bright light disappeared behind a bush with the master's actions.

The breeze gradually stopped, leaving only the leaves all over the ground and the killed strange assassins.

After this disturbance, the emperor and his army no longer had the heart to hunt. The crowd packed up the spoils and battlefield, burned the body of the strange assassin with flames, and assembled the army to prepare to return to Brunswick.

After the hunting kindness was disturbed, both Rickweis and Griffin Great Swordsmen were a little silent. The emperor rode his half-blood elf war horse to the front, Marshal Rick Heilberg and the flag officer Rudd. Vig was riding an imperial warhorse produced by Ivey. Although Ludwig didn't say a word, everyone knew that the powerful grandfather of the sanctuary had fallen into self-blame because the emperor was in danger. Among them, and the emperor was obviously thinking about something.

"So, you will personally attend the enthronement ceremony of Duke Ryan?" Heilberg hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Can I?" Karl Franz asked Heilberg.

"I have no intention of accusing you. My duty is to obey your orders, my majesty." Heilberg said in a deep voice.

"But you still have suggestions?" The emperor heard Heilberg's implication.

"You should not make such a hasty decision. Your Majesty, you are an empire. Your words and deeds represent tens of millions of children of Charlemagne. I have never questioned your excellence and ability. If it were not for you, those of the empire or Elders who are old, cowardly, or arrogant, or have different intentions may have split long ago. You have bravely undertaken this important task. From this point alone, you have done better than your father." Heilberg nodded. , He whispered: "But in terms of country-to-country diplomacy, you seem a little passive. We are an empire."

"Passive?" After hearing Heilberg's somewhat contradictory words, the emperor was a little reluctant. It seems that the decision to appoint Heilberg as Marshal Rick was correct: "The knights are not enemies, Curt."

"But not always friends." Heilberg insisted.

"If you don't know how to betray, you don't understand politics, you don't understand compromise, and you don't understand politics, Kurt, my friend." Karl-Franz sighed softly: "Diplomacy and internal affairs, you can't govern the army. Idea to replace it."

"..." Heilberg said nothing.

"Sometimes, I think, if it was Boris Toddbringer who had won the vote, what would happen to the Empire?" Karl Franz looked at the environment of the Rickwald Forest. Uneasy: "He is experienced, brave and good at fighting, and has a lot of experience in exchanges with other heads of state."

"The result of Todd Blinger becoming the wolf emperor is that we, Rickweis, will be assigned to Arabi or Kislev in a mind." Heilberg said loudly, "He only trusts Urik's white wolf. Knight, your grandfather, when your father comes to you, the accumulation of three generations will be ruined. You may still be able to rely on your family wealth. You Rick leads the Prince and the Grand Duke of Brunswick to enjoy your choice. The emperor lives, but your talents will go to waste, you will see the White Wolf Church prevail, and Charlemagne’s light will become dim."

"But Ryan was able to get the full support of the Ladies Church in the Lake, but I am still making deals with Vicma." After hearing Heilberg's words, the emperor did not comment, but said the second thing: " Sometimes, I feel like a beggar, and like a newspaper seller who comes to sell my own newspaper."

"If there is no faith, what is left in the empire?" Marshal Rick answered this question very seriously: "You know very well, my majesty, the empire's army is not enough to completely wipe out all kinds of threats. Wars have been going on every month. This is not for victory, but for survival."

"Very good." The emperor seemed to have finally figured out some problems. Heilberg only felt that Karl-Franz's face seemed to be a little bit more, and a little bit missing.

"I will let my court buy a generous gift. At that time, I will personally lead Rick Wei and the Royal Braunschweig half-griffon rider to Curona to participate in Ryan's enthronement ceremony. This is an order!"

"Yes!"

…………I don’t have the dividing line between faith and freedom…………

In the intensive preparations for the enthronement ceremony, time passed extremely fast. In just a few months, the season of Bretania came to autumn, and the golden wheat waves on the Curona plain followed the warm autumn wind. Shaking back and forth, the influence of the Marshbad Rebellion on the entire capital has become the past tense. Under Raun’s diligent governance, Kurona has restored its former prosperity.

Now, the entire kingdom is focusing on the upcoming enthronement ceremony. In a few weeks’ time, Duke Lane of Moussilon will be here, under the witness of all the dukes and ancestors, from the old King Richard He took the scepter in his hand and became king.

This year, Ryan is thirty-nine years old, a full fifteen years have passed since he set off from Nord's Winter City.

Ryan and others also led the old guards and their own knights to Kurona today. This old elves’s greatest city in the old world has now become the capital and faith of the Breton Knight Kingdom. , The great wonders of the old world, the Kurona Lion Ring Racecourse and the Holy Grail Champion Knight Cathedral are both built here, telling the ancient history of the Knight Kingdom.

Ryan and others checked into the Royal Hotel in Curona. Originally, he could stay in the Royal Palace of Curona, but Ryan rejected the proposal. In any case, he is not a king now, and he can't wait to show the victor before he ascends the throne. And to enjoy the power of the king, this is not the god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake. Ryan, who has the eight virtues of the knight, should do it. It does not take a few weeks. He is the real king. At this time, he is so anxious, but he seems to be eager. Ugly.

There are many dress rehearsals and preparations for the entire enthronement ceremony. Kurona has been preparing for this for several months. Regent Raun spent a lot of savings in the treasury after he was busy. It is the Royal Knights Tournament for more than a week. This tournament will face the entire human kingdom, and even the wood elves said that they will send people to participate. Ryan has prepared a lot of food and drinks. He promised, whether it is a noble knight or Ordinary serfs are eligible to come to watch the game.

At night, the Ryan family had just eaten dinner. In the big room of the Royal Hotel, Sulia was holding Little Devonhill, telling him the legend of the twelve first holy grail knights and the glory of the spirit of chivalry. , Little Devonshire listened with gusto, waving his lance doll from time to time, imagining that he was a great holy grail knight, riding a horse, destroying evil, and spreading the will of the fairy in the lake to the entire kingdom, in order to protect the house. Country fights.

Ryan smiled and watched his wife talk while holding his son. He was drinking coffee, and Olica approached from behind: "Master, a guest is here, he is looking for something to do with you, let you go out and chat with him."

"Guest? Who?" Ryan put down the coffee cup.

"It's your Majesty Richard, he said he wanted to talk to you."