Warhammer Throne

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Aurora's heart is not good recently.

The sanctuary witch's situation is a bit bad now. After the Winter Veil Feast, she returned to the Garland Council to deploy personnel. As a result, she found that the situation within the Council had changed again.

Now the Garland Council is theoretically composed of four sanctuary witches, namely Speaker Margarita, Elder Kalerona, Elder Veronica and her, and after she returned to the Council, she suddenly discovered that Elder Kalerona actually Also began to oppose her, this time is one to three, Aurora has fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

Of course, as far as Aurora’s sanctuary strength is concerned, she cannot have no place to go. Any human force is willing to treat this sanctuary witch as a distinguished guest, provide funds and mobilize the power of the army, but Aurora This is not what she wants. What she wants is an independent position and a superior position like in the Garland Council. She does not want to be a vassal.

The Elector of Wamir apparently also knew the news that Aurora was excluded. This old satyr took this opportunity to show his courtesy to Aurora. He took the initiative to say that you brought your people to Wolfenburg. I will give If you build a wizard tower, you can also give you a courtier's share, and you can maintain a certain degree of independence.

Oster is very close to Kislev, and Aurora and the Elector of Varmir are also very familiar. If she had not accepted Ryan’s request, maybe she would really consider it. As for being a courtier Aurora is not completely incapable of considering the matter. For the Garland Witch, body is also a bargaining chip in many cases. If all the promises of the Elector of Varmir can be achieved, then it is not to be a chief courtier for him. no.

"Jia Lanhua doesn't believe in tears."

Margarita

But since she has agreed to Ryan’s request to establish the Seventh Army, the Elector of Wamir can ignore it. Her son-in-law is closer than Elector Wamir in terms of personal ability, power, financial resources, and relationship. Much stronger. Ryan is about to become king. There is a better choice. Aurora will naturally not consider Vamir’s suggestion, but the basic courtesy is still necessary. In this way, two people sit on the long leather sofa. , Chatting without a sentence.

"Mother, are you here?" Teresa and Veronica approached one after another, and the sorcerer was holding a wine glass: "Hello, Lord Wamir, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello, Ms. Teresa, Ms. Veronica." The electorate of Wamir opened his eyes when he saw Ryan's two courtiers, and he immediately felt that a certain part of himself was immediately full of vitality.

Ryan, his wife is beautiful, and the two courtiers are so beautiful!

Of course, Vamir thinks about it in his mind at most. This old pervert is not stupid at all. He knows which women can move and which women can’t touch. Wamir smiled politely, facing Teresa and Vero. Nika picked up the glass: "What a delightful banquet? Two ladies, you are so beautiful today. I congratulate Ryan. He is a friend of our empire and a close friend of mine."

"Thank you, Lord Vamil, and I wish you good health." Veronica said deeply, and then she immediately turned to Aurora, who had already drunk a lot of wine: "Ms. Aurora, I'm looking for you everywhere. ."

The elector of Wamir immediately understood. The old guy laughed a few times, picked up the wine glass, and very skillfully began to look for the next goal: "Oh, you guys, I'll go over there to see if there is any fun show."

"Veronica, are you here to laugh at me?" Aurora looked ugly when she saw Veronica, she leaned back on the sofa chair with interest.

"How are you preparing for Ryan's business?" Veronica smiled and pulled Teresa sitting beside Aurora: "It's no good not to concentrate."

"It's not that easy. What we have to do is something from nothing." Aurora said casually: "You can just follow Lion's expedition to Bafeng Mountain. You don't need to know anything else."

"Did you think about it? Moved here from the parliament?" Veronica didn't intend to stop.

"...Does this have anything to do with you?" Aurora said impatiently, "Do your own thing, Veronica, don't bother me."

"Then I will bother you?" As soon as Aurora's voice fell, the lake **** witch Mogiana appeared in front of several witches. The face of the lake fairy's first choice was a little unpleasant: "Aurora- Madam Trovik, I warn you, since you promised Ryan to help him set up a newspaper department, please don’t hook up with the imperial elector across the mountain. It’s not clear, otherwise I have the right to take you on the spot. Down!"

"Mogiana, mother this is just normal communication!" Teresa immediately stood up, and the female warlock seriously explained: "The Elector of Wamir and his mother are old acquaintances, and both parties are just saying hello."

Today's Maugiana is wearing a Breton champagne sparkling silk dress with slits, a golden lake **** corolla, and a gold belt. Her beautiful face has long since disappeared from the tenderness of being with Ryan. She looked very cold, and the Lake God Witch looked at Teresa and Aurora as if I were an idiot. Obviously she had also heard the invitation of the former Elector of Varmir, and Maugiana’s blue eyes were full of expressions. With the anger from the lake god, she whispered to Aurora, "Don't let me find a chance, witch, you don't belong to us at all."

"Hmph!" Aurora also snorted with disdain to Morjana: "You don't belong to us."

Veronica sat with a smile while watching the show eating melons, while Teresa could only cover her face. She actually didn't quite understand why Morgia was so hostile to Aurora.

"Where is Ryan?" Veronica asked casually.

"Ryan is in the garden, talking to Your Excellency Targris and His Majesty Karl Franz." Morgiana had a better attitude towards Veronica: "You want to go there?"

"Why not?" Veronica is indeed a bit boring. The Garland Witch is unaccompanied in the palace. Whether it is a Breton noble or an imperial noble, she can't get in, Suria's side. The assembly of the noble lady was not where she stayed. Teresa was obviously going to stay with Aurora. Veronica whispered a few words in Mogiana's ear when she saw it. Mogiana's eyes lit up and she nodded in agreement.

At the same time, the Crown Prince of Brittany is discussing the next part of the plan with the emperor and the high-precision supreme military division.

"The good news is that, according to the divination and predictions of the White Tower of Hoss, the Eternal God's Selection does not seem to have found the last chaos artifact, the place where the crown of rulership is located." Targris faced Ryan and Carl, using some Said in a worried tone: "The bad news is that he may find the crown of dominance at any time."

"Then your divination is basically no valuable gains." Ryan murmured: "Well, at least for the time being, we don't need to face the chaotic frenzy in the north. I expect to lead the army one month after ascending the throne. On the expedition to Bafeng Mountain, we will spend the Winter Veil Festival at Haimen Pass, and then officially begin the Bafeng Mountain Expedition."

"Do you need help from the Empire?" Karl-Franz is obviously also very interested in the wealth of Bafeng Mountain, but the Empire is not like Bretania. Ryan has spent more than ten years since he came to Brittania. The Northern Warfare has basically eliminated all the internal and external troubles of the entire kingdom. Unlike the Empire, Karl-Franz just asked casually to see if he could get a share of the pie.

"Too many troops are not a good thing for the expedition, the supply pressure is too great." Ryan shook his head: "If there is a need, I will tell you, Carl."

"Okay." The emperor turned to Targris: "Your Excellency Targris, it has been gone for several years. Is there any news from the Phoenix Court? What actions will the War Council do? What can we do for our elf friends ?"

Targris has always been happy and angry, but when he heard the emperor's question, a little helplessness appeared in the dead fish eyes of the Supreme Master: "I don't understand what you are asking, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Empire."

"Just call me Carl. It's private gathering time. Don't have so many red tapes." The emperor said kindly: "Is there any new news from the Phoenix Court of His Majesty Finnuba recently?"

"If you want news that is meaningful or influential to humans, I can tell you nothing." Targris said calmly, "If you want me to tell you, the Phoenix Palace will be in the near future. How many political conspiracies, party conflicts, secret trades, and mutual trials have taken place, then I can spend a month to describe it in detail with you, and there will never be any repetitions."

"Puff~" Ryan laughed when he heard the words. Karl Franz laughed bitterly after listening, and shook his head quickly: "No, since there is no news, it is good news."

The three were silent for a while, and Ryan took the initiative to speak: "Very well, since there are no more newspapers to exchange, then what should we do now, it's only eight o'clock."

"It's eight o'clock, it's time to rest." Karl Franz said a rather cold joke, which he thought was funny, and made a face at Ryan and Targris.

"..." Both Ryan and Targris looked at him sideways. Ryan thought that Carl and Marius would have such a good relationship. Perhaps it was not an accident at all. Both of them are good at making such untimely cold jokes.

The emperor also seemed to find his joke a bit awkward. He raised his head and drank the champagne in the glass: "Well, Boris and the others are playing a chess game in the conference hall. I also brought all my chess pieces this time. Now, maybe we can go to the conference hall to play chess?"

"...Is there anything else?" Both Ryan and Targris seemed uninterested. Ryan was due to his poor level, and Targris felt that this kind of war chess game of humans was too mentally retarded, and the high elves had the same war chess. The game has a military book with a thickness of more than three hundred pages, and eight rules before and after it. It takes at least five years for an elf to go from entry to proficiency.

"...Uh, or maybe we can find a place to have a few more drinks together and play cards? Noor University recently developed a brand new card game, and Emmanuel brought them this time. Upon seeing this, the emperor gave a new proposal: "We can continue to talk, call other people, and chat while playing cards. I have a lot of anecdotes about Brunswick to share."

"I think it's okay." Ryan nodded: "At least it's much more interesting than a war chess game."

"Very well, since everyone agrees, let's go." Karl Franz nodded, and the three were about to leave the garden.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, the pretty Veronica approached with a wine glass, and the witch Garland slowly approached with her silky feet stepping on white fish mouth high heels, and she turned towards Targris. Carl Franz said hello: "Can I say a few words to Ryan?"

"Oh, of course, it sounds so serious!" Karl Franz obviously understood something, and the emperor smiled ambiguously: "Your Excellency Targris, let's go first, Ryan, see you later."

"See you later." Ryan was led by Veronica to the corner of the garden. The two walked to a flower garden. Ryan asked with a smile: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just want to talk to you alone." Veronica lifted her chin. She had a lot of alcohol today, her face was blushing, and she said, "Also, I don't want others to know what we are waiting for. "

"Hmm, what are we going to do waiting?" Ryan understood something faintly.

"Morgiana is waiting for us in the bedroom on the second floor of the palace. She has set up the magic circle. We can go up and do some other, especially happy things." Veronica took two steps forward and moved her forehead. Putting it on Ryan's chin: "How about it, dear, consider it?"

"Wow, dear, are you so direct?" Ryan lowered his head and kissed Veronica's red lips deeply.

Veronica stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the good moment.

For a long time, the lips parted, the Garland Witch panted lightly and said playfully: "My dear, I'm not the shy and reserved witch apprentice anymore. Of course, if you beg me, I'm still willing to act."

"So, do you want to come? You can join His Majesty Carl and His Excellency Targris in half an hour, one hour, one and a half hours later, or two hours?" Veronica tossed at Ryan A wink.

"Or three hours?" Ryan made a decision.

"As you wish, it's up to you, dear."

…………I am the dividing line of your ability…………

At this time, on the outskirts of Curona, a team from Marienburg did not enter the city, but chose to station outside the city.

The Grand Duke of Marienburg, Van der Guber-Schultz, who has controlled the entire Marienburg House of Commons for more than 30 years, only took a few very tall people, and he was unsuspecting in the wilderness. Hang out on top.

Schultz has to face at least ten assassinations every year. Under normal circumstances, he will not be so relaxed about his safety, let alone abandon his guards and the "Side Rangers" pioneer grenade attendants to act alone. It is really unreasonable.

Today is an exceptional day.

With these guys after Schultz, it's impossible for something to happen.

"In other words, when you lurked in Marienburg for five years, you discovered that Marienburg’s actual ruler was an undead named Mondwald-Cruel?" Wearing a dark green full dress with his back behind his back A giant sword, the Dark Angel Gene Primarch Leon-El-Johnson said to Schultz: "Very well, if it were me, this city is no longer necessary."

"Yes, Lord Johnson, Mondwald-The Crueler was once a subordinate of Vlad von Kastein, Earl of Vampire and Elector of Sylvania. After Vlad's defeat, he entered After arriving at Marienburg, I secretly became the underground ruler of Marienburg. After I got the enlightenment of my majesty and was sent to Marienburg, I spent several years entering the House of Commons and trying to understand everything, until I found that the whole house was nearly 30%. All of the councillors are vampires, the blood of Mondwald." Van der Guber-Schultz said to Zhuang Sen in a tone of respect and reverence: "Even with your majesty’s blessing, I spent almost two months It took ten years to clear all the undead out of Marienburg's council, Mondwald was killed by me, and the vampire was completely dead for the time being, for the time being."

"That's really a great event!" The Salamander Gene Primarch, which is more than three meters high, raised his fist, and said loudly in a loud and excited voice: "Schultz, well done!"

"Very good." The lord of mankind, the emperor's face shrouded in miracles and light, looked at Kurona in the distance, and he uttered a word coldly and without feeling.

Just one word made Schultz almost cry. It was worth the hard work of more than 30 years to hear the emperor's holy words.

The emperor and his party entered a farm under the leadership of Schultz. They rudely damaged the walls of the farm and directly entered the granary and corrals inside the farm.

It was late in the autumn night, and the serfs in the farm had already dreamed. Schultz pointed to the harvested grain and said to the emperor: "Lane’s reforms have proven to be effective. Now Kurona has already had many serfs bought by them. My household registration has become a free citizen. Your majesty, several lords, you see, the warehouse is full of food. Obviously, this family is already a free citizen, because it is impossible for serfs to store so much food. We confiscated."

"Well, rather primitive planting methods and all-natural grain ingredients, such a handful of grains will definitely cause looting if they are in Holy Terra." Vulcan grabbed a handful of millet: "Ah, I really want to taste peace." Gran's porridge!"

The emperor also grabbed a handful of barley. He frowned and looked at the full grain grains, as if thinking and reminiscing about something.

At this moment, a little girl’s scream cut through the quiet night sky, and a little girl about five or six years old was standing at the door of the granary. She was wearing a not too thick leather jacket, and she was holding burlap in her hand. The cloth dolls made are a bit torn, but the little girl likes the cloth dolls very much now, holding the cloth dolls tightly in her arms, her face flushed with cold.

Watery eyes looked at these uninvited guests in horror, and screamed: "Female... madam! You thieves! Monsters! What are you doing?!"

"Not good! A few Norsca barbarians have entered our farm!" The little girl saw these tall human figures, and immediately determined that they were marauders from Norsca, and she was about to go to the village. Call someone: "It's not good! The Norskars have entered the village! The barbarians have come to steal our food!"

"Damn it!" Zhuang Sen immediately stretched his hand to the giant sword behind him, and appeared in front of the little girl in the blink of an eye.

"Do not!"

"Johnson!"