Warhammer: The beginning is the end of the crisis

Chapter 343 Middenheim's New Life (Subscribe)
The words of Rick leading the election made many nobles who participated in the banquet talk in low voices.

Vlad's crisis is almost hopeless.

The characteristic of constant resurrection made many nobles tremble with fear.

At that time, many pessimistically believed that the empire would fall at the hands of a vampire.

Those mysterious travelers who don't know where they come from, like the light of redemption, rescued Middenheim with powerful means and defeated the terrifying army of vampires and undead.

If those mysterious people simply wanted to become the emperor of the empire, the nobles would definitely raise their hands and feet in agreement.

Nowadays, there are endless civil strife among the major electors, the position of the emperor has been vacant, the empire is fragmented, and there is a decadent atmosphere from top to bottom, unable to resist many threats from the outside world.

It is undoubtedly a very good thing for them to have an emperor with great power.

At least in the face of beastmen, ratmen, and other messy threats, they can be more confident.

The problem is, those guys want too much.

But in a hunting activity, he rescued the former emperor who was almost killed by wild beasts.

"What I said is also true." The nobleman said: "Since we don't resist, why don't we wash our necks and wait to die?"

"Aren't there few unreasonable things that happened in our world? The rise of the Skaven, the Great Vortex, if you are willing to read the ancient history and travel notes of adventurers, you will find many such things. things." Louis II smiled, greasy wrinkles appeared on his fat face, and his whole face looked like a chrysanthemum.

Fisher is convinced that rebuilding Middenheim will usher in a new life.

But obviously, the clothes on his body are not as luxurious as those nobles.

The famous general of the empire, Earl Andrew, inserted a mocking tone into the conversation of the big men.

Those mechanical devices made the rebuilding of Middenheim extraordinarily smooth.

These nobles may not be able to deal with vampire Vlad and those mysterious people, but they are more than enough to deal with him.

"We have to choose a leader, so that we can coordinate the forces and unite us against those enemies."

"Our problem is actually not difficult to solve. As long as we find a powerful enough artifact or seek the help of those high elves hiding overseas, we can easily destroy those mysterious people." Louis II expressed his opinion.

Even this banquet was held to show off his financial power.

Before the nobles had assembled, Louis II was already implementing his plan.

Count Andre looked at Louis II who was seated at the banquet table and asked.

"Those mysterious people in Middenheim are nothing more than using some kind of powerful magic or ancient artifacts. There is nothing impossible in this world. There is nothing invincible."

The shouting silenced the crowd.

"The discussion is meaningless, surrender." Another nobleman said.

When we were about to reach the bar, there was a rumbling sound from the center of town.

He ordered scholars to rummage through the largest library in the empire, looking for clues to those artifacts.

Anger flashed in Cressy's eyes.

In order to protect himself, the former emperor took advantage of the opportunity to promote Crecy as the commander of his imperial army.

"How many days? I heard that it only took half a day for someone to turn Vlad's army into ashes. In front of such a force, our army is as fragile as ants."

Everyone is discussing all kinds of funny things and jokes.

The Elector-Louis II of Nokland has a simple idea, that is to find those mages, or seek those terrible artifacts left over from ancient times, as well as high elves hidden overseas to assist them.

As soon as these words came out, all the nobles discussed in low voices.

The previous emperor passed away, but the current emperor has not been determined for a long time.

He is a man of standing.

"Haha, we really should wait to die, so let's disband." Earl Andre changed his mind. "The people in the territory still have a good opinion of me. When they take away the property, they may leave me and my family's life. Unlike some people, those brutal decrees and punishments, tsk tsk, guess what they will use How many kinds do you put on your body?"

They worked and talked excitedly.

Much bigger than the palace of the former ruling family of Middenheim.

His rudeness to several nobles with long-standing families was an outrage worthy of the gallows.

The sound of knocking and carrying came from both sides of the road.

Groups using the wind of magic can easily summon lives that do not belong to this world, causing dire crises.

After all, it cannot be explained by a coincidence that a ferocious beast was put into the hunting ground like that.

However, those groups generally possess powerful power. If complex rituals are performed and used properly, they can release unimaginable terrifying power and destroy all targets.

They really couldn't figure out what kind of mental state the other party was in to issue the decree.

"That's really a bad thing. Maybe we should wash our necks and let those guys rush into our mansion with their muddy legs, and let them kill us all." Another nobleman taunted sarcastically: " In that case, perhaps those outstanding soldiers will be able to survive.”

Those mysterious people who installed steel on their bodies carried out a comprehensive transformation of the original steam machinery, which greatly improved the efficiency.

In the face of other nobles' doubts, he handled their questions with ease, calmly responded to their questions, and gave an explanation.

Soon, the ancient city will regain its pre-Vlad population.

There are all classes.

"This matter is not that simple. It only took a few days for the people who occupied the Midden Territory to capture Vlad and wipe out his army of vampires and undead. Vlad was once Our confidant’s serious troubles have been easily solved by the other party now, what ability do we have to solve those guys now?”

Cressy holds great power, but this does not prevent the nobles from despising this upstart who has no family inheritance.

Nobles are the cornerstone of the empire, with noble spirit and powerful strength, they are the first line of defense for human survival.

They all want a new life in Middenheim.

Just a mud-legged guy who got drafted into the Praetorian Guard by luck.

The speaker was a Cressy who had been promoted by the deceased previous emperor.

That factory was a monster for Fisher.

His steps are very brisk.

The direction of the matter is under his control.

He hired money-greedy mercenaries from the Adventurer's Guild to deliver letters for him.

The nobles followed the voice and looked at the speaker, with contempt and anger on their faces.

The smile on his face did not disappear because of the exhaustion of this day.

The nobleman blushed from Andre's words, and fear appeared on his face.

"This is indeed a problem. Those people have challenged our traditions and shaken the foundation of the empire. It is very likely that the empire will be broken." Duke Arthur, the Elector of Nun Province, said: " They have to be stopped before they do more damage."

They are all refugees from all over the world to participate in the reconstruction work.

Such things are intolerable to them.

In just one and a half months, the ruined Middenheim took on a new look.

The reason for doing this is simply that Louis II felt that he might be able to use this opportunity to become the emperor of the empire.

He even thought about banning the hereditary rule of the nobles and handing over power to those foolish people who only know how to farm.

"Be careful with your tongue." A rough-looking nobleman roared, putting his hand on his saber: "Be respectful, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Unrecognized mages, serfs who escaped from the nobles, freedmen who could not afford taxes, and businessmen trying to make a fortune.

Even if there is an incumbent emperor on the throne, I am afraid that most of them will win over Crecy.

Avoid being assassinated again in the power struggle.

"They expelled the priests of Sigma and asked us not to trust any false gods, but only the emperor of the empire. This really confuses me. Isn't Sigma the emperor of the empire?"

However, the Empire does not recognize mages as potential corrupters.

"I think Earl Andre is right. We are not opponents at all. Why don't we go back and distribute the family property to those mud legs, and then beg them not to kill themselves!!" The nobleman from another province said loudly, absolutely To hide my joy in watching this debate.

The empire without nobles is like the god of war without weapons, and the god of love and beauty is an ugly monster.

Even now, all the nobles have issued notices, asking businessmen not to come to Middenheim to do business, and to isolate this alien who is trying to destroy the tradition.

"Have you heard, the man on Baimao Street, tsk tsk, his bare butt was chopped off by his lover's husband just like that yesterday. His butt is white and sticky."

He was in charge of Altdorf's Praetorian Guard.

"It's really worrying to hear that those mages who practice witchcraft have obtained permission to establish a college. I heard that those guys often provoke demons."

"Okay, we are here to solve problems, not to quarrel." Sokol, the Elector of Westerland, interrupted their argument.

The emperor also had to deal with the forces of all parties carefully and maintain a balance, otherwise it was not uncommon for the emperor to die suddenly or fall into the water the next day.

The decoration of the bar is not bad, it was opened by a businessman from Nun Province.

The houses of the residents were also rebuilt.

Those dirty political games are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Magic is ubiquitous in this world.

People quickly recovered from the terrorist crisis brought by Vlad and regained their confidence in life.

"I'm telling the truth." Earl Andre stared at the nobleman and said, "We are no match for those guys. We can't even deal with Vlad, so how can we deal with those mysterious people who are countless times stronger than him."

Nowadays, tourists come from all over the world every day, wanting to stay in Middenheim.

In this case, it means that the nobles will lose their power.

However, driven by money, merchants still came from all directions, exchanged various goods for the specialties of Middenland, and sought wealth in the ruins.

A huge factory emitting billowing black smoke appeared before Fisher's eyes.

"Have you heard? The ruler of Middenheim is going to sell some steam machinery in exchange for ore and coal."

"If the information is true, our crusade against Middenheim will undoubtedly take those outstanding soldiers to death."

The only fly in the ointment is that the population is not as large as before.

Louis II has already made relevant preparations.

"Enough is enough, arguing won't change anything."

Vlad and his army of the dead are forgotten.

Fisher, who returned to the city defense system, handed over the patrol work to the successor guards, and planned to go to the Pig's Head Tavern for a drink.

After all, a commander of the Imperial Guard who has no noble background is far more trustworthy than other noble children.

"Arguing really can't solve any problems." The host of the banquet, the Elector Louis II of Reikland, said: "We have to be united, and Earl Andre doesn't have to be so desperate. Of course those mysterious people defeated Vlad, in a way we can't imagine, but in a way that's not incomprehensible."

The guy doesn't come from a great background.

Those mysterious people declared that Midden Land would no longer accept the rule of the nobles, and expelled all the nobles who fled before and wanted to return to the territory later, and those who stayed to fight against the army of vampires and undead gave them a chance to serve.

Wearing an austere gown, rings of exquisite workmanship are worn on the fingers of men.

"What do you mean? Do you know how those mysterious people wiped out the vampires in Middenheim?"

No one has the right to depose Crecy from the command of the Praetorian Guard.

He also used organizations such as the Thieves' Union to collect information for himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend the adults." Cressy said in a low voice, "It's just that a few noble adults are arguing like this, which is of no help to the settlement of the matter."

Steaming machinery is everywhere these days.

The man was thin and stocky, with piercing blue eyes and short blond hair.

Middenheim.

After all the nobles agreed with his proposal, he took advantage of the opportunity to throw out the ultimate goal of the banquet.

"A scholar came to my house yesterday and told me that all the children have to go to school, otherwise the soldiers will knock on the door and send me to jail."

Many streets have been renovated.

But after a while, he still chose to give in.

However, the rule of the nobility has come to an end in Middenland.

Workers are still working.

Those nobles who tried to resist were either expelled or sent to work as coolies.

"This is a good business. The steam machinery of the Empire is useless. The steam machinery of Middenheim is much better than that of the Empire. If you can get it, you will definitely make money."

The conversation between the two businessmen made Fisher look at them more, and then he went to the bartender and asked for a glass of ale.

He drank the cold ale in one gulp, eliminating Fisher's exhaustion from the day.

He ordered another glass, but this time he didn't drink it in a hurry, but listened to the conversation between the two merchants to see what the latest news was.

(End of this chapter)