Warhammer Throne

PS: Let ’s vomit here. In recent chapters, many people like to brush the color stalk, but they do n’t know what the color sin is. The teaching of color sinning is to pursue spiritual stimulation to indulge all thoughts to get enough spiritual enjoyment, and Not many people think that **** is = X desire, this understanding is very superficial, and it seems very boring.

The goddess of the lake selected the champion, the wedding ceremony of Ryan Macado, Earl of Glamorgan, has just passed for two weeks, and the people of the entire kingdom have not been separated from the festive atmosphere of this century wedding. Within two weeks, the next The serfs in the most remote villages of the kingdom, and the palace of the king of knights in Korona, are discussing the marriage of Ryan.

This heat has not passed yet, and an oracle came out from the lake ’s fairy cathedral, which completely shocked the entire Kingdom of Brittany. The holy grail knights were in threes and fives, holding the golden iris flag, and the lake The oracle of the Chinese fairy brought to the mortal.

"Madam oracle, the darkness invades, the northern barbarian eagle looks at the wolf, the vicious and vicious, the eastern green skin wreak havoc, its guilt, the undead spirit corrupts the earth, steals the country, surrounds the four enemies, in order to save all the people from the fire and the enemy In addition, the purpose is to allow the Duke of Brittania to select the brave and pious people and award the title of knight. "

——Mogina the Lake God Witch

The oracles of the fairies in this lake seemed to be hot pots of oil, which completely ignited the entire kingdom. From the serfs and free men to the knights and the big nobles with knights, they caused a huge sensation. Under the night, countless serfs We gathered together and frantically discussed that there was a serf who could promote a knight? This is simply a miracle!

Many serfs wept bitterly. They did n’t expect that the ladies would pay so much attention to these lowly people. They would be willing to allow the lowly themselves to be promoted to the rank of knight. After working, people gathered in the tattered tavern, drinking cheap and sour Barley wine, eating toast, loudly discussing who has the opportunity to be promoted to become a knight master, especially sergeants and rangers. They have become the most professional soldiers and junior officers with the knight master for the longest time. Ye, every day they go around are surrounded by serfs, everyone is asking, how to become a knight? Do I still have a chance?

Facing the oracle of the fairy in the lake, the great nobles of Brittania were uncharacteristically silent, even if some nobles objected, they just made gestures, and more still did not express their opinions. When they heard that there were only three places in a year At this time, many big nobles, especially those conservative princes, only said to Mogianna that maybe one or two a year is more reasonable.

The important reason why the Duke did not oppose fiercely was that the chaotic invasion of the North at the beginning of the year caused heavy losses in the northern part of the Kingdom. Many Principalities even appeared to be unable to fully fill the knights. The serf infantry regiments and sergeants and rangers were also seriously lacking.

Ryan seized this excellent opportunity to let the fairy in the lake throw this oracle, and the nobles would not strongly oppose it, because the clever nobles knew that the oracle was very beneficial to their recruitment and inspiring serfs. Enthusiasm, three places per year does not exist to shake the possibility of aristocracy.

The oracles of the goddess came from the Count of Glamorgan, so the discussion in this place is the most lively.

As time entered the early winter, the Earl's Collar began to be shrouded in ice and snow. This winter came a few days earlier than before, when the sun's rays were shrouded in dark clouds, when winter wheat was covered with snow, when the trees withered, and the bare branches stretched weakly into the sky, when The village fell into depression and silence. When people always wrapped their clothes tightly and curled up by the fire at night, even the serfs would know that winter was here.

Jean towns and the like have more vitality than anywhere else. Even in the winter season, many residents can see many people walking on the streets. The streets are paved with slabs. The pedestrians come and go, but most of them are in a hurry because no one is there. Willing to stay outside in this **** weather for a long time.

There are many small vendors on the street selling, and they are strictly restricted to a little bit in front of the street shops. They are not allowed to occupy the aisles of pedestrians, but these small vendors can always squeeze into the middle of the road treacherously and peddle Once their own commodities passed by patrolling teams and they quickly returned to the "security line", the "fighting method" of the merchants and the guards every day has become a routine in towns, and residents have been surprised.

The largest commodity purchasing and trading center in the town is the "Oliver Chamber of Commerce" located not far from Earl's Castle. Oliver, a merchant from the empire, presides selling a variety of commodities, and there are a lot of merchants coming to this trade every day.

At five in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fell behind the Oracle Mountains. It was the end of the day again, and the fugitive Raymond from the Principality of Leonsay wore a leather suit of low value, especially the outer wrap The comfortable bearskin coat is a person of identity at first glance. The regular halberd soldier of the halberd camp shuttles through the streets alone, and a lot of snowflakes fall on his brown hair.

This fugitive from Lyonnais is now an official soldier of the halberd camp. He has just gone through very hard training today, which is even harder than he had to serve the cavalier master in Lyons.

But the treatment here is also much better, at least the meal is full, at noon he also tasted a bowl of thick corn broth, everyone has a share of the broth, one big bone in each soup, Raymond Nibbled all the meat on the bone, licked it on the surface of the bone, and sucked the bone marrow.

Exhaling a cold breath, the young halberd soldier was holding a few silver coins in his arms. He hesitated for a while and gave up walking towards the downtown, but moved to the less populated area of ​​the town.

Now, the most expensive land in the town of Jean is the city center not far from Earl ’s Castle-Champs Avenue, which is covered with dense buildings, many buildings are rented to merchants and nobles, and there are also many ranger knights. Settled there, the houses there are all made of stone tiles, oak structure, beautiful and strong, is a place where many knights and merchants are rushing, many sergeants also dream of buying a house there.

The farther away from the city center, the newer and simpler the houses. There are still a lot of wooden houses, but it is said that the expansion will continue soon. The town has been expanded twice, but it is still overcrowded, the third expansion There are rumors in the ears, and perhaps construction will begin after the New Year.

After walking through several streets, Raymond found himself in a row of double-decker houses. This kind of street has always been a representative of semi-residential and semi-commercialization. There are few pedestrians on the roadside, and many houses have closed doors. Only the fire in the room and the black smoke from the chimney indicated that people lived here.

If it ’s such a street ... Raymond looked around and found a house with a wooden signboard hanging on the noose in front of the house. A ugly cartoon like a dog and bear was painted on the signboard. Fortunately There are words underneath.

"The Bear Bar".

In the town of Jean, almost every street will have a bar. This bar has three functions as a hotel, a restaurant and a retail store. This bear bar looks unremarkable. There are human voices from time to time in the bar. The door of the shop was half-covered, maybe the shopkeeper was in pain and opened the door to let the cold wind blow in or closed the door to refuse the guests, and finally had to choose such a half-covered way to refuse to welcome him.

Raymond doesn't care. There are beer and grilled meat here, which is enough.

"Boom ~" The door was gently pushed open, and Raymond walked into the bar.

The wood floor is covered with thick straw, candles made of animal fat illuminate the interior of the dim bar, the long bar is a little greasy, at least one waiter is using a rag to scrub the bar table top, behind the bar, A proprietress is pouring wine, and the two rows of cabinets are filled with a variety of wines, from the worst Brittany ale to imperial stout, Keslov vodka, mead and whiskey, from the inferior quality of Winford Wine also occupies a corner-it is well known that Earl Lane ’s wife, Madame Suria, is the daughter-in-law of the Duke of Winford. This Principality is rich in inferior wine in addition to high-quality wine.

It seems that there is no problem in drinking high-quality wines by noble lords and drinking inferior wines by inferior civilians.

Inside the bar, the long bar was filled with drinkers, leaving only one or two places, with two wooden tables beside it, and a lot of people sitting. When Raymond pushed the door open, almost everyone Focused on him, most of them were middle-aged men with black and brown cloaks and sloppy beards.

His bear coat and young look and young face seemed to be incompatible with this bar, but as Raymond firmly believed, this would not prevent him from drinking here.

"It's an Earl's soldier!"

"He is the halberd of our count!"

"I have heard of them. These halberd camp soldiers are heroes. They used to fight against the Chaos God Warriors of the Northern Barbarians in the battle of Leonsay!"

"Good guy! I'll give you a drink!"

The bartenders and drunks in the bar quickly recognized his identity from the badges and military uniforms on Raymond. In the Earl of Glamorgan, the Earl ’s soldiers were always respected and enthusiastic, and every serf craved home. Send out a sergeant or ranger to give the whole family a free citizen status.

This is Raymond's self-confidence, his self-confidence in his identity, and this kind of self-confidence makes him intoxicated, which is the respect he could not feel when he was a serf in Lyonnais.

"Welcome, Mr. Earl's halberd soldier, may I ask what I can do for you?" The proprietress turned her head down to pour wine and was busy counting coins in her jar. When she saw Raymond walking straight towards the bar, the proprietress quickly raised her head , Barely showing a smile.

"Beer." Raymond found a stool in front of the bar and sat down directly.

"Local ale or something else?" The proprietress seemed to be tempting him ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Imperial Dark Beer. "Raymond certainly knows what the local ale is. It's not aggressive. The miserable serf who drank all day long didn't drink it. He didn't drink it. He was an Earl's soldier.

"One cup, one keg?" The proprietress knew that this was a product, and she continued.

"A small barrel." Raymond stared at the beer barrel placed in the cupboard. This beer barrel may store seven or eight liters of beer. He did not know how much water was mixed in it, but it should not be too much- If a bar is too mixed with water, there will not be so many guests.

"Huh huh?" The lady boss looked less than thirty years old, and she was okay. She spread her hands.

Raymond handed a silver coin.

The silver coin disappeared into the boss's sleeve instantly. The lady ordered 20 copper coins to find him, then took out a huge wooden beer glass, received a full glass of dark brown liquid, and placed it in Raymond In front of: "What else do you want? Sir?"

"Let's do this first." Raymond took the beer glass. This huge beer glass is called "a small barrel", which is about 650 milliliters. If it is a "glass" of beer, it is a mug, about one. One hundred fifty to two hundred milliliters.

The dark beer from the empire has a strong aroma, and the surface of the beer is foamy. It is very comfortable to take a bite, at least much stronger than the local sour barley.

In one bite, one third of a large drink was consumed. Raymond was about to say something. The door opened and the wind and snow rolled into the room. Raymond frowned and looked subconsciously at the door.

Wearing a green sergeant's cloak, chain mail and gorgeous robe, a figure with a big bow behind him appeared at the bar entrance.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Bertrand! What wind is blowing you into my shop?"

"Let's have a glass of Imperial dark beer first, Marty."

"Ok."