Warhammer Throne

"Pogir the Siege is a very powerful mercenary leader, because his unparalleled expertise in siege warfare is called the" siege ", and he was the greatest when he was invaded by the ratmen in the city state. The mercenary. It is said that all cities in Tyril, even the miraculously constructed walls of Miragliano, cannot withstand the siege of the Prince. Pogir is indeed a tactical expert, and most of his battles ended in victory. "

"After three great victories, he made Miragleno the most powerful principality of Tyril. After that his enemies had to succumb to his siege ability to avoid open struggle and shrink behind the walls. He was still a shrewd man Without losing the tyrannical ruler, once the opponent appears, it will not live long. "

"But Prince Pogier's power also attracted all the hostility. He has experienced countless assassinations. All the nobles of Tyril, including many mercenaries in the city of Miraglenno, united against him. In the end, when he entered the bath for a bath, he was assassinated without any defense. "

Halfling, Habi, a legendary peak loitering swordsman followed behind Fuggen, and he introduced the situation.

Halflings are not difficult to hire. After Fugan pulled out enough gold and silver, of course, the halflings Habi chose to join the Legion of Ashes. He agreed to lead a dozen halflings under his command to expedite Ruthia. Get fifteen boxes full of wealth, which is enough for the group of halflings to finish the ticket and go back to their hometown Mute to find a female halfling to get married.

Seeing Fuegen offer the amount of employment, Habibi was surprised that he couldn't say anything. He immediately agreed to accept the employment. The halfling gleefully stated that he would wash his hands and stop working as a mercenary.

A group of people walked on the streets of Miraglenno. The streets here are magnificent, luxurious, atmospheric, simple, simple, gorgeous, but not at all overly crowded. On the contrary, the people here are very away from the war. Having time to think about philosophy and pursuing art, while listening to Habi ’s story, Fuggen also admired the streets and houses along the way, and stopped to listen to the performances of some street artists from time to time.

On the contrary, Ange Lang lacked interest in these things. His eyes casually looked at the streets with different decoration styles. After seeing for a long time, he didn't see anything special, just listening to the introduction of the halfling.

In terms of talent alone, Pogir-Siege may be the best mercenary leader in the southern country. He not only relied on his bravery, wisdom, and spirit of sharing hardships with his mercenaries, but also became Prince Milagleno. It was the defeat of the three principalities in sequence in the three wars, and it completely defeated the large green-skinned waaagh of the southern gray mountains trying to invade Tyril, and split it into three small tribes. They no longer pose a threat to Tyril.

However, when Pogier revealed his ambitions, when he declared that he wanted to be the real King of Tyril, he was met with unanimous opposition and firm opposition. All people united against him, including his subordinates. Mercenary.

Pogill can win every war, he can defeat all the enemies he has passed, but as long as he left the front foot, the places he has conquered at the back foot will immediately raise a counter-flag and fall, no matter how hard Pogill works, The only thing he could control was Milagreno, and what was worse, his mercenaries began to oppose him.

"Normal, we can't hope that mercenaries provide loyalty similar to that of the country. This is unrealistic, and Pogill is not Johnson." Fuggen listened to the halflings, and he calmly analyzed everything: "Unlike the Empire and Brittania, people there have formed a desire and consciousness for unity under the threat and pressure of chaos, undead, green skin, and people there firmly believe that a united country is obviously better than a divided country. To be stronger, Tyril and Estalia did not face this threat. Everyone is used to self-government. Everyone likes self-government and refuses to change, so the pressure to unify is surprisingly large. Pogier obviously Without the ability of Charlemagne or the early cavalier king Arthur, there is also a lack of a war and threatened environment. "

"But why did his mercenaries also oppose him?" Angelo asked towards Fuggen: "According to Habi, Pogir must be a leader in every battle, and he usually shares his hardships with the mercenaries, even for dinner. Stir the spoon in a large pot. "

"Yes, but their relationship is after all." Fugen sneered a few times: "The relationship between the superior and the subordinate is different, Angelang, we can't confuse."

"You know, you know best!" Angelang understood, it was nothing more than the difference between the war commander and the emperor. Each primitive was controlled by the war commander, but the primitives were eligible to become war commanders. On the contrary, the emperor There is only one and his rule is eternal: "So I hate talking to you girly, you always like to say half, stay half, and then take the opportunity to laugh at me!"

Fugan understands Angeland, just as Angeland understands Fuegen. When he sees Angeland shouting like this, Fuegen just smiles and doesn't talk about it any more.

It seems that it was due to the chaos caused by Poghir ’s death, and the entire city was in an extremely disordered state. Just like the situation that Angelang had just encountered, Chaos cultists dare to publicly promote chaos on the streets and spread corruption. There was no one to stop it, and after Fugan shot blatantly and shot the cultist ’s head and caused panic, there was no reaction in the city. The guards who were in charge of defending Milagrino were busy fighting for power and profit, and had no time to ignore the corner of the city what happened.

"So, where is that gold mage?" The barbarian warrior Ingrid followed behind, and asked aloud. The appearance of Angelo made her feel close by nature, and in the imagination of the Noska, Huge, strong, with a pair of axes, a macho appearance, and the space between the hands and feet is collapsed enough to make the female barbarian treat him as an elder, especially Angelang is also amiable (by barbarian standards Speaking).

"Golden Master lives in a manor in the city of Miragleno." The halfling Harpy nodded, he was short but not bulky at all. On the contrary, the halfling walked extremely fast and silently. , His body is the most common ranger costume, including a hat with a kite feather and a quiver, carrying a small short bow on the back, a cloth bag hanging on his chest, and a row of daggers in the cloth bag, his Carrying a short sword on his back, it looked harmless to humans and animals, but everyone who looked down upon him paid a price.

For Fuggen, I noticed a little bit that Habi wore a ring. The ring was golden yellow, engraved with ancient spells, and a mysterious language.

"This is a holy thing for halflings, and my cousin passed it on to me." Habi seemed to see something, and he explained slightly: "That's it."

Fugan just gently forehead, no longer answered.

Don't look at this halfling is very small, it looks quite young, but in fact he is already sixty years old this year, the halfling is adult with the standard of 33 years old, the life span of ordinary halflings is 150 years old About sixty years is a young man.

Along a narrow garden path, a group of people marched towards the place where the gold mage settled in Milagrino. The gold mage and his army temporarily settled in this manor.

When everyone walked into the manor, they were all amazed by the scenery in front of them.

At the sight, there was a sea of ​​flames, and the crackling of the flames and the burning smell in the hot air made Angler frown.

The whole manor was burning, the three-story building was being burned in flames, the elemental spirit wrapped in flames was flying in the air, and there were sharp hissing and roaring back and forth. For pleasure, it seems that the tragic fate of mortals can make them more than happy.

"As always, we are late." Wing Cavalry General Felix faced like a black iron, he whispered: "The only thing waiting for us is destruction, Master Gold is defeated."

"Not necessarily." Fughan signaled everyone's peace, and the head of the Ashen Legion noticed that a group of Arabs were coming out of the burned manor. They were wearing robes and hoods around their heads. Withdraw a bound Tyrell from the manor and press on a stump, ready to start: "According to his will, we will sentence you to death."

"No! No! Don't! I beg you!" The Tyrils screamed, and he kept screaming, struggling: "No! I just, I just want to make a wish!"

"But you lose. As a loser, you will die." The Arabi soldier pulled out the scimitar around his waist, and he raised the scimitar high.

"no no!"

"Wait!" Fuggen led a group of people approaching from a distance. He glanced at the manor that was burning in flames and asked these Arabis: "Why are you killing him?"

"Kill him? What's your fart? You are selling farts in an orphanage ..." The Arabi soldier said impatiently, but after seeing Fuggen's appearance and his divine outfit, this Disdain quickly turned into fear: "Uh ... I mean, it's none of your business! Get away, we are going to be executed!"

"Tell me, Arabies, why do you want to kill him!" Fuggen's face did not change at all, he just stood in front of these Arab soldiers: "Otherwise, I will not leave."

"Save me! Saveme!" The Tyrils screamed, and the mercenary was so scared to tears that his pants were wet.

"Humph, coward!" Angler snorted dismissively.

"Speak! Bequick!" Fuggen continued to take a step forward.

It was a look that made people feel deep into the bone marrow from the depths of their hearts. This look was stabbed like a bright steel knife, stable and accurate, hitting the point, making it impossible to move, unable to avoid, As if controlled by hypnosis, no cover can resist. It penetrated the disguised armor like a bullet, and it cut the glass like a sharp blade.

Several Arabi soldiers immediately felt the danger of their lives, and the headed leader swallowed a bit of saliva. He said with some bravery: "The Lord Gold Master ordered us to kill him. That is the reason. Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, just Please leave quickly, this is not where you should come, Empire! We are going to be executed. "

The golden double-headed eagle on Fuggen's chest caused the Arabies to misunderstand.

"Unsatisfied." Forgen lowered his head. "You just told me a reason. What I want to know is the reason. Why did you kill this Tyrell?"

"Why do you have to know the reason? Will the hunters of your empire tell everyone before he was executed for whatever reason?" The Arabi soldiers were still brave, although the scimitars in their hands were shaking.

"There is no reason." Fuggen continued, his eyes sharpened: "Tell me !!!"

"..." Several Arabi soldiers stepped back. They looked at each other and their expressions began to hesitate.

"Because he didn't really want to cooperate with me." At this time, a hoarse voice came from the burning manor door. A tall man, wearing golden embroidered silk, holding a golden flame machete, and a pumpkin on his head The same gold hat, the man with the gold powder on his face strolled down the steps, the fire element elf twirled around him, and made a cheerful cry. He blinded one eye, and the only remaining eye was indifferent. : "He just wants to be close to the lamp god, he wants to make a wish to the lamp god."

"His wish?" Fuggen turned around.

"That's not important." Master Jin stepped down the step of the fire step by step: "What about you? Do you want to cooperate or want to be like him?"

"Let him go, you have no right to judge him." Fugan looked at the Tyrell who had his head pressed against the stump and shook his head. "This is not the power you should have."

"Then it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Master Jin walked step by step in front of Fugen: "But this is also very easy, we always follow the principle of equivalent exchange ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ You can use your Life, change his life. "

"Or you can ignore this matter, let's talk about it again, what is your motivation for coming to me? Are you looking for cooperation? Or are you also coveting the secret of the lamp god?"

"Giggle ~" The Fire Elemental Elves rolled in the air, bursting with sharp and violent laughter.

"Are you challenging me?" Fugen walked to Master Jin: "What if I am in control?"

"I said, I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you want to control, why not? Your soul is more valuable than this trashy soul." Master Jin shook his scimitar: "You hope to wait until The fire stopped, or is it now? "

Right behind the gold mage, a group of fire elemental elves are emerging from the burning manor.

"What's the difference?" Fugan pulled out his golden power sword glory, and he motioned for the crowd to spread out.

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