Warhammer Throne

As the cardinal of the Church of Justice second only to the archbishop and the great chanter, Alfred only took more than a hundred people when he came to participate in the Silvania Holy War this time. The losses in the last battle of the Tharfjord It has not yet recovered, and it is not good for Afu to know that the whole army will be dispatched again. After all, he is the patriarch of the Diocese of West Bretania.

Along the Ivy River, as we gradually approached Sylvania, the number of civilians became less and less, and the number of troops increased. Although Elector Marius was neurotic, his military and internal abilities were both not bad.

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　　 But after all, Marius, like all the nobles, is only responsible for managing and protecting the people of his fief, others? I'm sorry, I can't manage that much, please do it yourself.

In the border area of ​​Steir, Ivy, and Sylvania, there is an area of ​​no matter. This is the Dark Valley. It is also called the Night City by many people. This ghost place is now full of refugees and adventures. Most of the people who came to try their luck were desperadoes, and the security was very poor, but people still flocked.

The reason is simple. The vampire secretly controlled the Night City. Here, any human can sell his blood to the vampire in exchange for money or food. The generosity of the von Kastein family makes the refugees feel the long-lost warmth. This kind of warmth is even warmer than the relief food (porridge) delivered by Karl Franz, or a few copper plates and one or two pieces of black bread for the nobles to work hard all day.

　　 Selling blood is just a few silver coins. Don’t come too easily.

　　What, don't want to sell blood or can sell it if there is no blood? It’s okay. People can also contribute to von Kastein’s career by digging and collecting all kinds of dead bones. Manfred von Kastein is a good man, and the last vampire count encourages these to struggle on the line of hunger. Of humans, go to tombs to dig graves, steal dead bones and corpses, these things allow the undead to quickly form an army.

　　 Within a year or two, scattered tombs and mass graves within two to three hundred kilometers nearby were almost hollowed out.

　　 After the Mujahideen arrived at Tempelhof Castle, Alfred deliberately wanted to know the situation. He took an entourage and went to the Night City in the Dark Valley privately to see the situation.

The approach of the jihadists did not make the night city's fiery end at all. On the contrary, when Alfred stepped into this dark sky and hard to see the sun all year round, an instinctive discomfort quickly attacked. This dedicated cardinal.

　　Dark sky, dark city, dark street, dark people, only the green evil moon glowing with weird green light in the sky, Mosrib has never been so bright.

"Hey! Welcome to the Night City, I’m Jet!" Soon, someone walked up. He looked haggard, his eyes sunken and pale skin, and he saw Alfred appearing in a black robe. , This human being is very excited: "Hey, brother, maybe you need a guide? In Night City, no one loves this city more than I do. I love this city just like I love your mother! I regret so much. Didn't you shoot your thing on the wall? I'm going to beg at the door now? Brother, do you have any wine? A bite?"

"I'm new here and I don't know how to play." Alfred skillfully took out a bottle of inferior barley wine from the bag. It tasted more like horse urine than ale, but this guy obviously couldn't control it. So much, he drank it gruntingly: "Hiccup, this delicious, you are my brother from today, newcomer."

　　 "Isn't I your father?" Ah Fu sneered.

　　 "Oh! Dad!" Jeter's shameless look disgusted Alfred, and he noticed that there were a lot of needles on the guy's arms and arms.

　　 "Well, lead the way, where can I have fun?" Alfred's proficiency is almost inconsistent with the word cardinal.

"Anywhere, Dad!" Jeter said with a wild smile, "Every day, there will be many newcomers like you, but as long as three months, half of them will become corpses, delicious and delicious. And the pretty girl Kislov with big **** and big boobs! But the price is not average."

　　 "Price?" Alfred looked at everything carefully.

"Usually it takes two blood sales to be enough." Jett circulated happily: "But be careful. Generally no one can save the money for two blood sales. Even if they do, they must always pay attention not to be taken away. Everything about you, or a hammer that throws your head away, in this place, there is no law, only the size of a fist. Do you know where the greatest and most legendary names of Sylvania are?"

　　 "In the graveyard~"

　　 was a pun, and Alfred was amused: "This is how your vampire master taught you?"

"Hey, brother, I can tell you that in Sylvania, we don’t eat the empire. Here, no matter where the hero comes from, anyone has a chance to become a real noble. Mainly you can get those midnights The nobles like it."

　　 "Don't call me Dad?"

　　 "It's expired, brother, unless you are willing to buy me another drink."

Alfred wandered a few times in the dim lights, narrow streets, noisy alleys and chaotic markets. The cardinal thought he would encounter countless sins and distortions, but in fact what he saw, It was indeed a large group of refugees crowded together, warming each other, and living by selling blood to vampires and collecting dead bones.

Most of their faces are pale due to excessive blood loss and weakness due to excessive indulgence. After selling blood, they consume wildly, enjoy, and then squander the money before selling blood. The cycle repeats, these people have become as vampires want. Become a "blood slave" and willingly become the blood source of vampires.

Unlike Vlad von Kastein, who pays much attention to the number of living people in the territory in order to provide sufficient blood, Manfred has already made Silvania so that there are no living people. This has been said before. , I will not repeat it here.

Turning out of the night city, Alfred saw with his own eyes how the undead collect the "blood tax" and "bone tax". What makes Alfred most sad is that the refugees are satisfied with this. Compared with the noble lords and bureaucratic tax collectors, the vampires are more gentle. For these midnight nobles, money and food are outside the body. Alfred had to see the Church of Justice in tax collection and smashing bones. Even these midnight nobles are still fierce!

　　 What's more black and humorous is that there are all kinds of publicity at the blood selling scene.

　　"On the days of a family of three,

　　 Then plan carefully,

　　 daughter’s birthday,

　　 will have to live in a decent way!

　　 Mr. Thomas of Ostermark, selling blood to his daughter for her birthday. "

　　 Alfred stuck a thousand words on his chest, the Cardinal sighed, and strode away while Jeter was holding him.

Sylvania has no living people anymore. These words resounded back and forth in Alfred’s heart, and the cardinal couldn’t help praying again: "My lord, they are all your people, please don’t give up they."

　　Walking along the road by the filthy and chaotic river of Esig, Alfred once again doubted this holy war.

　　 He didn't doubt the need to eliminate vampires, nor did he doubt that Sylvania had to be purified.

　　 Alfred is wondering, even if we eliminate the undead and solve the problem of Silvania, can we save and improve the livelihood of the people here?

The church burned everything with a fire, nailed the vampires to the stakes and killed them. After Manfred and his Castine blood were all solved, can Sylvania really be saved? ?

　　 The follow-up must keep up, but neither the church nor the imperial court can do anything about it.

　　 The Cardinal was waiting to leave, and there was a little movement on the banks of the Easier River, which was full of stinky bodies and corpses.

　　 It's not about corpses. The corpses are everywhere. Refugees who fled from the north, objects abandoned by the Night City, sold blood to silly waste, and civilians killed by fights.

Some scavengers were eating, and Alfred didn’t bother to pay attention to them. He was about to return to Tempelhof quickly to join the jihadist army. There was a khaka ground between the withered grass in front of him. sound.

　　 Alfred squeezed his warhammer subconsciously and approached it cautiously. However, when he saw the scene before him, the cardinal's cold hair stood upside down, his whole body shivered, and a deep icy feeling poured straight down from the sky.

　　 A little brown-haired girl is eating a corpse. She looks only two or three years old, with big pure eyes, blinking.

But under the big eyes, her mouth was full of blood stains, and the singles wrapped around her were in tatters, showing an extremely filthy dark green. The little girl screamed, but she took out the internal organs that had begun to decompose from the body. She gulped it down, she didn't even understand anything. Seeing Alfred looking at her, she also showed a big smile, and then pulled out a piece of internal organs, which seemed to be inviting Alfred to share it.

　　Can we really save Silvania? With tears in Alfred's eyes, the cardinal tried to get closer. The little girl smiled happily, clapped her hands vigorously, and then handed a handful of **** internal organs to the cardinal.

　　 Alfred quickly reached out and pushed away.

what happened? Why don't you want to eat? Don't you eat? The little girl blinked in confusion, tilted her head to express her confusion.

　　 The cardinal shivered, Alfred's hands trembled, he gritted his teeth, and the enthusiastic bishop let his tears fall.

　　 Why did it become like this?

　　Humans, chaos, undead, whose responsibility is it? !

　　 Anyway, Manfred! I must kill you!

"Go, come with me." Alfred gritted his teeth, picked up the little girl, and checked her body to make sure that she was in good condition. His black robe was soon stained with blood, and the Cardinal was confused. The puzzled little girl left and returned to the jihadist camp.

　　 A few hours later, Alfred arrived at Templehof.

The jihadist camp is a little messy. After all, this is a religious army, a secular army, mercenaries, and wizards. Alfred hurriedly handed the little girl to a war priest and asked his subordinates to get her something to eat. Clean it up, and then rush to Daying.

The Archbishop of the Church of Justice Vekema-Fortitude is arranging the marching tasks. The reinforcements led by Ivy and Sol are still on the way. Now only about 12,000 people have arrived in Tempelhof. There is a lot of dispute among the coaches about whether to march immediately. , The archbishop and legendary witcher von Corden advocated marching immediately and be caught by the undead first, while the instructor of the Sun Knight Lupio-flame and the light mage Buri Qiaowei believed that we should wait for the army to converge.

Alfred also thinks that we should wait for the army to converge, but he has to admit that it makes sense for Vekema and von Corden to march in a hurry. More than 10,000 people spend a lot of money to eat and drink Lazard every day. There is almost no supply in the vicinity. It’s impossible for the Steiers to provide logistics at all. What can be relied on is Ivy’s food support or even the supplies directly shipped from Rick’s. The logistics line is very long. The jihadists only need to drag it for a day and the logistics will be tense. one day.

　　 At the same time, according to the scout news, the undead army is still gathering slowly. If you march at this time, you might be able to catch Manfred by surprise and take Dunkenhof Castle.

After discussing for three hours to no avail, Vicma signaled to take a break today and the meeting adjourned, and then summoned a group of vampire hunters who were already crazy. These vampire hunters were not formal demon hunters. Many of them were already in dreams. Suffocating Nagash's whispers and approaching madness, but also revealed a fatal news-the undead are planning to resurrect Nagash!

　　 When Alfred came out of the big tent, he saw the distant fire and huge plumes of smoke.

　　 "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the Dark Valley, my Excellency Cardinal, our vanguard has reached the Night City and burned it to ashes. There shouldn't be a place to hide dirt and dirt." A cardinal said casually. Said.

　　 "But, many people there are innocent civilians!" Alfred was surprised.

"They become dogs of the undead, they are no longer civilians, but enemies." As soon as the cardinal's voice fell, Alfred was waiting to say something. He suddenly found that the little girl he had brought back was being taken by several ascetics. Press on a tree stump.

　　 "No! What are you doing?!" Alfred pushed the cardinal away and roared.

　　 It's too late, the chain fell, and the little girl's head exploded, blood and white flowers sprayed everywhere.

　　 Before she died, she looked at Alfred with incomprehension, as if she didn't understand, why do these people treat themselves this way?

　　 "No!" Alfred grabbed his weapon and rushed towards the group of ascetics, and killed the executioner with one hammer: "She is just a child and knows nothing! She knows nothing!"

　　 A **** clash broke out in the camp until Archbishop Vekmar arrived.

"Any filth must be purified immediately! Alfred." After Vekema understood the cause and effect of the matter, the archbishop was criticized in Alfred's hopes: "Do you know you are in the end? What are you doing? Alfred, you idiot, are you trying to protect the vampire?!"

　　 "She's not a vampire, she's just an ordinary human child!" Alfred shouted as everyone stopped.

"Ordinary human children will have their mouths full of blood, and there are human internal organs hidden in their clothes?" The archbishop slapped Alfred's face with a slap, and Vic Ma said, "Wake up! My cardinal! Have you forgotten the teachings of our lord? Have you forgotten our dogma? The filth must be purified, for the sake of King Ryan, don't let me remind you a second time!"

　　 After the archbishop scolded Alfred in front of everyone, a farce ended hurriedly, and Alfred sat down on the ground.

　　 Is something wrong?

　　 We are here to save Sylvania, but why... what we brought to our compatriots was massacre and destruction?

　　 Isn't it... what's wrong?

　　…………I am the dividing line of Manfred biss…………

　　 "The Mujahideen has arrived at Tempelhof."

　　 Dunkenhof Castle, Manfred von Kastein is discussing the next step with Ackhan, the Lich King.

　　 "If the jihadists are assembled, this will be a big threat to us." Akhan said calmly: "We should take the lead."

　　 "No. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Manfred smiled coldly: "Guess who would be the happiest if we attack Sylvania first?"

　　 "Jihadists?" Akhan thoughtfully.

"Yes, they want us to rush out, and we want to leave Sylvania and fight them in the sun." Manfred nodded: "In this way, we can neither use our strength advantage nor complete the trap of the archbishop the plan of."

　　 "Then next..."

　　 "Fortunately, we have an excellent servant who can complete this task." Manfred clapped his hands, and a necromancer walked out of the darkness.

　　 "Hermann Goust, the youngest of the five Templehoff brothers."

　　 "He understands the terrain of Tempelhof, and can complete the task of luring the enemy. All he needs is a decent failure. Vekema must personally lead the jihadist army into Sylvania and follow him."

"you sure?"

　　 "I'm very sure, because I know our archbishop very well, he will definitely make this decision, sure."