Warhammer Throne

"Without your god, you are nothing, my archbishop!"

Manfred slammed Vekmar’s face with a punch, and beat the archbishop blood on the spot, losing the bonus of the god-given power and the power of the two-tailed comet. Vekmar is now just an ordinary A sacred warrior, and without any specialties and his own unique combat skills, is not Manfred's opponent in terms of physical fitness alone, let alone his current state of serious injury.

"Cursed undead, you will never be able to defeat the empires!" Vicma was hit on the wall by this blow. The cell wall of Dunkenhof Castle was smashed in several parts, and several broken bricks fell. The archbishop vomited blood vigorously. He never felt as weak as he is now, and the archbishop continued to curse.

Impossible, this is impossible! Even in the Chaos Wasteland, the power bestowed by God is impossible!

Vicma used his eyes to attack Manfred!

General effect!

Manfred's happiness level has risen!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred was really happy, and the last vampire count clapped his hands.

This is the result of his decades of management. In Sylvania, Manfred has already isolated most of the external passages through a series of magic circles and the power of ancient Nagash’s nine books. The wind of death is dominant, and vampire corruption is prevalent. If any wizard tries to use other magic, it will be suppressed extremely strongly.

Of course, these undead winds are the fruits of Manfred's accumulation of hundreds of years, and they use a little less, which is why Manfred chooses to head-to-head with Vekma instead of fighting each other with magic.

"You have to thank your great alchemist!" Manfred grabbed Vicma's head and smashed it directly at a stone statue. Vicma's head collided with a solid stone statue. The stone statue was broken first. Taking advantage of this hard-won opportunity, Mann’s bald head humiliated Vikmar, his once biggest rival: "If it weren’t for him, maybe You still have a chance, hahaha~"

Gelt’s Faith in the Great Wall defeated the undead with one move, and Manfred had to retreat. Under the empire’s double-headed eagle battle flag, he tasted another defeat. However, Luo Jia’s supreme divine art was also extremely It has greatly overdrawn all the remaining power of faith in the entire Silvania. These already very thin powers have been used to save the jihadists. Naturally, Vekma can no longer feel any power of faith.

"Even if... even if there is no faith, I at least still have..." the archbishop grumbled painfully: "I at least still have myself..."

"Yourself, you are like this, hit me with the head?" Manfred laughed wildly.

In the next second, Vicma rolled over suddenly, and the archbishop's body shot like a cannonball, hitting Man's bald face!

"Uh!" Manfred was dizzy by the hammer. The vampire Count broke his nose on the spot and knocked a tooth away.

"Without faith, I still have this old bone!" Vikma looks more like an old man now than ever. The archbishop let himself fall into the dust, and he looked at Manfred in embarrassment. , Smiled, although his head hurts more, he bleeds in several places, which may make Manfred embarrassed for a while, and Vicma is satisfied.

"Hehehehe~" Manfred thought to himself that the old man was sick, and the Count Vampire wiped the blood from his face and wanted to say something. Arkhan's impatient voice came over: "My Count Vampire, can be quiet A little bit? I'm busy."

"Okay~" Manfred felt that he had had enough. He grabbed Vikmar's scarred body, opened his mouth, and showed his sharp vampire fangs.

"Charlemagne's blood, I got it!"

I don’t know how long Vekma woke up from the chaos. The archbishop found himself being chained to the wall, surrounded by eight prisoners, many of whom he recognized, such as Yan Yang who was captured with him. Cavaliers Captain Lupio-Flame, and Isabella, Archbishop of the Goddess of War church who has been missing for a long time.

Each of the shackles is fixed on a huge black iron chanting stand, and on the nine chanting stands are the nine volumes of Nagash.

These devastating masterpieces were collected together, and the moist air in the room resonated with their almost uncontrollable power. A jagged crown is located in the center of the room. Although the gems on the crown have no light to reflect, they sparkle in the dark.

It is the crown of witchcraft of Nagash! Vicma's eyes widened.

Manfred and Arkhan seemed to be out because of something.

still have a chance! The archbishop's already desperate heart burned with hope.

There is still a chance, if he can regain the crown of witchcraft, escape from Sylvania, and then return to Brunswick, he still has a chance to wash his shame, and then summon a larger jihadist army to come back!

There was another chance, Vekma thought secretly. His eyes were blurred by pain, but he still stared at the monster imprisoning him. Unfortunately, only one beautiful elf girl was awake among the nine captives. She had The radiant blond hair was tangled with blood and filth. Seeing Vikma, the elf girl sighed, "You shouldn't come, my archbishop."

"I must come, Elf!" Vekma subconsciously wanted to refute what the Elf girl said, but the archbishop realized that he seemed not qualified to say such things now, so he quickly said: "Listen, Elf, we must Try to escape!"

The elf girl looked at Vicma with a foolish look.

Vikmar suddenly felt a deep sense of humiliation.

It shouldn't be like this!

Caslan was dead, but what about Esme III? Where is Alfred? And Marius and Gelt?

Where are they and their army?

"I must regroup my troops." Vicma said weakly, and the archbishop recognized who the elf girl was.

Ali Sarah, the eternal little queen, has been arrested for more than a year. Gao Jing even dispatched almost all the legendary heroes and elites to save her, but in the end it fell short.

The archbishop fell into a deeper despair physically and mentally.

At this time, Manfred and Arkhan were discussing the border of Silvania.

With the nine sacrifices in place, Nagash’s resurrection still lacks two vital things.

The Rod of Nagash located in the La-Messenel Abbey, and the Armor of Nagash located under the castle of Heldenheimer, the headquarters of the Knights Templar in Ivy.

The two undead leaders split up, Manfred went to fix the armor of Nagash, and Arkhan went to fix the staff of Nagash.

"But how do we get out?" Manfred looked at the golden Great Wall of Faith in the distance.

"Use this, Lamia's gift." Akhan took out a sealed tube of blood from his body. Even though it was sealed, the blood still boiled, releasing his power: "This is a gift from Nephrata, she Collected with Gul in the battle of Valaya Gate, the blood of the Sun King Ryan."

"Tsk tut! Why didn't such a good thing come out early?" Manfred tutted.

"It's enough to melt your body and soul completely." Akhan sneered: "You will truly become history."

Manfred stopped speaking.

Lane's blood is the key to faith in the Great Wall through Luo Jia.

However, few people noticed that Hal Harris, the vampire baron behind Manfred, saw that Arkhan used Lane's blood, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.

Everything went according to plan.

…………I am the dividing line where I must regroup my troops…………

Everything in the world is collapsing, and the roar of the big horned rat can be faintly heard even in the sleep of the prophets of the lake gods in the Holy Land of Breton.

Devinhill could perceive in a daze that a certain powerful force is rising in the Palace of Fontainebleau. The baron knows that it is the power of his father Ryan, his father is attacking the demigod, and his mother is attacking the peak of the sanctuary. , But the Knight Kingdom still needs time to wait for the return of the king and queen.

The knightly jihadists preparing to save Estalia are slowly gathering, but the dispute between the bureaucrats and the knight nobles has greatly delayed the army's response.

Among the bureaucracies, Vincent, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Talleyrand and Beria, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, were the most opposed.

Devinhill could understand why—the knight nobles wanted to let the court of the kingdom contribute money and help, and then they came to annex the land of Estalia.

But Estalia is big, too big to manage.

What is the area of ​​Estalia?

The total land area of ​​Estalia is equivalent to two-thirds the size of Brittany.

If all these lands were swallowed up by the knights and nobles, it is very likely that the centralized power that the father had so hard to complete would be broken again.

In the palace in spring, the Green Knight is teaching the Devonhill course. The demigod's attitude is extremely strict. He will not miss any chance to beat Devonhill. The poor baron can only be controlled by his own mentor, even The chance to see Sister Twilight has become once a week.

However, Devin Hill felt that this one was the most thoughtful of all the Green Knight rules.

After a few lessons, Devinhill took the initiative to stay: "Tutor, about supporting Estalia, is there a result now?"

The green knight's illusory figure paused for a while, his voice had no emotion, but it became a little slow: "I thought your attention was on the pair of wood elf sisters."

"I need to know more, mentor." Devinhill said with a wry smile, "I am the son of the Sun King."

"Yeah." The Green Knight had a rare feeling of approving: "You didn't blame me for being inhumane, and locked you in the court firmly, preventing you from participating in external affairs?"

"I understand the mentor. Now is the time when the bureaucracy and the knight nobles are playing. At this time, no matter what I say or do, I can be understood or even misinterpreted as standing in line. As the heir, once standing in line, it is easy. Opposing his father." Devinhill grabbed his hair in distress, and the 16-year-old baron said helplessly: "The tutor is also protecting me, but...I can't be ignorant of it."

"Since you want to know that, there is a meeting in the afternoon, so please join in."

"Yes!"

In the afternoon, the bureaucracy, the marshal and the dukes gathered again.

The chief court minister of the cabinet, François stood in front of the big map, and he carefully explained the situation to everyone.

"The latest intelligence shows that the Skavens attacked Estalia from east to west along the Tobalo road. The defenders of these two principalities had been wiped out after only a month. Skaven can approach Magritte at any time."

"Where is Magritte's army?" Bohemond asked casually.

Magritte hurriedly assembled an army of about 20,000 people to support Sossonna, but before arriving, the city fell. The army was attacked by the Skaven during the retreat. Fewer than 8,000 people fled back. Magritte, now the Duke of Magritte Lucio-Sunwatcher and his son Felipe-Sunwatcher are mobilizing.

"Where is the army coming to Ganos? What about the army of Amangula?" asked Mogiana, the lake **** witch.

"A terrible defeat, the Nank has probably never experienced this kind of battle." François reluctantly said: "Their proud army was shaken the moment they saw the Skaven scavenger appear. Then, the ratman's bell rang three times, weapons and equipment were abandoned, and the soldiers routed in panic."

"Huh~ a bunch of rubbish!" said Boderek, Duke of Poldero.

"You must have experienced the power of the Skaven Rat." Beria spoke. This Mrs. Keisler emphasized: "According to the information from the front lines and the news of our allies, the Skaven Rat is here. Long-range artillery and firepower have an overwhelming advantage. There are hundreds of artillery pieces. I don’t think sending our troops to Estalia to die. It’s all in vain. First, concentrate on defending Berleón and Ka Kasong!"

"Yes." Talleyrand sorted out his mid-length hair, and the high-precision lame voice looked harsh: "The road to Magritte is wide open. Everyone, millions of refugees are fleeing. Where is our navy? Marshal Boderek?"

"The Poseidon fleet can't get close to Magritte. The Skaven’s artillery is too powerful. If the ship enters range, it will be set on fire." Boderek also reluctantly said: "Fedmund tried, we don’t Maybe take our precious warship to consume with the Skaven."

"Well, the rat's firepower is terrible." Talleyrand doesn't understand military affairs, so the foreign minister can only spread his hands.

"So, in the next few months, we can only watch the Principalities of Estalia fall apart and fall apart, we just watch?" Karad said to the Regent Raun: "The people are still being blinded. In the dark, can we inform all the people, or at least all the civilians in the south, that Estalia is almost finished?"

"No...at least not now." Laun's expression is very hideous~www.ltnovel.com~The regent of the kingdom shook his head vigorously: "Estalya must insist. If they can't insist on the arrival of our reinforcements, then at least they must. Hold on until we are ready to defend and accept enough refugees."

"Accepting refugees?! Millions of people?" Theodoric, Duke of Berleón, stood up, and he roared directly: "Are you right! Leon Cole, accepting so many refugees, where is the money and food? Resettlement? Who is responsible for things?"

"You must accept the refugees! I will be responsible if something goes wrong!" Beria also stood up, and he and Theodoric looked at each other.

Devinhill, who was sitting behind, was thinking about the cause and effect.

Why is Beria desperately opposed to sending troops before, but now he takes the initiative to take responsibility?

"You, that's enough!" Raun's voice sounded, and the kingdom regent's eyes fixed on Estalia: "These are not important now. The important thing is that we must send a representative, one that can represent our knight kingdom. Fly over the mountains and plains, arrive in Magritte, understand what the situation is, and encourage our old friends to resist."

"Representative, who should I send?" Everyone is still discussing.

"I'll go." Devonhill stood up, and the young baron said calmly to everyone: "No one is more suitable than me. I will go with Nestla and Alohan, their forest dragon And the Falconry troops will help me!"

"I am the son of Lane! No one can represent the kingdom of knights better than me!"

"Then I will be with my Pegasus army." The young Palaon Duke Kazon also stood up.

A few days later, the forest dragon, falcon cavalry and a team of royal Pegasus knights soared in the sky, flying over Estalia.

"Look, my baron!"

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