Warhammer Throne

On the top of the mountain late at night, the mountain breeze roared, and the endless galaxy gleamed in the sky. Raun gushed his wine, snorted gracefully, and stroked his horse: "Han Deere, are you full? "

The elf warhorse nodded heavily, also licking the bottom of the bowl with unprecedented snorting, and snorted towards Ryan.

"It's praising you for making the soup delicious ~ Hahaha ~" Raun carefully helped his horse to wash its mane and laughed: "There are very few things that can get Handir's praise, right , What about your warhorse? "

"Ride to the companions, so that they can escape to life." Ryan looked at the large number of gaps and breakages in his chain armor, thinking that this armor might be difficult to repair, he needed a new pair of armor.

"Warhorse is half of a knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Ron immediately realized how dangerous the crisis that humanity was facing was.

"Is this a knight's vow? Defend the country, defend the territory, defend the loved ones." Ryan was not very good to say that because he lingered the military record of the stationed army, he didn't find the outside situation, so he changed his tone.

"Exactly ... it is very difficult for the knights now to have this kind of consciousness. In their view, the teaching of the lady is not as important as their life and future. The knight virtue of the past has become the shackles that restrain them from accumulating wealth and superiority." Instead, Ron was drawn away by Ryan. He considered it, and said: "Do you know the battle of Marienburg that broke out a few months ago? The war between the Empire and Brittania?"

"Know a little, I heard ... Finally, you have peace talks with the empire?" Lane thought for a moment, thinking that since Raun took the initiative to talk about this, then he just asked for something.

"Peace talk? Cut, it's a peace talk, it looks beautiful, but do you know? The truth is that Brittania lost." Lawn shook his head, and he couldn't help but a little contempt came out of his face: "Failed from beginning to end The war failed at the beginning, the process failed, and the result also failed. If it was not for the emperor to leave some face on us, I do n’t know if Richard could hold the throne. "

"Yes, can you elaborate?" Ryan was curious.

The person in front of him is the great nobleman of Brittania, and is one of the three most prominent families in his life. The blood of these three families can be traced back to the founding king Arthur.

The three big families are "Leopard Lion", "Red Fire Dragon" and "Pure Day Horse". Most of the cavalier kings are from these three big families.

Is far away, let's listen to what the big noble said in front of me.

"After receiving the invitation from Grand Duke Schultz of Marienburg, our cavalier king" Tiger "Richard was stunned by the temptation of the five-car gold coins and decided to lead the army out, and there were a lot of wanderings. Knights and rangers ... and the infantry regiments and archers formed by the tenant farmers. "Lawn shook his head and looked into the distance:" In addition, the major dukes have rarely responded or even refused to respond. "

Then Ron said "Hey": "Did you know? Lord Antrie actually sent an army of four rangers and fourteen sergeants and more than fifty farmers to answer the call, not even a knight. "

"Hah, that's for sure. There is frequent trade between Lord Duke Winford and the Empire and Mariinburg. He is definitely not willing to stalemate the relationship with the Empire." Ryan immediately heard the voice of the mission knight: " And it ’s quite obvious that no knight is sent. "

"So, there was no need to fight this war. The real knights didn't come. What do the young men full of blood and merits know? They really thought that the opposite imperial army was the same as the serf uprising they usually suppressed?" Lawn did n’t seem to hear anything in the White Wolf Knight ’s words. He spread his hands: “As you know, the Empire and Brittania, which were originally confrontation, rushed into the Imperial Army because of a group of young people who were eager to make contributions. The battle has really started. "

Ryan nodded thoughtfully. He knew that Raun saw the core reason for sending troops in the Knights Kingdom: This troop was supposed to be a military deterrent, but for some reason, the battle was inexplicably, it was a harming end. This is called the beginning. failure.

"The front and rear troops were severely disconnected. When the knights rushed to the Imperial Pike Corps, the longbow team in the back had not even entered the range. There were not enough knights to command. What did the serf infantry regiments know? The regiment was in a mess. "Laun sighed:" Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, His Majesty the Empire Emperor Karl Franz had captured this once-in-a-lifetime fighter, and he personally led the Rick Guard Charged towards the chaotic Bretonian formation, after two rounds, the serfs were completely defeated. "

Ryan understood that this was called a process failure. Most of the knights rushed into the imperial formation. The halberd formation that faced the strict formation must not take advantage of it. Following this, then at this time, Richard, as the cavalier king, left at most a part to follow the knights and guards. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was completely irreversible.

"As for the subsequent peace ..."

It was when the two knights with the same name as the lions had a good time.

The capital of the Empire, Braunschweig.

The magnificent palace is surrounded by towering statues. The statue of Emperor Charlemagne and the twelve Carolingian knights stand around the palace. The statue of Charlemagne holds a sword in one hand and a book in another. Look ahead.

Every 50-meter-high palace gate is engraved with ancient historical frescoes, from the beginning of Charlemagne ’s war, to the “War of the Beards” that laid the human dwarf covenant, to the elimination of the green fire ’s black fire pass. The battle, and then the battle of the Rick River where he defeated the necromancer Nagash, and finally the wall of the first chaotic invasion, Charlieman waved the holy sword, and the scene of a showdown with "Unifier" Moka.

The emperor of the human empire, Karl Franz-Friedrich is writing in his study.

"Brittania certainly failed in the Battle of Mariinburgh, but that's because the main force hasn't come out. In any case, we are all fellow human beings, and I don't want our knight friends to turn against us-just the possibility I do n’t want it. ”The emperor wrote in his book with a quill pen and parchment paper:“ The empire is too big, there are too few friends, and the enemy is on all sides. In this case, the empire must unite as few rare allies as possible The strength of the Knights is necessary. "

"The electors fooled me into the throne at a young age and embarrassed me many times in the Parliament, hoping that I would be able to delegate power, but after the victory of the blood pine forest and the rebellion everywhere, this victory in the face of the Knight Kingdom finally let me Temporarily gained their trust. "

Karl-Franz was writing, and a notification sound came from outside, and a close attendant stepped closer: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich has arrived."

"Invite him to come in." The emperor raised his head, he was not young, he looked in his thirties, his voice was thick and powerful, his body was astonishing, his appearance was handsome, he was full of vitality, his eyes were bright, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning.

"Yes!"

After a while, all the armed empire Heinrich-French came to the emperor's study and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, the electors have arrived at the Imperial Parliament."

Hearing the words "Election Emperor", the emperor's fingers shook slightly.

"Well, I know, I will pass now." The emperor got up and looked at the ray of light that penetrated the room through the multicolored glazed windows. He sighed: "The war never stopped, the past will not, the present will not, the future ... the future ... Who knows? "

"Right, have you notified the Magic Guild?" The emperor suddenly asked about this as he walked through the long corridor and his leather boots stepped on the soft carpet.

The Magic Guild is not a magic church. The Magic Guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Royal Wizard College, directly under the Imperial Emperor. The leader of the Magic Guild is the Imperial Chief Wizard, and the current chief wizard is Senus-German. A great wizard of the fire department has unfathomable strength. Many people say that he has advanced into the sanctuary, but no one dares to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, Lord German is already on the way to the palace." The attendant replied.

"Galter also called, I will see him after the meeting." The emperor added.

"Understood." A servant walked away quickly.

The Imperial Parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not very large. The house inside the Imperial Palace occupies a smaller area than expected, just an independent large courtyard and a three-story mansion. Gang, ten steps and one whistle, gold body and gold armor, and the guards with hammer swords watched for any possible wind and grass.

Karl Franz motioned for his guard to retreat and gently pushed open the door. All the Imperial Electors were already seated, even the Brescia Electors-a boy who was a teenager and he was not even a man Looking around rigidly, there are not many people in the parliament hall. There is only one courtier behind each electorate. The hall is not narrow. Many electors are still enjoying drinks and snacks.

However, this atmosphere makes people feel suffocated.

The kingdom of the human empire has been inherited to this day. Only the blood of only four of the twelve Caroling knights at the beginning of Charlemagne's founding is still present. The remaining electors are all military aristocrats who were divided after Ludwig. Every electorate is a powerful warrior, a powerful man on the side of the Megatron. Their terrible momentum squeezes this hall tightly. The attendants and maidens who come in to send snacks are often scared and pale. Throw away and hurried away.

In addition, the Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Volkma-Beckman, is closing his eyes and raising the gods. The Archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing with the elector of Walrich the Houmanfred about further improvement of the grain, while the Magic Church ’s The archbishop looked at his gemstone ring, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing the emperor pushing the door, all the electors stood up and signaled, and Karl Franz signaled everyone to sit down: "Gentlemen, there are two things that need to be discussed with you today.

"Your Majesty, please speak straight." The spokesman of the empire Aldolf "horn of victory" Roland-Otto-Feichenbach, his daughter Helena is the wife of the emperor, the age of this electorate does not seem to be Big, but the insider knows that he is almost one hundred years old. As the direct descendants of the former twelve Caroling knights and the emperor ’s father-in-law, he has reason to ask.

"The first thing is very simple, this is a letter from the high elf Phoenix King Tyrion." The emperor went to the throne and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.

"What's in the letter with long ears?" Opening is the Imperial Tuscan Elector "Urgent Lion" Umberto Corleone, the brown-haired, bearded Elector He is more than two hundred and seventy years old. He was the only legendary human hero since the great jihad. He is still the legendary human hero of the electorate. He is the strongest in the Holy Land. When Ludwig started his army, he was the first The responding nobleman, not only handed over all the military power, but also went to the battlefield himself. He killed two demon princes by himself in the battle of Fassa.

"The messenger from Osuan brought greetings from the King of Phoenix, and at the same time, he made a small 'request'." The emperor's face with unstoppable sarcasm, he handed the letter to the attendant, The attendant delivered the letter to Umberto.

"Humph!" After only a few glances, Umberto slapped the table fiercely: "It's too deceiving! What do these pointed ears want ?! They want to get the right to vote!"

Wow! The entire parliament hall was like a hot pan boiling oil, and a huge noise erupted.

"Never be allowed! Human affairs should be resolved within humans!"

"There has never been a precedent of foreigners interfering in the internal affairs of the human empire! I disagree!"

"Impossible!"

"The emperor of the human empire should be chosen by humans!"

The electors and princes were very excited ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ screamed that there was no reason for the high elves to participate in the affairs of the empire.

Karl Franz once again motioned to everyone to be quiet: "So gentlemen, after ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal will be passed."

Then, the emperor sat in his place, watching the heated discussions of the candidates with cold eyes, but except for the Archbishop of the Magic Church who said nothing, almost everyone said that it was impossible to accept such excessive demands.

Karl Franz thought the candidates would not be able to agree to this humiliating ordinance rule as long as their brains are normal, even if Tyrion behind the letter can promise that if the proposal is passed, the high elves are willing to share more magic and technology No way.

Is Brescia's Elector or a child, how would he think? The emperor noticed that Brescia was whispering with the courtier behind him.

"How do I do it?" The child's name was Jani Bernardino, and he asked his courtier carefully.

"You should vote veto, my lord."

Ten minutes later, the emperor signaled to start voting.

Fourteen votes against and one abstention.

Abstained was the Archbishop of the Magic Church. The emperor was not surprised by this. The Magic Church hoped to learn more mysteries of magic from the high elves and could abstain from voting. It was already a concession of the Magic Church.

"Well, then this matter was rejected by the Imperial Parliament." Karl Franz nodded, and the result did not surprise him at all: "So, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "The storm stronghold was defeated by the northern barbarians, and none of the two thousand defenders survived! About four thousand barbarian troops stormed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord asked us for help!"