Warhammer Throne

A fragile covenant was temporarily signed, after which a huge map of Brittania was paved on the wooden table of the abandoned villa.

Kemler, the undead wizard, stretched out his dirty hands, his hands were like dry leaves, his fingers were slender, and he had long nails, and the nail caps were filled with oily mud. It seems quite disgusting.

On the contrary, Keimler was also ridiculous about Mathieu ’s powdered face, elaborately decorated corners, and ceremonial actions. From the perspective of the Necromancer, only magic and power are the true meaning of everything , Is the ultimate goal, all the rest is unreal.

For strength, Kemler doesn't mind turning to chaos, this is just a way to gain strength.

Allied allies finally stood in front of the map and looked at the current situation.

The situation left for the vampires is already quite crisis. Musilon is like an island in the ocean. From the time of the king, the Britons have created an entire epidemic prevention zone along Musilon. The epidemic prevention zone formed by the city walls may not be able to completely block Musilon ’s undead army on the cursed land, but it is enough for Mashubad ’s army to spend a lot of effort to break through the defense line and let the first time let The entire Knight Kingdom is informed of trends.

Therefore, Mathewad could not easily mobilize Musilon's army of undead, and the main fighting force at the beginning was still dependent on the Kembler's Tomb Corps.

"If I can, I really want to go west and attack Bastogne directly." The Necromancer reached out and touched the Bastogne Castle, not far west of the Blackstone stronghold. On the tall stone hill, Duke of Birchmond and him The Red Dragon family lives here.

"It is not a wise choice to attack Bastogne now." Mathewad shook his head: "The Principality of Bastogne is a very special place, there is a place of prosperity in the country of Brittany, there There are the most holy grail pilgrims and expedition knights, where the false family coat of arms about Arthur can make a real heraldic master dizzy, and the south of Brittania has continued to prosper and prosper over the years , Seeing the fixed tax reform carried out by Count Ryan-Macado, many Dukes have learned to implement reforms in the name of Bichi in the lake. Among them, Bastogne was in full swing with fixed tax reforms. I dare to say If we go south to attack at this time, both the knights and the serfs will surely pick up the guy and fight desperately with us. "

(Bastogne was the land of the first knight king Arthur ’s dragon, and the most important pilgrimage place for the expedition knights. Because of this, this Principality has a large number of forged Arthur family crests, and almost every lord claims his own There are battles and battle remnants left by Arthur in the territory. This is the same as many restaurants in the Tian Dynasty claimed to have visited Kangxi or Qianlong. It is not good and ca n’t be true. You can only tell the truth from yourself.)

"What's wrong? The more dead, the more we can recover the dead and form a new army." After hearing the words of Duke Musilon, the Necromancer was already in mind, but Kemler was willing to try out Mashuba. Virtue, so he pretended to be surprised and said: "This is in line with our plan."

After hearing Keimler's words, Matheward immediately understood that this was Kemler's temptation. As a former Brittany knight and godfather of Arkham, Matheward was very familiar with this country. With his palm, he continued quietly: "Yes, that's right, when you resurrect a certain number of dead, you have to face Ryan and Francois, and the alliance of the dwarf clan, plus Duke of Upper Perchmond and his Brotherhood of the Red Dragon Knights, I think that your grave corps is not enough for this task, I did not detract from you, Lord Keimler, but I still want to say that we have A better choice. "

The alliance of the undead has just been established. Matthew Bard and Keimler still need each other. Matthew Bard also knows that he must get some dry goods, otherwise it will be difficult to gain the trust of Keimler.

"Better choice? We can attack Palaon south, or Montefort north." Keimler strode past Mashupade behind him, and the noisy staff in his hands was chattering. what.

"This country was heavily consumed by the chaos at the beginning of last year, and the northern part of the kingdom was the most serious. Not only did Leonsay fall into internal divisions, but the productivity was also seriously regressed. The new Duke Aldereld in order to destroy the serfs The rebellion has been overwhelmed, and the Principality of Connett and the Principality of Le Angourang are almost impossible to pass through the forest of Arden. "Mathhubad ’s fingers moved along the gray mountains:" So, we have two ideal offensive targets . "

"Montfort, or Giselle Oaks." Keimler's deep gaze moved along the gray mountains, he whispered: "But if you fight like this, you are sure that you will not attract Bastogne's reinforcements?"

"As long as it's fast enough, no." Matheward pointed to the borderline between Giselle Oaks and Montfort and Bastogne, and his mouth curled up: "Historically, between the three principalities The relationship is very poor. Both the Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Giselle Oaks covet the vast plains of Bastogne, so although there is no large-scale battle between the two sides, the sporadic conflict between the baron and the viscounts on both sides never stops We are moving fast enough, and the pride and arrogance of the knights are destined for them to reinforce each other. "

"Very good." Keimler expressed satisfaction with Mathewbad's plan, and the Necromancer raised his head, facing Matheward's eyes.

He saw a black knight with hatred and resentment. Kemler liked this ally.

In the eyes of Mathewbad, he saw an undead wizard with strong hatred and greed.

"So ... what's your decision?" Matheward signaled to Keimler that it was time to make a decision.

"I agree with your decision to go north to south. We will grab the advanced attack and hit Brittania by surprise." Kemler smiled, his old, shrivelled laughter resounded through the entire deserted villa, the Necromancer First a few steps, then immediately turned around, he pointed at Mathewbad behind him: "You gave me a good suggestion, the godson of the Lich King."

"Then we can prepare to attack Giselle Oaks ..." Mathewbad said subconsciously.

"Gissole Oaks? No, we are not attacking Gissole Oaks!" Keimler rudely refuted Mashoubad's suggestion: "Me and my graveyard will not attack there for the time being."

"?????" Matheward frowned slightly. He had given two locations. The Principality of Montfort was not a good target. The Principality had almost no farmland, and its income depended on grazing and tariffs, and gray. Mine shafts in the mountains. In this case, almost every lord in the Principality of Montfort built a strong castle along the gray mountains to monitor the roads and control the pastures: "Can you tell me the reason?"

"The reason is ... I'm the one who decides where to fight!" Keimler walked in front of Mathewbad, his wrinkled face under the wizard's hat stared at Duke Musilon, who was not so good-looking: "Learn to adapt Your role, Akhan ’s godson, your task is to assist me, not to order me to do well ”

"... Of course, since you decided so, then do it." Matheward's face was uncertain, he finally nodded his head and agreed: "Me and my army will assist you, no matter where you plan to attack, I Will go all out. "

"You'd better be like this." The Necromancer stared at Duke Musilon for a while, and after confirming that he had no other ideas, he looked away: "Very well, now let's go back and prepare for the war, my grave corps. It will bring disaster to the world, starting from the Principality of Montfort. "

"In this case, then I will retire first, Your Excellency Keimler, when you are ready, I will lead my army to send troops from Musilon to support you." Mathewbad put his posture very low, he was full Politely bow gently: "Don't forget our agreement."

"Well." Kemler squeezed his noisy skull wand, and the crow of the wand pointed a few times, surrounded by strong undead magic, and dissipated in a mist full of death and body odor. in.

"So arrogant and rude." A vampire lord behind Matthew Bard came up, his voice full of anger: "Undead wizards who don't even have a knighthood, have been wandering in the gray mountains for years like a dog That ’s all so arrogant, I think we must teach him some lessons, my Duke. "

"The lesson is to be given, but it is not now." Mathewbad was very suffocated. After many failures, the young man grew up quickly, his blue eyes filled with strange smiles: " Now, Kemler and I are still allies who are advancing and retreating for the time being. We need each other. We are now compatriots, brothers and sisters, comrades-in-arms. No matter how bad we are, we are allies of all things. My relationship with him is a combination of both benefits, and two points of harm. "

"Your will is the yardstick of my action, my prince." The vampire lord is called Hal Harris. If Ryan is here, he will immediately find out that he is Ryan's pseudonymous Marinburg businessman Gabe Newell in Mu Xilong's joint man, after Akhan left, Mu Xilong's vampires loyal to Mashubad.

The vampires are twenty-five cubs. The loyalty of these people is not known by Mathewbad, but certainly not much.

Thinking a little bit, Matheward continued: "Since Kemler decided to attack Montfort, then we only need to cooperate fully and prepare to go back and call the army."

"Really cooperate? My Duke? That Kemler is so arrogant, he will be our enemy in the future!" The vampire lord is a little reluctant, it said sharply: "We should guard him one step, at least, not Let him win so easily. "

"No, this time we must help Kemler with all our strength. Even if it is not good, we must help him." Matheward once again rejected Harris's proposal, and he frowned. "Now Musilon has become a In the isolated city, we must rely on the Tomb Corps to open up the situation for us. Every victory of Keimler will make the knight and the Bi Chi in the lake look away from Mu Xilong. This is exactly what we need. Under this premise, we must help him with all our strength ... at least for now. "

"Do I need to contact the Lich King?" Harris continued to ask.

"No." Mathhubad bowed his head to think about the problem. The Lich King Akhan is currently looking for the trail of the witchcraft crown in the evil south and the border princes, and Manfred is leading a large undead. The Legion attacked the Skavin Modu, and the Sword of Nagash was inside the Skavin Modu.

"Prepare the plan." Matheward no longer thought much, he signaled that his men were ready to leave.

…………

In the autumn season, the old world, Brittania, the Count of Glamorgan.

Ryan is riding his own blood elf warhorse grapes to inspect his territory. His army is temporarily disbanded except for dwarves and knights. The soldiers are busy returning home to the autumn harvest. This year is another good harvest. Golden food The barn was filled with smiles on everyone's face, and groups of children were playing and frolicking in the countryside.

The serfs used trolleys or burdens to transport food. First, the Lake God prophets under Mogina collected a tithe, and then the tax officials of Laine collected a fixed tax. After the two taxes were paid, the rest of the food belonged to the serf Yourself.

In the territory, the carriage industry started, and some serfs began to change their face and turned into carriage drivers, shouting business. Ryan even saw that some serfs had begun to hire people to help them harvest food. The village was gradually forming a market, and some merchants transported carriages. Along the village, selling fruits and meat, and lamp oil, some dwarves of the Angerand clan also joined their ranks, selling farm tools and daily necessities.

There are more and more windmills and waterwheels in the territory. Some Ryan artisans have no time to build waterwheels. The serfs even joined together to hire dwarves to help them build the waterwheel first. Some serfs who have learned skills choose to move in. In the city, relying on their own skills and craftsmanship to eat, or to open a store in the city, working for the knight master or businessman, they gradually gain wealth and higher social status through their hard work.

An emerging class is sprouting. They are collectively called free people. They represent the aggressive collectives among the serfs who are eager to change their destiny. These people are gradually becoming the glue that fills the insurmountable gap between the serfs and the nobles.

The oracles of the fairies in the lake brought great hope to this emerging class. Every aggressive serf realized that to become a freeman or even a knight lord, he had to go to the battlefield to make war achievements, so they were Buying a complete set of soldier equipment and purchasing weapons to wait for the call, and never returning to the country to work hard, there is no farmland in the town, but there are opportunities.

"It's a prosperous rural scene. In the past few years, the number of free people has risen from a few hundred at the beginning to two thousand now." Ryan looked at the hot harvest scene and the smiles on the serfs' faces. Suria, who was next to her, said: "There will be more in the future, so if this continues, my army will gradually be out of production."

"Pharmacist, armorsmith, bowmaker, winemaker, scribe, carpenter, cartographer, gemstone cutter, musketeer, herbalist, street vendor, boatmaker, blacksmith, stonemason, tailor and weapon artisan ~ www. ltnovel.com ~ In your realm, I can see almost all types of craftsmen in the whole old world. "Surya raised her chin, and the countess threw a wink at Ryan, and said charmingly," Ryan ~ " You still do well, without wasting my trust ~ "

After talking, the knight stretched out her small hands and covered her mouth and snickered softly: "Interesting ~ It's really interesting. Now the Duke of the whole country is secretly learning your reforms. You are injecting a fresh blood and bringing to this country. Fresh, well done. "

"?????" Ryan felt very strange in his heart, he asked tentatively: "Sulia? What's the matter with you? It's not like you."

"Oh? Why doesn't it look like me? Isn't I your wife?" The knight smiled unceasingly. She rode a pure-blood elf and Marecht close to Ryan and said in his ear: "Still, Do you like me to be more serious? "

"You ..." Lane's face slowly turned black: "You are not Surya!"

"Hehehehe ~ I was found, this is a reward for you ~" The knight patted her full breast with great interest, making it bouncing for a while, she kissed gently on Ryan's face : "This is a deposit, and so on, and we will wait until we reach my tower."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Ryan keenly realized the problem.

"The situation has changed, my champion." "Sulya" 's face also became serious: "Go to my tower, let's talk in detail."

"it is good."