Warhammer Throne

"Times have changed, sir."

When the gun workshop in Lane's territory was finally completed, the count held a long tube of firecracker produced in the workshop, stroking the dark barrel and wooden buttstock. Lane sighed: "The age of firearms It is imperative that we need to form a new force. The firearm is a weapon against the beastmen and the green skin. "

His big housekeeper Kasenberg, tax directors Gaspardon and Devon Baron Hecks, Ugole bow cavalry captain Mikoyan-Ivanovich-Govorov and sorceress Theresa Stand beside him.

The Dwarf Gun Workshop has been completely built, and Ryan is holding the most standard long-tube gun.

The method of this kind of gun is very simple. It is composed of an ignition device, a lead, a barrel, and a butt. The long tube is powerful, easy to use, simple, rough and effective.

This will be the standard equipment for Ryan to build a musket team in the future.

"My Count, are you planning to form a musket team?" Baron Heck of Devon was wearing a kite helmet, and the scars on his face looked daunting.

"Why not?" Ryan skillfully manipulated the long tube of firebrow, cleaning, reloading, igniting, and then pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" The long-tube firecracker shot a lead shot and hit the mound three meters from the target.

"Pooh ~" The magician Nijun couldn't help but smiled covering her mouth.

Ryan ’s old face was a little red, and he pretended that nothing had happened, but he changed the subject unnaturally: “You know, I ’m not very good at using this ... Ivan, are all the pensions in place?”

"It's all sent out, my count." The big captain Ugol said loudly, "Thanks for the generosity of the count."

"You fight, we pay money, this is just a business, you help me fight the enemy, I pay enough compensation and pensions, it's fair." Lane shifted the topic: "Yes, I heard that you Keith Loew is fully equipped with firearms? "

"Yes, in order to equip our army with firearms, the Tsars almost went bankrupt." After hearing this, Ivan smiled bitterly: "In order to import firearms from the empire and recruit engineers, the last Tsar His Majesty almost emptied the entire treasury. The family has also paid a very heavy price, but the Kirslev army in the south has indeed been equipped with firearms on a large scale. The firearms are extremely lethal to green skin and chaotic evils, at least much more powerful than bows and arrows. In exchange, Until now, the royal family still owes a huge sum of money to the imperial royal family, and it will take more than eighty years to pay off. "

"Look, since Mrs. Kessler has chosen to empty every gold coin in the treasury, why can't we build a musket team?" Lane said with a musket in his hand and smiled.

Hux had been studying at Imperial College for a while. The new baron knew the power of firearms. When he saw Ryan ’s determination, he nodded dumbly: "Of course I know how powerful gunpowder is, Earl, but I am worried. You will be seriously opposed to doing so. "

"There has never been such a precedent, Earl." The big housekeeper Kasenberg also made an objection: "Give the firearm to the serf to use? This is crazy."

Some people objected that in the expectation of Lane, the Earl himself signaled that everyone came outside the gun workshop. He played with the long tube of fire in his hand. Lane's face was very determined. He said to Kasenberg: "But I think , Now is the best time. "

"The best time?" Kasenberg said doubtfully.

Lane explained his thoughts to the crowd.

At the beginning, Ryan had no conditions to spend thousands of kronor to establish a gun workshop. The production cost of a musket would be eight krona, then a rifle team with a hundred muskets would cost about 1,000 kronor (not in production) Probably all finished products), plus the trained ammunition and considering the bombing and scrapping, he must prepare at least 1,300 gold kronor.

Afterwards, as Kasenberg feared, due to the rebellion of the northern serfs, it was difficult for the nobles to hand this weapon into the hands of the serfs, if Ryan dared to risk the formation of serfs under the circumstances of the serf rebellion Musketeers, he will face the condemnation of the great nobles of the whole kingdom.

That is not the right time.

But after the siege of Monteverre, the battle of the Blackstone stronghold, and the battle of La Maisonnel Abbey, Lane believed that the time had come to form a musket team.

After several wars, at least the knights in the southern part of the kingdom have fully realized the power of firearms. The heads of the knights are not really stupid. After they have witnessed them, the voice of opposition is bound to be much smaller, at least not because of the opposition. Against.

As for the opposition to Richard, the knight king who is the fiercest of Lion, Volcard, Duke of Montfort, and Casfane, Duke of Palaon, have also lost their positions of opposition. Richard has delegated the military and political power to Duke Connet. Well, after Ryan and Francois formed a knightly army to solve the Keimler threat once and for all, if Richard came out to oppose it, it is very likely that all the Dukes affected by Keimler will collectively fight back.

Ryan saved Vrcard's life and cooperated with him on the trading post. He had no objection, and he also hired a lot of imperial free militia to protect his castle.

Kasfan must also thank Ryan for his contribution. If it were not for him to block Kemler, the Principality of Palaon might also have to face the blade of the Legion of the Undead.

"I didn't intend to hand this weapon to the serfs." Ryan clasped the barrel in his hands. He continued: "I plan to order recruits from all the families of freemen to form a freelance musket team."

Kasenberg was relieved that the freemen were the ones who showed loyalty in the war before they were promoted. The firearms were more reassuring to them than the serfs. The butler thought about it and continued: "If so The resistance we will face will be much smaller, but it means a lot of extra expenses. Earl, the formation of a new standing army is a big expense. "

"It's worth the money." Of course Ryan knew the power of firearms, whether a musket or a crossbow is good. This was a topic that the dwarves spent two thousand years arguing about. , But there must be.

"In addition to this standard long barrel fire gun, the gunnery workshop can also produce standard dwarf hand guns, dwarf shotguns with a slow rate of fire, and the best continuous shot guns, which are used by imperial pioneers. The kind of hand that can fire several rounds of bullets, "Ryan then introduced:" Especially the best quality dwarf Seiko rune four-round hand gun, with mercury bullets, Brother Angelang used it and said well! "

"Oh! That must be a big killer, Ryan, I think I need one ~" After the warlock Theresa's eyes brightened, she said to Ryan's ear, "Send me a hand, okay?" ? "

"Two hundred kronor ~ Sheng Hui." Laine laughed. When she saw the count, everyone laughed together. The sorceress gave Laine a hygienic eye and placed it on the table unreasonably. The finished product was taken directly, and then his big long legs disappeared outside the workshop.

Her wizard tower is about to be completed. Recently, she has been busy checking the completion of the project. Today, the sorceress just happened to pass by.

It is said that her mother, Aurora, is preparing to organize a large witch mission to visit the land of Lane, but there is no news that the mission has completed the assembly or is ready to go. If there is, the sorceress will definitely tell Lane the first time. , So Ryan is not anxious.

Speaking of it, Brother Angler had been to the South for quite some time, and Ryan's mind was reminiscent of Angler's body.

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The old world, Tyril, the swamp west of Miraglenno, the place where the legendary city "Tetus" disappeared.

A tall Hippogryph is soaring above the sky, the Hippogryph is full of cargo, and the Gene Swallower is overlooking this muddy swamp.

This swamp is called the "withered swamp" and is located in the west of Miraglenno. This swamp has always been synonymous with mystery. All attempts to establish villages and colonies in this swamp have failed because of all migration The people and their buildings will disappear completely.

That's right, it completely disappeared. The whole village disappeared completely, and nothing was left.

In the legend of Tyril, the most brilliant civilization ever in this swamp, Titus, where dwarves and humans formed a powerful country and continued prosperity, they planned to build a tall tower to show their Power and glory and gratitude to the gods.

Strangely, it took hundreds of years for the tower to be completed, until a man in a robe brought his own design to add a big clock to the top of the tower. A week later, the tower was finally completed Too.

The bell sounded thirteen times in Titus, and the whole city embarked on the road of destruction. All humans and dwarves were drowned by the rat tide. There were no survivors. Titus disappeared into history. It became a restricted area and a deserted place.

After Angran finished the goods in Miragleno, he ignored the bitter advice of the halflings and the Tyrell merchants and insisted on flying here.

At the beginning, the swallowed genetic primitives were bored by the endless swamps. The bright green swamps were like sickles of the earth. It was disgusting. There were various strange animals walking on this swamp. The filthiness and bizarreness of the shape made Angelang feel a little discomfort, especially the animal with a rat head and a deer tail almost made Angelang order the Hippogryph to go down and cut it in half.

But he was no longer the original madman who acted on anger and hatred. He signaled the Hippogryph to continue flying.

"Are you tired?" After flying for another 40 minutes, Angran found that his horned beast mount Nukelia's wings began to show some signs of fatigue. He had to order the horned beast to land, and the horned beast landed. Behind a hillside where people can still stand, there are several trees that are half dead.

"Take a break, Nukelia, and then we continue to set off." Angler tied the reins of the horned beast to the tree, and he gently stroked the feathers on the horned beast's neck. Sound, this creature is now Anglang's loyal mount, it opens its mouth to taste the dried meat and water.

The dried meat was only half fed, and the genetic genotype of the engulfed instinctively felt alert. Almost instantly he reached out and held the pair of axes behind his back: "Who!"

"dart!"

Answering him were six poisoned shurikens, which flew towards Angelan simultaneously in six directions.

"Drink!" Angler's double-armed axe "Meat Cutter" and "Tearer" surrounded him with blood-red air waves, several movements, and all six shurikens were blown away by him.

His opponent also appeared in the mist.

This is a Skaven ratman assassin wearing a dark blue tights with three heads. They are all wearing a face scarf, leggings are wrapped around their legs, and the tail and hands are holding the dimensional stone poison blade: "diedie!"

"Come on!" Angler clenched the battle axe in his hands, and he felt alive.

"Shadow!" A rat-man assassin pinched a French seal, a thick smoke came out, and it disappeared into the air: "Bang ~"

"Carved insect skill!" Angler didn't care, he narrowed his eyes, waiting for the other party's attack.

"Blade!" Sure enough, three seconds later, the Ratman Assassin appeared from behind Angelang, two dimensional stone blades slashed out two green tracks, and went straight to Angelang's throat and back brain.

But Angelang's movement was faster, he screamed, his muscular body was more sensitive than the Ratman Assassin, he turned around easily, and the Zhenjin Tomahawk Ripper scratched a blood-red mark in the air.

There was a blood rain in the sky, and the two dimensional stone blades and the rat-man assassin were torn into a mass by the jagged axe.

This hand shocked the remaining two Ratman Assassins, and one of the Assassins ran decisively: "Wash Mata! Retreat!"

"Flash!" The two rat-man assassins immediately pinched out the second dharma seal. The green light flashed, and they appeared five meters away in an instant, intending to escape.

"Don't want to run! Coward!" Angler's mouth grinned high, and he raised the battle axe with one hand. The "Meat Cutter" slashed the axe on the soft ground fiercely. His arm muscles exploded, and he pulled the meat-cutter embedded in the ground back: "Come back!"

The blood-red air wave was tumbling out of the ground. In the cyclone formed by the great force of Angelang, the two rat-man assassins lost their balance in the air. They desperately found that their body was actually wrapped in a cyclone and flew upside down To that terrible human being!

"Dead!" Angler held the ripper in reverse, splitting the battle axe, the blood was gleaming, and the remaining two ratmen assassins were separated from their heads and bodies.

The battle is over.

"It doesn't look like a collectible loot." Angler crouched down and checked the heads of two intact squirrel assassins. This is his loot. He wanted to take it away for commemoration, but considering the Horned Eagle He finally gave up on the weight bearing of the beast: "Forget it."

"And, do you want to die too?" Angler looked away from the hillside.

"I have no intention to be against you, the strong." A human wearing a helmet of Mirmidia, goddess of war, and wearing a miraculous breastplate and golden silk scale body armor, raised his hand and walked behind the tree. When he came out, he raised the gun in his hand and signaled that he was not malicious: "Everyone is a fellow human being, uh ... I mean, I am very happy to meet fellow fellow humans in this ghost place."

His breath was faint, his eyes were gleaming, his body was full of blood, and the space was collapsing. Obviously this was a strong man in the sanctuary, and he was obviously not very young. I don't know why he appeared here.

"If you were not human, you would have died." Angler hesitated and put down the battle axe: "This is not where you should come, young man. This is too dangerous for you."

"Perhaps you are right, but taking people's money and doing things for others is our creed of the bounty hunter." The visitor walked carefully not far from Angler, and he took the initiative to extend his hand: "Introduce yourself, My name is Brenner, I am from Tyrell and I am a bounty hunter. "

"Bounty hunter Brunner? Oh! I heard your name ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ You are one of the strongest three of the Tyrille mercenaries." Angler suddenly remembered something, he wrinkled Brows: "Why are you here?"

"I received the commission." Bounty hunter Brenner had a row of short swords and sharp knives hanging on his chest, two firecrackers around his waist, a string of projectiles on his back, and a sword decorated with gems in his hand: "In the depths of this swamp, an army of undead is fighting the Skaven's army, and Prince Miraglenno has commissioned me to investigate."

"Count Vampire vs. Skaven Ratman?" Angler came in delight.

"Yes." The bounty hunter apparently wanted La Angelo to join the team: "I know you have the strength to stand on this land, so I won't say anything about the warning, I would like to ask you if you are interested in seeing this Is it war? We can investigate together. After that, I will divide your commission into 30%. You have also seen the power of the Ratman Assassin. It is too dangerous for me to investigate by myself. "

"Interesting." Angler thought about it and smiled: "Go, take me to see it."

"it is good."