Warhammer Throne

On the cold mountain road of the Gray Mountains, Palawan Duke Casfan and his army are struggling to trek, the knights are brightly clothed, the glory and enthusiasm of the expedition once filled the knights ’faces, they are for this time Has great confidence in his expedition.

The knight march of Brittania is a very beautiful scenery in the old world. It is an unparalleled beauty on the road of only gray ladies in black and white. Each knight carries three to four horses, all War horses are covered with detailed fine horseskins. Hundreds of family coats of arms in more than a dozen Principalities of the Knight Kingdom. Even the heraldic masters of the kingdom need to take a long time to gradually recognize.

After the team, a fleet of hundreds of freemen formed a long dragon, and an infantry regiment composed of squires, horsemen, cooks, heralds, priests, and serfs followed them. The sergeants took care of the weights and formed a beautiful landscape.

But this is the time to go.

Now, the continuous rain is falling from high altitude. This terrible sleet caused huge damage to Kasfan's army. The deep cold of the bone marrow washed the huge cliffs on both sides of the road, and the clouds above the sky roared. Then, howling, the gray raindrops fell on the huge air masses, tormenting Casfan's army.

The enthusiasm of the expedition was also unsustainable. The terrible rain and snow in the alpine environment was only known to those who experienced it. The morale of the knights was severely hit. The weak knights bowed their heads without saying a word and rushed to the road. And the knights with strength are scolding all the time, complaining about the annoying ghost weather.

The knights can persist in this weather, and the heavy losses are the serf infantry regiments. Their hides and wool cloaks or wool clothes may guarantee their daily warmth, but they are helpless to this level of severe cold. Every day, people die and march on the road. Many shallow graves were left.

Even so, Kasfan's army is still crossing the Gray Mountains at a faster rate.

The goal is directed at Helmgart.

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The Emperor Rest Hotel in Helmgart at night.

As an important garrison point of the empire, Helmgart had an emperor ’s dedicated palace. Now, the Emperor ’s Rest Hotel is having a lively dinner because the scout ’s investigation shows that Kasfan ’s army wants to arrive at least It takes three days.

The dinner was very lively. The war between the Empire and Brittania attracted the attention of the human kingdom in the old world. In addition to Lane and others coming from afar, Voldecard, the Duke of Montfort in Brittania, was also present. There were several electors.

Everyone wants to watch this war, which is an important opportunity to evaluate the empire's national strength and Karl Franz's capabilities.

Participants did not all want to participate in the dinner, at least Julius and Jerod did not like the dinner, they sat in the corner boringly, eating in silence.

Some people, like the fish at the dinner.

"Hey! Boris! I see your Sima face again!" Ryan in Earl's costume, holding a wine glass, smiled and pointed at Boris Todd Brin, the Elector of Wallich and Duke of Midland Grid: "You have this kind of bitter and hatredful expression all day long, and it makes you feel ashamed when you look at it!"

"Hey! Ryan, you bastard. When I get the chance, I must push your little white face into the icy swamp of Drachwald Forest to make you understand what cruelty is!" Elector Boris saw Ryan appear. Zhang Zhang's face finally showed a little smile: "Well, Uric is up, we meet again. I still remember the story of the last time we expelled the scale monster on the Curona Plain. Praise Eurek, it was a beautiful victory. "

After that, Boris Elector deliberately glanced at Emperor Karl Franz, who was standing next to Lane.

The emperor smiled thoughtfully at Lane: "I know you know each other well."

Boris was also one of the candidates for the throne. His grandmother married the younger brother of the savior Ludwig Heinz. Compared with Karl-Franz ’s grandfather Leopold, Boris ’blood was even more. Close to Ludwig.

Therefore, he has always been taboo by Karl Franz. In a sense, the opposition between Boris and Karl Franz represents the opposition between the empire headed by Uric and the southern sect headed by the three major churches.

"Yes, Your Majesty Franz, I have known each other for a long time, but I am not familiar with it until the last battle of the Plain of Curona." Ryan said with some playfulness, his height will be slightly higher than that of the emperor: " If it were not Boris, I might be dead. "

"This is indeed a great war ..." Carl Franz still to say, a champion knight of the Griffin Knights roared into the dinner scene: "That bastard! The one who does not want to call His Majesty the Emperor Where is the bastard? I want to fight him! "

The heavily armed knight soon found Ryan ’s figure. Ryan ’s unwillingness to call Karl Franz the “Emperor” made most people understand, because Ryan is not an imperial nobility, but many loyal The Imperial Knights were very dissatisfied with this rising champion from Nord, who had a profound connection with the Empire, and they wanted to tear Ryan's pride into pieces.

Ryan's name is as high as his ears, and his nobles of the imperial empire have heard about it. Empire knights naturally know that they need to send equivalent champion knights.

The challenger is the champion knight of the Griffin Knights, Roger.

Before Ryan spoke, the champion knight took out a glove and threw it over Ryan.

Standing not far away, François frowned, communicating with a Moorish knight. Duke Winford noticed that Karl Franz did not object, but wanted to see things with interest Go on.

Francois thought that this might be a coincidence in line with the emperor's wishes. It seems that the new emperor of the empire was also very interested in the strength of Ryan, or maybe it was not a coincidence at all, but Karl Franz's intentional arrangement.

The new emperor of the empire was overbearing and tough in style, but he also inherited the excellent diplomatic skills of his father Luitpold. After taking the throne for a few years, this young emperor not only stood firm through a series of diplomatic means and military victories The position of emperor also gradually integrated the power of the empire.

Francois sighed when he thought of Richard, the aging knight of Brittany.

Richard is not as good as Karl Franz, which is already recognized in the old world. Richard reportedly intends to have his distant nephew, Ron Leo Cornwall, Duke of Connet, take over the knighthood, but because of Mogi Anna was seriously injured, this matter was shelved, and in Francois's view, Richard is still very fond of the stack, unwilling to give up the throne.

"For honor, I can't refuse this challenge." Ryan took the gloves, and the face of the Lake Fairy Champion still had a faint smile: "But the confrontation between us must not be meaningless, everyone is a fellow human being, not What? "

"Ryan made sense." Emperor Karl-Franz nodded and smiled, and his attendants quickly brought two velvet satins: "This is the satin produced by the famous Mrs. Iger tailor's shop in Braunschweig. It rewards the winner. "

Then you are gifting my baby girl, Francois thought.

"So, please be a little out of companionship, Your Majesty Franz, and Boris." Ryan saw a reward, a smile on the face of the Holy Grail Knight, and he followed the Griffin Knights' champion knight out the door of the hotel .

Umberto Corleone, the electorate of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Ivy, approached the emperor with red wine. The bearded electorate whispered, "You arranged it?"

"Why not? We always have to know how much strength he has?" Karl Franz shrugged: "At twenty-nine, the Earl, the Knight of the Holy Grail, the God of Champions, the exile of the devil ... shall we go out and see The duel process ... "

"Boom!!!"

The voice did not fall, and there was a huge noise outside the hotel, which was like the sound of a blunt instrument breaking something.

Carl Franz and Umberto's complexions changed.

Everyone at the dinner subconsciously looked at the door of the hotel.

The knight opposite the mountain, Count Ryan Macado walked into the dinner scene again from the door of the hotel with a smile. He dragged one leg of the Griffin Cavaliers champion Cavaliers Rogge, and the champion knight's plate armor rubbed against the ground. , Making a harsh metal sound.

The champion knight of the Griffin Knights was comatose. His eyes turned white, his stomach vomited, and he was unconscious. However, there should be no danger to his life. The emperor's attendants quickly dragged this shameful thing out of the banquet.

"I knew it would become like this," Boris Elector Hou said happily. Boris felt comfortable seeing the Emperor's champion knight defeated by a hammer.

It was our white wolf knight, now it's your turn.

The god-selected champion of the fairy in the lake took the satin and came to the emperor in a glass goblet: "Thank you for your majesty's reward, let us continue."

"Okay." Karl Franz's face still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

The emperor's heart blew a storm. The Griffin Knights are serving the emperor's private knights. The strength is not too far away from the top knights of the Empire. Is a legendary mid-level, the result was actually defeated by Lion.

What did my empire miss?

On the surface, the emperor is still as usual, he first introduced to Ryan: "I do n’t need to introduce more Boris, come, the **** champion of the lady in the lake, this is the emperor of Tuscany and the Duke of Ivy Umberto-Corleone, Aiweiling is the great agricultural province of the empire, and the richest province after the Rick collar. Umberto is the only remaining electorate who has participated in the great jihad. Not only did he vote for my grandfather and my father, but a few years ago, he also voted for his precious vote. "

"Hello, Your Excellency Umberto." Ryan knew that the bearded electorate had unfathomable strength and was an important political ally of Karl Franz. He expressed enough respect: "Can and It ’s my pleasure to know you. ”

"Good strength, young man." Umberto patted Ryan's shoulder: "Looking forward to a better performance in the future."

Then, an elector with a slender beard and some sorrow on his face, came to Ryan in front of the emperor's recommendation, Karl Franz warmly introduced: "This is the elector of Wolfen The Grand Duke of Oster, Vamir-von-Zhukov, Oster is a territory filled with forests and mountains, and since the ascendance, Lord Vamir has spent his whole life and the mountains and the darkness in the forest. Biological confrontation, he is an excellent general and guardian of the imperial northern frontier. "

"I've heard your name long ago, Ryan-Makado." Oster's collar is close to the Kingdom of Nord in the west and close to Kislov in the east. Of course, Wamil has heard the name of Ryan: "It's an honor to meet you for the first time. your turn."

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Vamir." Ryan nodded and said hello. The Oster was the most secluded part of the empire. Today, this province still has not recovered from the devastation of the great jihad. The emperor capital and northern barbarians fought against the dark creatures in the forests and mountains for decades.

"This is Baron Olgen von Zhukov of Wolfen, heir to the elector of Vamir." Karl Franz then introduced: "A good general."

This is a young man in his twenties. He is wearing a mink fur hood, wearing clothes printed with the coat of arms of the red bull family. He has a strong figure, and he stretches out his hand powerfully and proudly to Ryan: "You Okay, Lord Ryan-Mcado, I ’m Oleg. I ’m impressed by your strength. We hate chaos so much, I think we may be friends. "

"Haha ~ I think our aversion to chaos will always exceed the little contradiction between each other." Ryan shook hands with him: "Chaos scum will definitely usher in destruction, I firmly believe."

"I also firmly believe that." Oleg nodded. I don't know why. When he and Ryan met, they felt particularly destined ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The two soon found a place to communicate privately.

"You have an excellent son, Lord Vamir." Emperor Karl-Franz said calmly toward the elector of Vamir: "It's just that many of his ideas are too bold, and the empire is not trying to go deep into the northern wasteland. To eliminate the barbarian tribe, but once it goes too deep, it will cause heavy losses every time, and even go back and forth. "

"Oleg was a brave boy. He found a teacher for himself. It was a white wolf paladin who was drunk in Wolfenburg." Wamill said: "Oleg was caught by the knight in the tavern. Conquered by the power and worshipping him as a teacher, I initially disagreed, but the strength of this paladin is far beyond imagination. If it is not for his assistance, the battle of Wolfsburg may be wiped out by the whole army. "

"That can only be said that Oleg itself is excellent, only to be qualified as an apprentice." The emperor nodded.

"Speaking of this, the invasion of Kasfan, my majesty, how are you going to deal with it?" Elector Vamir whispered with red wine: "The knights across the mountain are not easy to deal with."

"I already have a plan." The emperor's voice was full of pride and confidence: "Look at it." I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Warhammer", WeChat pays attention to "read literature", talk about life, find Confidant ~