Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 226 The Emperor's Message

The West Territory bordering the Gray Mountains, the vast west coast territory is covered with large swamps, and the borders are even more plagued by mosquitoes. The local residents are too dependent on seafood, trade and commercial prosperity. Everyone has a seriously shrewd and self-interested character. As for the foreign generals of the empire, it was difficult to get any profit from them, and it was even more difficult to garrison West Territory.

"Aldred von Kronburg... I remember him, he killed three trolls in the Battle of the Bloodpine Forest. Aldred's anger and annoyance gave him strength, but it was easy to deprive him of his power. Foresight." The emperor tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a "dong dong" sound.

   "Your Majesty, Sir Aldred's anger is the best way to suppress those people from the western border. I assure you, he will be able to accomplish the task well." Helberg laughed loudly.

  The emperor finalized his decision, nodded and said: "Okay, I will leave this mission to you, my marshal."

   "As ordered."

If there is no accident, the emperor will correct the documents in the study room in the next night, just like the time when he became the first prince of Rick, he has been used to it for more than ten years, even though the emperor usually prefers to work with him. Rick led the army to stay together, but the recent good news made the emperor feel much better.

  At this moment, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open, and a Rick guard walked in quickly, and said respectfully: "My Majesty, the hero of the empire, Laeren Wald is holding the palace token to ask for an audience!"

   "Leren?" Karl Franz was a little surprised, and looked at Rick's guard: "Did he say why he entered the palace at this time?"

   "Baron Lairon only said that the matter is of great importance."

"Let the palace servant lead him to the reception room, and I'll be there soon." The emperor stood up and said to Marshal Rick, "Helberg, the Night of the Thousand Laws is about to begin, and five more Altdorf honor guards will be dispatched to the Obsidian Hall. Put more defenses around, just in case."

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

   Ten minutes later, the palace reception hall.

Luxuriously decorated, the floor covered with animal skin carpets is very clean, exquisite oak furniture forms a clever arrangement in the hall, thick velvet curtains half cover the huge wall windows, the fire in the fireplace crackles, and the dry firewood It is burning in the fireplace, and the hot air is continuously delivered.

  Southern cities near night have a huge temperature difference between day and night, and the full moon night in Manasbury is coming, all kinds of weird weather is the best sign.

  A row of ancient leather books adorns the walls, next to oil paintings of views of this great city. A large oak desk stands in the center of the room, three gilt armchairs are arranged in a neat circle in front of it, and behind the desk, a beautiful statue of a griffin cast in solid gold is placed between the wall panels. , to demonstrate the authority of the owner of this room.

Lailun sat in the living room, looking around at the overall layout of the room, which gave people a feeling of intimacy. No wonder the outside rumors said that the emperor's living room is the easiest to change a person's attitude. No matter how extreme a politician is, he will become milder.

   At this moment, Emperor Karl Franz pushed the door and entered with a smile on his face: "Leren, my friend."

   "Your Majesty." Baron Draco stood up and nodded.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Laeren caught sight of Ludwig, the emperor's personal champion warrior. The white-bearded grandfather quietly closed the door of the living room from the outside, giving enough private space to ensure that no third person knew about it. The next emergency meeting.

"Well, I heard that you and Boris had a great time in Altdorf recently, and I am very happy." The emperor's attitude was very gentle, and he motioned his audience to take a seat, pouring rich wine on two silver-plated goblets. Fruity wine: "Bordereau's Poseidon cuvée, a well-deserved good thing."

   "In contrast, the Red Bull special brew given to me by Elector Van Meer of Oster not long ago tastes as hard to swallow as horse urine."

The emperor was still as airless as ever. Many people would have the same feeling after meeting the emperor in the palace, that is, Karl Franz had never been airy, no matter the great nobles who assisted his father, Emperor Leopold, As a newly promoted military nobleman, he can feel the respect and trust of His Majesty the Emperor, and he also has a very easy-going sense of humor.

   "Your Majesty, what I want to say is very urgent, and we don't have time to exchange pleasantries." Layron said seriously.

Sure enough, the smiling Emperor Karl Franz quickly restrained himself, and he resumed his serious side: "It seems that the matter is really important, please sit down, Laeren, sit down, let's talk about what you want to say matter."

   "As ordered, Your Majesty." Laeren sat down.

   "Let me guess, my friend, the urgent thing you want to say is about the Chaos Sect, right?" Karl Franz rested his elbows on the desk: "Or... a new discovery in the sewer at night?"

   "These are not what I want to say, my lord." Laeren shook his head lightly: "The silent count of vampires, they are coming with an evil plan."

The emperor was silent, and Karl Franz leaned back suddenly, with a slight smile on his face: "If other nobles said this, Lailon, I would definitely think that he lost his mind and went crazy. He was sent to the hospital in Salina Church for treatment, because the topic of vampires is meaningless to discuss now."

"Why, Your Majesty, I need a reason." Laeren frowned, unable to calm down at this time, he said eagerly: "The threat of the midnight dignitaries is imminent, and they may have already accumulated their strength, waiting for the opportunity, and making a comeback .”

"Well said, Laeren." Karl Franz agreed: "I also understand your concern. For two hundred years, the dead bones in the tomb have continued to threaten the empire. His Majesty the savior Magnus During his reign, he sent troops to clear Sylvania’s graves many times, but now, the provinces once occupied by the vampire count have already returned to the embrace of the empire.”

"My friend, even if the Sylvanians show some neurotic behavior, or the appearance of a certain necromancer attracts unnecessary attention, those are not enough to judge the rise of vampire power, you have to understand this. "

   "..." Lailun was at a loss for words.

"In fact, for any troubles about Sylvania, Earl Troy de Baratheon will send a magical message in advance. Essen is his territory and the city closest to Dunkenhof Castle. The emperor gestured with a finger: "Just talking about the tax collection teams that went deep into Sylvania, in recent decades, no one has found any abnormalities. I also believe that the strength of the vampires in the empire is not enough to worry about."

"I don't think so." Laeren shook his head firmly: "My lord, this information was told to me by a Lamia vampire, and what I experienced not long ago made me have to believe that there is a A behemoth, belonging to the power of the midnight dignitaries."

   "Maybe you are right, or maybe I'm right." Karl Franz smiled lightly, and gave up persuading the other party's thinking: "In this case, Lailen, please explain in detail what happened."

"More than an hour ago, at the Anselmo Theater." Laeren paused: "A female vampire who called herself Genevieve found me. She... used some means to force me to have a bad fight with her." It was a pleasant conversation."

"Well, the Anselmo Theater is located in the center of the South Coast." The emperor said calmly: "The song and dance drama to be staged tonight, the black waltz night created by Jacob Talladarci, Boris has booked The VIP box on the second floor of the theater, if I remember correctly, the third box."

   Facing the emperor's answer to the wrong question, Lailon instantly understood the meaning he conveyed to himself, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, you already knew this? Someone told you in advance?!"

"I know very limited. My friend, the chief spy of the palace, Siegfried, is supposed to be in charge of the large and small intelligence networks and witch-hunting agencies of Reikland on my behalf. All his actions are only responsible for one person, that The person is me." Karl Franz was very calm: "As for Genevieve, I am no stranger, Siegfried once hired her to eradicate many corrupt bureaucrats, some things can only be turned a blind eye one eye."

   "Your Majesty, the presence of vampires in Altdorf has already posed a threat, and they are uncontrollable." Layron sighed.

"I fully understand. From the moment I was assassinated for the first time in my childhood, I have understood the hidden threat." The emperor shrugged and nodded with deep feeling: "And the Lamia Sisterhood has already penetrated into the foundation of this city. To completely eradicate, unless the entire Altdorf is destroyed and rebuilt, all I can do is to strengthen the inspections of Rick's guards and unreserved support for the Church of Justice, so as to restrict their actions and avoid harming innocent people. Happening."

   "But I already know these things, Laeren, has she told you any new news?"

"On the night of the full moon in Manasbri, that is, three nights later, an army of the dead will attack Altdorf, led by the Black Lich King." Laeren said calmly: "They aim at Sigmar The sixth book of Nagash sealed in the cathedral catacombs."

   "Black Lich King?" Karl Franz had a weird expression, he was full of doubts: "Okay, I see."

  Even though there were many uncertain factors, the emperor chose to believe in Lailun's warning.

   Soon, Lailun left the palace parlor, leaving the emperor alone behind the desk.

   "Ludwig." Karl Franz leaned on the armrest, thinking about the message and warning he just heard.

   At this moment, Ludwig, the emperor's personal champion warrior, opened the door: "Your Majesty?"

"Ludwig, you know this city and its history. During the vampire war, Von Carstein was besieged for several months because of the blood ancestor Vlad." The emperor took out a roll of parchment: "This city was almost destroyed. fell, thanks to William III, the great priest of the Justice Church at that time"

   "That was a very long time ago, my lord." Ludwig bowed to the emperor: "The great priest William III and Vlad both died in the duel."

   "And now, the undead creatures in the night are threatening this city belonging to Charlemagne." Karl Franz stood up, turned his back to Ludwig, and looked at the full moon outside the window.

  Sylvania Territory, in the north, Hellfinn, the Hell Swamp, the infamous land.

According to legend, Helfingen is a cursed swamp, located in the northern land of Sylvania, just on the banks of the River Steele, where the tragic Battle of Helfingen took place, in the past years, in Villagers who made their living from the swamps used to bury their dead in the swamps of northern Sylvania.

  When the heavy rainstorm came, the **** swamp boiled, churned, and raged. It spewed out a large number of corpses from hundreds of years ago. Mud and weed-covered rotting corpses erupted from the churning swamp until it swallowed the entire village.

  During the Second Vampire War, when Konrad's campaign against the Empire faltered and failed, the blood dragon vampires eventually retreated to Helfingen.

   In the middle of this withered swamp, he turned to face his pursuers. As Imperial troops trudged through the mud, skeletal hands protruding from the icy water dragged soldiers to their deaths, while at night Sentinels were lured to their deaths by flickering ghost lights. A full quarter of the Imperial army died in the Hellmarsh before even fighting. During this horrific hunt, almost as many people fled in pursuit of the vampire count as former comrades returned to attack the camp in the dark.

Even after the defeat of the blood dragon vampires, the undead army paid a heavy price in Helfion, and those poor souls were trapped by the dark magic unleashed in the battle, still turning into zombies and wandering in the swamp, dirty The bloodthirsty creatures of the Hellbog remain a haunted place for vampires and necromancers, who have tried for centuries to control the swamp's undead like a rotting forest.

   Today, the souls bound in Helfion will be free.

  A huge crown, holding a staff of bones, with a blue undead fire burning at the top, appeared on the edge of the **** swamp.

Accompanied by a burst of obscure and dull spellcasting, the Black Lich King Akhan stretched out his fingers wrapped under the shroud, which were the traces of the Funeral Church. His hands were as dry as dry branches, with slender fingers, and long nails.

On the magic armor, the carefully decorated corners and the actions are full of rituals. In the eyes of Akhan, only the power of the magic box is the true meaning of all things in the world and the ultimate goal. Even life and death are just an illusion. .

  The cyan undead fire lingered in most of the **** swamp, and the faint shock surged with the underground.

   "Wake up~the sleeping rotten undead~my lowly servants~~~"

   "Roar—" A bat wolf covered in mud crawled out from the depths of the swamp, its **** mouth full of fangs roared loudly, and in the night, figures agitated all over the mountains and plains, heralding the imminent undead natural disaster.

   Soon, more and more undead will return from **** and vent their hatred towards the kingdom of the living.

  (end of this chapter)