Warhammer Divine Throne

In the middle of the night on the top of the mountain, the mountain breeze is roaring, and the endless Star River is shining in the sky. Lawn sips down his wine and slaps it gracefully. He burped full, and then stroked his horse: "Handir, are you full?"

The elf horse nodded heavily, and licked the bottom of the bowl intently, and moved towards Ryan with a snort .

"It is praising you for making the soup delicious~hahaha~" Lawn carefully helped his horse to clean his mane, said with a smile: "There are few things that can get a Han Dill’s compliment, right, where’s your horse?"

"Ride for your companions so that they can escape alive." Ryan looked at the large number of gaps and breakages on his chain armor, thinking to himself This armor may be difficult to repair, he needs a new pair of armor.

"Warhorse is half of Knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Lawn immediately realized how dangerous the danger the group of humans faced at the time was.

"This is Knight’s oath, isn’t it? Defend the country, defend the territory, and defend the relatives." Ryan is not so easy to say that it was because he lingered about the military records of the garrison and did not discover the outside situation, so he changed A tone.

“It’s...it’s hard for the Knights now to have this kind of awareness. In their opinion, the women’s teaching is not as important as their lives and future. The old Knight’s virtues have become a restraint for them. Raising wealth and the shackles of the upper ranks.” Ryan was instead attracted by Ryan. He considered for a moment, or took the initiative to speak: “Are you aware of the Battle of Marienburg that broke out in the past few months? The Empire and Brittany’s War?"

"Know a little, I heard... Finally you and the empire negotiated?" Ryan thought for a while, thinking that since Raun took the initiative to talk about this, he would just inquire about something.

"The peace talks? Cut, it's the peace talks, it looks beautiful, but did you know? The fact is that Brittany lost." Lawn shook his head, and a little contempt appeared on his face: "A war that has failed from beginning to end, failed at the beginning, failed in the process, and failed in the end. If it weren't for the imperial emperor who left us some face, I don't know if Richard can sit on the throne."

"Yes, can you elaborate?" Ryan came curiously.

The person in front of you is a great nobleman of Brittany, and he is the most prominent one of the Three Great Families. The bloodline of the Three Great Families can be traced back to the body of the founding King of Knight Arthur.

These Three Great Families are "Leaping Lion", "red Fire Dragon" and "Pure White Pegasus". Most of the Knight Kings come from this Three Great Families.

Anyway, let's listen to what the great nobleman in front of me has to say.

"After receiving the invitation from the Grand Duke of Marienburg Schultz, our Knight King Richard, tempted by the five carts of Gold Coin, became dizzy and decided to lead the army. There were also a large number of wandering Knights and Knight-errant Knights...and those infantry regiments and Archers formed by tenant farmers." Lawn shook his head and looked towards the distance: "Apart from this, the major dukes rarely responded or even refused. Respond."

Then Raun sounded a "hey": "Did you know? His Excellency Aintree actually only sent an army of four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and more than fifty farmers. In response to the call, I didn’t even send a Knight."

"Ha~ That’s for sure. The Duke of Winford has frequent trades with the Empire and Marienburg. He is definitely unwilling to do so with the Empire. Stiff the relationship." Ryan immediately heard the overtones of the mission Knight: "And not to send a Knight, it's quite obvious."

"So, originally this war didn't need to be fought. The real Knights did not come. What do the youngsters who are full of enthusiasm and meritorious thoughts know? They really think that the opposing imperial army is the same as the serf uprisings they usually suppress?" Lauen didn't seem to hear White Wolf Knight. The words mean more Than they say, he spread his hands: "As you know, the empire and Bretania, which were originally just confrontation, actually went to war because a group of eager youngsters rushed into the imperial army."

Ryan nodded in agreement. He knew that Raun saw the core reason for the Knight Kingdom’s dispatch of troops: this dispatch should be a military force deterrence, but for various reasons, the unfathomable mystery started the war, which can be described as harming others. The ending without benefiting oneself is called a failure at the beginning.

"The front and rear armies were seriously out of touch. When the Knights rushed towards the long halberd Legion of the Empire, the longbow teams behind were not even within range. There were not enough Knights to command, the serfs. What do the infantry regiment know? A mess, a mess.” Raun sighed: “Before Richard Your Majesty ordered the reorganization of the army, the Emperor Karl-Franz Your Majesty had keenly caught this extremely rare. He personally led the Rick Guards to charge towards the chaotic Breton army. After two rounds, the serfs were completely defeated."

Ryan understands, this is called the process. In failure, most of the Knights rushed into the imperial army. Facing the long halberd army, which was waiting for the battle, it would certainly not take advantage of it. It was bound to fall into the quagmire. Once the cavalry fell into the long spear battle, it would be unsustainable. Then at this time, As the King of Knight, Richard was left with at most a part of Knight and his guards. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was completely irreversible.

"As for the future agreement..."

Just when the two Knights, both named lions, had a very happy conversation.

The capital of the empire, Brunswick.

Imperial Palace all around gold and jade in glorious splendor stands tall statues, the founding emperor of the Empire Charlemagne and 12 Caroling Knight statues stand all around the Imperial Palace, Charlemagne The statue of the great emperor holds a sword in one hand and a book in the other, looking forward naturally.

The fifty-meter-high Imperial Palace gates are engraved with ancient historical murals everywhere, from the rise of Charlemagne to the "War of Longbeards", which established the covenant of human dwarves, to the eradication The Battle of the Black Fire Pass of the Greenskin Army, the Battle of Rick River where he defeated the Lord of Undead Nagash, and finally the wall of the first Chaos Invasion, Charlemagne waved the holy sword and Moka the "Unifier" The scene of the duel.

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

"Brittania certainly failed in the Battle of Marienburg, but that was because the main force was not out. In any case, we are all fellow human beings, and I don’t want our Knight friends to be with us. Fighting against each other-just probability is not hopeful." The emperor was using a quill pen and parchment on his book case and wrote: "The empire is too big, there are too few friends, and enemies are on all sides. In this case, the empire must unite as much as possible. Rare allies, the power of the Knights of the Holy Grail is necessary."

"The emperors deceived me when I was young and embarrassed me many times in the council, hoping that I could delegate power, but in the blood After the victory of the Pine Forest and the victory of the rebellion, this victory against the Knight Kingdom finally allowed me to temporarily gain their trust."

Karl-Franz is still writing, and a notice came from outside. , A attendant walked closer: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich is here."

"Please come in." The emperor lifts the head, he is not very old, he looks thirty He is a multi-year-old, has a thick and powerful voice, has amazing power on his body, looks handsome, very energetic, and his eyes are bright, just like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

"Yes!"

After a while, the fully armed Count Heinrich-Fruns came to the emperor’s study, one-knee kneels: "Your Majesty , The emperors have arrived at the imperial assembly."

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

"Well, I see, I will pass now." The emperor got up, looked at the rays of light that penetrated into the room from the colorful glass windows, and sighed: "The war has never stopped, the past will not, the present will not Yes, the future... who knows the future?"

"By the way, did you inform the Magic Guild?" Walking through the long corridor, the emperor stepped on the soft carpet with leather boots. Suddenly asked about this.

The Magic Guild is not a magic church. The Magic Guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Family Wizard Academy, directly under the authority of the Emperor. The leader of the Magic Guild is the Chief Grand Wizard of the Imperial Family and the current Chief Grand Wizard. It is Cernus Gehrman, a Fire Element great wizard, deep and unmeasurable. Many people say that he has advanced to Sacred Domain, but no one dared to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, Lord Gehrman is already on his way to the Imperial Palace." The attendant replied.

"Geert also called, and I will see him after the meeting is over." The emperor added.

"Understood." An attendant walked away quickly.

The imperial parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not large. The house inside the imperial Imperial Palace occupies a smaller area than expected. It is just a large independent courtyard and a three-story building. The mansion, five steps one post, ten steps one sentry inside the courtyard, golden armor, and the battle court guards armed with hammer swords are monitoring any possible disturbances.

Karl Franz motioned his guard to retreat, and he lightly opened the door. All the imperial electors were already seated, even the electors of Brescia, who was only a teenager. Boys who are not counted are looking around cautiously. There are not many people in the council hall. Behind every elector stands only one courtier. The hall is not narrow. Many electors are even enjoying drinks and drinks. dessert.

However, the atmosphere here is suffocating.

The inheritance of the kingdom of the human empire. So far, there are only four bloodlines in the 12 Carolingian Knights when Charlemagne was founded. The remaining electors are all after Ludwig. The entrusted military aristocracy, every elector is a prominent military exploiter, and the powerful powerhouse on the side. Their terrifying imposing manner seals this hall tightly, and the attendants and court ladies who come in to deliver snacks are often scared with fright. Bai, can't wait to throw things down and ran away.

Apart from this, the Archbishop of the Church of Justice Volkmar-Beckmann is closing his eyes to rejuvenate, and the Archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing with the Elector of Wallrich Manfred about further food Improvement, and Archbishop of the Magic Church looked at his gem ring, not knowing what he was thinking.

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

"Your Majesty, please speak straight." It is Roland Otto Feichenbach, the Elector of the Empire Aldolf, the "horn of victory". His daughter Helena is the emperor's Wife, the elector does not seem to be very old, but everyone in the know knows that he is almost 100 years old. As a direct descendant of the 12 Carolingian Knight 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 Prince Tyrion." The emperor walked to the main seat and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him. on.

"What does the letter with long ears say?" It was the elector of the Empire Tuscany, "The Sun Lion" Umberto Corleone, the brown-haired, full-grown The elector with a big beard is more than 270 years old. He is the only one who has been an elector from before the great Holy War and is still an elector's Legendary human hero, Sacred Domain powerhouse, then Ludwig. He was the first nobleman to respond when he raised his troops. The candidates not only handed over all the military power, but also went to the battlefield. In the Battle of Fasha, he killed two demon princes alone.

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

"hmph!" After a few glances, Umberto patted the table fiercely: "bully intolerably! What do these pointed ears want?! They want the right to elect!"

hua! The entire assembly hall was like a hot pot with boiling oil, and there was a loud noise.

"Never forbid! Human affairs should be resolved by humans!"

"There has never been a precedent for foreigners interfering in the internal affairs of a human empire! I do not agree!"

"Impossible!"

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

The electors were so excited that they roared that there was no reason to be superior Spirit Ginseng's affairs with the empire.

Karl Franz once again signaled everyone to be quiet: "Then gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is passed."

Then the emperor sat on his own In the position of, watching the fierce discussion among election 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 that as long as the candidates were in a normal mind, they would be impossible to agree to this kind of power-defying and humiliating regulations, even if Tyrion could promise that if the proposal can be passed, the high elves are willing to share more. The mysteries of magic and technology will not work either.

Is the elector of Brescia or a child, what would he think? The emperor noticed that the Brescia electoral candidates were whispering to courtiers behind him.

"What should I do?" The child was named Giani Bernardino, and he carefully asked his courtiers.

"You should vote veto, my sir."

After ten minutes, the emperor signaled to start voting.

Fourteen votes against and one abstention.

It is the Magic Church Archbishop who abstained. The emperor was not surprised by this. The Magic Church hopes to learn more magical mysteries from the high elves. Abstention is already a concession of the Magic Church. .

"Okay, then this matter was rejected by the Reichstag." Karl-Franz nodded, this result did not surprise him at all: "Then, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "The Storm Fortress was broken by the northern Barbarian Race, and none of the two thousand defenders survived! About four thousand Barbarian Race troops rushed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord told us Help!"