Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 101

   Chapter 101 One hundred and one · Nordling's letter for help (please subscribe)

   The last survivors of the Hearth Fortress sent the most desperate news.

On the west side of the empire, the army of Westerland is still fighting against the orcs of Gint Mine in the Grey Mountains. The Bull Elector of Osterland is now planning to prepare his troops to recover the lost ground that was destroyed by the Brass Fortress riot. Information on the coastline, nothing is known.

  Midden and Hawke had just suffered the defeat of the third Beastmen War, and their troops were stretched thin. Taking advantage of the chaos, many cultists who believed in Chaos destroyed the city and temple, and the White Wolf Elector was very busy.

At the same time, the Cathedral of the God of the White Wolf in the southern part of Sesenmonde, the capital of Nordland, the Archbishop of the Uric sect, Songard IV, received a magical message from Ditus Harbor overnight in the early hours of the morning. .

   Norsca High King Varmir Aisling leads a large Norsca army and is about to land on the coast of Nordland!

  The Fireplace Fortress has been watching over the northern end of the Claw Sea since the Three Emperors era. The information of nearly 30 barbarian races going south has been sent back to the empire by them, and there has never been a mistake.

   After receiving this news, Songard IV, who knew that the matter was very important, quickly rushed to the castle "Winter Castle" of the Elector of Nordland.

It was still early in the morning, the sky was just dawning, and Sessenmond, who had not yet faded into the night, was unusually quiet. There were almost no pedestrians on the road leading to the Elector's Castle. Archbishop White Wolf sat in the gorgeous carriage, holding the urgent letter in one hand. The message, his face is full of solemnity, the cheekbone of the left eye goes all the way to the bridge of the nose, a horizontal scar, symbolizing the piety of the white wolf believers, and the pale pupils silently stare at the northern sky.

The dark silver half-body plate armor is covered with a gray-white wolf-skin cloak at the shoulder blades. Every intricate detail is attached to Yurik's scriptures. It hangs on the wolf's head pendant at the neckline. The lace is secured by three huge wolf head brooches made of mithril.

  The carriage galloped all the way, attracting the attention of many patrolling guards.

  When the sky turned white, the Archbishop of Uric forced his way into Wintercastle by virtue of his power and church privileges.

   Arrived at the same time as him, and the high-ranking bishop of the Ocean Church, Gregory Haring.

  Twenty minutes later, Winter Castle, the Elector's Office.

The magnificent Elector's Castle is located at the highest point on the south side of Sesenmonde. The Elector's Office is extremely ornately decorated. The more than 30-meter-long red carpet leads directly to the long table. Elf ornaments from the vast ocean, The murals depicting the legendary battles, the trophies of the elector's family from past dynasties, and more than a dozen expensive magic lamps illuminate the office of hundreds of square meters. Among the courtiers of the elector, there is a legendary Ji Bing. mage.

The Elector of Nordland in his prime, Archduke Sessenmonde, Theodoric Geisel, the ruler of the south bank of the Claw Sea, dressed in fancy clothes, walked into the office and followed the four Electors. The Great Swordsman is the famous Seahawk Guard, the personal champion warrior of the Elector, the Knight of the Kingdom, Ser De Giorca, and Caral Leofric with legendary high-level strength.

The Elector's personal champion warrior wears a full set of secret gold plate armor blessed by the White Wolf God. As a brave and devout Uric devotee, he is well known throughout the North. The Ska army invades, and everyone is watching Khorne's chosen warrior "Mulver" Vasily Bauer.

   "Archbishop!" Caral Leofric first knighted to Archbishop Uric.

   The latter nodded to him.

Theodoric Geisel wiggled and sat at the end of the long table, he coughed a few times, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "My archbishop, you shouldn't have disturbed at this time. I rest, Nord's affairs are enough, the conflicts between the church and the church, just leave it to you to handle it yourself."

During this period of time, his sleep has been very poor. Even though the Electors slept on the softest and most comfortable bed in the entire Nord Territory, and even in the northern border of the entire empire, he kept tossing and turning at night. Tired, there are cases of villages being looted and attacked every day, lack of soldiers, widespread famine, many affairs piled up in his mind, almost breathless.

Poor law and order has led to riots in many places, and even examples of open rebellion of nobles. The electoral army sent a suppressive army, and the mob could not be wiped out for a while. The tug-of-war lasted for several weeks. The effect was unsatisfactory, and the population was large. Loss, the looming autumn harvest will be delayed again, and everything is developing for the worse.

  The Nord Kingdom is on the verge of bankruptcy.

"You must take a look at this message, my Elector, the hearth fortress on the north shore of the Sea of ​​Claws has fallen, and the last survivors are desperately sailing to Ditus Harbour, this is the clergy stationed in Ditus Harbour , information from a magical message." Songard IV didn't apologize at all, he went straight to the subject and handed the message in his hand to the Elector's personal champion: "The calamity of the north is coming, Nord You have to be prepared to deal with it.”

   "Bang!" Theodoric Geisel's hands trembled a little. He slammed down the tin glass and took the letter from Caral in a muffled voice.

"The guards of Hearth Keep recognized the emblem of the Norsca army of this invasion, the banner of the Blood Ravens of the Aseryn tribe, the High King of the Norsca barbarians, Varmir Aserin, the **** who gave the northern borders infinite pain. It's here." Archbishop Yuric said calmly, White Wolf never revealed his mood swings when facing the enemy.

"Oh goddamn!!" The Elector of Nordland raised his forehead in pain, resting his elbows on the long table, his voice was filled with sorrow and anger: "It's just been a few days since the last invasion? Here comes a wave! The unparalleled thing in Nordland's history happened in my time!"

"We have no choice, Your Excellency the Elector, it's time to assemble the army. Before the barbarians come ashore, everything is still in time." Songard IV's eyes exuded a strong war intent, he was never afraid of a strong enemy attack attack.

"Gather the army, gather the army, my archbishop! Last year, the Nord kingdom suffered heavy losses, and the army was damaged by nearly half. I need more troops to go to the region to maintain law and order and ensure the safety of the Nord people, and now I have to bring them with them. Go to the northern coastline." Theodoric Geisel shook his head, with a tone of grief that could not be concealed: "Vamir Aisling's brutality is well known, and Nord has survived wave after wave of chaos. , this time I am afraid to pay an unimaginable price.”

The elector's personal champion warrior said in a deep voice: "My grand duke, the threat posed by chaos is far more terrifying than the problem of public security. They must be eliminated first, otherwise the entire Nord will be buried in the war and ruled countless will be slaughtered and plundered.”

"I don't need you to remind me! Caral! I can tell which are the most critical enemies. The minions of Chaos will not let go of the moment of destruction. From the moment I inherited the Crow Breeding Sword from my father, I have I know that the north is the greatest threat!" Theodoric patted the table a little irritably.

He grabbed the wine glass abruptly and took a big gulp. At this moment, only the drunkenness of the wine could give the elector some comfort: "The autumn harvest is coming, my reliable men and bishops, for two consecutive years, the poor harvest has spread in the The famine problem of the Nord people has reached the point where it can no longer be added. If we still can't receive food this year, our proud kingdom will be in a state of doom, and at least 30% of our people will starve to death.”

   ". It's my rudeness, my grand duke." The private champion warrior realized his offense and quickly apologized.

Theodoric sighed and waved his hand. His emotions were no longer as agitated as before. It would be better to vent his anger towards the Norsca barbarians on the barbarians. He picked up the letter and looked again. Read it carefully.

The Archbishop of the Church of Uric and the Senior Bishop of the Church of the Sea who were sitting at the long table of the General Office were silent. Caral Leofric looked serious, holding the Holy Sword of the Elector of Nordland, the Fang of Rune, and the Sword of Raven Breeding. , he will honor his devotion to Uric and his loyalty to the Elector.

After a while, the Elector of Nord took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "How much time do we have to prepare? Seven days? Ten days? Gregory Haring, the high-ranking bishop of the Ocean Church, maybe you can give me the accuracy. reply."

   The high-ranking bishop of the Ocean Church looked a little tangled: "My lord Mannan has also passed down the oracle that the barbarian longship fleet has passed through the sea storm."

   "So, how much time do we have left?"

   In the entire office, several eyes were directed at this sturdy Gregory Haring, and he could hear needles dropping.

   The senior bishop of the Ocean Church stretched out five fingers and stirred his Adam's apple: "At most, no more than five days."

   "What about the number of Norsca troops heading south?"

   "Probably. Over 40,000 people."

After a long silence, Theodoric closed his eyes, his body seemed to be trembling with anger, and he tried to restrain his emotions.

"The problem of public security cannot be fundamentally solved. Under the situation of long-term instability, if I suddenly announce the invasion of the Norsca army, it will inevitably cause panic at this juncture. Our army is less than 70% of the number before the war last year. The total number of the troops in the provinces of the upper provinces and the security forces stationed in various places does not exceed 14,000." Elector Nord rubbed his brows and continued: "And, most importantly, there is not much food left in various places. , absolutely cannot support long-term consumption, and at that time, we will become panicked because of logistical supply problems."

Several decision-makers present nodded in unison. They agreed with Theodoric's point of view. Many crops harvested in the summer have not been turned over in time, and the wandering looters often looted the grain roads. The situation is on the verge of a very critical situation.

The law and order are unstable, the number of troops is insufficient, the food reserves are stretched, and the army is hurriedly called now, and will face problems such as low morale and poor combat effectiveness of the army, the shortage of weapons and equipment in various places, and the huge pressure on logistics supplies. It is a severe test.

"We still have allies and reinforcements. Your Excellency the Elector, the Nord Land has always been the guardian of the north, resisting the plundering and invasion of the barbarians, and it is not unreasonable to appropriately ask those southerners to contribute money." Archbishop Rick offered his opinion.

  The Elector of Nord shook his head: "Midden and Hawke have just suffered heavy losses. They can't take care of themselves. The bull knights in Osterland are busy attacking the brass fortress, and it will be difficult to support us for a while."

   "No, Electors of Nord, you have reinforcements further south, our Emperor, and those Electors south of the Reik River."

Archbishop Songgard IV of Uric was very unfriendly to southerners, and he was happy to watch those who did not believe in the **** of white wolves shriveled: "The political situation in the south is relatively stable, and their livelihood and material security are very rich. As far as I know, Ivyland has another bumper harvest this year, and thousands of miles of farmland are golden, whether it is His Majesty the Emperor Karl Franz, or the Elector Eben von Liebowitz of Wessenland, or something else Electors, their territories are relatively rich and have spare power, and they have watched the Norsca War for decades, and it is time to pay the 'war tax' to Nord."

   "Fighting Chaos is an obligation, and Chaos is the enemy of all of us." The private champion warrior nodded slowly: "I support the Archbishop's suggestion."

"Me too."

Theodoric Geisel pondered for a while, he stroked his jaw beard, nodded and said: "I will write a letter to request assistance from the Imperial Council, and let our emperor convene the electors, and I will bring back the southern reinforcements. Before, I ordered all the regions of Nord to gather troops and gather as many as possible to Sesenmonde, and every town has strong walls and clear fields, and it can be defended for as long as possible."

   "Yes!" Caral Leofric responded immediately, he took the order of the Elector, then turned and left Winterhold.

  The Elector's personal guards and the Sea Eagle Guards ran between the major towns in Nord. Archbishop Uric and the high-ranking bishop of the Ocean Church also returned to their respective churches to spread the news of the Norsca invasion as soon as possible.

   To resist chaos, the most important thing is unity, and the believers of the gods will also respond. The Knights of the White Wolf, the Knights of the Cheetah, and the Knights of the Sea will gather in the nearest church and wait for the call of war.

Theodoric Geisel wrote a letter to the Imperial Council asking for help, and handed it to his mage courtier, who would deliver it to His Majesty the Emperor's desk as soon as possible in the form of magical transmission. He also wrote several other letters. Letters of help were sent to Boris Todbringer in Midden, Edbrand Ludenhof in Hawke, and Van Meer von Carneiro in Oster.

The southern provinces despised the threat of the Norsca people, and only the electors who had truly dealt with their tyrannical strength would quickly lend a helping hand. Solidarity.

   In the Empire, a powerful elector can simply ignore the emperor's order, whether it is reasonable or not.

   The reason for fighting chaos is sufficient.

The Elector    Nord also believed that his emperor, His Majesty, would not miss this once-in-lifetime opportunity to unite the entire empire again after His Majesty Magnus the Pious.

   "Someone! Send these letters to my courtiers!"

"Yes!"

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   (end of this chapter)

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