Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 113

   Chapter 113 Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen · Fengyun Jihui (please subscribe)

   Fifty miles north of Middenheim, the armies of Rickland and Nunn City set up camps, with hundreds of imperial tents stacked one upon another, surrounding the largest golden tent in the middle.

Well-trained halberd guards parade between the tents, and on the road between the tents, a wooden frame is placed every ten meters. The shields and spears of the imperial soldiers are placed in order, and the battle flags symbolizing the company flutter in the wind. .

In the middle of the camp, at the top of the large tent with golden and red stripes, the half-meter-high gilded statue of a hammered griffin is distinguished. The Kronborg Greatswordsmen were closely guarded, and more than 30 Rick knights' tents were placed around the tent in turn.

The interior of the tent is slightly luxurious, with two elf magic standing lamps inlaid with Lothern crystals and sent from the ocean trade. The soft white light emitted by the magic spar at the top illuminates the interior of the tent. The Kite Shield is hung behind the seat, and the floor is covered with a precious silk rug and two full lion hides for footing.

The Emperor of the Empire, who had been marching all day, had a tired look on his face. The dwarf treasure "Silver Seal" gave the Emperor far more energy than ordinary people, but Karl Franz's own strength was only at the legendary level, far less than a series of famous old world powerhouses. list of those.

   The imperial emperor in the noble purple robe sat behind the cherry wood table, holding a cup of freshly brewed mellow coffee for his valet, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The position of the emperor means that he has to bear enormous pressure. Even the Grand Prince of Rikland, who is familiar with court struggles, often feels inexplicably powerless in the face of a series of internal affairs. When there are no ministers present in private, Karl Franz still has The side of the former playboy, leaning on the seat to rest, let go of his thoughts, and enjoy a few minutes of short-term leisure.

   "Jermaine Stuart." Karl Franz picked up the coffee cup, and the old waiter who had accompanied the emperor for more than 20 years understood it and refilled it.

"Thank you." The Emperor took a sip from the cup. He suddenly remembered something, looked at the old waiter and asked, "Jermaine, I remember that you were arranged by my father at the fifteen-year-old ceremony. by my side?"

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

   "How many years have passed? Twenty years? Twenty-one years?"

   "Your Majesty is wise, when the harvest festival in September passes, your subordinates will accompany Your Majesty for 21 years."

The Emperor    smiled thoughtfully at the old waiter and said, "Forgive my memory, Jermaine, where is the fief of your knighthood? Ulbricht or near Fort Cape?"

   "In Hinton Woods, south of Ulbricht, the generous late emperor and His Majesty together gave me a rich manor, and the kindness will never be forgotten."

"Ah, the land in Hinton Forest is famously rich, and the large farms there contribute a lot to the imperial granary every year." Karl Franz nodded, his eyes looked at the large tent hanging in the corner. Rick led the whole territory map: "This year's autumn harvest has not yet begun, Jermaine, how much food do you expect your fief to collect?"

The loyal old waiter thought for a moment and replied: "It's much less than last year, Your Majesty, the Rickland has been turbulent this year. The rebel forces have been destroying the fields and burning the villages. The green-skinned tribes in the blood pine forest are just about to move. Had to join forces with the rest of the fiefs in Hinton Woods to avoid mistakes."

   "Well, I see."

   There was a sound of footsteps outside the tent. Apparently, a visitor came to question the Emperor. Jermaine Stuart kept his mouth shut at the right moment, lest he and the Emperor's private conversations be overheard.

Outside the tent, the great swordsmen of Kronborg opened the tent door, wearing fancy golden plate armor and three irises in his helmet, the Elver of Ivey and the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Major Redolf, took his head high. Entering, beside him there was a knight with a rich and sad face, with a slender goatee beard, who came to the emperor following the recommendation of the Elector Elver.

Marior Redolf ​​noticed the frown of His Majesty the Emperor when he was thinking about things. He glanced at the old waiter, the latter looked back, and the Elector Ivy laughed loudly: "I'm so sorry! My esteemed Majesty, It disturbs your interest in chatting with the waiter."

   "Sit down, my friend, and this" Imperial Emperor Karl Franz was attracted by the wolf head badge on the knight's chest, and then smiled: "Your Excellency the White Wolf Paladin."

"I'm the Great Uric Temple of Middenheim, the commander of the Scarlet Flame Guard, Kana Rizfeld, His Majesty the Emperor." The white wolf paladin with a goatee nodded and replied, when the church knight met the emperor Just kneel on one knee, and when your status is high enough, you don't need to kneel at all.

As soon as    Elector Ivy sat down, he said in a low voice and cryptic voice: "Your Majesty, Captain Kayner brought you something, you must be very interested after reading it."

   "Huh?" Karl Franz turned his gaze to the White Wolf Paladin, as if to verify the words of Major Redolf.

   Crimson Flame Guard Captain Kana Rizfeld nodded silently.

   "Jermain, leave first." The emperor waved his hand and ordered.

   "Yes, Your Majesty." The old waiter quickly left the tent, guarded by the great swordsmen of Kronborg outside the door, and only three people in the tent knew what was going to happen next.

   "It's an honor to meet you, Captain Kena." Karl Franz asked first: "The legend in the legend, the Red Flame Guardian, the guardian of the eternal flame, maybe you can answer my doubts."

The whole empire knows that the prince of Rick led the belief in Sigma, and he can't fight with the wolf **** believers in the north. Think **** conspiracy theories.

   Elector Ivey restrained his smile and moved his seat to the side. After all, he didn't know what the mysterious Kenna Ritzfield was doing to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, my lord has issued an oracle, you are about to face a near-desperate war, the Son of Chaos is about to go south with three evil gods' chosen champions, and they are about to meet with Norsca Supreme King Vamir Aisling. And." The white wolf paladin who visited at night spoke amazingly, with a cold expression and low words, as if he was talking about some ordinary trivial things.

  Ivy led the elector for a moment. He didn't expect the White Wolf Paladin to suddenly say this, and looked at the emperor with doubts, but the latter was also looking at him.

"Wait, wait." Mario Redolf ​​frowned and interrupted the White Wolf Paladin, with a surprised tone: "Who is the son of Chaos referring to? The fifth Chaos Eternal God was chosen by Luther two hundred years ago. His Majesty Vichy killed with the holy hammer Gael Maraz, except for the character recorded in the classical books, who else can bear the title of Son of Chaos?"

The company commander of the Scarlet Flame Guard shook his head and said solemnly: "My lord's oracle has only mentioned that he is a northern predator, a powerful warrior blessed by the four evil gods, as for his name, my lord also No way of knowing."

"So, about the three evil gods' chosen champions, does the White Wolf Church provide us with more information?" Emperor Karl Franz said calmly to the White Wolf Paladin: "There have been endless rumors about destruction, the empire It's not that I haven't tried to go deep into the root cause to find out the reason, and even sent an expeditionary force to go deep into the northern wasteland to actively destroy the Chaos army, but once it goes too deep, every time it suffers heavy losses, and most of them never return."

   "At the critical moment of the northern barbarian invasion, the wolf god's prediction may bring a turning point in the war situation."

The emperor did not have time to find out whether the oracles said by the Wolf Paladin were accurate. The stargazers foretold that Aegir, the constellation of Uric, would bring a twist to the northern war, and the stargazers observed the twin-tailed comet looming across the sky.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, my lord's oracle did not mention the three god-chosen champions of the evil gods, but the only thing we know is that there were originally four god-chosen warriors who traveled south through the northern wasteland, and one of them was beheaded by my lord himself. Kill, completely banished from the mortal world." Kaner Rizfeld's words carried undisguised pride.

   "Fortunately in misfortune, each lack of a powerful champion warrior from the enemy will increase our success in resisting the wave of destruction." Karl Franz sighed. In fact, there is only misfortune.

   Ivy Elector's brows furrowed, and he didn't know what to say at this moment.

The barbarian invasion was a big trouble. As a result, the emperor's intelligence spy found that the coast of Nord to the interior was devastated, and the dark creatures in the mountains also took advantage of the fire. It is no exaggeration to say that the kingdom of Nord has been fragmented, and the situation is even Even worse than during the Great Holy War.

   "The Wolf God gave a gift, a weapon from God." With the silence of the two electors, the White Wolf Paladin opened his mouth to save the situation. Despair will always come with hope.

   "Clap~~~~"

The white wolf paladin slapped hard with the iron palm a few times. The white wolf knight, a small group of four red flame guards, walked into the emperor's tent with a tall and heavy iron box for one person. Judging from their expressions, the four burly warriors were even struggling. .

   "Huh?" The two electors left their seats and stepped forward.

  The moment the heavy iron box fell to the ground, the flat silk carpet was pressed out of the depression, and its weight was no less than several hundred kilograms.

   "Open." Under the gaze of Emperor Karl Franz, the four white wolf knights took off their white wolf badges and pressed them into the grooves in the four corners of the iron box. They looked at each other and turned their directions at the same time.

With the muffled mechanical sound, a thin slit popped up on the surface of the iron box. After opening it, a black and deep warhammer came into view. The hammer head was exaggerated and exaggerated, just like the white wolf icon on the ancient murals. , the wolf's eyes are flowing with a dark blue light, like a holy white wolf under the bright moon, the scriptures of the chastity seal are pasted on the surface of the warhammer, and everyone present can feel a biting chill coming from the deepest depths of winter. 's Frost Bite.

At the junction of the    hammer handle, several ancient human runes contained the power of the wolf god, and the inside of the iron box that carried it and the entire snow wolf fur were covered with frost.

   A few minutes later, there were only two people left in the emperor's tent.

  The Red Flame Guards have completed their mission of informing the oracle. They need to leave immediately and return to Middenheim to continue guarding the eternal flame to avoid the intentions of unclean people.

"I've said it more than once, I hate deciphering the most." After a long time, Marior Redolf, who had carefully scrutinized the god-given weapon, finally stood up and continued: "They will always give you inexplicable hints, like the dull thunder in winter, It will bring nothing, just show its presence through the sky."

"My Majesty, how are you going to deal with the mysterious Son of Chaos and his three Chaos lackeys?" The Grand Duke of Tuscany picked up the wine glass handed over by the Emperor and whispered, "The Chaos God's Chosen Champion is not easy to deal with, they The most troublesome thing, my dead grandfather, before his death, was deeply afraid of the plague master's son, the plague doctor Festus."

   "Because of the Great Plague of Iverland in 2422?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, tens of thousands of people died of sore eyes. If it weren't for the strong support of the dwarves of the Horn Fortress in the Black Mountains, Ivey would have been brutally looted by the Orcs that year." The voice was full of grief and regret: "To be honest, Your Majesty, the wolf cub's warning made me pessimistic about the prospects of this war, and I was worried that I would be ashamed of the Holy Sword of Mothers' Mourning that I clenched tightly in my opponent."

"Don't worry, my friend, there are still variables in everything. Among the countless epic victories in history, which one did not win the final victory with an absolute disadvantage?" Emperor Karl Franz smiled and photographed the Elector Ivey. Shoulder: "I already have a plan, watch it."

"The Golden Iris Guard will always follow you, my majesty." Marior Redolf ​​calmed down, he looked at the weapon bestowed by the wolf **** in the iron box, and asked, "The wolf cub of the Red Flame Guard. What do they want you to do?"

The Emperor hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "The Oracle of Yuric, ordered the White Wolf Knight to hand over the Holy Artifact to me, and the Wolf God predicted that a real warrior would take over the White Wolf Hammer from me soon. , the High King Norsca will be severely wounded by him, but he will not be able to kill him completely."

   ".Your Majesty, perhaps you are suitable to be the White Wolf Pope."

In late August, the White Wolf Pope "Great Uric" Emile of the Urik Church led an army of 9,600 people north to the Condor Peak outside Sesenmond, a high mountain extending from the Central Mountains. In the eyes of the Nords, it is regarded as an ominous sign, and there are countless dark creatures entrenched on it.

The vast majority of Pope White Wolf's army consisted of wolf monks, temple guards, white wolf knights, cheetah knights, Uric battle priests, and a small number of Midden's standing army. After Pope Emil entered Nordland, The towns along the way did not stop too much, and he did not try to chase the small group of fleeing Norsca people. Sesenmonde was surrounded, and his army of the wolf **** had to clear the siege to save the Nord Kingdom one step further.

   For the next period of time, the Norsca barbarians faced an ever-increasing army of more than 10,000 people, and they avoided them almost all the way, and the White Wolf Pope also went straight to Sessenmonde.

The second main reinforcements came from Midden, Hawke, Tarabek, and some southern electoral troops. An army of more than 15,000 troops also came directly from the southern part of Nord Kingdom. Boris Todb Ringo personally led the Teutonic guards, seized the time to rest, and prepared for the next battle.

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