Warhammer Throne

PS. Please forgive me for asking for a day off tomorrow on New Year's Day.

PS2. Happy New Year's Eve to all friends who read this book!

How much combat power a mercenary group can have is generally distinguished by comparing it with the regular army.

When the combat power of a mercenary group exceeds a standard earl’s army (the standard earl’s maximum mobilization is composed of 60 knights, 500 cavalry, 1,500 swordsmen or archers, etc. Spearmen and peasants are not included), mercenary regiments are generally called mercenaries.

Of course no mercenaries will appear in places like Nord. Such poor villages cannot support powerful mercenaries, nor do the Empire and Bretania, because they have stronger knights as a standing army.

Only in Marienburg or the southern countries are mercenaries rampant, such as Marienburg’s Iris Guard. This army is composed of more than 6,000 cavalry and more than 10,000 infantry. It is the main guard of Marienburg. strength.

It is worth noting that a knight should not be confused with a cavalry. A knight is a knighthood, a title, and a guarantee of combat effectiveness. The cavalry is just a general term for soldiers riding on horses.

A standard knight unit consists of several horseback guards and even trainee knights, as well as multiple knight guards.

"Of course it can't be compared." Estelle smiled disapprovingly. The half-elf was also someone who had seen big scenes: "Noord will not have a mercenary group of that level, Mr. Lane."

Oliver saw that Ryan was interested in the Grey Blade Mercenary Group: "Mr. Ryan wants to know about Bilger?"

"Bilger'Grey Blade' is indeed quite famous." Ryan rode on the horse, calculating in his heart.

The blood axe mercenary group has lost too much, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Teresa has brought disaster to this ordinary mercenary group. Boris's injury has not been completely healed yet-even Ryan doubts whether it can be completely healed.

With the loss of Boris, the deputy commander Wilt had to shoulder the heavy burden. A mercenary group has only one elite rank and there are two elite ranks. Mutual assistance is not a concept, especially when the mercenary group has already interacted with the Beasts. In the case of heavy blood loss in combat.

Teresa was unconscious about this, but Ryan knew that the Blood Axe Mercenary Group was unreliable. If he wanted to go south, he had to consider the combat effectiveness of the Grey Blade.

No matter how strong he is, he is alone. The empire used to have a very powerful knight. Relying on his own strength, he announced 28 kinds of complicated tax collection items in his knight manor, forcing the peasants. We can't live.

In the end, the powerful knight was rushed into his house by the farmers, then tied to the scarecrow in the field, and burned to a corpse.

So is this knight not strong enough? Was he attacked?

No, this knight is very strong. He blocked the door and killed dozens of mobs.

But everyone is tired. For example, even if a hundred non-resisting pigs are put there to kill this knight, he will probably be tired enough in the end.

Ryan must also try his best to avoid this situation. He is neither invincible nor untired, he is also human.

Between coming and going, the place for the banquet arrived.

The evening banquet was held in the long house of the lord of Willard. At night, the sky was completely dark. The gate of the two-story lord’s long house was greatly opened, and the torches on the side of the road illuminate the snowy road. Several trainees Well-equipped guards guarded the door, and a whole roasted lamb was hung on the fire at the door, and the golden grease dripped drop by drop in the fire, sparking everywhere.

It smelled quite fragrant~ Ryan laughed with joy when he saw a guard watched the fat lamb and took a sip of water.

His smile immediately greeted the attention of the guards: "Good evening! Mr. Lane! Please come in! Lord Lord is already waiting for you inside!"

"Good evening~" Ryan handed the reins of his pine cone (his horse's name) to the guard's hand, and walked inwardly.

Oliver and others also wanted to follow him in, but they were immediately stopped by the cold halberd: "This gentleman, please show me the invitation letter!"

A sullen expression flashed across Oliver's chubby face, and then he immediately showed a standard commercial smile. He took out a note with the lord's ring from his white bear fur coat and sent it to the guard's hand: "Okay. Yes, sir."

This invitation letter is very valuable, and it took Oliver some work.

The guard swept away the respect before, and the expression on his face became arrogant and rude. After confirming that the commandment was correct, he handed the invitation letter back to Oliver's hand: "Keep your hands and feet clean, profiteers, don't make trouble in it, otherwise Don't blame my halberd for drinking your blood!"

"Well, you guys go in!"

Ester clenched his fist subconsciously, but Matz patted him on the shoulder when he saw it, and shook his head.

What happened later, Ryan didn’t know. When he walked into the long house, he found that it was already full of people. The large wooden table was full of food, from simple breads and stews to roast chicken and some rare things. The servants constantly used iron tableware to bring out all kinds of food. The guests sat on the long wooden chairs and drank barley wine in earthenware cups and mugs. They were so happy.

"Cheers to the victory of the pier!"

"Cheers to the prosperity of Karzenhaven!"

"Cheers to the great lord Villard!"

"For...whatever he does, in short, today, let us enjoy the happy hour!"

Most of the people here are soldiers who participated in today’s battle at the docks. Many of them were even wrapped in bandages, but this couldn’t stop them from swigging, and a small number of them were invited, such as... Lady standing at the door.

"Theresa?"

"Ryan! Are you here?" The sorcerer seemed to have an instinctive revulsion to such a scene, so she just stood at the door with her staff and did not move, but Ryan was just looking at Teresa's dress and couldn't stop herself. There is a sense of surprise.

In any sense, Teresa is a standard beauty, especially her dress today-a classic silk dress with carved canary flowers is worn on a woman's body, and her shoulders are draped in a white fox coat. A pair of creamy white pointed strap high-heeled shoes with sapphires inlaid toe, shining in the long house.

A pair of black ultra-thin stockings are wrapped around the woman's calf, and her smooth skin is even more beautiful through a layer of hazy stockings.

Silk stockings~ Ryan stared at the woman's stockings calf twice more.

There is really money in the house of the Sorceress.

Silk stockings are an invention of alchemy. This kind of alchemy product popular among women is an out-and-out luxury. The original silk stockings can only be made using unicorns from the fairy sacred place in Lake Brittany. The fluff, or the best spider silk from the gloomy region, can be used for alchemy synthesis. The luxury goods that can modify the figure, protect the skin, and conceal some shortcomings have become the aristocratic women's crazy pursuit and love. Of high-end goods.

It’s only in recent years that the Empire has finally made some breakthroughs in this field. I don’t know why, the Imperial Academy of Engineering also has the ability to produce a small amount of stockings, but the Emperor Franz-Fredrich ordered the prohibition of technology spreading to the market every year. The number of silk stockings is always very small. For example, Ryan remembers that his adoptive mother finally spent twelve gold dinars to get one. The baby is very good, and only wears it when participating in major events.

Ryan’s eyes naturally attracted the attention of the female warlock. She found that the man’s eyes were on her calves and feet. Teresa’s slender eyebrows raised: "You don’t know that staring at a lady like this looks very good. Not a gentleman? Mr. Lane, the White Wolf Knight?"

"No, I was thinking about what you are doing at the door, don't you go in and find a seat?" Ryan asked curiously.

I don’t know why, seeing this man didn’t say much about her dress, the female warlock was secretly dissatisfied with her. This dissatisfaction was quickly put into her tongue: "After watching for so long, don’t you plan to say something? ?"

"Uh, you are the one who doesn't let me stare, and you are the one who wants me to stare at, dear Teresa, you make me very difficult to do this." Ryan said helplessly. He took a deep breath and his face changed. Seriously: "I can't find words to describe your beauty. I can only say that you are particularly charming today. Miss Teresa Trovik, can you be lucky enough to lead you to this banquet?"

"Hey~ If those men can talk like you, the communication between our Jialan and them may be much easier." The sorcerer was finally satisfied.

"Cut~ If you Jialan can put away this kind of incomprehensible way of getting along, the communication between us and you will be much easier." Ryan vomited mercilessly.

"I know, I know, I'm already changing... Is there any quiet place? The smell inside the house is a bit heavy, and the voice is a bit loud." Teresa followed the man towards the house: "I don't want to follow They huddled together, and you came a little later than I thought."

"Yes, something happened temporarily. Come with me." Ryan led Teresa towards the inside. The longhouse was very deep, and rows of tables and chairs were full of soldiers and local officials. Today The **** battle at the pier made most people know this small up-and-coming star, everyone raised their glasses to him, Ryan raised his left hand and smiled, indicating that he heard it.

At the end, Willard and his wife were sitting at the longest table at the innermost point. Besides, seeing Ryan's arrival, the over 50-year-old lord stood up: "Important guest is here! I am here. Let me introduce to you, this is my friend "Bald" Norman's son, "Sledgehammer" Lane! He is also our hero today, and the hero who can win the Battle of the Wharf today! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" A silver wine glass full of wine circulates in the hands of everyone at the long table. Everyone takes a sip after receiving the glass. When Ryan takes Teresa to sit down on the side of the long table, the guard chief Lao Lao Ritz just handed the silver wine glass to Ryan's hand: "Mr. Ryan, please~"

"Thank you~" Ryan took the wine glass and took a sip.

When Teresa saw that Ryan had finished drinking, she seemed to be about to pass the wine glass. Her face was green. This silver wine glass has been passed around on this dining table. God knows how many stinky men's saliva was on her, she subconsciously Retract back.

"Hahahaha~" Ryan laughed, instead of handing the cup to Teresa, but over her, handing the cup to the next person, and helping the female warlock explain: "She never drinks much, because of this Not conducive to concentration."

The caster must concentrate on casting the spell, and Ryan's statement is correct.

After several rounds of drinking, Villard gave an order to start the banquet freely. Almost everyone stood up and toasted in twos and threes. Everyone talked loudly about a series of recent events, from commodity prices. What has been popular in the upper class recently has been involved in the war against the northern barbarians.

"No way, Nord's custom is like this. Mr. Willard wants to show off his set of silverware, so according to the custom, everyone has to take a drink from the glass." Ryan was pulling Teresa and biting her ear: "Relax, I know you don't like it."

"Oh~ I've had enough. I really regret coming to this banquet. I even dressed up for it." The female warlock's high heels were thin and long, and she stood behind Ryan: " Oh my God, there are only three fireplaces in such a big room..."

"Is it cold?" Ryan led her to a fireplace. The two men who had been cooking by the fireplace immediately stepped away knowingly, and gave up the position against the fireplace to two people.

"Sometimes this is the case. We need a reason to gather everyone together. A business, a sale, and even some tacit agreements and contracts are negotiated in this environment." Ryan arbitrarily from the side of the dinner plate. A chicken leg was broken off from the roast chicken, and half of it was bitten off in one bite: "I'll go over there and take a look, you can rest."

"I know better than you!" Teresa watched the man walk away, and continued to lean against the fireplace. Her body did not recover. Today's dress was really cold, especially when she was naked without wearing boots. Although the calves and jade feet outside are wrapped in silk stockings, they are nothing more than nothing.

It's just that her quiet time didn't last long, and it was soon broken: "Beautiful lady, can you buy you a drink?"

The woman raised her head a little displeased.

Surprisingly, the one standing in front of her...Is it a handsome guy. He has blue eyes, a high nose, and the lines on his face look very harmonious. The black middle is tied into a small ponytail, and one eye is banded. Wearing a round frame lens, the whole person is wearing an imperial noble costume, loose shirt, tights, fashionable shoes, and a hat with white feathers on it.

Before Teresa could respond, he began to introduce himself: "It's an honor to introduce myself. My name is Ike, Ike Albrecht, from the Empire, you just call me Ike. "

"Well, Mr. Ike, my name is Teresa, Teresa Trovik, thank you for your kindness, but..."

"I think I have to introduce myself to you, Ms. Teresa!" Who knows that this handsome guy didn't give the female warlock a chance to refuse, and said to himself: "I'm a knight... Okay. , A trainee knight, but I already have my own horse and armor, and a family crest, look!"

After speaking, Ike gave his family crest to the sorcerer. On his family crest, a dove with a feather arrow flew over a kite shield.

"Thank you Mr. Ike, but I am now..."

"Tell you about my splendid deeds! Beautiful Miss Teresa! My story is long after speaking. The most famous thing is that I participated in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle three years ago. In the war, following the white wolf knights, they launched an assault against the nasty group of barbarians..." The handsome guy immediately gushed about his glorious history.

That's it! Encountered a difficult person! Teresa rolled her eyes, and the female warlock's thin high-heeled heels circled the wooden floor of the house...