Warhammer Throne

"I'll make you a sergeant now." Ryan pressed the nemesis on Bertrand's shoulders, the light blue light illuminates the room, and the white purifying fire keeps burning: "Bergerac Bandit It turns out to be a band of thieves who don't like killing. You always robbed half of the money or goods of the passing people. This is the reason why I am willing to forgive you for the past. I hope you will take your brothers to do it for yourself."

"Yes!" Bertrand kowtowed his head with tears in his eyes. Who can be a glorious sergeant, who wants to be a robber?

Ryan waved his hand, and a knight attendant returned the weapon that Bertrand had handed over to him.

Bertrand’s weapon is a sharp sword, a long bow, among which is his quiver. This quiver is made of a kind of black scaly leather. Among the many feather arrows, a black arrow is special. Eye-catching.

"This is?" Ryan focused his attention on the black arrow.

"This is the Dragon Heart Arrow, my earl." Bertrand explained to Ryan immediately: "I killed a small Yalong, and then made my quiver out of its skin, using its tendons. I made my big bow, and finally the bones, which contain great power. I used it to make three arrows, one I used when I killed the orcs, and the other one when I met the greenskin tribe. I used one during the attack, and now this one is left."

Ryan was surprised, and he turned around: "Wait, so, you are a legendary powerhouse?"

"Legendary beginner hunter, my earl." Bertrand lowered his head.

"No wonder, no wonder you are in a hurry to surrender, no wonder you have never dared to trouble my people in the Sharon Forest. You have planned to work for me a long time ago. You are just looking for an opportunity." Ryan whispered. .

"If there is a choice, who would want to be a robber? My earl, I don’t rely on surnames, gods, adventures, and weapons. I have always come here with my own hands. Step, but I know that this is the limit. My brothers and sisters can't live with me in the forest forever. The forest is full of dangers. Everyone is young and strong. Can you hold on for ten years? Twenty years? We need a way out."

"Very few people can think about their own future when they are robbers, so that's why I met you." Ryan nodded. People who have needs are right. There are only two kinds of people who don't. One is a fool. , One is the careerist who hides evil intentions.

Ryan doesn't need these two kinds of people.

"I will send someone to screen your brothers. Those who meet the requirements can choose to enter the infantry regiment or become a serf. Those who do not meet the requirements can choose to farm. Women can go to work in the textile workshops on the banks of Chinon, and orphans can be sent. Go to the Church of the Goddess of Mercy and be trained by them." Ryan ordered the matter down: "As for you, Bertrand, I plan to expand a company of archers. You can become a company commander. The treatment is equivalent to that of a sergeant!"

"Yes!"

The surrender of more than a dozen bandit groups brought a population of more than 4,000 to Ryan, and Ryan classified the robbers.

For thieves such as the Bergerac thieves that did not commit major crimes, Ryan signed a security order, ignoring their past. Among them, the bandit leaders headed by Bertrand, Hugo and Petty were also canonized. As a sergeant.

For some thieves who do not want to continue fighting, there are plenty of fields for them to cultivate.

For some robbers who committed serious crimes such as killing compatriots and merchants, Ryan sent them to mine after verifying the situation. These robbers will endure six months to five years as a miner and atone for a series of previous evil deeds. These miners work in the pit, and the earl provides them with accommodation and food, as well as five to eight copper coins a day.

After arranging everything, the wheel of time also slowly turned.

Autumn is here, and the harvest season is here. As soon as September is here, there is autumn meaning. Autumn meaning slips in at a foggy dawn, and disappears in the hot afternoon. It stands on tiptoe and passes over the top of the tree, staining it red. A leaf, and then flew across the valley in a cluster to leave.

The entire Count of Glamorgan was caught in the joy of a bumper harvest. This year, the southern part of Brittania had a bumper harvest, but the northern kingdom failed to harvest due to the long rainy season, and the kingdom’s finances were under great pressure.

But whether Bretania has a bumper harvest or not, it has nothing to do with Moussilon's vampires.

Inside Musilon Castle, Arkhan, the Lich King, thought of the tall human he encountered in the Sharon Forest at that time. He still felt lingering fears. The Lich King had been alive for thousands of years, but he had never seen anything like this. Terrible existence.

In the cold and damp Merovingen Castle, eleven black holy grail knights were standing in the castle hall, their eyes were dull, they seemed to have completely lost their vitality, like a corpse, falling asleep.

Arkhan was thinking, the blue flame in his eyes flickering.

The Lich King got news that the newly appointed Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Makado, was about to get engaged. The engagement ceremony was very simple, and only a few people with the best connections attended.

Arkhan had already given up the idea of ​​messing up. Since seeing those terrifying existences in the Sharon Forest, the Lich King vowed that he would never go to Lane's territory again.

too frightening.

"Damn Ryan Makado, I curse you! You will never get an heir, you will never face the moonlight, and whenever it is dark, you will always endure the pain of the worms!" The Lich King released a vicious curse , And then he completely gave up his plan to disrupt Ryan's engagement ceremony.

Manfred put his hands on his chest, and it took the Count of Vampires a few months to recover from the horrific wounds that Ryan caused him. Even so, he laughed at Arkhan: "Master's most loyal servant, Musilon's The army lost more than 70%. The original more than one hundred blood knights are now less than 30. Mojianna is currently missing. Your plan has completely failed. You really want to resurrect the master? How do I feel about you Acting in the opposite direction?"

"Shut up! Manfred!" Ackhan said calmly, "I think I have encountered some kind of extremely terrible existence."

"Extremely terrible? Was it Charlemagne who became a god? Or did you see the deity of Bitch in the lake? That **** was willing to come to the world? Or is this just an excuse for your defeat? Just like you have always been? "Manfred is still mocking Ackhan, as if only through this means can he cover up his own shameful failure.

"It's like you led dozens of blood knights but couldn't keep Ryan and several of his companions. Not only did you let them run away, but you were also seriously injured?" Arkhan also sneered ruthlessly.

Manfred was also angry. Almost at the same time, Arkhan and Manfred stopped their taunts.

The cold and humid Merovingian Castle fell into silence again, leaving only a group of undead undead moving slowly.

Seeing Ackhan's silence, Manfred first spoke: "So... the most loyal servant of the master, what are you going to do next? The Red Duke is dead. We failed to resurrect him three times. He really died. NS."

"...We should change our plan, Manfred, the whereabouts of the Lake God Witch is unknown, and our current strength is not enough to bring her back to sacrifice." Arkhan shook his head: "The plan needs to be changed."

Manfred smiled sarcastically, the Count Dracula didn't object, he just said that I was listening.

"I'm going to find the Necromancer Heinrich Kemler. Go to the Skaven City in the south and find a way to get the Sword of Nagash collected by the Skaven Rat. Let's split up. "Arkhan said to Manfred: "There is no longer a need to stay at Moussilon, and staying any longer is a waste of time."

"..." Manfred was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

He didn't want to waste time here anymore.

"Fuck!" A strong wind blew outside the castle, and Manfred hesitated for a while, as if thinking about something: "So...what's the matter with Moussilon?"

"Leave it all to Matthew Bard." Akhan's face had no expression, or whether he had any expression or not was the skull face.

"A boy in his twenties? What can he do?"

"A hairy boy in his twenties can seriously hurt you and force you to rest for three months, Manfred, don't question my decision." Arkhan repeated tirelessly.

The Lich King must have moved something on Mathieubad. Many vicious thoughts flashed through Manfred's heart. He would find a way to learn the secret of Mathieubad and then claim it as Already.

But not now.

...

In the autumn night, heavy rain poured down, and lightning roared in the sky, tearing apart the deep night sky.

The sound of heavy rain slapped the windows continuously, which made people feel a little irritable. Under heavy rain, the room is usually very hot and stuffy, so the people in the room turned on the air conditioner.

A cool breeze blew out of the air conditioner, expelling the sultry environment.

"Thank you, count, I feel better." Kingdom Knight Armand let out a sigh of relief, and he felt much more comfortable: "Things went well, count, you didn't go to the scene, I really have to compliment us. Trading partners, although the number of wood elves is very small, the quality of individual soldiers in turn is really much better than our soldiers."

"I won't go out personally again and again. It's a good start for you to solve the problem yourself." Ryan nodded.

Yes, this year Lane's territory once again ushered in a bumper harvest under the influence of the tower of the fairy in the lake. As long as the serfs worked hard, they collected a lot more grain than in previous years. Because of the change from ten taxes to seven taxes , The hard-working serfs have a much better life than in previous years.

However, not every serf benefited, and lazy people suffered.

Some serfs were unwilling to work hard, nor were they willing to join the earl’s infantry regiment to receive assiduous training. They complained that the lord was a greedy vampire, jealous of the good harvests of other hardworking serfs.

They started to make trouble because their income was reduced. Under the encouragement of certain forces, many serfs tried to attack the barn to grab grain, steal grain from the neighbors, or tried to attack shops and knights' houses.

At first, Ryan issued a strict ban on this kind of behavior, but this kind of thing was endless, and then under the guidance of some caring people, a rebellion took place, and more than two hundred serfs gathered under the call of several "travelers". , Launched a rebellion.

However, Ryan was prepared.

Kingdom knights Armand and Olivier led six hundred armies to be dispatched. There were also a small number of wood elves participating in this conflict. For this war, Ryan's instructions to Armand were only a few words.

"Not subject to surrender."

So in a small-scale encounter, the count’s army wiped out more than two hundred rebellious serfs, and the river was stained with blood. Facing the 600 regular army composed of more than 20 knights, the rebellious serfs were destined to be unable to win. After a charge, a conflict is over, and all that is left is massacre.

No matter how the rebel serfs pleaded, Armand refused to accept the surrender. The count’s banner officer ordered all the rebel serfs to be beheaded for public display. The riots in the territory finally quieted down, and no serfs dared to complain or make trouble.

"It's found out that those travelers who are calling on the serfs to make trouble are their plans?" Ryan looked at the heavy rain outside, and the count only had fierce eyes in his eyes.

"It was found out. We caught two'travelers'. Through Miss Olica’s various interrogation methods and Miss Teresa’s magic, we learned that these two travellers received a commission. One was from Burley. Ang’s nobles commissioned several people to do this. They sneaked into the territory, spread various gossips, and encouraged the serfs to rise up against the earl." Armand frowned: "People are controlled by us, earl, what do you plan to do next? Do?"

"..." Ryan frowned. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "For the time being, don't do anything. More than two hundred heads are enough. If Your Excellency Theodoric is a wise man, he will naturally I know what to do. If I dare to do this, then the dear Duke must have arranged a way out. The two people caught cannot explain the problem."

"Yes!" Armand stepped back, leaving Ryan alone in front of the window.

The rain is still falling.

"It's such an unflattering neighbor. The southerners in his own territory didn't get out. Now they are focusing on my territory." Ryan sneered a few times, but then he shook his head again, but he didn't reach that level. When they turned their faces with Theodoric, the little movements between the nobles were little movements, putting on the table to make a big noise, just like a child who wants sugar to eat is immature.

On the contrary, Theodoric's small actions were still a little impatient, which instead allowed Ryan to eliminate the restless factors in his own territory, so Ryan felt that this should be a temptation.

"Ryan, my champion~" At this time, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"My lady?" Ryan said in surprise.

"Come on, come to my tower~" The fairy in the lake's bright and moving voice was unstoppably tired: "I have something to tell you..." I want to chat with more like-minded people, follow on WeChat "Youdu" Literature", talk about life, find friends~