Warhammer Throne

"Duke, we should go now, the whole Noor is waiting for you." Noor General Marshal Erstein said to Emilia solemnly.

Emilia reluctantly glanced at Ryan’s territory for the last time. There were green mountains, green mountains and vibrant farmland, where serfs were harvesting winter wheat. Ryan’s knights came, and they lined up in a neat line. To pay tribute to Emilia taking off her hat.

No one thought that the head maid of the earl would be the elector of the empire, but everyone gave Emilia the highest degree of respect after learning about it. The knights admired people with persistence and responsibility. Emilia has been working as a maid for Ryan for more than eight years.

Now, Emilia must return to the empire. There, there are her vassals and her subjects. They need Emilia, and Emilia must perform her duties. She is the elector after all. The last bloodline of the family.

Suria is here, Teresa is here, Veronica is also here, there are also the dark elf Orika and the lake **** witch Mogiana who rarely go out.

Of course, what caught Emilia’s attention most was the count with a touch of sadness and a smile on his face. Time flies. When the elite army of the Nur armored army surrounded him, the twenty-five-year-old Emilia was there. There, looking affectionately, it vaguely revealed what he looked like when he first saw Ryan at the age of seventeen.

When I saw him at the time, he was just a knight of the Kingdom of Nord, an ordinary member of the White Wolf Knights!

The legendary story along the way, Emilia is a witness to Ryan and the countless epics he created. Emilia originally thought she could be a loyal spectator and kept watching, but the time of parting finally came, and the eyes of the Duchess were full of With tears, the light played the serenade of going home. She tried to recall how she was at the marina in Marienburg eight years ago, packing up her bags and setting off, and following Ryan home.

Emilia turned slowly, she motioned to the Nur Iron Armored Army and the Knights of the Order to clear the way, and walked to Ryan. The man’s face showed a petting smile, and he reached out and held Emily. Ya's shoulder, pat twice.

The duke clenched her teeth. She knew how fragile she was when facing this man. As long as he spoke, as long as he begged to stay, she would be willing to abandon everything and stay by his side, even if she was a nameless person for a lifetime. The maid of the point.

He didn't. On the contrary, Ryan meant very clearly that how to choose depends on her, no matter what decision she made, he would support it.

But this is the hero of mankind in her mind. Ryan is a man saturated with a sense of responsibility and mission. He is a model of chivalry, the champion of the lake fairies, and a model for all knights.

If Ryan really begged Emilia to stay like a head licking a dog, she would look down on him instead.

"... Finally I have to say thank you, Ryan, thank you, without you, there would be no me now." Emilia came to Ryan, and the Duchess Nur finally said: "I will always be yours. Little Maid Emilia, my man."

After speaking, Emilia stood on tiptoe and kissed Ryan's mouth lightly, and then the Duchess left without looking back.

Nur’s army left in front of Ryan. Ryan watched the army go away in a daze. The count sighed. Emilia’s choice to leave also meant that she would abandon her current stable and leisurely life and choose to She plunged into the political whirlpool of Noor. At present, Emilia has no shortage of opposition in the imperial court. Both the electorate and the Grand Duke of Wesson are represented on behalf of her, even though she holds the elector’s holy sword "Western "Fire", this time going back must be a **** storm.

But this is her choice, and Ryan has no right to interfere.

"Let's go, let's go back." Ryan turned around. Today, his backyard is very neat. Except for the sneaky lake fairies who didn't know what they were planning recently, all the women who had been related to him came. .

The first two witches, Teresa and Veronica, have been busy with magic experiments recently, and then Morgia, the lake **** witch is sending people to investigate Musilon, she is trying to understand the whereabouts of the Holy Grail of the potion through divination.

What remained was Su Liya and Olica. The female knight walked gently to Ryan and took his arm with her hand, gently comforting her somewhat stunned husband: "It's not that I will never see you again, wait until time. Appropriate, we can go to Noor to see Emilia together, she has already built the teleportation formation, just waiting for Ms. Elspeth to activate over there."

"Actually, Emilia left at an inappropriate time." Ryan shook his head. He motioned for the knights to disband, and then turned to return to the winery: "But there is no way. It is indeed the agreed time. Nuer has already It’s been long enough."

"Master, she has it." The dark elf's words were quite straightforward. Olica slanted her eyes, her tone was not very pleasant: "Really, the master has been with her recently."

"Emilia is about to leave after all. I should give her more time. I can only blame myself for being unsatisfied..." Su Liya was holding her abdomen very bitterly. After more than a year of marriage, Ryan and She has been together for the longest time, and the spirit pattern has matured a long time ago, but she just didn't move.

At the same time, the female knight still has a faint sense of crisis in her heart. If Emilia gives birth to an eldest son, then because of the identities of both parties, this child must be a legitimate illegitimate child recognized by everyone with noble status! If you can't give birth to a child, does that mean that Ryan's title will be inherited by Emilia's children in the future? !

"Don't worry, Su Liya, Emilia's children will only inherit the title of Emilia, and in the future all my titles will be inherited by our children." Ryan saw Su Liya's worry and he laughed. He said, "You can rest assured that I don't die so easily."

Su Liya's face was flushed, and the female knight whispered: "I am not worried about this. What I am worried about is what if... I can't give birth?"

"No, Emilia... It's just special." Ryan vomited: "Her spirit veins matured three weeks ago, and only a few days later... She has it immediately."

"Master, why is Emilia so easy to have?" the dark elf also asked curiously.

"Because there is no violent magic element in her body, the whole process is relatively easy." Ryan shook his head: "You are all different, Olica, you have a lot of dark magic mana in your body, and Su Liya's body Accumulated a lot of lady's supernatural power."

The female knight and the dark maid suddenly realized, especially Su Liya, the female knight blushed and wondered whether the goddess has possessed too often recently?

"Okay, let's not talk about it, Emilia is lucky, you will all have it." Ryan signaled that they should go back, and there are still many things for the earl to deal with.

…………I am the dividing line in dealing with internal affairs…………

The old world, east of Bretania, gray mountains, valleys below the black stone stronghold.

The expedition knight Kalad was sighing at the extraordinary craftsmanship of the dwarves.

Beneath the peak of the gray mountains, there are tracts of farmland being reclaimed. More than two thousand serfs are working hard to make atonement for what they have done. While thanking the Duke of Hagen for his magnanimity, they worked hard at the same time.

The dwarves of the Angland clan only established a few outposts to completely control the valley. Each outpost only stationed 5-10 dwarves. These dwarves rely on elite firearms and various defense equipment to resist. An army of thousands of people!

And if the dwarves at the outposts judge that there is an enemy that cannot be confronted, then these outposts will ignite the beacon, and the dwarven army living inside will go out to fight and give the enemy a fatal blow. The knights of the Principality of Gisoleaux nearby Seeing the beacon will immediately launch a battle.

At the same time, some of the actions of the dwarves made Kalad an eye-opener. In the face of these unarmed fugitives, Bellegar ordered his subordinates to train them to learn basic spear thrusts and use some simple hand crossbows. The dwarves’ hand crossbows were too easy to use. Serfs only need to learn to reload, aim, and pull the trigger. This kind of brain damage tutorial allows the serfs to get started quickly and even exerts a certain effect.

The expedition knight faintly realized why the serfs in Lane territory had considerable fighting power.

It's a pity that time doesn't wait for me. Kalad can't stay in this place for too long. In order to continue to win the attention and pity of the lady, he must set off. The human army led by Sir Bertrand has even left two weeks ago.

Picking up his Excalibur Durandale, riding on his Emma Galipa, he cleaned his tattered burqa. To Karad's delight, Bellegar let his runesmith Srudd- The Honest One helped him recast his knight’s plate armor, and added three runes on it to protect this mighty expeditionary knight. Out of the friendship that once fought side by side at La-Mesennere Abbey, the dwarves only The cost of Kalad and the reward of three hundred gold crowns are already very conscientious for the dwarves.

After a long expedition, Kalad had a good savings. The equipment and horse were the life of the knight, and he paid the money without hesitation.

Putting on his armor and stepping on his horse, Kalad bid farewell to the dwarves and the serfs in the valley, and embarked on an expedition alone.

The Holy Grail expedition was lonely. After three hours, the people and towns of the world had left Karad. Now the deserted wilderness is left for the expedition knights. The time has come to April, Gisoleaux Some parts of the Principality are still snowing. Kalad suspects that this snow is the last struggle of winter, but there is no doubt that the world is indeed snowing softly.

In Karad’s perspective, you can occasionally see some barren farmland, yes, occasionally, but he looked up, and there were few serfs working in the farmland. Obviously, the harm that Kemmler brought to the duchy would not be After disappearing in such a short period of time, Karad even doubted whether the damage brought by the necromancer to this land could be healed, but in any case, Kemler was dead, and the life of the serfs and nobles would eventually go on.

this is life.

What makes Kalad feel weird is that the merchants gathered like sharks smelling blood. Along the way, he encountered many caravans, all planning to go to the new trading post to trade. They carried animal skins, fine wine and The horses were exchanged for the weapons and equipment produced by the dwarves and the dark beer and grain produced by the empire.

This gives this land more or less some vitality.

The caravans are all escorted by the army, some are the troops of the Principality of Gisoleaux, and some are the escorts of the merchants themselves. While the security in the wilderness can be guaranteed, Kalad feels annoyed. If so, how can he do it? Can you give enough tribute to the lady?

He decided to stay away from the crowd.

Gradually approaching the Arden Forest, Kalad finally saw his prey as he wished. Amidst the hoofs of the expedition knight, a panicked woman was running wildly in the woods, trying to stay away from him.

Karad immediately confirmed what the other party was. She was wearing a stained green robe and a pointed wizard hat. Seeing the figure of the expedition knight, the woman screamed and ran wildly between the woods. Her expression was full of fear. The magic power was released involuntarily, forming a green wave in the air, and her long gray hair was filled with the smell of curse. She tried to rush down the hillside, intending to disappear into the depths of the forest.

This is a wild mage! She is a female wild mage who has awakened her magical talent without systematic training! Karad knew that among the people, they had an unwritten uniform name, that is, the witch.

Karad has only recently seen a witch hunting in the river valley under the Blackstone stronghold. The witch was tied to the stake and waited for the flame to be purified. As a result, the witch was not afraid of the flame. She released a sharp laugh at the stake. Controlling the flames to attack the serfs, cursing loudly at everyone and warning them that they would definitely come back and destroy this land.

Then the dwarf's cannon immediately blasted the witch into scum.

In this world, the witch is not synonymous with primary productivity and goodness. Under the pollution of chaos and corruption, every wild wizard who has not been systematically trained will sooner or later become a chaos wizard, and eventually become a chaos demon into the mortal world. door.

"Evil creature, chaotic running dog, die!" Calad kicked his horse in the belly with a spur, the pure blood elf war horse screamed through the woodland, and the horse's hoof stomped on the snow-covered muddy ground, dense branches. Calad lost her sight, the witch chanted a spell, the thorns and spikes that grew wildly almost surrounded Calad,

She almost succeeded.

"For... Madam!" The expedition knight clenched the long sword in both hands, and the branches that entangled him seemed to become empty. The sword Durandale burst out with the light of the lake god, and Calade released endless His anger and curses, those obstacles that bothered him were chopped to pieces with a few swords, and he drove the horse vigorously. Calade motioned to his horse for the final sprint: "Solve her!"

In the witch’s fearful scream, the war horse passed through the deep woods like a thunder and lightning. Durandell accurately tore the thorns and spikes. At this time, the expedition knight’s superb swordsmanship had a perfect opportunity to show off, the witch Durandale’s spine was smoothly cut open by Durandale’s sword. With a flash of cold light, her deadly head fell to the ground. The headless corpse ran for two more steps, fell into a piece of mud, twitched slightly, and then disappeared. movement.

"Huh!" Kalad got off the horse full of disgust. He carefully observed the witch's body, knowing that he met only a small character. If this level of tribute can satisfy the fairy in the lake, then the Holy Grail The expedition will not be so difficult. The expedition knight knelt on one knee, prayed to the lady and told of his trivial victory, and then planned to continue to set off to find his next goal.

However, the prayer was not over, and there was a sound of horseshoes in the depths of the forest.

A full-body green figure appeared in front of Karad. He was riding on a tall war horse, wearing a peculiar green armor, and surrounded by ivy. He was green light, but exuding endless majesty.

"You are?!"