Warhammer Throne

"Times have changed, my lord."

When the gun workshop in Lane's territory was finally completed, the earl held a long-tube blunderbus produced in the workshop and stroked the dark barrel and wooden butt. Lane exclaimed: "The age of firearms It is imperative. We need to form a new force. Firearms are a weapon against the Beastmen and Greenskins."

His chief butler Katzenberg, tax chief Gasparton and Baron Devin Hux, Ugol archer captain Mikoyan Ivanovich Govorov, and Sorceress Teresa Standing by his side.

The Dwarf Gun Workshop has been completely built, and what Ryan holds in his hand is a standard long-tube blunderbuss.

The method of this firecracker is very simple, it is composed of an ignition device, a lead wire, a barrel, and a butt. The long tube firecracker is powerful, easy to use, simple, rough and effective.

This will be Ryan's standard equipment for building the Musketeer in the future.

"My earl, are you planning to form a musketeer team?" The Devin Baron Hex wore a kite helmet, and the scars on his face looked grim.

"Why not?" Ryan skillfully manipulated the long-tube firecracker, washed, reloaded, and ignited, and then pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" The long tube firecracker shot a lead pill and hit the mound three meters away from the target.

"Puff~" The female warlock couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth.

Ryan's old face was a little red. He pretended that nothing happened, but changed the subject unnaturally: "You know, I'm not very good at using this... Ivan, is the pension all in place?"

"It's all sent down, my earl." The big captain Ugol said loudly, "Thank you earl for his generosity."

"You fight, we pay, this is just a business, you help me fight the enemy, I pay enough remuneration and pensions, it is fair." Ryan changed the subject with the opportunity: "Yes, I heard you Keith Loew is also equipped with all firearms?"

"Yes, in order to equip our army with all firearms, the Czarinas almost went bankrupt." Ivan smiled bitterly after hearing this: "In order to import firearms from the empire and recruit engineers, the previous Tsar almost emptied the entire treasury. The family has also paid an extremely heavy price, but the Kislov army in the south has indeed been equipped with firearms on a large scale. The firearms are extremely destructive against green skin and chaotic evil objects, at least much more powerful than bows and arrows. In exchange, Up to now, the Tsars still owe a huge sum of money to the imperial royal family, and it will take more than 80 years to pay it off."

"Look, since Mrs. Keesler has chosen to emptied every gold coin in the treasury, why can't we form a musket team?" Ryan said with a musket in his hand and smiled.

Hex studied at the Imperial Academy for a while. The new baron knew the power of firearms. Seeing Ryan's determination, he nodded dullly: "Of course I know the power of gunpowder, count, but I am worried. You will be severely opposed to doing so."

"There has never been such a precedent, earl." The butler Katzenberg also raised an objection: "Give firearms to serfs? This is crazy."

Some people objected to Ryan’s expectation. The earl himself motioned everyone to come outside the gun workshop. He played with the long-tube blunderbuss in his hand. Ryan’s face was very determined. He said to Katzenberg: “But I think , Now is the best time."

"The best time?" Katzenberg said suspiciously.

Ryan explained his thoughts to everyone.

At the beginning, Ryan did not have the conditions to spend a few thousand gold kronor to build a gun workshop. The production cost of a gun is only 8 gold kronor, so the formation of a gun team with 100 guns will cost about one thousand gold kronor, plus For the training ammunition and considering the bombing and scrapping, he must prepare at least 1,300 gold crowns.

After that, just as Katzenberg feared, due to the rebellion of the northern serfs, it was difficult for the nobles to hand this murder weapon into the hands of the serfs. If Ryan dared to take the risk of forming serfs while the serf rebellion continued. Musketeer, he will face condemnation from the nobles of the whole kingdom.

That is not the right time either.

But after the Siege of Montferre, the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold, and the Battle of La-Messenel Abbey, Lane believes that the time to form a Musketeer is ripe.

After several wars, at least the knights in the southern part of the kingdom have fully experienced the power of firearms. The knight masters are not really stupid. After witnessing it with their own eyes, the voice of opposition is bound to be much smaller, at least not because of opposition. be opposed to.

As for the most fierce opposition to Ryan, King Richard, Vulcade, Duke of Montfort, and Casvan, Duke of Pallaon, have all lost their opposition. Richard has delegated military and political power to Duke Connet. Well, after Ryan and François formed a knightly army to solve Kemler's threat once and for all, if Richard comes out to oppose it, it is very likely that all the dukes affected by Kemler will counterattack collectively.

Ryan saved Vulkad's life, and even cooperated with him on the trading post. He had no objection, and he himself temporarily hired a lot of the Imperial Free Militia to defend his castle.

Casvan must also thank Ryan for his contribution. If he hadn't blocked Kemler, the Principality of Pallaon might have to face the blade of the Undead Army.

"I have no plan to hand this weapon to the serf." Ryan clenched the barrel of the gun with both hands, and he continued: "I plan to order the recruitment of recruits from all the freedmen's families and form the freedmen's firearms team."

Katzenberg breathed a sigh of relief. Freedmen were promoted only after they showed loyalty in the war. It is more reassuring to hand firearms to them than to serfs. The butler thought for a while and continued: "If so , The resistance we have to face will be much smaller, but it means a lot of extra expenses, count, the formation of a new standing army is a big expense."

"It will be worth it." Of course, Lane knew the power of firearms. Whether a musket or a crossbow was better. This was a topic that the dwarves spent two thousand years arguing about. Lane didn't dare to say that the musketeers must be better than the longbowmen and crossbowmen. , But there must be.

"In addition to this standard long-barreled gun, the gun workshop can also produce standard dwarven hand guns, slow-fire dwarven shotguns, and the best continuous-fire guns, which are used by the imperial pioneers. The kind of hand gun that can shoot several bullets in a row.” Ryan went on to introduce: "Especially the best quality Dwarf Seiko rune four-shot hand gun, matched with mercury bullets. Brother Angelang said it would be good after using it!"

"Oh! That must be a big killer, Ryan, I think I need one~" Sorceress Teresa's eyes lit up after listening, and she said to Ryan's ear: "Give me a hand, okay? ?"

"Two hundred gold crowns~Shenghui." Ryan laughed loudly. Seeing the earl laughed, everyone laughed happily. The female warlock gave Ryan a hygienic eye and placed it on the table unreasonably. He took the finished product directly, and then moved his long legs and disappeared outside the workshop.

Her wizard tower is about to be completed. Recently, she has been busy checking the completion of the project. Today the female warlock just happened to pass by and take a look.

It is said that her mother Aurora is preparing to organize a large witch delegation to visit Ryan's territory, but there is no news that the mission has been assembled or is ready to set off. If so, the sorceress will definitely tell Ryan the first time. , So Ryan is not in a hurry.

Speaking of it, it's been a long time since Anglang's brother went to the south, and Ryan's mind reminiscent of Anglang's body.

...

The old world, Tyrell, the swamp west of Milagliano, the place where the legendary city "Titus" disappeared.

A tall Hippogryph is flying above the sky, the Hippogryph is full of cargo, and the Primarch of the World Devourer is overlooking this muddy swamp.

This swamp is called the "withered swamp" and is located to the west of Milagrino. This swamp has always been synonymous with mystery. All attempts to establish villages and colonies in this swamp have failed because of all migrations. The people and their buildings will disappear completely.

Yes, it disappeared completely, the entire village disappeared in a complete sense, and nothing was left.

In Tyrell’s legend, there was the most glorious civilization in this swamp, Titus, where dwarves and humans formed a powerful country and continued to prosper. They planned to build a tower to showcase their Strength and glory and gratitude to the gods.

Strangely, it took hundreds of years and the tower could not be completed, until a man in a robe brought his own design and added a big clock to the top of the tower. A week later, the tower was finally built. NS.

The bell rang in Titus thirteen times, and the entire city embarked on a path of destruction. All humans and dwarves were submerged by the rat tide. There were no survivors. Titus disappeared in history. It has become a forbidden zone and a deserted place.

After Anglang finished purchasing the goods in Milagrenno, he ignored the bitter advice of the halflings and the Tyrell merchants, and insisted on flying here to take a look.

In the beginning, the Primarch of the World Devourer was bored with the endless swamp. The bright green swamp was like a pustule on the ground. It was disgusting. All kinds of strange animals were walking on this swamp. The filthy and bizarre shape made Angelang feel a little discomfort, especially an animal with a rat head, snake body and deer tail almost made Angelang order the Hippogryph to go down and chop it in half.

But he was no longer the original madman who relied on anger and hatred. He motioned to the Hippogryph to continue flying.

"Are you tired?" After flying for another forty minutes, Anglang found that the wings of his Hippogryph mount Nucheria began to show signs of fatigue. He had to order the Hippogryph to land, and the Hippogryph landed. Behind a hillside that can still stand on humans, there are several half-dead trees.

"Take a rest, Nukhelia, and then we continue to set off." Anglang tied the reins of the Hippogryph to the tree. He gently stroked the feathers on the Hippogryph's neck, and the Hippogryph happily called a few times. Sound, this creature is now Anglang's loyal mount, and it opens its mouth to taste the dried meat and water.

The dried meat was only half-fed, and the World Devourer Gene Primarch was instinctively alert. Almost instantly he reached out and held a pair of axes behind him: "Who!"

"dart!"

The answer to him was six poisoned shurikens, which flew toward Anglang in six directions at the same time.

"Drink!" Anglang dual-armed tomahawk "Meat Cutter Ripper", blood-red air waves surrounded him, and after a few moves, all six shurikens were knocked into the air by him.

His opponent also appeared in the mist.

This is the Skaven assassin with three heads wearing dark blue tights. They all wear face towels, their feet are wrapped in leggings, and their tails and hands hold the dimensional stone poisonous blade: "diedie!"

"Come on!" Anglang clasped his battle axe in both hands, and he felt like he was energized.

"Shadow!" A rat-man assassin pinched a seal in his hand, and a thick smoke burst out, and it disappeared into the air: "Boom~"

"Small bugs!" Angelang didn't care, he narrowed his eyes and waited for the opponent's attack.

"Lie!" Sure enough, three seconds later, the rat-man assassin appeared from behind Angelang, two dimensional stone blades slashed out two green tracks, and went straight to Angelang's throat and back of his head.

But Anglang moved faster. He shouted angrily. His sturdy body was more agile than the rat-man assassin. He turned around easily, and the Vibrating Axe Ripper scraped a blood-red mark in the air.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, and the two dimensional stone blades and the ratman assassin were torn into pieces by the serrated axe.

This hand shocked the remaining two rat-man assassins. One of the assassins made a decisive decision: "Ximata! Retreat!"

"Flash!" The two rat-man assassins immediately pinched out the second seal. With a flash of green light, they instantly appeared five meters away, intending to escape.

"Don't even want to run! Coward!" Anglang's mouth was grinning high, and he raised his battle axe with one hand. The arm muscles swelled, and he pulled the meat cutter embedded in the ground back: "Come back!"

Blood-red waves of air churned out from the ground. In the cyclone formed by Anglang's great power, two rat-man assassins lost their balance in the air. They desperately discovered that their bodies were actually engulfed by the cyclone and flew upside down. To that terrible human!

"Dead!" Anglang held the Ripper back, and the battle axe slashed, blood flashed, and the heads and bodies of the remaining two ratman assassins were separated directly.

The battle is over.

"It doesn't seem to be a very collectible trophy." Anglang squatted down and inspected the two intact Skaven assassin heads. These were his trophies. He wanted to take it away as a memorial, but he considered the horned eagle. He finally gave up on the weight of the beast: "Forget it."

"Also, do you want to die too?" Anglang looked at the other side of the hillside.

"I have no intention of being an enemy of you, the strong." A human wearing a sun helmet of the goddess of war, Milmidyar, and a god-given mithril breastplate and full body armor with gold scales raised his hands and walked from behind the big tree. When he came out, he raised the firecracker in his hand and signaled that he was not malicious: "Everyone is human compatriots, um...I mean, I am very happy to meet human compatriots in this ghost place."

He has a faint aura, his eyes are shining, his whole body is full of blood, and the space has collapsed. Obviously, this is a sanctuary strong, obviously not old, I don't know why he appeared here.

"If you weren't human, you would have died long ago." Anglang hesitated for a moment, but put down his battle axe: "This is not where you should be, young man, this place is too dangerous for you."

"Perhaps you are right, but taking people money and doing things for others is the creed of our bounty hunters." The visitor walked carefully not far from Anglang, and he offered to extend his hand: "Introduce yourself, My name is Brenner and I am from Tyrell, and I am a bounty hunter."

"Bounty Hunter Brenner? Oh! I've heard your name. You are one of the strongest three of Tyrell mercenaries." Anglang suddenly remembered something, he frowned: "Why are you? Will it appear here?"

"I received a commission." Bounty hunter Brenner has a row of daggers and sharp knives hanging on his chest, two fire blunderbuss around his waist, a string of projectiles on his back, and a war knife decorated with gems in his hand: "In the depths of this swamp, an army of undead is at war with the army of Skaven, and Prince Milagrenno has commissioned me to investigate."

"Count Vampire vs. Skaven?" Anglang came in interest.

"Yes." The bounty hunter obviously wants La Anglang to join the team: "I know you have the strength to establish a foothold in this land, so I won't say any warnings. I would like to ask if you are interested in seeing this. War? We can investigate together. After the incident is completed, I will divide you 30% of the commission. You have also seen how powerful the Ratman assassin is. It is too dangerous for me to investigate alone."

"Interesting." Anglang thought for a while and smiled: "Let's go, take me to see."

"good."