Warhammer Throne

ps: 4700 words in this chapter, I wish you all a good time!

The entire hotel has collapsed because of this accident, and the tourists and hoteliers fled in panic.

Both Federmond and Alfred and Olica suffered serious injuries, but at this juncture, both Federmond and Alfred realized that something like this had happened and the guards would definitely Arrived soon.

Federmond’s injury is okay. The Holy Grail Knight can still stand up. Although the mithril plate on his chest is torn apart, the armor also effectively prevents the vampire’s claws from deepening too much. The wound is still far from the heart, just torn. The epidermis was opened.

Alfred was hit hard, and the Templar's internal organs showed signs of internal bleeding. Just as Ryan once said, the Holy Shield technique is not truly completely invincible in a sense, at least it was thrown. It was real. The Templar found that his whole body was hurt, and he even suspected that his leg was broken.

"It's really unbelievable that the three of us actually killed a high-level vampire together!" Although the injury was not light, Alfred was still so optimistic. He said happily, "God, my lord is here. Kema reported that the three of us had solved a high-level vampire with no casualties, and he would definitely reward me with at least three divine art scrolls!"

In the Empire, killing such high-level vampires generally depends on sufficient preparation + number of people to force them to death.

"Stop talking nonsense, can you still stand up? The guards are coming soon, we have to leave quickly!" Federmond thought, when are you still thinking about rewards?

"I just said this because I can't stand up!" Alfred said helplessly. He pinned his hopes on the dark elf: "Ms. Olica, can you transport us away? Including the wandering one. The corpse of the knight and the corpse of this vampire?"

The dark elf was the least injured. She fell into the straw and suffered only a small amount of skin wounds. Only her left face was swollen. Hearing Alfred’s question, Olica closed her eyes and calculated the inner wrinkles of her lower abdomen. The remaining magic power, the cast range and the total number of people teleported.

Thirty seconds later, Olica opened her eyes, and she nodded: "It is barely enough, but you must be psychologically prepared. My dark magic will make you feel very uncomfortable."

"It's better than being caught by the guards and put in jail." Alfred signaled Olica to move.

Although Feldmund was a bit dissatisfied with the dark elf sneak attack and the Templar use of firearms, the Holy Grail Knight also understood that it was difficult to win this battle. The Holy Grail Knight also nodded: "Please as soon as possible, Ms. Olica."

The dark elves began to chant the spell. When the guards who heard the news entered the hotel under the leadership of the hotel owner, the people inside had disappeared, leaving only a mess.

…………I am the dividing line of transmission…………

Late at night, Billy Barley's Cod Hotel.

This hotel was booked by the Poseidon knights, as their temporary base, a large number of fully armed Poseidon knights stayed here temporarily.

The whole city just now caused the guards to search for suspects and suspicious persons because of the explosion and **** case in the Red Bull Hotel. The city was in chaos. The guards with torches were searching from house to house for any possible clues.

The cod hotel where the Poseidon knights were stationed was also questioned by the city guards. However, due to the power of Brittany and the fear of being dominated by the Poseidon fleet, the guards really just dared to interrogate, and they would definitely not dare to go in and search. .

This is the southern country. The nobles dominate their own affairs and have never been unified. Their power is scattered and they are satisfied with autonomy. They really face powerful countries like the empire and Brittany that can unite their forces. The nobles here are often Very intimidating, very low posture.

Some strong enough emperor teams dared to blatantly drive into the border of Estalia, and the cowardly nobles of the southern countries, apart from routine protests, at most demand some monetary compensation.

Inside the brightly lit hotel room, two stone tables stood side by side with two dead bodies.

One is a wandering knight who has died, and the other is a high-level vampire whose heart has been cut into several pieces.

"Oh~" Templar Alfred was seriously injured. He broke his calf. After being checked by the Poseidon Knight's doctor, he might have to recuperate for about two months.

At this moment, Alfred was lying on the side of the courtyard and was vomiting, his face was pale, and he vomited out all the things he had eaten during the day.

For the Templars, the transmission of dark magic simply squeezed him into the sewer and circled the sewage system of the entire city. When he came out, Alfred almost fainted, and he crawled in the corridor on the spot. Threw up on the edge.

Although the Holy Grail Knight Feldmund was also uncomfortable, he had experienced the Holy Grail Expedition, and his willpower and endurance were far beyond mortal. He panted, untie his armor and let the Poseidon Knight apply wounding medicine and bandage him. , By the way, watching this high-level vampire beheaded by them.

"This is a vampire from the Lamian Sisterhood." After checking the high-ranking vampire, Federmond sat down on the bench somewhat sullenly, and the Holy Grail knight gasped: "The Lamian Sisterhood High vampire, I don’t know why it appeared here."

"... to kill her mouth." The dark elf Olika's left face was swollen, her mask was stripped off, and her body was injured in many places. Olika's face was not very good, and she was used in this battle. Losing most of the stored magic power, her soul was injured and she couldn't replenish it herself.

"Come on?" Federmond said suspiciously, with some caution and distrust in his eyes.

This battle did not satisfy the Knights of the Holy Grail, because the dark elf's sneak attack and the Templar's musket were really no noble moves. In Federmond's view, this was not a duel at all!

Fortunately, the opponent is a vampire, and there is no need to be too keen on chivalry. Federmond's heart is just a little dissatisfied. As the future heir to the title of Duke of Polderro, he naturally received a very good court education, a small dissatisfaction. Will not show up on the face.

And Federmond has a faintly brand-new perception. He feels that many times he should not drown too much with some decadent dogma, especially when facing non-human races.

The eldest son of Duke Bodrick felt that he had to learn more from Ryan. This way of doing things may be the difference between the chosen champion and ordinary holy grail knights. Federmond felt that the temperament of Ryan should be very necessary for holy grail knights. .

"Yes, it's here to kill." The beautiful dark elf stretched out her little hand wrapped in deerskin gloves, her expression was cold, but what she did surprised Federmond and Alfred. .

Olica blasphemed the wandering knight's soul. She used dark magic to summon the wandering knight's soul back, and then cruelly read his memory.

This process is very cruel. The wandering knight’s dead soul is screaming frantically, wailing in pain, and the desecrated soul will never rest forever.

"Break through the heart!" The dark elf seemed unaware of her cruelty. She stepped up her efforts to force the soul to spit out everything she knew. Under the torture of the dark elf, the strand of soul was twisted into a ball of cotton wool, and he was in pain. It's almost crazy.

"Despite the mind!" Then the dark elf began to use vicious magic to read the memory and thinking of the wandering knight. She seemed very accustomed to this method of torture, and she was extremely proficient in doing it.

"No! You can't do this! Dark elf! You are blaspheming the ghost of the knight. If you do this, you will be cursed by the lady, and you will never get peace!" The Holy Grail knight shouted angrily.

Alfred, who was dying of breath, also glared at Olica's behavior.

"Shut up, I don't believe in your goddess. If you still want to complete the task and want to know where the family heirlooms of the Duke of Poldero's family are, let me finish the question." Ka calmly said: "Or if you must, I can stop, then the last clue we have will disappear."

"..." Federmond and Alfred stopped talking, they had to turn their heads as if they hadn't seen them.

After a while, Ryan and Veronica came back. Seeing the situation in the city, based on Ryan and Veronica's years of adventure experience, they almost immediately judged that Federmond must have gained something: "What happened, what happened?"

"Ouch~ I saw three sick numbers as soon as I came back." Veronica noticed the situation in the room. Witch Garland moved her gaze to the stone table and couldn't help being surprised: "God, you guys actually killed A high-level vampire?"

Seeing Ryan coming in, Olica immediately stopped her cruel torture. She stopped to release the dark magic, and then the indifferent expression on her face became weak. The charming dark elf pretended to be injured and fell directly on Ryan. Leaning in his arms and acting like a baby: "Master~ the enemy is so difficult to deal with, my magic power is almost used up~"

Seeing the dark elf whose face was swollen, Ryan felt a little distressed. He hurriedly motioned to the attendants to boil the water, and then put ointment on Olica’s face and let her lie down, gently on her forehead. Kissed: "It's okay, take a good rest, here I am."

"Hmm!" The dark elf leaned against Ryan with a blush on his face.

The knights of the Holy Grail and the knights of the Templar see this situation are full of black lines.

There seems to be something wrong.

"How's the situation? Federmond? Are you injured?" After the dark elf maid had settled down and let her lie down, Ryan asked about the situation.

"We investigated the hotel. The group of wandering knights has left, but they left someone in the basement of the hotel waiting for news. We found the guy who stayed behind..." Federmond looked at the dead wandering knight's body , Then said: "As a result, he was already dead, killed by this high-level vampire."

"High-level vampire of the Lamia family?" Ryan nodded, "You solved her? No wonder they were all injured, how? Is there any gain?"

"This is about to ask your dark elf maid." Alfred laughed mockingly. "She knows the most."

Federmond remained silent.

The Knights of the Holy Grail suddenly felt deep sympathy for Ryan's situation.

Who are the people around the lady's champion?

With such a dark maid by his side, Lord Ryan must be very **** weekdays, right? Lord Ryan, as the lady's chosen champion, the holy grail knight commander, and a model of knighthood, it must be a deep torment to be able to endure such a dark maid by his side, right?

Federmond felt a little sympathetic to Ryan suddenly, and he looked at Ryan with understanding.

With such a spirit of sacrifice, this is a human hero worthy of admiration!

"This vampire came to kill, Master, they stole the Trident of the Seagod." The dark elf took the conversation, and she whispered: "This group of rogue knights was instigated by the high vampire to steal the Trident of the Seagod. "

"Sure enough!" Federmond gritted his teeth with hatred. He seemed to have forgotten the cruel torture of the dark elf before: "What then?"

"Then this vampire came to silence." The dark elf turned her gaze to the dead high vampire, and she continued: "A week later, on the plain twenty kilometers away from Magritte city, the servant hired by the vampire The Corps will deliver the goods with this group of rogue knights."

"That's it!" Ryan held his chin, he took out the blood-stained eagle flag from his arms and told everyone what he had discovered.

The news that the Magritte Knights still existed in this world surprised both Federmond and Alfred.

Ryan gave them some time to digest the news, and then concluded: "It must be the vampire trying to make the hidden knights of the Magritte Knights believe that the power of the Seagod Trident can make them expedition to Araby again!"

"Then it makes sense! All this is a vampire conspiracy!" Veronica nodded again and again, and she said immediately: "We must take advantage of the rogue knights to give things to the knights of the Magritte Knights. Take things back before, otherwise, if we are not careful, we will definitely cause an all-out war between Estalia, the empire, and Brittany!"

"No." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "We are not in our own country. This is Estalia. Even if we catch the rogue knights, what if we can't find the Seagod Trident?"

The pale-faced Alfred lay on the window, and a golden retriever poked in from outside the window: "That is also equivalent to declaring war, because we attacked the trading partners of the Magritte Order, they can insist that we take it away. Valuable goods, and we can’t argue with a hundred mouths."

"So we have to launch an attack on the spot of the transaction. We have to be dirty, so that the Estalians have no excuses to intervene in this war." Federmond also nodded, and he took out a conch: "I will Contact your father immediately, and the Poseidon fleet will land on the plain north of Magritte!"

"Very well, we will rest here until the day after tomorrow, and then set off to go to Magritte." Ryan held Olica around his waist. He stared at the dead high vampire and asked, "Is there a way to deal with this thing?" "

"Let me come, my flame can burn these two corpses to ashes." Veronica stepped up, and flames rose from her fingertips: "Then add some medicine... just spill it into the sea. NS."

"Very well, it's getting late, let's rest early." Lane hugged the dark elf and went to take a bath.

"Well, everyone has worked hard. Rest early." Federmond concluded for today's actions: "Take a day off tomorrow, and arrange for a rotation."

"Yes!"

…………I am the dividing line to rest early…………

At the same time, the Black Mountains, the border of Estalia.

An imperial army with more than 10,000 people is slowly moving into this land symbolizing freedom. This army is equipped with a large number of firearms and artillery, more than a dozen cannons and mortars, and Hellstorm rocket launchers are in the empire. Under the leadership of the engineer, they drove into the territory of Estalia, the sun knights were ready to go, the swordsmen and halberds were brightly armored, and the musketeers of the musket camp lined up and marched in the wild.

Leading this army is the great alchemist of the Empire, Baiershazer-Gelter. He is riding on the Pegasus "Xunyin". The golden mask blocks the line of sight. No one knows what the great alchemist is thinking. .

"Great alchemist, we have entered the border of Estalia." The captain of the Empire, Bernhardt, said to the great alchemist: "Although His Majesty has approved your military action this time, I still hope We must be careful, no one wants to provoke a war between Estalia and the empire."

"Those are not important. According to my news, the sea gold talisman appeared in Estalia, right beside Magritte!" The great alchemist's voice was full of metal friction and vibrations, he Raising the golden staff, the wind of the goddess swept across the sky.

"Haijin Talisman can only belong to me!" Fupin Chinese