Warhammer Throne

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Ten years ago, serfs were insignificant to Brittany. In the territory, they were regarded as livestock, property, and food for their own squeezed income by the knight masters. Serfs were lowly and could do whatever they wanted. Driven, conscripted, and sent to death in battle, then it is convenient for the knight masters to charge from the side or back.

But now, the era of change has quietly arrived in the changes of His Majesty Ryan. I don’t know when it will start, and the serfs will find that their nine taxes have been changed to fixed taxes. The knight masters have begun to be forced to pay attention to the role that the serfs showed in the war.

The Principality of Bastogne is a principality that pays great attention to tradition. Paying attention to tradition means standing still, changing slowly, and becoming rotten. But paying attention to tradition also means that people here are extremely proud of their hometown, their culture and customs. The knights of Stogne have always been proud of their special status in the kingdom. This is the hometown of the first knight king Arthur. This is the land of Longxing in Bretania. The entire duchy extends from the Duke of Red Dragon to all the serfs. They all prided themselves on being a Bastogne.

Tyne and Wear Village is a place proud of its history. It is ruled by the famous Tyne and Wear Baron Gascoigne, who is a household name throughout Bastogne. This is not because of Gascoyne. How brave and virtuous Baron Coyne was, just because the baron was an out-and-out drunkard, the local serfs often joked that Mr. Gascoyne had only two states in his life: "Drunk crazy" and "Drunk unconscious."

However, this Baron Gascoigne not only knew how to get drunk, but he also knew how to collect abuses. He regarded Tyne and Weir as a cruel lord who used to collect debts for his pleasure, and even taxed the poor who could not open the pot. The serfs all resented. He hated him, but the baron’s uncle was an earl vassal under the command of the Red Dragon Duke Berhemond, and Gascoigne had the legal right to rule this territory.

And just today, an old guard, riding a sturdy war horse, wearing a full uniform and dwarven rune vibrating half-body plate armor, carrying a large backpack and a rolled blanket behind him, returned to his hometown.

His name was Nikolai, and he belonged to a serf family from Bastogne. During the Great Eight Peaks Expedition, he participated in the battle as a serf infantry of the Principality of Bastogne and experienced the Battle of the Giant Tower and the Battle of the Fortress , The Battle of Iron Rock, the Battle of Valaya Gate, the Final Battle at the Gate of Titans, and the Final Battle of Bafeng Mountain. In a series of battles, the serf infantry was promoted to the legendary rank in countless battles and was promoted to the old guard. In the army, he has gained the status of a glorious free citizen, and in the war, he has always been known for his toughness and perseverance.

He wore the dark blue coat, neckline, white lapels, breeches, leggings, red epaulettes, cuffs, plumes and tall bearskin hat unique to the old guards. When he appeared in front of the villagers, those who were farming and chatting The serfs almost greeted Nikolai's return with the loudest cheers and praise.

After a year and a half, Nicholas saw his family again. The wrinkled parents and the two younger siblings at home. His eldest brother was still outside for the baron master. Nicholas wears it. This military uniform made people in the whole village feel unwilling to look directly at it. Many serfs even kneeled down uncontrollably, calling it the master.

The magnificent military exploits and endless glory of the old guards have spread throughout the kingdom, and their names are now thundering. For the serfs, the existence of the old guards has given them the hope of promotion. That is the only one. A serf can be promoted in large numbers as a noble ascending path, and these serf-born soldiers have repeatedly proved their strength with dazzling achievements. Now this army has become the idol of all people in the whole kingdom.

As the company commander of the Dragoon Company, Nicholas finally got a shift. He returned home this time to move all his family away. The officers already enjoyed this right.

Nikolai’s parcel contained a lot of war seizures and gold coins. Near the village is the Baron’s Castle in Gascoigne. This baron’s castle is nothing more than a large house with walls covering an area of ​​no more than 800 square meters. No matter, the two tax collectors appointed by the baron obviously coveted Nicholas’ wealth, but looking at his military uniform and the medals on his body, as well as the firecrackers and the scimitars on his waist, the tax collectors knew this. I have to give up with ideas.

From his family, Nikolai learned that Gascoigne, the master knight in his village, was in trouble.

This trouble came from His Majesty Ryan, whom he admired and beloved. After Ryan returned to Brittania, he announced that if a knight family fails to produce a qualified knight within four generations, then this family will be confiscated. The fief and the abolition of the title of nobility.

Unfortunately, Master Cavaliers Gascoigne is this kind of stuff. In addition to being drunk, his life is left with extortionism and women. Although he has the title of Cavaliers, Master Gascoigne has never been on the battlefield once in his life. Five for eating and waiting to die.

Upon hearing this decree, the baron couldn't sit still. He cursed Ryan's New Deal, saying that our noble nobles enjoy some privileges and benefits. What's wrong? Did you eat your king’s bread or opened your wine cellar? Wasn't the entire kingdom defeated by our ancestors who spent countless energy and sacrifices? As descendants of their blood, shouldn't we continue to be our masters for granted?

It was useless. He found his uncle. It was useless. He even managed to meet the Duke of Berhemond. It was still useless. In the end, the frustrated Baron could only decide to find a good opponent. It happened that the snow melted in March. Gascoigne organized a two-hundred-man army from the Baron, intending to find a Beastman War Gang or Goblin War Gang on the edge of the Arden Forest to destroy him, so that he can continue his life of drunkenness and death.

After drinking more than a dozen bottles of beer and three bottles of wine, Gascoigne took an army into the Ardennes Forest with two more cases of wine. It has been several days without any news.

After hearing the description of his family, the old guard dragoon company commander had no choice but to say: "Well, we will stay here for a few days. When the baron returns, we can say hello and we can leave."

That night, Nicholas rested at home. He was lying on an uncomfortable wooden bed. The night in Bastogne was very quiet. When he returned home, he quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, the old guard dreamed of the lady, and she smiled at herself, but her eyes were cold and without emotion, and her words were like winter ice: "Mr. Nicholas ?"

"I'm here, my lady!" The old guard knelt down in fear and said in the most humble tone: "Please give me orders! My lady."

"Darkness is approaching Tyne and Wear." The beautiful face and figure of the goddess were blurred in the fog, and she whispered vague words.

After speaking, the goddess disappeared into the mist.

The next day, Nicholas woke up from his sleep. It took him several minutes to be sure that the dream of last night was not fake. The old guard silently remembered this incident in his heart. Today is the day to go to the market. , Tyne and Wear Village is very lively, people come and go on the street, His Majesty Ryan’s reforms, even the most staid Bastogne has been greatly affected, now the market has a very rich variety of things, serfs Food and vegetables, chicken, duck and mutton are sold in the market. Many industrial products such as tools also appear in this village. Although they are not as prosperous as the Jien City, the flow of people is quite considerable.

The serfs gathered together, bargaining, cursing their baron by the way, wishing he would never come back.

Nicholas went to the market with his family. His family rejoiced for his return. They bought two chickens, a large piece of lamb chops, and a barrel of Empire beer. They wanted to have a meal today. OK.

But before I finished buying things, someone suddenly shouted, "Here is the Beastman! Here is the Beastman!"

"Help! The Beastman is here!"

"These sordid filthies rushed towards our village!"

"Everyone, run away! Run away!"

All the serfs in the market suddenly dispersed. They uttered a cry of fear and fear, and they became a mess.

Nicholas loudly signaled everyone to calm down. The old guard kept yelling and gestures to everyone to calm down. He told everyone that the Baron’s Castle was not far from here, and the nobles would not watch their village be beasted. If people are destroyed, they will definitely send troops.

However, the facts disappointed the old guard.

Dozens of wild orcs formed a small gang of wild orcs, with the heads of Baron Gascoigne and his subordinates hung on their bodies. These chaotic beasts rushed in under the organization of the horned beasts and the lesser horned beasts. Among the villages, half of the village was looted, they slaughtered innocent people and burned the crops.

But the Baron’s Castle never reacted. The defenders who stayed inside closed the castle gate and refused to go out. The Baroness Ms. Shelly even ordered no untouchables to enter her castle. The female nobleman saw the evil and evil. The chaotic monster immediately frightened her legs and almost peeed her skirt. She yelled sharply: "Don't fight! No one is allowed to go out. These **** beasts just want to rob! Don't fight. They are hostile, let them grab enough to eat, and they will naturally leave! The order is passed on, and no one arrow is allowed! Whoever resists, whoever dies!"

"Yes!" The castle defenders faithfully implemented the baroness's order. They refused to go to war and did not hit a single arrow, allowing the wild orcs to slaughter the serfs and ravage the village.

Nicholas witnessed this scene with his own eyes. A silent indignation and anger burned in the heart of the old guard. He knew that he would never escape and retreat. After becoming the old guard, glory and responsibility surrounded him.

This makes him strong.

inability! waste! The **** of the country!

"The scum that gave up the knight's oath! These are your people! Baroness, how can you abandon them!" Nicholas rode his horse and rushed under the castle. He shouted: "Quick, open the city gates , Hand over the army to my command and I will deal with the orcs!"

"Don't you want to deceive me!" Mrs. Shelly stood up on the city gate: "Don't underestimate the determination of a noble lady! The beasts only came to plunder. They will leave when they are full. Will not open the gates."

"You are not a noble lady at all, you are just a coward and a rat! The **** of the kingdom!" Nicholas roared angrily under the city: "You are not worthy of being a noble at all!"

"Noble?" Madam Shelly replied with a cold snort: "Not every noble lady can wear my corset."

"Scum!" The old guard squeezed the machete handle on his waist. He snorted a few times and was too lazy to continue arguing with her. Instead, he took out a big flag from behind him and inserted it in himself. On top of his backpack, riding a war horse, he rushed back into the village.

Crops were trampled, houses burned, wild orcs were ravaging the villages, and serfs lacking command and knight leadership were like scattered sand, they could only flee around.

And at this moment, the majestic singing suddenly sounded from the village, and a big flag flew in the flames.

The red, white and blue background, the flag body is imprinted with golden iris and the Holy Grail pattern. The old guard dragoon company commander raised the flag and ran around the village on his horse, singing the old guard The military song of the army: "People of the kingdom! Wake up! The most critical moment has arrived!"

The military song is loud, the horses neigh, and the battle flag rolls over.

"Look at this flag! People of the kingdom! Unite under my banner and fight to defend the village! Fight to defend our homes, our property, and our food!" Nikolai waved the flag frantically .

"It's the old guard! It's the old guard of His Majesty the King!"

"The kingdom did not abandon us!"

"We fought with these wild orcs!"

"Kill them all, kill them all!"

The serfs saw the flag and the figure of the old guards. The loud military songs and calls made all serfs burned a flame of anger from the bottom of their hearts. The serfs might be cowardly, lowly, or lacking in combat power, but With their homes destroyed, food burned, and relatives killed, their fighting power was enough to shock everyone. After the old guards appeared and took the lead, the serfs quickly gathered, holding pitchforks, Hoes, hammers and wooden sticks howled and assembled under the banner. Nicholas quickly assembled more than two hundred people.

"Follow me! Charge!" Nicholas, the old guard dragoon company commander, gathered the serfs, and he drew out the scimitars in his hands: "Fight! For the lady and the king!"

"Kill, for the lady!"

The assembled people rushed towards the Beastman.

The Beastman and Beast King was cutting a four-year-old girl into several sections and gulping her flesh and blood. At this moment, it heard the sound of charging and the roar of humans, and quickly looked up: "Meat...eat Meat...more...meat...eat!"

The oncoming human wears a tall bearskin hat, colorful kite feathers, and a half-length dwarf Seiko rune vibrating gold plate armor, dark blue cloak and white breeches. He releases the anger that belongs to humans: "Kill Kill all these chaotic things!"

The fighting spirit instantly disappeared without a trace, the Beastmaster's figure immediately leaned back, and a terrified voice could not be stopped from his throat: "Old...old...guard!"

"D!"

"Can't eat...meat!"

"Iron...Iron things...kill...will kill us!"

When the beasts saw Nikolai's outfit, they couldn't stop making a sound of fear, morale swayed, and many beasts kept backing away in fear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nicholas charged himself. He rushed forward alone. An angry flame burned in the eyes of the old guards. He lifted the firecracker and killed a horned beast, and then rushed to the Beastmaster’s side and cut it with a scimitar. Next, the terrified Beastmaster was caught off guard. After fighting with the old guards, Nicholas clenched the stainless steel scimitar made by the dwarf artificial workshop, found an angle, and slashed down the Beastmaster’s war knife. , The head, the left shoulder, and the left arm were chopped off together.

Blood splattered, wailing continued, and the Beastmaster was killed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the serfs rushed towards the beasts madly, and the beasts swayed by the soldiers were crushed.

After some fighting, the Beastmen who invaded the village lost more than 60%. The remaining Beastmen fled to the depths of the forest in embarrassment to find the meat that was easier to eat.

Tyne and Wear’s crisis was lifted. Nicholas killed seven or eight Beastmen alone, but the anger of the old guard did not stop. He took a large group of armed serfs and planned to find the baroness. Have an explanation.

Even if you can't protect your own people, are you still qualified to be a nobleman?

The serfs shouted the names of Nicholas, His Majesty, and the fairy in the lake, and followed in Nikolai's footsteps.

The castle defenders originally wanted to aim their weapons at Nikolai, but seeing him dressed as an old guard and the bleeding head of the Beastmaster, they put away their weapons in shame and fear, and opened the way.

Oncoming is Nikolai's questioning.

Why not attack? Why not protect your people! Are these serfs not the people under your rule?

The two sides confronted each other in the castle. Mrs. Shelly cursed how the guards could let these untouchables into her noble castle. She ordered Nikolai to get out immediately, otherwise she would order the guards to use force. In the kingdom of knights, serfs They hurt the nobles, and the whole family sits together.

In this way, at the gate of the castle, hundreds of people were struggling with swords.

But at this moment, the light of the lake **** mastered it.

The lady emerged from the dense fog in the dazzling light, with a smile on her face, everyone immediately knelt down and paid all their respects to the patron saint of the kingdom, the fairy in the lake.

The fairy in the lake smiled and nodded. She motioned everyone to look up, and then delivered the Holy Grail to Nicholas' mouth: "You deserve it. You are a warrior, Ryan's old guard, from your body, I saw the virtues of knights."

"I am grateful! My lady!" Nikolai had tears in his eyes. He knew why the goddess would dream with him. He passed the test and got the right to drink in the Holy Grail. In the eyes of everyone, the old guard The army lowered his head and took a sip from the Holy Grail.

His life was permanently changed, and from today onwards, he is no longer a mortal.

He is the first holy grail old guard.

"The glory of the Holy Grail belongs to everyone in Bretania." The voice of the fairy in the lake echoed in the castle, and the goddess's words were cold and firm: "The Holy Grail is not proud of the blood, but the blood is proud of the Holy Grail. The virtue of knights It is to protect the family and the country, not to be the moth of the kingdom!"

Madam Shelly was trembling all over, and she fainted on the spot.

It's over, everything is over!

The guards all knelt down in front of the goddess, waiting for the hair of the fairy in the lake.

"Nicholas, is this your name?" The goddess was too lazy to look at the noble lady and the guards. She warmly said to Nicholas, the company commander of the Dragoon Battalion of the Old Guard, "Is there no surname?"

"No, my lady, I only have a name." Nikolai knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Then may I give you a surname?"

"Supreme honor!" Nikolai kowtowed again.

A sly smile appeared on the face of the goddess: "Dawu, I give you the surname Dawu."

"From today, your name is Nicolas Davout!"