The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

In the northern part of the Elam Kingdom, across a vast sea, the temperature dropped sharply. There, there was an open northern continent, and there were many countries on the continent. Because of the cold weather, the folk customs were relatively tough. It was conquered by the church before and was brought under the jurisdiction of the religious dependent state.

The two most important countries are Dore and Baghtia.

dore.

Tall, the Dorei love barbecue and spirits to keep out the cold, and the Dorei are world-renowned for their love of food, and the country has traditionally produced poets, musicians and philosophers.

These three types of people are not lacking even in the poorest classes, and the masterpieces full of wisdom and the lullabies of the tavern are often written by the Dores.

What is even more surprising is that such a country with a relatively low temperature all year round has the highest level of perfume manufacturing in the world, because generally speaking, the development of perfume is inseparable from flowers, but it may be because of a certain Due to the scarcity of these materials, Duo Lei will be keen on the development and research of technology.

And their capital, Glaris, is known as the capital of perfume.

Palace of Glaris.

Everyone sat around the long round table. King Doré was about 50 years old but had gray temples. He clenched the paper in his hand and looked around with eyes that concealed humiliation and helplessness.

"The war is about to start." His voice was heavy.

"Is it with Baghtia?" Someone asked, "Those guys should indeed learn a lesson, but the war..."

"It's to Elan."

"What?!" Everyone was surprised.

Dolei is located on the northern continent, facing Elam across the sea, and the trade between them is quite frequent. Because of the geographical location, there is no friction or feud. Saying neither does any good.

"This is a battle of gods." King Dorei sighed.

"The Oracle Church has mobilized most of the troops of the religious dependent countries to erase Elam from the map before the end of this year, and we and Baghtia are responsible for attacking Elam from the north!"

"This is sending you to death!" Someone at the round table stood up.

"Our Dorei warriors are brave and good at fighting, but the Elam ships are strong and powerful. Our ships will be sunk before they get close. What's more, this war has no meaning other than sacrifice!"

"But this is an order, in order to ensure that every inch of Elam's land is covered by war, this represents the determination shown by the church."

"Are Doré's soldiers sent to die because of someone's determination?"

"Pay attention to your words, Balgo!" The king reminded sharply, "This is not a discussion, but a task we must perform." The king waved his hand wearily, "That's it, mobilize supplies, block the port, and prepare for war !"

There was silence in the room, and after a while, the general named Bargo stood up abruptly, "Your Majesty, please send other people to fight, the glorious Dolei will not launch a war of aggression without honor, let alone stand by. Send your own soldiers and people to die!"

The tall general took off the badge on his chest and threw it on the table with a cold snort, "Glory and tradition have been lost, what we did today is the beginning of demise!" After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and strode out go.

But at this moment, the silver light flickered in the room, and a figure wearing a gold-rimmed white robe suddenly appeared beside Balgo, "Disobeying orders is tantamount to blasphemy, and blasphemers... are heretics!"

"My lord bishop..." King Dolei stood up abruptly, but before he could say anything, the silver figure indifferently pierced General Balgo's chest!

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Blood spattered, Balgo opened his eyes wide, glanced at the king with disbelief, and then fell to the ground. He would never have thought that, as a general of the kingdom, he would die in the council hall of the palace, in many Under the witness of nobles and kings.

"This is the fate of the traitor!" The archbishop of the Oracle Church in Galaris said slowly. Although his strength is not as good as the glorious Pope, he is also a veritable saint. In a country like Dole, he can already represent The highest level of combat effectiveness.

"You killed my general?!" King Dolei clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Do you want to kill more people?" The archbishop's voice was indifferent. Hearing these words, the king instantly calmed down.

"Since you can't make a choice, let me help you." The archbishop waved his hand, and pictures flashed before everyone's eyes.

"This is Elan's diplomatic embassy in Glaris!" Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"It used to be." Accompanied by the archbishop's emotionless voice, he clenched his fist slightly, opening a gap in the sky above the Elam embassy, ​​and then a flaming meteorite fell from the sky.

Rumble.

The earth trembled and flames burned, and the sound of the impact was imprinted in the bottom of everyone's heart. The house collapsed in the explosion, and only a few people escaped. Unfortunately, these transcendent people who escaped were soon attacked and did not leave. After a few steps, he fell into a pool of blood.

"What did you do?!" King Dorei asked in a difficult voice.

"Choose for you." The Archbishop said indifferently, "But this is just the beginning. His Majesty the God Emperor asked us to erase Elan from the map, so that those defilers can feel the real pain."

"Not only them, not only the people living in Elan, but also Galaris, Doré, and the Elan people who are active in other cities, they will all be targeted!"

After hearing the archbishop's words, King Dorrey seemed to realize something, "Are you going to do something to the civilians?"

"They are blasphemers, not the civilians you call them." The archbishop's expression was as indifferent as ever, "If you don't want to be cleared of the target, you should manage your country well, assemble troops on time, arrange supplies, and start a war. "

After speaking, he ignored everyone's reaction, kicked away the fallen corpse, opened the door and left.

"His Majesty!"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the king who seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Send troops and send someone to cooperate with the archbishop's actions."

"Your Majesty, this is a massacre, and the entire Dolei will be ashamed." Someone persuaded.

"But at least we can live." The king muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was convincing the nobles or himself.

The order was promulgated, and the whole country was running quickly. At the same time, a cargo ship full of materials was preparing to leave the port at the port of Galaris.

On the bow, a graceful girl raised the hood on her head.

"Glares is a beautiful city, but the winter here is really bitingly cold, and the temperature in Liam City is more suitable for me." The girl glanced back and said with emotion in a low voice.