Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The words of Rick leading the election made many nobles who participated in the banquet talk in low voices.

Vlad's crisis is almost hopeless.

The characteristic of constant resurrection made many nobles tremble with fear.

At that time, many pessimistically believed that the empire would fall at the hands of a vampire.

Those mysterious travelers who don't know where they come from, like the light of redemption, rescued Middenheim with powerful means and defeated the terrifying army of vampires and undead.

If those mysterious people simply wanted to become the emperor of the empire, the nobles would definitely raise their hands and feet in agreement.

Nowadays, there are endless civil strife among the major electors, the position of the emperor has been vacant, the empire is fragmented, and there is a decadent atmosphere from top to bottom, unable to resist many threats from the outside world.

It is undoubtedly a very good thing for them to have an emperor with great power.

At least in the face of beastmen, ratmen, and other messy threats, they can be more confident.

The problem is, those guys want too much.

He even thought about banning the hereditary rule of the nobles and handing over power to those foolish people who only know how to farm.

In this case, it means that the nobles will lose their power.

Such things are intolerable to them.

Nobles are the cornerstone of the empire, with noble spirit and powerful strength, they are the first line of defense for human survival.

They really couldn't figure out what kind of mental state the other party was in to issue the decree.

The empire without nobles is like the god of war without weapons, and the god of love and beauty is an ugly monster.

"This is indeed a problem. Those people have challenged our traditions and shaken the foundation of the empire. It is very likely that the empire will be broken." Duke Arthur, the Elector of Nun Province, said: " They have to be stopped before they do more damage."

"This matter is not that simple. It took only a few days for the people who occupied the Midden Territory to capture Vlad and wipe out his army of vampires and undead. Vlad was once Our confidant’s serious troubles have been easily solved by the other party now, what ability do we have to solve those guys now?”

"How many days? I heard that it only took half a day for someone to turn Vlad's army into ashes. In front of such a force, our army is as fragile as ants."

The famous general of the empire, Earl Andrew, inserted a mocking tone into the conversation of the big men.

"If the information is true, our crusade against Middenheim will undoubtedly take those outstanding soldiers to death."

"That's really a bad thing. Maybe we should wash our necks and let those guys rush into our mansion with their muddy legs, and let them kill us all." Another nobleman taunted sarcastically: " In that case, perhaps those outstanding soldiers will be able to survive.”

"I'm telling the truth." Earl Andre stared at the nobleman and said, "We are no match for those guys. We can't even deal with Vlad, so how can we deal with those mysterious people who are countless times stronger than him."

"What I said is also true." The nobleman said: "Since we don't resist, why don't we wash our necks and wait to die?"

"Haha, we really should wait to die, so let's disband." Earl Andre changed his mind. "The people in the territory still have a good opinion of me. When they take away the property, they may leave me and my family's life. Unlike some people, those brutal decrees and punishments, tsk tsk, guess what they will use How many kinds do you put on your body?"

The nobleman blushed from Andre's words, and fear appeared on his face.

"Okay, we are here to solve problems, not to quarrel." Sokol, the Elector of Westerland, interrupted their argument.

"I think Earl Andre is right. We are not opponents at all. Why don't we go back and distribute the family property to those mud legs, and then beg them not to kill themselves!!" The nobleman from another province said loudly, absolutely To hide my joy in watching this debate.

"The discussion is meaningless, surrender." Another nobleman said.

"Enough is enough, arguing won't change anything."

The shouting silenced the crowd.

The nobles followed the voice and looked at the speaker, with contempt and anger on their faces.

The man was thin and stocky, with piercing blue eyes and short blond hair.

Wearing an austere gown, rings of exquisite workmanship are worn on the fingers of men.

He is a man of standing.

But obviously, the clothes on his body are not as luxurious as those nobles.

The speaker was a Cressy who had been promoted by the deceased previous emperor.

He was in charge of Altdorf's Praetorian Guard.

The guy doesn't come from a great background.

Just a mud-legged guy who got drafted into the Praetorian Guard by luck.

But in a hunting activity, he rescued the former emperor who was almost killed by wild beasts.

In order to protect himself, the former emperor took advantage of the opportunity to promote Crecy as the commander of his imperial army.

Avoid being assassinated again in the power struggle.

After all, it cannot be explained by a coincidence that a ferocious beast was put into the hunting ground like that.

The previous emperor passed away, but the current emperor has not been determined for a long time.

No one has the right to depose Crecy from the command of the Praetorian Guard.

Even if there is an incumbent emperor on the throne, I am afraid that most of them will win over Crecy.

After all, a commander of the Imperial Guard who has no noble background is far more trustworthy than other noble children.

Those dirty political games are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The emperor also had to deal with the forces of all parties carefully and maintain a balance, otherwise it was not uncommon for the emperor to die suddenly or fall into the water the next day.

Cressy holds great power, but this does not prevent the nobles from despising this upstart who has no family inheritance.

His rudeness to several nobles with long-standing families was an outrage worthy of the gallows.

"Be careful with your tongue." A rough-looking nobleman roared, putting his hand on his saber: "Be respectful, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Anger flashed in Cressy's eyes.

But after a while, he still chose to give in.

These nobles may not be able to deal with vampire Vlad and those mysterious people, but they are more than enough to deal with him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend the adults." Cressy said in a low voice, "It's just that a few noble adults are arguing like this, which is of no help to the settlement of the matter."

"Arguing really can't solve any problems." The host of the banquet, the Elector Louis II of Reikland, said: "We have to be united, and Earl Andre doesn't have to be so desperate. Of course those mysterious people defeated Vlad, in a way we can't imagine, but in a way that's not incomprehensible."

"What do you mean? Do you know how those mysterious people wiped out the vampires in Middenheim?"

Count Andre looked at Louis II who was seated at the banquet table and asked.

"Aren't there few unreasonable things that happened in our world? The rise of the Skaven, the Great Vortex, if you are willing to read the ancient history and travel notes of adventurers, you will find many such things. things." Louis II smiled, greasy wrinkles appeared on his fat face, and his whole face looked like a chrysanthemum.

"Those mysterious people in Middenheim are nothing more than using some kind of powerful magic or ancient artifacts. There is nothing impossible in this world. There is nothing that is absolutely invincible."

As soon as these words came out, all the nobles discussed in low voices.

"Our problem is actually not difficult to solve. As long as we find a powerful enough artifact or seek the help of those high elves hiding overseas, we can easily destroy those mysterious people." Louis II expressed his opinion.

Magic is ubiquitous in this world.

However, the Empire does not recognize mages as potential corrupters.

Groups using the wind of magic can easily summon lives that do not belong to this world, causing dire crises.

However, those groups generally possess powerful power. If complex rituals are performed and properly used, they can release unimaginable terrifying power and destroy all targets.

The Elector of Nokland, Louis II, had a simple idea, that is to look for those mages, or seek those terrible artifacts left over from ancient times, as well as high elves hidden overseas to assist them.

Before the nobles had assembled, Louis II was already implementing his plan.

He ordered scholars to rummage through the largest library in the empire, looking for clues to those artifacts.

He hired money-greedy mercenaries from the Adventurer's Guild to deliver letters for him.

He also used organizations such as the Thieves' Union to collect information for himself.

The reason for doing this is simply that Louis II felt that he might be able to use this opportunity to become the emperor of the empire.

Even this banquet was held to show off his financial power.

Louis II has already made relevant preparations.

In the face of other nobles' doubts, he handled their questions with ease, calmly responded to their questions, and gave an explanation.

The direction of the matter is controlled by him.

After all the nobles agreed with his proposal, he took advantage of the opportunity to throw out the ultimate goal of the banquet.

"We have to choose a leader, so that we can coordinate the forces and unite us against those enemies."

Middenheim.

Fisher, who returned to the city defense system, handed over the patrol work to the successor guards, and planned to go to the Pig's Head Tavern for a drink.

His steps are very brisk.

The smile on his face did not disappear because of the exhaustion of this day.

The sound of knocking and carrying came from both sides of the road.

Workers are still working.

They are all refugees from all over the world to participate in the reconstruction work.

They worked and talked excitedly.

"A scholar came to my house yesterday and told me that all the children have to go to school, otherwise the soldiers will knock on the door and send me to jail."

"They expelled the priest of Sigma and asked us not to trust any false gods, but only the emperor of the empire. This really confuses me. Isn't Sigma the emperor of the empire?"

"Have you heard, the man on Whitecap Street, tsk tsk, his bare butt was chopped off by his lover's husband just like that yesterday. His butt is white and sticky."

"It's really worrying to hear that those mages who practice witchcraft have obtained permission to establish a college. I heard that those guys often provoke demons."

Everyone is discussing all kinds of funny things and jokes.

Vlad and his army of the dead are forgotten.

People quickly recovered from the terrorist crisis brought by Vlad and regained their confidence in life.

Those mysterious people declared that Midden Land would no longer accept the rule of the nobles, and expelled all the nobles who fled before and wanted to return to the territory later, and those who stayed to fight against the army of vampires and undead gave them a chance to serve.

However, the rule of the nobility has come to an end in Middenland.

Those nobles who tried to resist were either expelled or sent to work as coolies.

When we were about to reach the bar, there was a rumbling sound from the center of town.

A huge factory emitting billowing black smoke appeared before Fisher's eyes.

That factory was a monster for Fisher.

Much bigger than the palace of the former ruling family of Middenheim.

Those mysterious people who installed steel on their bodies carried out a comprehensive transformation of the original steam machinery, which greatly improved the efficiency.

Steaming machinery is everywhere these days.

Those mechanical devices made the rebuilding of Middenheim extraordinarily smooth.

In just one and a half months, the ruined Middenheim took on a new look.

Many streets have been renovated.

The houses of the residents were also rebuilt.

The only fly in the ointment is that the population is not as large as before.

Fisher is convinced that rebuilding Middenheim will usher in a new life.

Soon, the ancient city will regain its pre-Vlad population.

Nowadays, tourists come from all over the world every day, wanting to stay in Middenheim.

Unrecognized mages, serfs who escaped from the nobles, freedmen who could not afford taxes, and businessmen trying to make a fortune.

There are all classes.

They all want a new life in Middenheim.

The decoration of the bar is not bad, it was opened by a businessman from Nun Province.

Even now, all the nobles have issued notices, asking businessmen not to come to Middenheim to do business, and to isolate this alien who is trying to destroy the tradition.

However, driven by money, merchants still came from all directions, exchanged various goods for the specialties of Middenland, and sought wealth in the ruins.

"Have you heard? The ruler of Middenheim is going to sell some steam machinery in exchange for ore and coal."

"This is a good business. The steam machinery of the Empire is useless. The steam machinery of Middenheim is much better than that of the Empire. If you can get it, you will definitely make money."

The conversation between the two businessmen made Fisher look at them more, and then he went to the bartender and asked for a glass of ale.

He drank the cold ale in one gulp, eliminating Fisher's exhaustion from the day.

He ordered another glass, but this time he didn't drink it in a hurry, but listened to the conversation between the two merchants to see what the latest news was.