Warhammer Throne

"I see a raging fire.

Spread from underfoot.

I heard thunder.

Cackling on the road.

Don't call me a liar.

Because I saw a raging fire.

About to swallow all. "

The newly appointed Chief Royal Wizard of the Empire and the Supreme Dean of the Amber Academy, Greg Matak.

Greg Matak was lying in the stables of the Imperial Royal Zoo, asleep.

As the chief wizard of the imperial royal family, Matak can of course live in the second-best room in the imperial palace or let the imperial hotel open the king suite, as long as he wants to, even when Brunswick’s grain reserves are stretched, he can. There are still hundreds of barrels of delicacies from the warehouse, including Ivy-collar refined wheat flour, Midon-collared good snowflake beef, Brittany’s top-end high-end wine, halfling’s delicious desserts, and Rick’s collar Various high-end luxury grilled sausages.

Yes, as one of the iron triangles with the highest status in the imperial court (and the emperor and Marshal Rick), Matak should enjoy so much, and whether it was the Supreme Dean of the Flame Academy, Cernus Gehrman or the Great Alchemist The division Gelt did this. The former bombed out many imperial properties and continuously organized expeditions to go to Orbien to die. The latter also mobilized a lot of resources. The emperor even appointed him as the governor of Sol. It is unimaginable that a wizard has the military and political power of a former province at the same time.

Matak didn't do that.

Because he knows well that this kind of unfitness of Germany is happening to him. He does not have the old qualifications and brilliant record of being a magic consultant for decades like Cernus Gehrman, and he is even less likely to be like Guy. Like Ert, the ultimate alchemy defeated all the great wizards of the empire, and military magic was both hard and hard. The imperial army did not know how many times the great alchemists of Gelt had comebacks.

Matak has neither excellent qualifications nor the strength to disregard the heroes. He has not even been appointed by the great wizard duel of "Night of a Thousand Dharma", which puts him in a very disadvantageous position.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, in the luxurious suite, it is difficult for him to fall asleep. Matak prefers the smell of manure, the sting of fleas and the sting of hay in the house. He even made a mixed blood. The Elf Warhorse first urinates and then pulls some **** next to the haystack, and then he falls asleep on the haystack with the smell contentedly.

But what appeared in Matak’s dream was a nightmare sight.

In a huge kingdom of decay and withering, a Titan giant is lying on his back on the yellow ground. His leather armor rots and emits a pungent stench and disintegrates itself. His originally sacred and magnificent antlers have been poisoned. The vines are entwined, his whole body is covered with dark green moss, and there are a lot of flies floating on it. His sturdy body is covered with hot black warts. His torso is tightly tied to the black suffocating vines, suffocating the vines. The hungry snake coiled and shrank.

Matak faintly knew who the Titan was, but he couldn't speak.

A beautiful woman is looking after the Titan. This is an extraordinary and pure goddess. His innocent face alone can heal the soul. His gentle touch can heal the most serious wounds. He is struggling to heal the wounds of the Titan. He is crying. His tears could have expelled the most vicious and terrifying disease in the world.

At this moment, he was powerless, and Matak could feel that his power seemed to become very weak, much like the situation of recovering from a serious injury and suffering from a serious illness.

"Tal, father, stand up, stand up."

"Tal, my love, don't give up, be strong."

The goddess called in vain, and Taer only had those eyes that became more and more muddy and moved unconsciously in the absence, which proved that the human **** king had not fallen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Almost unable to breathe, he shouted with all his strength, and finally felt better after alarming the guards of the Royal Zoo.

Matak decided to immediately go to see the self-styled imperial regent, Marshal Rick Heilberg, and tell him all this.

Almost at the same time, Marshal Rick Heilberg woke up with bursts of heart palpitations. He found himself lying on the table, his saliva soaked with the exquisite parchment scroll. That terrible scene was always waving in Heilberg's mind. It's not going.

Hufffunken was defeated, Karl Franz fell, and the emperor fell from the air on the death claw and fell into the army of chaos warriors. The war failed, and there were no more than ten thousand elites in the empire.

This nightmare Heilberg had repeated in his mind ten times, and each time it made him feel heartbroken.

The old man became angry subconsciously, he almost slapped everything on the table away.

But he forcibly restrained himself again. He took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of bread and ate a few mouthfuls of dark beer, then got up and opened the window.

The capital of the empire, the throne of Charlemagne, Braunschweig, the first city in the old world has made Heilberg proud and indulged countless times.

But now the city is dying from disease.

The road is full of black death moss, and diseased vines are constantly climbing up the building. Heilberg has hired more than 30,000 temporary cleaners to clean up day and night, and they cannot stop its spread. Now half of the city is covered. Moss and vines were covered, and even the glazed windows of the imperial palace began to show signs of moss.

The Rick and Wesson rivers that pass through the city are blocked by silt. The river surface is not yellow-green stains, foam, or a large amount of moss silt, which blocked the river surface. Heilberg asked the Brunswick Wharf to use up everything. No effort can dredge the river.

The plague called malaria has spread rapidly in the city, and about 100,000 people have been infected. There is no special medicine except for one or two boxes of wooden spirit medicine imported from the Oliver channel in Brittany in the depths of the palace.

Deep grief enveloped Heilberg's heart, but the old man did not dare to slacken in the slightest.

His master, Karl-Franz’s empire is falling apart. For thirty years since he assumed the throne, Emperor Karl-Franz has barely unified the empire through a series of cultural martial arts, political skills, military deterrence, and exchange of interests. And now With the death of the emperor and a series of electors, it has fallen apart.

Heilberg was unable to respond to the request of Acting Archbishop Esme III's "Reference Opinions on the Expulsion of Luther-Huss and Woteng" Heilberg was unable to deal with the dissatisfaction of the economic situation of the collapse of the entire empire and the dissatisfaction of the abuse of military votes. The old man had no experience in handling these matters.

If Heilberg was honest enough, it was only in the past few days that he really understood the brilliant achievements and extraordinary personal abilities of Emperor Karl-Franz.

Electors, court ministers, wizards, engineers, and generals came endlessly, making new demands to him every hour, either vital or trivial. Temporarily, his intimidation won the obedience of the three electors and ensured that he took control of the city's defense projects.

Only temporarily.

Heilberg knows very well that Emmanuel’s idea that the mother and son are playing the throne, Geisel desperately wants to control the military power and he does have a fortune in his hands to buy people’s hearts, Hout-Anderson has no soldiers, no money, and poor but unable. To prevent the elector from trying to reach out to finances and logistics, he has spoken to the Braunschweig Wharf Gang and various corporate bodies in the city more than once.

The old marshal knew that he had to fight hard, he had to persevere, even if he was the only one left, he had to maintain the glory of the empire!

Walking out of the door and the deep corridor, a scent of mold spores came, and the old man's face became more and more ugly.

Have moss and poison ivy spread here?

Waiting outside the gate are the imperial royal chief wizard Greg Matak and the Rick Knights chief Hans Zentler.

Matak came up and said directly: "My imperial regent, the plague is spreading, and the city is being swallowed by the corruption of Nurgle."

"Yes, I know." Heilberg looked at Matak aggressively, as if to warn him, but the old man thought that there was finally a guy who realized the seriousness of the problem, and he wanted to express his appreciation. And recognition, but his hideous expression is no different from the Chaos Demon that Matak saw in his dream: "So what can you do? My Chief Wizard?"

"How? Didn't I come to you?" Matak was obviously irritated by Heilberg's plan. Equipment, I will take them into the sewers to search for the source of the plague."

"500 people? Fully armed? Old battalion?" Heilberg looked at Matak with a foolish expression: "Do you think I will agree? Shouldn't it be your business to expel corruption? Otherwise, the emperor will appoint you as a royal family. What is the chief wizard doing? I heard people say that the Brunswick sewer is at least 48 kilometers long. Are you sick or am I sick?"

"Since I have been appointed as the chief royal wizard, I obviously have the right..." Matak tried to emphasize his power.

"You should learn to solve the problem by yourself, my great wizard, Cernus Gehrman will burn these plagues with a fire, and Gelt will melt everything with a molten metal, and what about you? You will only watch. And then ask me for help like a beggar?" Heilberg tried to keep himself calm.

"I will do my best, but things are different now..."

"no difference!"

"These plagues are killing the city, my marshal, I noticed that your soldiers are in the city..."

"God, my god, Charlemagne is here, do you only ask questions? The emperor appointed you to solve problems, not to ask you questions!"

"I'm just trying to solve the problem!"

"Then go quickly!" Heilberg's spit sprayed on Matak's face, and the old man shouted: "Go to Saria Church or someone else, don't come to me, this is not our priority. Matters! Go to solve these plagues, immediately!"

"What are your priorities?" Matak was also angry, and the amber wizard roared out like a griffin: "Is it to recover money? Ah! What terrorism decision? If the emperor is still..."

"Enough!!!" Heilberg immediately drew out Runefang: "Get off now! Go and do your business, don't force me to remove you!"

Matak took a deep look at Heilberg, then looked at the Rune Tooth in his hand, sneered, and turned to leave.

Matak left, and Heilberg looked at his great mentor Hans-Zentler: "What's the matter?"

Zentler was already sweaty at this time, and he whispered: "Marshal, the recovery of stolen goods...can't go on."

Due to severe financial and food shortages and large-scale conscriptions, Heilberg, in addition to over-issuing military tickets, ordered the army to carry out a "movement to chase the dirty and help" the whole city of Braunschweig and even the leader of Rick.

Headed by the two mentors of the Rick Guardsman, Hans Gintley and Heinrich von Kristwal, and Hans Zentler, the grand mentor of the Rick Knights, announced the " Chase dirty and help pay".

To be reasonable, this trick is actually similar to that when Suria convened a meeting of the nobles and nobles to defend Kurona. The Queen of Knights relied on this moment to pull out 10,000 nobles’ private army and let the nobles spit out the big heart willingly. The pen is really gold and silver, and with this, he has a decisive battle with Siegwald and wins his reputation in the old world.

But how to implement it, how to speak and use language technology to persuade the nobles, how to convince the nobles that they can be rewarded in the future, and make the nobles realize that if the capital is not protected, their fundamental interests are very personal. Political skills and negotiation skills.

Heilberg’s execution has directly become a forced apportionment. The old marshal believes that the nobles of these empires must have a lot of money and food reserves in their homes. Therefore, they directly deal with "one size fits all", that is, how much duke title should be paid, earl How many titles should be handed over, how many viscounts, how many barons, how many fief knights, how many chambers of commerce and rich free men.

The most troublesome thing is that Su Liya negotiates through the palace tea party, but Heilberg believes that the palace cannot be trusted and should be brought by the army.

As mentioned in the previous article, the only qualified army in Heilberg’s hands is actually the "old battalion" composed of the 1,000 left-behind standing army of Braunschweig and the more than 1,000 remnants of the Franz Guards regiment he brought back from the north, and the newly formed 70,000. Many "Brunswick Royal Guard Corps" have mixed good and bad, and many local rogue gangs have mixed in. The 50,000 Nuer elites who are strictly disciplined and able to issue military pay and lunch boxes on time are prohibited from entering the city.

Under this circumstance, when the recruits heard that the "dirty chase subsidy" was to be used to charge the "military income", they were all very excited. They immediately used the rules proficiently, extorted and even used lynching everywhere, asking for money from house to house. He quickly lost control, and for a while, no one on the street dared to dress glamorously. Second-hand tattered clothes became a sought-after item, for fear of others knowing that he had money at home.

And the most rogue is Heilberg's indiscriminately issuing military tickets to frantically plunder wealth from the market, nobles and civilians, but when collecting taxes and recovering stolen money, he requires real money.

"Almost everyone is opposed now, Marshal, continue, we will be plunged into a civil war before the chaos arrives." Zentler knelt directly on one knee, and he seemed to be crying: "I think of an imperial citizen and an imperial citizen. An emperor certified the identity of the Grand Master of the Knights, begs you, my marshal, please stop!"

Heilberg looked at Zentler, as if measuring his credibility and loyalty.

For a long time, the old man asked: "Those Marienburgers, how are the **** insurgents now?"

"They are hiding in the Chamber of Commerce mansion in Nancheng District..." Zentler told Heilberg about the situation.

More than one hundred iron-blooded capitalists in the Upper and Lower Houses of Marienburg fled Marienburg and sought refuge in the capital of the Empire. They first demanded "equivalence" and emphasized that they "fighted until the last soldier", and then proceeded to take refuge. The document "personal property is sacred and inviolable".

It's a pity that they are facing Ryan's little maid and eldest son. The little maid looks like "Do you think the iron-blooded duke of Bennur will believe your nonsense?" Then they ordered all their wealth to be confiscate, and they received a total of about 1.3 million gold coins. Money and a lot of supplies.

Although the iron-blooded capitalists have many guards, they can't stop the Nur Army.

But Emilia didn't do everything right. She returned something worth 150,000 gold coins to the merchants of Marienburg, headed by Grand Duke Valverde, and told them that we Nuer people will remember your donation.

In any case, the merchants in Marienburg still have a large number of old-world sales channels and networks. In the future, Nuer's industrial products will continue to sell well all over the world. Emilia learned this from Su Liya. It must be beaten, and the leeks must be cut regularly, but it will not be beaten to death with a stick. Business is an important source of taxation.

"Send someone to find the lady, since so much has been confiscated, at least...spit out 70,800,000 things!" Heilberg said coldly, "I know about this, and I will help you with the dirty money. Stop it for now."

"Yes..." Zentler just breathed a sigh of relief, when Heilberg continued to ask: "Has the messenger seeking help from Brittany set out?"

"I'm about to say this." Zentler reported quickly.

After Heilberg asked the imperial parliament to ask for help from Britania, what did the imperial court under the imperial parliament do?

The first step is to summon court ministers, diplomats, post bureaucrats, suitable messengers, and scholars in Brunswick.

The second step is to hold important meetings to ensure that important leaders of various departments are fully present and can play a role in promoting the resolution of the problem.

The third step is to express the opinions of all parties and fully discuss the following issues, the importance of choosing a messenger, the importance of letter rhetoric, the consequences of asking for help, the consequences of not asking for help, and the possible cost of the arrival of the Breton cavalry.

In the fourth step, all department leaders explained that their department's work has nothing to do with asking for help, and it has nothing to do with sending letters.

Let the messenger and the scholar choose. The messenger comes up with sending the letter, and the messenger himself bears all the responsibilities. If Ryan does not come to the rescue or will be wrong, then the scholar who wrote the letter bears all the responsibilities, not a matter of various departments.

If no one is sent to deliver the letter, then this problem does not exist.

Therefore, no messenger dared to send letters, no scholars dared to write letters, so the request for help was delayed.

Heilberg closed his eyes in pain, these bureaucrats!

It is difficult to do one thing, but there are really 10,000 ways to do it!

"...Send someone to tell them." Heilberg's low voice sounded: "They just send out the request for help as soon as possible, do it immediately, do it immediately, within an hour I must see the messenger will ask for help. Send Brunswick!"

"However, this matter is of great importance..." Zentler has yet to say.

"Tell them!!! All the relations and all the responsibilities, I will take on Kurt Heilberg!!" The old man roared hysterically, "Just say it! Everything is my order, it's mine. Responsibility, can you do it!? Still want me to sign a regent? Then I sign now! Satisfy them! Satisfy them, you must ask for help! We can't wait! Ryan Mackado takes time to build an army, and Fort Marim is gone. , It is impossible for Breton knights to fly through the axe bite!"

Zentler nodded silently, this is what everyone was waiting for.

The old man took the pot back, and everyone was ready to do things.

When the words were over, there were several angry angers. Heilberg was about to walk outside, but Zentler was still in front of him: "There is this thing, please take a look."

Zentler was holding a thick roll of fine parchment, whose workmanship surpassed any current technology in the empire. Heilberg took it and found that the signature on it was "VVC". The ring seal was very gorgeous and ancient: "This Yes?"

"This is what we found at the top of the palace, with blood all around."

Heilberg hesitated, but unfolded the parchment.

Black and red ink came into view.