Warhammer Throne

A fragile covenant was temporarily signed, after which a huge map of Brittany was spread on the wooden table of the abandoned villa.

The undead wizard Kemmler stretched out his dirty hands. His hands were as dry as shriveled branches, with long fingers and long nails. The nails were packed with sludge. This is in Mathewbad. It seems quite disgusting.

On the contrary, Kemler also felt ridiculous about Mathieubad’s powdered face, well-decorated corners, and ceremonial behavior. In the eyes of necromancers, only magic and power are the true meaning of everything in the world. , Is the ultimate goal, and the rest is illusion.

For strength, Kemler doesn't mind taking refuge in Chaos, this is just a way to gain strength.

The allies with all their minds finally stood in front of the map, watching the current situation.

The situation left for vampires is already quite dangerous. Moussilon is like an isolated island in the vast ocean. Since the time of the king, the Bretons have created a whole epidemic prevention belt along Moussilon. These are made by the castle. The anti-epidemic belt formed with the city wall may not be able to completely block Moussilon’s undead army on the cursed land, but it is enough for Mahhubard’s army to spend a lot of effort to break through the defense line, and let it be the first time. The entire knight kingdom was informed of the trend.

Therefore, Matthew Bard could not easily mobilize Musilon's undead army, and the main force of the army at the beginning was still dependent on Kemler's Tumulus Legion.

"If possible, I really hope that I will go west and attack Bastogne directly." The undead wizard reached out and lighted Bastogne Castle, not far from the Blackstone stronghold. On the tall stone mountain, Duke Berhemond and him The Red Dragon family is living here.

"It is not a wise choice to attack Bastogne now." Mathieubad shook his head: "The Duchy of Bastogne is a very special place. It is the land of prosperity in the country of Bretania. There are the most Holy Grail pilgrims and expedition knights, where the fake family coat of arms of Arthur can make a real master of heraldry confusing, and over the years, the South of Bretania has continued to prosper and prosper. After seeing the fixed tax reform carried out by Lord Ryan Macadoo, many dukes have learned to implement reforms in the name of Lake Bitch. Among them, Bastogne is just when the fixed tax reform is in full swing, I dare say If we go south to attack at this time, no matter the knights or serfs there will definitely pick up the guys and fight us hard."

"What's wrong? The more dead, we can revive the dead in large numbers and form a new army." After hearing Duke Moussilon's words, the undead wizard already knew it, but Kemmler was determined to try Mathuba. De's ability, so he pretended to be surprised and said: "This is in line with our plan."

After listening to Kemmler’s words, Mathieubad immediately understood that this was Kemmler’s temptation. As a former Breton knight and godson of Arkhan, Mathieubad was absolutely acquainted with this country. Knowing the palm, he continued calmly: "Yes, that's right, when you have resurrected a certain number of dead, you have to face Ryan and François, as well as the coalition of the dwarf clan, plus The Duke of Upper Berhimond and his Brotherhood of Red Dragon Knights, I think your Tumulus Legion is not enough to carry this important task. I don’t mean to belittle you, Lord Kemmler, but I still want to say that we have A better choice."

The alliance of the undead has just been established, and Mathieubad and Kemmler still need each other, and Mathieubad also knows that he must bring some dry goods out, otherwise it will be difficult to gain Kemmler's trust.

"Better choice? We can go south to attack Pallaon, or we can go north to attack Montfort." Kemmler strode past Mathewbad, his noisy staff talking endlessly. what.

"This country was severely depleted due to the chaotic invasion at the beginning of last year. Among them, the northern part of the kingdom was the most serious. Lyonasse not only fell into internal divisions, but also the productivity was seriously regressed. The new Duke of Aldelaide wanted to wipe out the serfs. The rebellion has been scorched, and it is almost impossible for the Duchy of Connet and Le-Angouran to pass through the Ardennes." Mathieubad's fingers moved along the gray mountains: "So, we have two ideal targets for attack. ."

"Montfort, or Gisole Oaks." Kemmler's deep gaze moved along the gray mountains, and he whispered: "But if you fight like this, are you sure you won't attract reinforcements from Bastogne?"

"As long as the speed is fast enough, it won't." Mathieubad pointed to the border between Gisoleaux and Montfort and Bastogne. The relationship is very poor. Both the Duchy of Montfort and the Duchy of Gisoleaux coveted the vast plains of Bastogne, so although there was no large-scale battle between the two sides, the sporadic conflict between the barons and viscounts of the two sides never stopped. We move fast enough, and the pride and arrogance of the knights doomed them to have no time to reinforce each other."

"Very good." Kemmler expressed satisfaction with Mathieubad's plan, and the necromancer raised his head and stared at Mathieubad.

What he saw was a black knight with hatred and spite, and Kemler liked this kind of ally.

In Mathieubad's eyes, he saw an undead wizard with strong hatred and greed.

"So...what's your decision?" Mathieubad motioned to Kemmler to make a decision.

"I agree with your decision to go north and south. We will attack first and be caught off guard against Brittany." Kemler smiled, his old and shriveled laughter resounded throughout the deserted villa, the Great Wizard of the Dead. First stepped out a few steps, and then immediately turned back. He pointed to Mathieubad behind him: "You have provided me with a good suggestion, godson of the Lich King."

"Then we can prepare to attack Gisole Oaks..." Mathieubad said subconsciously.

"Gisole Oaks? No, we won't attack Jesole Oaks!" Kemler rudely refuted Mathieubad's suggestion: "My Tumulus Legion and I will not attack there for the time being."

"???" Mathieubad frowned. He has given two locations. Among them, the Principality of Montfort is not a good target. That principality has almost no farmland, and its income depends on grazing and tariffs. There is also gray. Mines in the mountains. In this case, almost every lord of the Principality of Montfort built strong castles along the gray mountains to monitor the roads and control the pastures: "Can you tell me the reason?"

"The reason is... I'm the one who decides where to fight!" Kemmler walked up to Mathieubad, his wrinkled face under the wizard's hat stared at Duke Moussilon, who was not very pretty: "Learn to adapt. Your role, Arkham’s godson, your task is to assist me, not to order me to do well"

"...Of course, if you decide so, let's do it." Mathieubad's face was uncertain, and he finally nodded in agreement: "My army and I will assist you, no matter where you plan to attack, I Will go all out."

"You better be like this." The great necromancer looked at Duke Moussilon for a while, and then turned his gaze away after making sure that he had no other ideas: "Very well, now let us go back and prepare for war, my ancient tomb legion. It will bring disaster to the world, starting from the Principality of Montfort."

"If this is the case, then I will retire first, Your Excellency Kemler, when you are ready, I will lead my army to send troops from Musilon to support you." Mahhubard put his posture very low, he was full Bow down politely: "Don't forget our agreement."

"Yeah." Kemler squeezed his noisy skull staff, and the pointed crow cried a few times. The powerful undead magic enveloped him and dissipated in a mist full of death and corpse smell. middle.

"So arrogant and rude." A vampire lord behind Mathieubad came up, his voice was full of anger: "The undead wizard who doesn't even have a title, has wandered like a dog in the gray mountains for many years. , All so arrogant, I think we must teach him some lessons, my duke."

"Lessons are to be given, but not now." Mathieubad was very calm. After many failures, the young man grew up very quickly. His blue eyes were filled with weird smiles: " For now, Kemmler and I are still allies moving forward and retreating together. We need each other. We are now compatriots, brothers and sisters, and comrades-in-arms. No matter how badly we are, we are allies with our own hearts. He and I must unite and work together against the knights. My relationship with him is that we will benefit from cooperation, and we will do both harm if we separate."

"Your will is the yardstick of my actions, my Duke." The vampire lord is named Hal Harris. If Ryan is here, he will immediately find out that he is Ryan's alias of Marienburg merchant Gabe Newell in Mu After Akhhan left, the vampires of Musilon were loyal to Mathewbad.

Vampires are all two or five, and Mathieubad doesn't know how much loyalty these people are, but there won't be many if you think about it.

After thinking about it, Mathewbad went on to say: "Since Kemmler decides to attack Montfort, we only need to cooperate fully and prepare to go back and gather the army."

"Really have to cooperate fully? My Duke? That Kemler is so arrogant, he will be our strong enemy in the future!" The Vampire Lord was very reluctant, it said sharply: "We should guard him a step, at least not Let him win so easily."

"No, this time we must do our best to help Kemmler, even if it is not good, we must help him." Mahhubard once again rejected Harris's suggestion, his brows frowned: "Now Moussilon has become a In the isolated city, we must rely on the Tumulus Legion to open up the situation for us. Every victory of Kemler will accelerate the eyes of the knight and the lake **** from Mu Xilong. This is exactly what we need. With this as the premise, we must do our best to help him... at least it is necessary for now."

"Need to contact the Lich King?" Harris continued to ask.

"No." Mathieubad lowered his head to think about the problem. The Lich King Akhan is currently looking for the Crown of Witchcraft in the Southern Badlands and the Border Prince, and Manfred is leading a large-scale undead. The legion attacked Skaven’s magic capital, and the sword of Nagash was within Skaven’s magic capital.

"Prepare to plan." Mathieubad stopped thinking, and he signaled that his men could prepare to leave.

…………

Autumn season, Old World, Brittany, Count of Glamorgan.

Ryan is patrolling his territory on his pure-blood elf warhorse grapes. His army is temporarily disbanded except for the dwarves and knights. The soldiers are busy going home to the autumn harvest. This year is another good year of harvest, golden food. The barns were piled up with smiles on everyone's faces, and groups of children were playing and frolicking in the countryside.

The serfs used carts or burdens to transport grain. First, the lake **** prophets under Mogiana levied tithes, and then the tax officers of Lane levied fixed taxes. After these two taxes were paid, the rest of the grain belonged to serfs. Own.

The carriage industry emerged in the territory, and some serfs began to transform themselves into carriage drivers, shouting for business. Ryan even saw that some serfs had begun to hire people to help them harvest grain. The village was gradually forming a bazaar, and some merchants were carrying carriages. Fruits, meat, and lamp oil were sold along the village. Some dwarves of the Angland clan also joined them, selling dwarves’ farm tools and daily necessities.

There are more and more windmills and waterwheels in the territory. Some of Lane’s craftsmen have not had time to build the waterwheel. The serfs even pooled money together to hire dwarves to help them build the waterwheel first. Some serfs who learned their skills chose to move in. In the city, relying on their own skills and craftsmanship to eat, or opening a shop in the city, working for the knight master or businessman, they gradually exchanged for wealth and higher social status through their hard work.

A new class is sprouting. They are collectively called the free people. They represent the enterprising group of serfs who are eager to change their destiny. These people are gradually becoming the glue that fills the insurmountable gap between serfs and nobles.

The oracle of the fairy in the lake brought great hope to this emerging class. Every enterprising serf realized that if he wanted to be a freedman or even a knight master, he had to go to the battlefield and make merits. While purchasing a complete set of soldiers' equipment and weapons waiting to be called up, they never return to the countryside to work hard. There is no farmland in the town, but there are opportunities.

"It's really a prosperous rural scene. In the past few years, the number of free people has risen from a few hundred at the beginning to 2,000 now." Ryan looked at the fiery harvest scene and the smiles on the serfs' faces. Su Liya next to her said: "There will be more in the future. If this goes on, my army can gradually get out of production."

"Apothecaries, armorsmiths, bowmakers, winemakers, scribes, carpenters, cartographers, jade cutters, gunsmiths, herbalists, vendors, boat builders, blacksmiths, masons, tailors, and weapon artisans, all in you I can almost see all the types of craftsmen in the entire old world in the territory of the old world." Su Liya raised her chin, and the countess cast a wink at Ryan, and said softly: "Ryan~You are still doing a good job. , I didn’t waste my trust~"

After finishing talking, the female knight stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and snickered quietly: "Interesting~ It's really interesting. Now the dukes of the entire country are secretly learning your reforms. You are injecting fresh blood and bringing in this country. Fresh atmosphere, well done."

"???" Ryan felt strange in his heart, and he asked tentatively: "Suria? What's the matter with you? It's not like you."

"Oh? Why doesn't this look like me? Am I not your beloved wife?" The female knight laughed and laughed. She rode a pure blood elf warrior close to Ryan, and said in his ear: "Still, Do you like me to be more serious?"

"You..." Ryan's face slowly turned dark: "You are not Su Liya!"

"Hahahaha~ I was discovered, this is a reward for you~" The female knight patted her full chest with interest, causing it to bounce, and she gave Ryan a light kiss on the face. : "This is the deposit, wait and see, wait until we get to my tower."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Ryan was keenly aware of the problem.

"The situation has changed, my champion." "Su Liya"'s face also became serious: "Go to my tower, let's talk in detail."

"good."