Warhammer Throne

"That day, you went to visit the Imperial Royal Zoo. This hotel waiter came in to clean up." Two women stood in the ice cellar, looking at the corpse, Olica's amber eyes carried some caution: "I thought at the time. , This waiter is a little abnormal, so pay attention."

"It's not normal? What's not normal?" Su Liya lowered her head to examine the frozen corpse. This is a very normal hotel attendant. He has no scars on his body, and he is neatly dressed, just temporarily on his face. There is extreme fear.

"His shoes." The dark elf pointed at the hotel waiter's shoes: "As a waiter, he doesn't know how to wear a pair of white leather shoes, which is rare for waiters."

Su Liya looked down and saw that the hotel waiter was indeed wearing white leather shoes. The female knight narrowed her eyes: "Olica, you found a blind spot."

Generally speaking, people in this industry will not wear white shoes. These shoes are not resistant to dirt and will easily get dust and stains. Just like in Lane’s castle, all the maids wear black. The difference is that Olica wears high heels, and Emilia and Silvia prefer to wear small leather shoes.

If it is a less formal place, it's fine, but this is the Imperial Royal Hotel, the most formal place.

"I found out that something was wrong, and immediately followed it out." The dark elf stood there and said seriously: "I followed him to the house of the Von Srek family, and found that he really came with a purpose."

"Purpose, why?" Su Liya checked the corpse herself, but couldn't find out anything. The female knight gradually understood: "He's just a scout? Wait, von Sreker's killer You did the tragedy?!"

"Yes." The dark elf had no guilt about it, her tone was as if she had slaughtered a few chickens: "I did it."

"How can you do this?" Su Liya frowned instinctively, and the female knight was unhappy with what the dark elf did.

"Or do you want Devonhill to get into trouble? This is the easiest and most effective way, madam, and I have found far more than this." Olica is still pressure-free, or she doesn't care at all." If you want to listen, you can listen to it, and if you don’t want to, you can leave right away."

Olica's figure was reflected in Suria's beautiful sea-blue pupils. The female knight held her hand on the hilt of the sword of Leona, and closed her eyes: "Go on."

"I followed this evil believer here and learned about their plan." The dark elf told the duchess what he knew.

After Olica followed this satanic believer to von Sreker’s mansion, she overheard the plan of these satanic believers, which is the largest sect of **** sect hidden in the empire. A secret plan carefully planned for several years.

This plan has been prepared for a long time.

The Musicians Association, conspired to use a fake child to replace Ryan and Emilia’s son, Frederick Jr.!

"After eavesdropping on the news, these crooked believers wanted to cast a spell, using the fur of little Frederick they found on the carpet to release some kind of secret technique, which was stopped by me." The dark elf played with one of his hands. For the butterfly daggers, this pair of daggers was made by Ryan’s request from the dwarf craftsman Deron Feynson. It is specially designed for the dark elves, and comes with "Swift Rune" and "Reaping Rune". The former can change Olica's actions. Faster, the latter can allow Orika to absorb the life force dissipated by the enemy through runes when completing a kill in melee combat to restore a little physical strength.

"It was blocked by you? Does this mean that the plan has been aborted?" Su Liya was still confused about the current situation. The female knight asked: "You killed them all, does this affect their plan? Otherwise, you Why do you have to do it?"

"No effect." The dark elf shook his head indifferently. The butterfly dagger in her hand was really flying in the air like a butterfly: "According to my search for souls, there are more than a dozen rich people in Brunswick. Such evil believers and noble family strongholds lurking here, and spread throughout the city, the Walkers Association has hundreds of hidden piles, and these hidden piles are not connected to each other, only the relationship between the superior and the subordinate, they act extremely cautiously Just destroying a stronghold will not affect their plans at all."

"After I wiped out this group of people, I controlled a deceased person to move in place for a few hours before I got rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded: "I think it is necessary to let you know."

"In that case, why did you want to notify me instead of Ryan or Emilia?" Su Liya's expression became more serious after hearing the news: "You should tell the three of us!"

"The master's goal is really too big." The dark elf shook his head calmly: "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If he knows, he will definitely let the Musicians Association discover and expose, so we may I will never be able to catch this sect of evildoers, so I decided not to notify the master for the time being."

"Then why didn't you inform Emilia?" Su Liya asked next.

The dark elf didn't answer, she just stared at Su Liya silently, without saying a word.

The female knight's face suddenly changed. She thought of a possibility, an extremely terrifying possibility. In fact, she had a vague understanding, but she still did not dare to say it.

"You...you are testing me! Dark elf!" Su Liya immediately drew out the sword of Leon Nasai, and the burning blade pointed directly at Olica's face. The rare anger was on Su Liya's face. Burning on: "Do you think I am that kind of person?!"

"I have never judged you, Mrs. Suria." The dark elf smiled. She smiled sweetly and weirdly: "My responsibility is to tell you everything, and then let you choose, how do you choose and I have nothing to do, and I will not recommend any handling suggestions to you, but I think I can understand it this way, Mrs. Suria, you don’t understand us at all. Besides, his existence is for you and for the owner. Saying that it is always an invisible threat, am I wrong?"

"Olica!" Su Liya finally shouted angrily, and the female knight yelled: "Don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Ryan!"

"I repeat, I didn't force you." The dark elf shook his head: "I just let you choose. I repeat it again. How you choose has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, Olica raised her head, and Su Liya's shadow was reflected in the dark elf's amber eyes: "You have your way to love your master, and I have my way. Besides, you didn't let me Under embarrassing conditions, the equipment on your body may be invincible to others, but it is not to me. You know very well that my body has a similar spirit pattern imprint on my body, which was carved by the master himself, I I will let you choose, just because you are a wife."

When the female knight heard the words, Su Liya finally showed a hint of helplessness on her delicate face. She put down her sword: "I’m not that kind of person, Olica, don’t put you on the dark elf side. Move to our side, I will repeat it again, I am not that kind of person, you know, what does that mean to Emilia."

"I understand." Olica nodded, and she put away her weapons: "This is your choice, then let us join hands. Just today, taking advantage of the banquet in the palace, the Musicians Association has Several people are preparing for a gathering here, and the killing of the von Schreck family has aroused their vigilance."

"Very well, then what is your plan?" Su Liya glanced at the corpse on the ground again.

"My plan is to do it again." Olica smiled.

Thirty minutes later, a team of guards and a few carriages came from afar, along the snow-cleared road in the rich area, and came to the door of this noble manor. One of the guards took out a huge copper key. Opened the gate of the manor.

The sound of the wheels broke the silence in the night, and a nobleman wearing a noble uniform and holding a suitcase in his hand walked off the carriage with the help of the guard.

"Your Excellency Luck, welcome." Another nobleman said to him: "Everyone is here."

"I see." The nobleman was a famous baron in the capital of the empire, Werner von Lacker, a famous painter and politician, wearing a bear skin imported by Kislov The coat, the waistcoat was covered with snow, and there was a short head, and the hair was a little gray.

He walked quickly into the manor, and the guards immediately began to alert, standing in a circle around the entire manor.

Along the stairs, Werner walked quickly to the second floor. He opened the door to the room on the second floor, and then glanced unnaturally at the oil painting mounted on the wall.

The oil painting is a grand ball. At the ball, many men and women are dancing. The scene is extremely luxurious and crazy, but if you look carefully, you will find that although everyone at the ball is dancing, but their faces A certain kind of fear and anxiety. In the mirror of the ball, there are some unspeakable figures who are having fun with these men and women. Some wear masks, some do not. A strange atmosphere surrounds this oil painting.

Werner frowned, he muttered a few words silently, then walked to his desk, sat down on the soft chair, lit the oil lamp, and put the suitcase on the table: "Where are they? You? Don’t you say they’re here?"

"My sir, they are still arguing about what to do." A noble with an obvious lower status came in from the outside, bowed his head and saluted, and then continued: "Some people think we are exposed, some people don't. We The plan was temporarily stopped to avoid the limelight."

"Is there any news from Nuer?" Werner frowned. He opened the suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a thick stack of documents, covered with the imperial double-headed eagle markings, and also with rice. Board the unique white wolf logo.

"No." The visitor shook his head: "Ms. Gentle has no orders."

"Very well, you go out and let me be alone." Baron Werner stretched out his hand to signal people to go out: "Let them get ready soon!"

"Yes!" The visitor bowed and bowed before leaving the room.

Baron Werner took out the document, looked through it carefully, and at the same time began to think in his heart.

The gathering place of the evil followers is very difficult to be found by ordinary people, because from the outside, this place is just an ordinary shop, hotel or aristocratic manor. After thousands of years of lurking, these evil followers have learned how to stay away from them. The surveillance of the demon hunters and the battle priests has learned how to inadvertently corrupt the nobles and priests. Entertainment is the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Musicians Association knows how to use this, in many cases, for leisure and entertainment. Embarking on the road of worshipping evildoers is only a matter of thought, and even to this day, some believers of evildoing do not know what they worship, and do not know that they are already believers in chaos.

But Werner, who was lurking in Braunschweig, was already in danger by the killing of the von Schreck family. He was ready to leave immediately tomorrow, return to Noor, and return to the Walker's Association. Base camp.

The dim candlelight erratic in the dark room, Werner looked at the document in his hand.

This document was sent from Middenheim. The document seems to have no problem on the surface, it seems to be a munitions report.

But when Werner smeared a pink-purple potion on the document, a purplish handprint appeared on the document.

The Hand of Wuzi, the largest sect of the empire, is cooperating with the Walkers Association.

They have used the treacherous young masters bestowed by Trick to create a few "boys" exactly like the little Frederick. As long as they can find a chance to replace the real little Frederick, even Ryan and others will not be in a short time. Will find the problem.

This is the will of Yin Qi and the evil evil. Facing this issue, Cthulhu has reached a consensus. In order to deal with Ryan and destroy him, the two sects intend to temporarily abandon their differences and reach a consensus.

This is the "Masked Ball Project."

Werner frowned. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to cooperate with the Treacherous Sect, but the incident of the von Schreck family made him realize that perhaps the Association of Walkers alone would not be able to complete the task.

After looking at the documents for a while, Werner lit the candle, feeling a little pain in his eyes. At this time, there was a slight sound of heavy objects falling from downstairs.

The baron struck a spirit, and he wondered why those people hadn't come yet: "Is there anyone? Gail? Are they there?"

"..." In the quiet winter night, only the sound of the wind was left.

"Gail?" Werner's face changed slightly. He stood up cautiously, and immediately tore the papers to pieces, then burned them off, blew out the candles, and walked towards the door of the room step by step.

The deep, dark corridor was full of depth and fantasy. The baron's leather shoes pressed on the floor of the floor, making a dull creaking sound. He pressed against the wall, tiptoed, and came to the stairs.

Four fingers grasped the escalator, Werner carefully poked his head from the stairs of the second floor towards the first floor: "?"

The scene in front of him made his heart tighten, blood flow all over his body increased, and his head almost exploded.

The dozen or so guards on the first floor plus a few devious believers have all fallen in a pool of blood, and all have been killed by a single blow. The difference is that some guards are stabbed in the throat, and some guards are chopped into pieces or Die through the heart.

"Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He crawled around and rushed back to his room. In a panic, Werner hurriedly locked the door of the room, then picked up his suitcase, took out a handful of short fire guns, opened the insurance, and hid on the table. In front, he shook the handle of the gun tightly all over, as if it could bring him a sense of security.

"Who?! Who is it?"

A black shadow appeared from behind Werner and descended from the ceiling. Before Werner had time to react, a purple light flashed across the room. Amidst the screams, the short fire bludgeon fell to the ground: " ~"

A purple butterfly dagger stuck to the baron's throat from behind, and then there was a sweet but indifferent and murderous voice.

"Good evening, sir."

"Can you trouble your soul, let me have a look?"