Early in the morning, Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire woke up from his sleep.
The bright morning light illuminated the interior of the hut. When the Emperor forced his eyes open, he found himself lying on a carpet made of animal skin. There was no doubt that this was a high-quality animal skin carpet from his palace. Even so, the hard ground still made the Emperor's shoulders and back a little uncomfortable.
The Emperor quickly felt ashamed of this situation. He almost forced himself to expel his sleepiness. The Emperor abruptly lifted the blanket covering his body to let the cold morning air enter his body and force himself to wake up.
Karl, Karl, have years of living like a prince made you slack off? The Emperor scolded himself.
Karl-franz was in his early fifties this year. To a Legendary human, this age was considered the prime of his life. This meant that his experience and skills were at their peak, and his physical strength had not yet begun to decline.
However, the Emperor was not satisfied with his condition. Very dissatisfied.
After many years of internal affairs and court life, as the Emperor, after ascending to the throne, his battle prowess and skills could not be said to have improved much. This was because the excessive internal affairs and various court activities had almost exhausted the Emperor's energy, making it so that he did not have much energy to temper and strengthen his martial skills, to comprehend deeper powers.
When he was young, he was a warrior who mingled with the soldiers in the barracks. He only needed some salted meat, black bread, and ale to maintain his vigorous combat strength during the march.
Climbing up from the blanket, the Emperor checked his surroundings. This was a small wooden hut, a little like a hunter's hut, but also a little like a guest room. Memories quickly returned to the Emperor's mind. He remembered that he and his army came out to hunt. This was the Empire's routine autumn hunt, and it was also one of the few routine palace activities that the Emperor liked. He could enjoy three days and two nights of hunting.
Yes, it was now the autumn of 2519 in the Empire's calendar.
This year was a year full of disasters for the entire Old World.
At the beginning of the year, several Human settlements near the Gray and Black Mountains were attacked. It was too late to rescue them. When the army arrived, they could only see ruins. The Human army was unable to enter the depths of the mountains.
At this time, the Empire and Brittania had once again abandoned their former enmity and chose to unite, sending out troops to fight together. The Shadow Devils were driven deeper into the Grey Mountains, or at least that was what it seemed to be on the surface.
But the Empire didn't seem to have any breathing room. After the threat of the Shadow Devils was dealt with, a new group of Orcs rose from the Old World. It was the famous Wormtongue Tribe. The leader of this terrifying Orc army was the legendary Orc Orc Wormtongue. This was a Sanctuary Orc Orc Wormtongue who worshipped Nurgle. He was an abomination. Wherever he passed, all the fertile fields became barren, and all the forests became barren land full of poisonous insects. Wherever he passed, he would point lightly and recite a dark incantation to destroy the land and any power that protected him.
A large group of hungry Skeleton Locusts was like a living storm as they mercilessly gnawed at the fertile fields. After a while, the fields became barren land.
As it giggled with sticky phlegm, the pure river turned into bile that was hard to swallow. With just a praise for Nurgle, the sky was suddenly filled with a large number of twisted and wriggling maggots that fell into the lake violently like hailstones. The barn that was originally filled with corn and barley was occupied by rotten and smelly mud, and the sweet and delicious ale became sticky and dirty saliva.
The Emperor knew that he couldn't let Morac Wormtongue enter the core of the Empire. Under his orders, Rick led the army. Marshal Rick Helberg led a large army and encountered the Wormtongue Tribe at the Six Peaks.
Helberg fought bravely, but he was caught off guard. The Empire's army couldn't withstand the siege of the Wormtongue Tribe and Morac's witchcraft. Until Saul led the army under Gart appeared. Under the influence of the wind of piety, hundreds of giant horned beasts were transformed into golden statues by the ultimate alchemy. With the addition of the cannons from the Alchemy College and Eldrad's Guards, the Empire's army finally won.
This was the Battle of the Six Peaks.
But before the Empire could breathe a sigh of relief, a letter for help from the Dwarves of Riptide Pass arrived at Karl-franz's desk from afar.
The Riptide Pass was surrounded by a large army of Green Goblins! The Riptide Pass, with only 25000 residents, had to face a strong enemy that was no less than his own. The Dwarf King Balentine Stoneheart had to put down his previous prejudice and ask for help from the Empire and the Dwarven fortresses.
However, the enemy came faster than expected. Before the Supreme King Solgreen's reinforcements and the Butcher King Agrim Ironfist's reinforcements arrived, the Riptide Pass had already suppressed the attacks of the Green Goblins with its own cannons.
That was until a large group of Ogre mercenaries appeared. This group of terrifying Ogre mercenaries almost turned the tide of the battle, forcing the Dwarven army to retreat completely into the Riptide Pass. The despairing King Balentine even planned to seal the gate and defend to the death.
But at that moment, the Empire's reinforcements arrived in Nur. This was the first successor of Lady Emmanuel, the son of the Knight King Laing, the godson of Emperor Karl-franz, the 16-year-old Baron Frey Derick von Lebowitz Bernardino of Nur.
It was unrealistic to want to determine Frey Derick's talent with just one battle. However, the young Baron displayed his terrifying commanding ability and the ability to deploy cannons in his first battle. Under the barrage of hundreds of cannons, the Green Goblins and the Ogre mercenaries were completely destroyed. This battle was known as the "Battle of a Hundred Cannons". After the battle, the King of Riptide Pass, Balentine Stoneheart and Frey Derick exchanged tokens of friendship.
The continuous war gave Karl-franz and his Empire almost no time to breathe. When the war finally subsided, the Emperor was free to go hunting for a few days. He just wanted to rest for two days.
While Karl-franz was still thinking about something, footsteps came from outside. The footsteps were heavy. The Emperor subconsciously reached out to the Rune Tooth beside him. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Your Majesty, Kintley."
The Emperor let out a sigh and relaxed. "Please come in."
The Rikian guards brought in a basin of water and a breakfast of bread and butter, fried eggs, Thuringian sausages, and vegetable salad.
The Emperor took a towel and washed his face with water. When he was washing his face, the Emperor's bad sense of humor came into play again. "You must have something to say this time, right? Kintley, let's be frank. I hate riddles, especially when I'm getting out of bed. "
"There is indeed a situation," Kintley said helplessly. "We found a few poachers at the hunting ground."
"Just expel them according to the rules." The Emperor rubbed his face with the towel. He did not care about it. "But just this once."
"It's a few Kislöw hunters," Kintley said helplessly. "They had a conflict with the Rikian people. The Rikian people … especially the hunters, demanded that they all be executed."
The towel was thrown directly into the basin of water.
The Emperor took a deep breath and opened his mouth. In the end, he only commented with one word, "Oh!"
In recent years, this kind of news was nothing new. After the Kieslev family was essentially wiped out, a large number of Kieslev's had entered the Empire. These Kieslev's had many conflicts with the natives of the Empire. If race, culture, language, and customs had made the two sides hostile to each other, then what really caused a lot of conflicts between the two sides was the dispute over jobs.
To put it simply, Mrs. Kiesler was "cheaper" in every sense of the word. Hiring a Rikian might cost ten copper coins a day, but Mrs. Kiesler was willing to do it for five copper coins.
A large number of Mrs. Kiesler entered the Rikian territory, and a large number of the low-end labor market was occupied by these people. Many Rikian people lost their livelihood, so naturally, they held a grudge. The two sides had more than one large-scale bloody conflict, which gave the Emperor a headache. The Rikian people were the Emperor's base, but more often than not, they were the ones who caused trouble and took the initiative to start conflicts.
How could this be judged?
The Emperor could not help but complain in his heart. Why didn't these people go to Laing?
The manors of the nobles on the opposite side of the mountain were hiring all day long. They needed people to harvest corn and cotton. The Knights often provided buffet watermelons and bananas. Occasionally, during holidays, there would be fried chicken and grape-flavored soda!
Karl-franz was unhappy that the Brittany occupied Örengrád and fortified Kislöw. However, the Empire's finances did not have the ability to support Katarín's restoration. Secondly, Emmanuel and Boris Todbringer felt that the Northern Empire needed a fence, so the Emperor did not say anything.
"Expel them. Tell the local hunters that if they have the ability to hunt Orcs in the forest, they can earn bounties! This is the Royal Hunting Ground. No one is allowed to hunt here. If I discover them again, don't blame the Emperor for being merciless! " Carl's gaze sharpened as he said, "Tell me, Kintley. While we are focused on the western region, is there any news from Sylvania?"
"Steele reports that Sylvania is relatively peaceful." Kintley checked the news and shook his head.
"Very good. It's best for the dead to be dead in their graves." The Emperor nodded and said tiredly, "Don't come out and cause trouble."
… I'm the one who came out to cause trouble … …
Old World, south of the Ridge of the World.
Nagashzha.
Nagashzha was also known as the Cursed Pit. It was the lair where Nagashzha escaped after being defeated by the Tomb Kings. It was one of the most powerful fortresses in this world.
It was built by the tireless labor of countless undead. The fortress protruded 800 meters out of the desert. It was directly carved out of the Lame Peak. Thus, the top of the mountain was the tallest tower. Hundreds of large towers stood on the mountainside. Their windows emitted a terrifying green magical light when night fell.
Here, dozens of undead armies under the control of hundreds of Necromancers worked day and night to strengthen and reinforce the fortress. For thousands of years, the entire mountain range had been completely hollowed out. Countless corridors and thousands of rooms had been dug out. The undead did not need manpower. Thus, after Nagashzha was half-dead, they only had one mission left, and that was to guard their master's fortress.
Four giant gatekeepers guarded the gate of Nagashzha. They were Skeletal Giants that were dozens of meters tall. Hundreds of Skeletal Catapults were placed on the city walls, ready to throw a sky full of bone cannons at the army that surrounded the fortress.
Below the fortress was an underground tunnel that was twice the height of the fortress. It was a huge beehive-like labyrinth filled with undead that excavated Dimensional Stones. These labyrinth corridors were constantly patrolled by Nagashzha's Necromancers. They were always vigilant against the Ratmen who tried to sneak back.
The Lord of the Necromancers, Nagashzha, was now in a state of being neither dead nor alive, or Schrodinger's unknown state. His consciousness was half awake, but with only a skull left, he could not do anything. He could only rely on constant planning and influence to achieve his goals. He also used various divinations and whispers to let his agents know what he wanted to do.
Just like the decaying Corpse Emperor who once sat on the golden throne, Nagashzha's will was difficult to understand. However, there was never a lack of Necromancers who came to Nagashzha on a pilgrimage. These Necromancers who drove the undead regarded Nagashzha as a God and believed that one day he would lead them from the fortress to conquer the world.
After waiting for many years, the Necromancers did not wait for Nagashzha's true return. However, they waited for a person.
The last Vampire Count, Man Frey Von Karstein.
Man Frey Von Karstein showed Akerhan's proof. The Vampire Count entered Nagashzha. He sincerely, with a firm and sincere tone, told the Necromancers of Nagashzha how much effort he had put in to resurrect Nagashzha, how he had allied with the Lich King Akerhan, and how he had fought for the sake of the resurrection of the Lord of the Necromancers, not hesitating to sacrifice himself.
The Necromancers were skeptical of Man Frey Von Karstein's words. However, Man Frey Von Karstein showed more evidence, including three of the Nine Scrolls of Nagashzha and the Fallen Blade that had once killed Nagashzha.
After seeing the evidence, the Necromancers of Nagashzha decided to ask the Lord of the Necromancers for his answer through divination.
Soon, they received a positive reply.
Thus, the Necromancers of Nagashzha swore an oath and made a terrible contract with the Vampire Count – to help them achieve their lofty goal of summoning the Lord of the Necromancers to return to the mortal world and reign supreme.
After more than a thousand years, Nagashzha was once again resurrected. Dozens of Undead Legions and hundreds of Necromancers were ready to go, waiting for Man Frey Von Karstein's orders.
It also announced that the Nagashzha's resurrection plan was officially launched with the cooperation of Man Frey Von Karstein and Akerhan.
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