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As mentioned before, the alliance between Man Frey and Akerman was very fragile and dangerous. Both sides wanted to make use of the other.
However, Man Frey had the most dark thoughts in his heart. Ever since he was turned into a vampire, Man Frey didn't like Blood Ancestor Vlad Von Castein's methods. In his opinion, Vlad's methods were too 'righteous' and meaningless.
That was why Vlad's grand plan never came to fruition.
There was nothing more joyous than attacking someone from behind and watching them weaken bit by bit until they were finally defeated.
So how could he realize Man Frey's plan to unify the world?
There was no hurry. Ever since Man Frey suffered a 'Great Liberation Curse' from the High Priest in Brunswick at the end of the Vampiric War, causing his entire army to be wiped out, and he was finally killed by Prince Martin, the Duke of Steyr. This cunning fellow resurrected in the shadows and spent a few hundred years observing the old world. A few hundred years was nothing to a Blood Noble like him. The vampire count was satisfied with his strength recovering once more and went into hiding to wait for his next move.
The great Holy War made Man Frey understand one thing. If the Elves, Dwarves, and Humans united, even the Dark Evil God's destructive army would be repelled. Man Frey wouldn't make the same mistake.
Therefore, he had to find a way to break up the Alliance of Order.
This was why Man Frey chose to cooperate with Akerman even though he didn't want Nagash to be resurrected. Moreover, he was quite conscientious. First, the Von Castein family had spent many years on this matter. Man Frey knew that if he wanted to mess up the old world and realize his ambitions in the cracks, he had to borrow Nagash's strength.
Second, he had to create a rift in the Lawful Alliance, weaken the Old World's military strength, and weaken the factions that would obstruct his goal.
Of course, the reason why Arkham chose to work with Man Frey was that a long time ago, when Nagashin was defeated for the first time, Arkham had attempted to break free from Nagashin's control. However, the Lich King quickly understood that be it Undead or Vampires, as a race created by Nagashin, they were destined to be unable to break free from the control of the Lord of the Undead. After fully understanding this, Arkham finally decided to become Nagashin's henchman.
Man Frey knew nothing about this.
Right now, in the fortress of Nagashza, the last vampire count was in a potion room filled with decay and decay. He took out a vial of pure elven blood, poured it into a bowl, and muttered an incantation.
This bowl came from the ancient Nicohala Empire. When the Nicohala Desert was still a lush rainforest and a battlefield of kings fighting for hegemony, when the Tomb King Setra finally defeated all the Nicohala kings and settled in Kharmuri, the humans of the Old World were still playing in the mud. Thinking of this, Man Baldy couldn't help but laugh. The vampire count's fingers brushed the words on the surface of the ancient magic tool. He skillfully used Chaos Magic and began to perform a divination.
Yes, not Undead Magic, but Chaos Magic. After hundreds of years of accumulation, Man Frey had already absorbed enough Chaos Energy in the Chaos Wasteland and learned a lot of Chaos Magic. The last vampire count was very clear that Chaos Magic would bring about corruption and the attention of the Evil God. However, how could this have any effect on him, who was wise, powerful, and experienced?
Sure enough, as soon as the divination began, the whispers of the Evil God appeared in Man Frey's ears. The vampire count ignored these things and watched what was about to happen.
In the distant and cold Nagaros, a huge barbarian army was gathering under the command of the Valkyrie, the Khorne's bride. About hundreds of Chaos Tribes? Perhaps even more. They were praying in front of the Khorne's throne. The Valkyrie was very eager to get more heads as a dowry for her marriage to the Khorne. The Valkyrie had failed in her last attack on Nagaros. Now, she had gathered an even larger army. The whispers of the Dark Gods had turned into a chaotic gale. One after another, Chaos Demons appeared from the cracks, roaring and wanting to sweep through the mortal world. Some Chaos Tribes had already rushed south and began to attack the Dark Elves' watchtowers and fortresses in the north.
In the hot and rainy Luscia, groups of Skaven Ratmen were gathering. They kept chattering, preparing to start their own Horned Rat Holy War and deal a fatal blow to the cold-blooded creatures. Zawhitak's seal was broken, and a large number of Chaos Demons were pouring out. Just as Man Frey was secretly delighted, the Purple Gold Phoenix had arrived. He fought against an entire army of Chaos Demons alone. A few minutes later, a group of guards burning with Phoenix Fire arrived and protected their invincible leader. Together, they fought against the Chaos Demons. The flames lit up the entire forest, and the battle continued.
It seemed that the demons were no match for the humans!
Man Frey clicked his tongue in annoyance. He continued with his divination and turned his gaze to the west of the Old World.
Brittania, which was picturesque and magnificent pastoral scenery with one castle after another, was very quiet and peaceful. When Manfred tried to look at where Ryan was, the dazzling white light made him feel great danger.
I can't watch any longer!
Damn you, Laing! I curse you to give birth to a son without a d * ck, and a daughter without a d * ck!
Looking away again, the image of Silverpeak Mountain appeared before Man Frey's eyes. There, Lemia's Blood Ancestor, Nefrata, was licking her wounds. Man Frey could not help but take a few more glances. His expression was bitter and disgusted.
When I rule the world, I will definitely throw you into the Chaos Wasteland for the Evil God to enjoy!
The last scene was Ossouin's capital, Lotharn. Here, the Phoenix King Finnuba and the Eternal Queen Alariel's daughter, the little Queen Alisala, were preparing to set off. Around her were several Dragon Princes, several squads of spearmen, archers, and Lotharn's sea guards, a squad of Erion Marauders, two court mages, a squad of Dryads, a squad of Avalon Sisters, and three giant eagles. This was the entire diplomatic group of the little Queen Alisala.
Who are you looking down on? Man Frey could not help but smile.
That's it? Huh? That's it?
You want to deal with my Undead Army of Sylvania and Nagashza's dozens of Undead Legions with just these few people?
This little Queen was the key to him breaking the Alliance of Order, and also the key to resurrecting Nagashza.
Before he could continue watching, the scene in front of him changed. A skeleton wearing the Lich King's crown and holding the Sword of the Tomb appeared in front of Man Frey. It was Akerhan. With his gentle and polite voice, he asked, "How is it going? Man Frey, how are things going? "
"I have already gained the loyalty of the Nagashza's army." Man Frey was quite proud. He said to Akerhan, "As for the incomparably powerful and pure soul, she is already preparing to set off for the Old World."
"Oh." Akerhan nodded. "Master of Von Castein, on behalf of the Lord of the Undead, I thank you for your contribution."
"This is what I should do. Von Castein will always be loyal to the Lord of the Undead." Man Frey said very sincerely. "While I am working hard to resurrect the Lord of the Undead, my Lich King, what are you doing?"
"I am gathering an army in the depths of the Gray Mountains and Black Mountains." Akerhan's tone was gentle. "Master's staff is still trapped in La Messenell Abbey. I must retrieve it."
"Then I wish you success," Man Frey added in his heart. If you succeed, you better die there and never come back.
Man Frey had already arranged many undercover vampires by Akerhan's side, ready to fall out with him at any time.
Soul Fire burned in Akerhan's empty eyes. He stared at Man Frey, which made Man Frey control his expression. The bald man controlled every muscle on his face, leaving no flaws.
"You must be prepared. When you capture the little Queen of Eternity, the high elves will not sit idly by." Akerhan was silent for a few seconds. "Tyrion, Tegris, they will gather everyone. Humans, dwarves, and elves will all come."
"Then let them come!" Man Frey spat venomously. "It just so happens that I need more recruits."
"You can't deal with three forces at once," Akerhan said politely. Akhan said politely, "I must remind you, my count. As you know, Kemler is dead, and so is Matthew Bard. After the fall of Muxilon, we no longer have any power or influence in the west of the Grey Mountains."
"Brittany? They are too far away from the Nagashza. By the time these chivalrous maniacs arrive, we will have completed the ritual, "Man Frey said with disdain." As for Karl-franz and his Empire? If they can unite, we might have a chance. But that is impossible. "
"Nothing is impossible." Akerhan remained patient. The Lich King even told Man Frey, "He is on good terms with Tegris."
Man Frey read more. "You have a plan?"
"Yes." Akerhan nodded. "That can be said to be the last legacy that Matthew Bard left for us. We can only use it once at the most crucial moment to restrain that troublesome Knight King, but not now."
"Tell me, Akerhan. Nine offerings. Is it really necessary to have one less?" Man Frey changed the topic. The vampire Count realized that Akerhan did not want to reveal all of his trump cards. It was fine, he would figure it out himself.
"… Eight is fine, but no less." Akerhan hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the truth. "Our master, the destined master, is no longer like a mortal. He is more like a god. The resurrection of a god requires sufficient energy and offerings. Otherwise, there will be problems."
"Very well. Let us continue." Man Frey sneered. "You continue to organize your army and find a way to retrieve the Staff of Nagash from the Knight King. As for me, I will lead an unprecedentedly large army of Green Dwarfs to cross the Blackfire Pass and attack the Empire. Karl-franz and his Empire will be flustered because of this."
Akerhan obviously took on a more troublesome task, but the Lich King did not refuse.
"Let's do it."
… I am the dividing line for the continuation of the operation …
Meanwhile, in the winter of 2519 of the Empire's calendar, Brittany, Muxillon Principality, Fontainebleau Palace.
On this day, Lady Emmanuel of the Empire brought along most of the court of Nur and Wyson, several great engineers, Nur Marshal, Nur Generals, and several important merchants for a grand visit to Brittany.
This time, Frey Derick, who had grown into a qualified warrior, finally met his father again after two years. The 16-year-old Frey Derick had grown into a robust young man, his height reaching 1.85 meters. Seeing his father leading a group of people to welcome him, as well as Queen Suria and his half-brother, the 13-year-old Devenhill, who were standing beside Laing, Frey Derick felt some resentment in his heart.
Why didn't father choose mother back then, but this female knight?
Mother was clearly the better one!
It was also his mother's fault for not revealing her identity to father early on. In the end, this woman took the lead! Otherwise, how could it be her turn?
Frey Derick had some complaints about this, but at the age of 16, he was already very shrewd and did not show his emotions on his face. Moreover, as a son, he still admired his father very much. After all, Laing's brilliance was too dazzling.
Many children would go through a process like this in their growth.
5 years old: Daddy is so awesome, he's practically omnipotent!
10 years old: Sometimes, daddy doesn't seem to be that omnipotent.
15 years old: Poor old man, he can't keep up with the times. Ignorant, backward.
20 years old: Oh my god, what can this old man do? He should be in a nursing home.
25 years old: I have something to discuss with that 'old man'. Maybe he can give me some advice.
35 years old: Daddy is still very capable!
But for Frey Derick, his growth process was like this:
5 years old: Daddy is so awesome, he's practically omnipotent!
10 years old: Daddy is so awesome, he's practically omnipotent!
16 years old: Daddy is so awesome, he's practically omnipotent!
Above.
As a father, he had never let his son down. Naturally, there were some things that he could only complain about.
"Devonshire, come here and call me big brother!" Frey Derick was jealous of Devonshire, so he pretended to be arrogant and said.
"Bah! Don't even think about it! " Devonshire made a face and went up to Frey Derick to hug him. "Welcome to the Knight King, Frey Derick."
Following Emilia were her two daughters, 12-year-old Rem and 4-year-old Rita.
On Laing's side, Sylvia came out with three-year-old Cecilia, while Aurora and Teresa carried two-and-a-half-year-old Xi 'er. The scene was very lively. The three little girls chased each other around. Rem followed her mother, and the two sons were at loggerheads. Both sides were somewhat hostile, and they quickly decided to go to the training ground to' practice '.
Of course, this was not the main point. The main point was that as Nur's ships docked, a giant war machine was displayed in front of everyone.
This war machine was produced more than a decade ago by Laing when he commissioned Nur to produce it. It was based on steam tanks and land ships, and after spending a lot of manpower, resources, and a lot of experts and scholars from the Nur Firearms Institute, Nur College of Engineering, and Nur University, they finally succeeded in producing the ultimate war machine.
It was an Emanoli-class Land Cruiser.
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