Empire Calendar, Year 2520, June.
The world was becoming more and more chaotic and violent. Gusts of chaotic wind blew across the mortal world one after another. Starting from Nord in the north, the crops gradually decreased in yield. Plagues spread everywhere, and the number of victims of the Tear Plague that had plagued the mortal world for a long time kept increasing. Under the orders of the Elector and Grand Duke (self-proclaimed King) Theodoric Geisel, Nord began to enter into a full-scale military control mode. This alarmed the Elves in the Lauenloren Forest to the west of Nord. In the end, the Lauenloren Elves were mobilized, and through a mysterious ritual, the contagion of the Tear Plague was further reduced.
Therefore, even though the Kingdom of Nord was the largest province in the Empire, the actual area controlled by the so-called ruler of the kingdom was less than one-sixth of its theoretical area. Most of the territory was made up of Black Forest and hills.
The Lauenloren Forest to the east was occupied by the Wood Elves. The Nords could not defeat the Wood Elves, so they could only sign a peace treaty and an alliance. However, the relationship between the two sides was tense. After all, not everyone was as good at communicating with the Elves as Laing. To be precise, the Lauenloren Elves were not Wood Elves. They were the descendants of the High Elves, but they were unwilling to return to Ossouin. However, unlike the Wood Elves, they did not coexist with the Soul of the Forest, so it was difficult to communicate with them.
(Lauenloren Elves: Stupid humans change leaders every day, and every time a new idiot takes over, they will completely disregard the previous treaty. Sign your ass!)
The Dark Shadow Forest in the west was filled with numerous Orc tribes, Barbarian encampments, and large groups of evil creatures. Without the escort of a legion, nobody could pass through the forest. The worst thing was that the Brass Stronghold was also in the forest. Expanding into the forest was courting death. In history, the Empire formed an army of 20,000 soldiers and three Artillery Regiments to reclaim the Brass Stronghold, but the army never appeared again.
Elector Gesser and Grand Duke Gesser found themselves facing many difficulties. Even with the help of the Lauenloren elves, there were still nearly two hundred thousand people in Nord who were infected with the Tear Plague. In the east, Nord's army was fighting the Red Horn Orc Tribe. In the south, Nord's army was fighting Middendorf the Plague Doctor Festus and his Nurgle Demon Army. In the west, the relationship between Nord and the Forest Elves of Lauenloren was getting more and more tense. Due to the large number of people who entered the forest to avoid the plague and seek shelter, it affected the autistic lives of the elves and led to many bloody conflicts. Not to mention the north. Since last year, Nord's fleet of longships had been plundering the various ports along the coast of Nord endlessly.
And now, Gesser received a piece of news.
"The Brittany is actually planning to go deep into Obion?" Gesser frowned. Is this Sun King an idiot? The Empire had spent countless manpower and resources in order to uncover the secrets of Obion. However, that godforsaken place could not be settled on a large scale, and there were many enemies to deal with. In the end, they only managed to establish a stronghold called Newland south of a swamp in the southeast.
"Yes, Laing Macado and his army of knights want to go deep into Obion." Gesser's courtier said flatteringly, "Therefore, he has come to request the great and supreme King of Nord, the holder of Nord's Elector, the Prince of Winterfell, the Great Baron Cecemund, the Prince of Marienburg, the Guardian of the North, the Butcher of Skalinth, the Fear of Nord, the Glorious Theodoric, to send him a group of reinforcements."
"Reinforcements?! Is the Sun King's sword curled, or is his warhorse shedding fat? Why would he ask for reinforcements from us Nord bumpkins? " Gesser was still confused, "What kind of powerful army do we have that can compare to the Sun King's army?"
"Laing Macado hopes to receive the support of the Nord Marine Corps."
"Don't even think about it! The Nord Marine Corps is an elite force carefully selected by the Nord Marine Corps. It's an important force to protect our borders! " Gesser shook his head violently. How could he give such an elite force to the unlikeable Sun King?
"He offered this price …" The advisor made a gesture and whispered a few numbers in the Kurfürst's ear, "And he said that the price is negotiable."
Bang! Gesser slammed the table and roared, "Damn it! Tell me, what kind of people does Ryan think we are in Nord? What does he think of me, Theodoric Gesser?! Do you think I'm a money-grubber? Do I look like one? "
The Kurfürst stood up directly, and his advisors stepped back in fear, only to see that Gaither's face was flushed in fury. The aura that belonged to the Kurfürst and an old general spurted out!
"He was born in Nord and grew up in Nord. He has always been the pride of us Nords and a good friend of mine! What's the point of talking about money? It's too hurtful! "Gaither said righteously," Pass down my orders immediately! The entire Nord Marine Corps is mobilized. The Navy will immediately escort the Marine Corps to Obien to support our loyal ally! "
"Yes!"
… I am the dividing line of a loyal ally …
Obean Island, a land shrouded in fog, a new province of the Empire, Newland.
Heavy rain fell from the gloomy sky, crashing into Newland's camp. The First and Second Sea God Fleets barely managed to dock at Newland's port. Tents had been set up in the Empire's province. After ten days of sailing, the Knight's Army arrived at Newland and set up camp.
Laing's King's Red and Blue Golden Tent was also quickly set up with the help of the Old Guard. Taking advantage of the time to set up the tent, Laing took Olica and a few marshals to tour Newland, the stronghold of the Empire.
The commander of Newland was a Nord named Harald III, the Heartless. If anyone still remembered, this brother was a distant relative of Villard the Woodcutter whom Laing had met when he was adventuring in Nord. His ancestor was the famous Harald Blonde of Nord. This brother had made countless contributions in resisting the invasion of Chaos and the great Holy War and was conferred the title of Lord of Nord.
"Newland has more than seven thousand residents and a thousand soldiers." Harald was wearing a waterproof eel skin coat, while most of the local Empire people were using rain gear. They seemed to be used to it. "To our north is the strait, to our northwest is the Boggs Swamp, and to our southwest is Miles Swamp. Currently, the area under our control is about fifty square kilometers. Most of it is forest. In fact, many places are understaffed, but we generally don't face too many threats. If barbarians appear, most of us will hide in the hidden spots left behind by the Truth Sayer tribes in the depths of the forest."
Laing nodded slightly. Only eight thousand people were stationed in fifty square kilometers. It was indeed sparsely populated. The Knight King looked at the heavy rain falling from the sky. The king's body was covered by a sky-blue psionic shield, so the rain did not touch him. He frowned. "Does it rain every day in Obean?"
"Very often. Basically, from October to March, there will be heavy rain for at least six out of seven days. It starts to get drier in April, but it will still rain once every two or three days. It's even normal for the rain to be intermittent." Harald the Heartless nodded. "Every year at this time, we plant some crops that like the shade and the humidity, but we rely more on fishing, hunting, and gathering for food. Your Majesty, if you plan to enter the depths of Obien, you will have to face the terrible fog, and it is very likely that you will get lost. Please let us send a guide to help you."
Laing and the marshals all nodded. This was the most important use of Newland. They had seen the army here just now. Most of the Empire's defenders in Newland were described as militia. They could only shout and cheer, and a small part of the army could at most defend the city and maintain order. Field battles were impossible.
"Does the Empire support Newland in any way?" Laing continued to ask.
"Sir Thernus Gehrman, who used to be the chief wizard of the Empire, often came to Obean to explore the secrets in the depths. Therefore, the Empire's court supported this place a lot." Harald nodded. This captain of the Empire said a little embarrassedly, "But every time, the adventure team always suffered great losses. There were even two times when only he returned with injuries. After Sir Gelt became the chief wizard, exploring Obean was considered a waste of manpower and resources. Sir Thernus Gehrman only came here once in the past few years due to lack of funds, but he left a few words."
"What is it?" Ryan was starting to get interested.
"Without Stonehenge, there will be no Great Whirlpool," the captain of the Empire said.
Did Stonehenge provide some support to the Great Whirlpool?
There was no more information for now, so Laing let him rest first.
"Without magic, our knights can barely fight on the swamps and muddy ground." François squatted and touched the ground with his hand. The old father-in-law said to Laing, "This battle will be very difficult."
"Our target, Konquata Tower, is located in the depths of the fog, south of the Beast Mountain Range, about 100 to 120 kilometers away from here." Kalad took out the map, but it was soon soaked by the rain. He said in distress, "If the rain is always so heavy, it may bring us great trouble, Your Majesty."
"The ancient saint's secrets and wealth are in the depths of Konquata Tower." Laing shook his head and said to everyone, "But there's no hurry. We'll camp here for two days. On one hand, we'll wait for the follow-up supplies to arrive, and on the other hand, we'll let the soldiers get used to the rainy environment here."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded. François stroked his goatee and asked, "Your Majesty, should we consider splitting up?"
"Let's wait for the scouts to come back." Laing shook his head. "We're not familiar with this place. Previously, Lauen only looted along the coast. This time, we're going deeper into the inland. All we need to do is wait."
"And before that, let's see what's wrong with the Stonehenge here."
The rainy season was indeed annoying, and Obien was a damp, cold, and foggy place. When Laing passed through the camp, the Knight King found that the morale of his troops was a little low. After all, compared to the warm and livable Brittany, the temperature in Obien in June was about 12 or 13 degrees. It was very humid and cold. The soldiers gathered around the fire, and the knights built the camp on high ground and built a simple stable to take care of the horses.
"Your Majesty, your tent is ready." Raymond Mountbatten, the current deputy commander of the Old Guard, came up and saluted the king. "The rain is very heavy. Your Majesty, please take shelter in the tent for the time being."
"What about you?" Laing said casually. "Don't stay in the rain or wear wet clothes for a long time. If you have time, take a hot bath."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Raymond retreated.
Laing lifted the curtain of the tent. The king was thinking about how to fight this battle.
Hey, no matter what, let's destroy the barbarian settlements openly and loot the nearby areas!
The order was immediately given. Within a few days, the Brittany knights, like hungry wolves, immediately attacked everywhere. They destroyed all the barbarian settlements near Newland and looted everything! Thousands of barbarians were brutally massacred.
In the face of the heinous northerners, the knights once again broke free from the shackles of chivalry. These people were far more brutal than the barbarians. The countless blood feuds of two thousand years could only be washed away with blood. One barbarian village after another was destroyed and looted. The Brittany's bags were filled with all kinds of ores, hides, gold, and silver. Their ladies praised them.
News of the villages being destroyed came in one after another. King Harold of Obien could no longer sit still.
In the depths of Obien, in the former ancient holy city, Konquata.
Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors were gathered here. The self-proclaimed King of Obien, Harold Gwensen, sat on the high throne. This barbarian leader was a powerhouse in the early stages of the Sanctum. Unfortunately, during Lauren's Obien Expedition, he did not stay in Obien because he responded to Motekin's call and did not stay in Obien. As a result, his coastal territory was looted by Lauren's army. In the end, when he rushed to gather, Motekin had already died in battle. He could only retreat.
Revenge! This was the only thought in Harold's mind.
In the messy Konquata Barbarian Council Hall, Zech's Chosen One Zech sat on Harold's left, while Zech's Chosen One Zech, Egrim von Horstmann, sat on his right. Further down were the two Chaos Champions, Harold's brothers, Gwyn Gwensen and Leovwen Gwensen.
"Royal Brother, you must march immediately. Annihilate that Knight King and his army before they gain a foothold!" Gwyn Gwensen said sharply. "We can't wait here in Konquata. We don't have time!"
"Royal Brother, time waits for no man. If you delay your march, there will be nine changes in the future. These nine changes will give rise to nine different endings. I can see that most of the endings are not good for you." Leovwen Gwensen also seriously suggested. "If we let the Southerners advance slowly and push his army under Konquata, it will be too late."
Za-Zaeyk and Eggrim immediately objected to the suggestion of the two brothers, because the First Demon Prince Birak was still leading his demon army towards them, while the other sanctum champion, the famous World Walker Army of Ulfric the Wanderer, was still on the way.
No one expected Laing to arrive so quickly.
"No!" Zi A-Zanaik hurriedly stood up. Tzeentch, the Chosen Champion, advised. "We must wait for everyone to arrive!"
"King Obien, your strength is not enough to fight against Knight King and his army!" Edgrim agreed. "What we need now is to wait."
"Wait?" Harold stood up and roared, "Am I supposed to watch the wild dogs of the Southerners burn my people and my land to ashes?"
"King Obien …" Zi A-Zanaik wanted to persuade him again, but Harold shook his head. "Time does not permit it, gentlemen. My wizard's divination tells me that the next few days will be sunny and cloudy in Obien. When that time comes, the Southerners' firearms will cause great damage to us. We must take advantage of the heavy rain, when the Southerners' cannons and muskets are unable to display their power. Only then will we be able to use our advantage in close combat. Our warriors are the best. Each one of them can take on three or five enemies at once! "
"When Knight King and his army have a firm foothold, that will be the end of us." Harold gradually made up his mind. "We must mobilize our entire army immediately. Pass down the order. All battle groups, battle gangs, and affiliated tribes must move out immediately. We will fight Knight King's army near the swamp."
After that, King Obien immediately left with his two brothers.
Zainaik and Edgrim, who stayed behind, looked at each other.
"Do you think we can win this battle?" Edgrim sneered. "I don't think we have a high chance of winning."
"Harold's words are not without reason. If we allow Ryan Macado and his army to gain a foothold, it will be troublesome. According to the news we received, the Brittanians are fully fortifying Newland and preparing to build it into a permanent military fortress." Zaneyk shook his head. "Rather than that, why don't we try to fight a battle first? We can attack if we advance, and we can retreat if we retreat."
"Then, what about our plan?" Edgrim said in a sharp voice. "Konkuata is the place we arranged for the Sun King to fall!"
"That's right." Zainaik nodded. "No matter if Harold wins or loses, we can take the initiative and lead the Sun King into a trap."
"Everything is the choice of the Lord of All Change!"
"Praise the Demon Bird God!"
Thus, King Obien Harold Gwensen personally led about 26000 Obien barbarians towards Newland.
In Newland, Laing also received news of the barbarians' attack.
"Gather everyone for a meeting. The barbarians are here."
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