As Emilia's only son, Frederick knew that his mother, Emilia, also known as Emmanuelle, was a woman who lacked a sense of security due to her wandering life since she was a child. She had almost met with misfortune many times, so she was a woman who lacked a sense of security.
And this sense of security could only be given to his mother by his father, Wang Laing. Ever since his mother followed his father in Marienburg, she had truly enjoyed a peaceful life. This kind of life where she was protected and had no worries made his mother very happy. If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't hide her existence anymore and was forced to return to Nur because of her family's honor and a strong sense of responsibility, his mother might have really stayed by his father's side as a maid for the rest of her life.
Every time he thought about this problem, Frey Derick would be unhappy, very unhappy. In his eyes, both his father and mother had made a fatal mistake on this issue. His father was really too much. His mother was such a beauty, but he didn't push her away and kept her by his side. If he had brought her to bed earlier, he would have been the Duke of Nur, the Grand Duke of Wesen, and the Kurfürst!
She had been holding it in all this time, not daring to reveal her identity. She only wanted to live her own life. She should have told Dad who she was earlier. In the end, it was not until Justice Theodore Bruckner and Madam Elspeth came to visit that Mom was forced to tell Dad who she was.
If my mother hadn't made up her mind to go to my father before she left, I don't even know if I would have existed.
Frey Derick was full of resentment. He had never liked Queen Suria, not at all.
But at this time, his eldest son knew that he couldn't let his mother go to his father. Absolutely not. The Duchess was the backbone of Nur and the spiritual pillar of the Nur people. Her governance in Nur over the years was praised as very effective. The Nur people liked her. They liked her even more because she could get a large amount of food and orders from Brittany. They liked her because she could get a large number of reinforcements with a single word.
At this time, Emilia couldn't leave Nur! Absolutely not!
Nur, I need her!
Frey Derick used almost all of his strength to finally convince his mother not to leave Nur for the time being and take charge of the situation first. Emilia was repeatedly begged by her son, and in the end, she could only ask Laing for his opinion.
Laing had the same opinion. Emilia had to stay in Nur to stabilize the situation.
Just as Laing had hoped, the grown-up Frey Derick stood up. The young baron patted his chest and roared, "I will protect my mother in the future."
At the same time, from this day onwards, a beautiful and heroic young lady appeared beside Baron Nur. It was said that she was the new Northern Eagle Lord of the Church of the Goddess of War. She was in charge of managing and controlling all the organizations and armies of the Goddess of War within the Empire.
However, the chaos in the Empire was getting more and more violent, and the news that came later put even more pressure on Frey Derick.
Emperor Karl-franz actually murdered his own nephew in order to inherit the throne! The entire city of Brunswick was in an uproar. Although everyone knew that your nephew wasn't likable and was ugly, you couldn't kill him!
Yes, after the guards arrived, Karl-franz's mutated nephew actually returned to normal. Then, before the emperor could announce the results, rumors spread throughout the city.
A conspiracy! A murder! Our emperor murdered his own nephew in order to stabilize the throne!
There were many parts of this matter that couldn't withstand scrutiny and scrutiny, but everyone believed it. When faced with all kinds of rumors from the upper echelons of society, the people were always the most willing and most inclined to believe in conspiracy theories.
Even Uncle Maximian, who had lost his grandson, suspected that Karl's nephew had changed after being the emperor for twenty or thirty years.
The political enemies of the emperor and the business princes of Marlin Castle took the opportunity to make their move. Soon, an impeachment case against the title of the Senior Prince of Brunswick was sent to the Senior Prince of Brunswick's parliament. The emperor was very busy and had to personally appear in court to explain.
White Wolf City was in chaos. The turmoil in the Kurfürst Palace killed hundreds of people. Kurfürst Boris Todbringer wasn't seriously injured. At the time of the assassination, Boris was too depressed and didn't believe that even his intelligence minister had betrayed him. At the same time, he didn't bring any weapons with him.
Even so, Boris, who was shot in the left lung, only took two to three weeks to recover. The body of a saint-level expert was so strong. Even if the Dark Purple Hand had specially obtained the dwarven armor-piercing bullets from Marlin Castle, as long as they didn't directly hit the heart or the head, it was very difficult to kill Boris with one shot.
However, after losing two sons in a row, Boris Todbringer became more and more depressed and dispirited. The Kurfürst himself cried for the deaths of his two sons. The blow that followed made Boris completely lose interest in fighting and governing. The nobles of Mildenheim were busy with internal strife. Boris only had one daughter left, Katie. Whoever married Katie would be the next Duke of Mildenheim and Grand Duke of Midden.
The threat of the Orcs was even thrown aside. Everyone had their eyes on Boris' position.
It was the same reason that everyone in the Empire was looking for Emilia.
The disappearance of the Kurfürst and Grand Duke of Tara Beheim, Helmut Feuerbach, also caused an uproar in Tara Beheim. The great city, known as the Eye of Tara, immediately went out of control. Most of the noble families immediately started fighting for the position of Kurfürst and Grand Duke. The extremely fierce internal strife caused the entire city to bleed every day.
At this time, as the patron saint of Tara Beheim, the Lord of Nature, Tara, didn't react at all. Even the Knights of Tara's Wrath had begun to discuss whether they should send someone to Brittany to ask for the opinion of Marshal Bertrand.
Nur became the only city among the four major cities of the Empire (excluding Marienburg) that was still relatively stable. Even so, Frey Derick announced that the entire city would be under military control. At the same time, the baron began to personally lead the elites to conduct a thorough investigation of the city.
At this time, everyone pinned their hopes on the Justice Archbishop, Vickmar Fortitude, to take charge of the political situation. However, at this time, bad news came. A large number of Undead Army were moving in Sylvania. The Archbishop decided to send the legendary demon hunter, Gonter Stadberg, to lead an army of a thousand from the Church of Justice into Sylvania to investigate.
As the impact of the Battle of Martyrdom in Tarfjord had not been eliminated, and the Church of Justice had decided to prioritize dealing with the Undead, there was nothing they could do about the current situation of the Empire.
After waves of chaos, after the defeat of Nagashzha, the disheartened High Elves arrived at the Empire.
Before the War Lord Tyrion could take out the treaty to ask for an army from the Empire, he found that the Empire was already in chaos. Everyone was busy with their own affairs. When the High Elves arrived at Nur, the whole city of Nur was under martial law. Emilia came out to meet Tyrion and Tegris. The Empire's Countess was very polite, but she made it clear that she might not be able to provide any help.
Tyrion wasn't interested in guns and cannons, so the High Elves arrived at the Empire's capital, Brunswick. They soon found that Emperor Karl-franz was in deep trouble.
"It seems that the humans can't provide us with enough help," Tyrion said to Tegris, "Forget it, let's return to Ossouin."
"Reorganize an army?" Azarion the Cold was the first High Elven Lord to realize Tyrion's plan. He knew Tyrion well; they had been close friends for two or three hundred years.
"Brother, you're not going to … ask for help from the Knight King?" Tegris was also surprised by Tyrion's decision.
"It's humiliating to be rejected once. We've already asked once." Tyrion shook his head. "Will Assur beg the monkey again?"
As soon as this was said, everyone nodded. Indeed, giving the humans a chance to participate in the rescue of the little queen was already giving them face. The Brittanians had given them face, but they didn't want it. Could it be that Assur would lower himself to beg again?
Would Assur still have any face left?
"We can think of other ways." Tegris hesitated for a moment, but decided to say, "For example, we can find out what Laing and the others need. If it's one thing for another, it'll be easier to negotiate, and both sides won't lose face. What do you think? Brother? "
"Forget it." Tyrion hated Laing's face when he thought of it. Besides, the War Lord was justified. "Everyone knows the news from Termagog. Laing's son, Devenhill, is pestering Alissala like a slug. Alissala is the future of Assur. It's fine if we ask for help from the humans, but if we ask for help from the Brittany, who knows what that slug will do when the time comes."
Tegris did not seem surprised by Tyrion's decision. The supreme mage had a lot to say, but in the end, he found that the only thing he could do was to agree to Tyrion's request.
The archmages of the White Tower once again divined and confirmed that Alissala was still alive, and it seemed that the undead had no intention of sacrificing her in a short time.
After confirming this matter, Tyrion immediately ordered to depart from Fort Marlin and quickly return to Ossouin. The War Lord of the High Elves planned to reassemble an army of High Elves and come to the Old World to rescue his daughter.
The series of turmoil in the Old World did not affect the Knight King Laing who was spending the winter in the Fontainebleau Palace.
With the arrival of the year 2521 of the Empire, Laing was strolling on the streets of Muxilon with his wife, Suria.
Of course, although it was a stroll, Laing and Suria had been discussing and exchanging various kinds of information along the way, preparing for the next phalanx and the deployment of troops.
"Roman cuisine, authentic Roman cuisine!"
On the bustling street of Muxilon, a man in a red robe with narrow sleeves and an Arabi tall hat was decorated with a gold-plated scabbard. The scabbards were mostly inlaid with red jades and Turki sapphires. A hawker in trousers and leather boots was hawking a delicacy on the street. "Authentic Roman cuisine. Take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by!"
"Hey, isn't this Arabi roasting meat?" Laing held Suria's hand. The Sun King saw a skewer of mutton rotating slowly on the roasting rack. The hawker was holding a knife and cutting the golden crispy meat from the skewer.
"Yes, sir," the hawker said with a smile. "This roast meat is called kebap, a traditional Arabi delicacy."
"Give me one," Laing said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, it's not clean to eat roadside food like this, right?" The head maid, Sylvia, followed Suria. She was not wearing a maid uniform today, but a dark red uniform shirt, a brown pleated skirt, and a coat.
"It's fine. It's good to try it once in a while." Laing looked indifferent. "Sylvia, pay."
"Three copper coins each. Thank you for your patronage."
"Give me three … Sylvia, do you want to eat?"
"No." The head maid quickly shook her head.
"Then I'll have two."
Six copper coins were delivered to the peddler. A piece of roast meat was mixed into a thin roll of bread. Biting into the soft and sticky crust and the crispy roast meat was a wonderful combination.
"It's good to try exotic food like this once in a while." Suria politely took small bites of the roast meat roll. The female knight held her husband's arm and whispered with a smile, "But why Roman cuisine?"
"Who knows?" Laing took big bites of the roast meat roll. The couple continued to walk on the street of Muxilon. "Things are not going well in Laun."
"Yes." Speaking of this topic, Suria's expression became serious.
In the past few days, Laun's military reports came from Kislöw.
In the autumn of 2520, the troll king Solonge led his 30000 army of Chaos south from the Mourning Mountains and arrived at the troll kingdom. Laun personally led the local Kislöw army, the Brittany army, and the Empire's army of Auster to meet the enemy. The two sides fought several times in the troll kingdom. Both sides won and lost, but Solonge did not win a big victory in the end.
The invasion of Chaos was firmly restricted outside the troll kingdom.
However, as winter came, two other Army of Chaos invaded. They were the 15000 Norska barbarian army led by Sulza-Lunk and the 18000 Kurgan Chaos army led by Elvlik Ginewulf. They invaded from the mountain pass and the Mourning Mountains respectively.
If not for the sudden gathering of the Green Dwarfs in the troll kingdom to resist the sudden appearance of the Army of Chaos, perhaps Laun's human army would have been completely defeated. However, the humans only got a little chance to breathe. One night, a young female vampire, Eureka, appeared in front of Laun and told the Brittany marshal that Chaos had tried to persuade the Green Dwarfs to attack the humans, and the Green Dwarfs were quickly tempted by the price offered by Chaos.
In the nick of time, Laun led the Kislöw army to escape from the encirclement of Chaos and the Green Dwarfs. Soon after, the Green Dwarfs realized that they had been deceived, so the battle began again. The entire troll kingdom was filled with Green Dwarfs fighting against the Barbarians and the Army of Chaos.
However, with the arrival of the messenger sent by Eichahn, who was not even considered a vanguard, the 30000 strong Chosen of God, Wilic, and the Spellcaster army led by the Spellcaster army at the edge of the Mourning Mountains, Laun had already realized the true danger.
At this time, half of Kislöw's territory had already fallen, and the forces of Order had already lost all their territories north of the Linsk River.
To make matters worse, the dwarves of Lone Dragon City reported.
In the north of the Mourning Mountains, four armies of Chaos with a scale of more than 100,000 people had been assembled.
And this was only a small part of the vanguard army that Eichahn had prepared for the destruction of the world.
From the Wasteland of Chaos, from Noska, and from the Kurgan Plains, three hundreds of kilometers long marching lines were still gathering in the direction of the Brass Throne in the Wasteland of Chaos, ready to listen to Eichahn's orders.
However, Laun did not receive the Empire's reinforcements that he had imagined. The reason was already mentioned before. Boris was decadent and did not care about internal affairs, civil strife was everywhere in Tara Beheim, and no one organized an army, and no one responded to Laun's request for help.
"Send a messenger, tell the dwarves of Lone Dragon City and Laun." Laun made a prompt decision.
"We can prepare the 'Great Retreat Plan'."
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