PS: Thank you for everyone's suggestions. Many readers have given me a lot of pertinent suggestions. To answer your question, many readers feel that there's a problem with the pace of my writing recently. I admit that the plot of Marlin Castle is a little slow. I'll speed up the pace in the future and push forward the plot, but I'll continue writing according to the route I've thought of.
PS2: I have to say that Warhammer is a niche within a niche. I wrote it mainly because I love it. I've put a lot of effort into writing this book. To put it bluntly, if I don't write in a way that's close to the masses, very few people will read my book. It's understandable that some readers feel that the recent plot is a little boring because they're all familiar with the background knowledge. However, I have to take care of those readers who don't know about Warhammer and the background knowledge, so it's inevitable that it's a little slow.
PS3: Of course, I still welcome everyone's suggestions and opinions. It's just that a new author is most afraid of being led astray. I hope everyone can be more tolerant of this lousy novel.
The Empire, the strongest human country in the old world. Since Emperor Charlemagne, the Empire had gone through more than a thousand years. After the great Holy War, a new Empire was rebuilt. Under the leadership of Emperor Ludwig and the subsequent emperors, the human Empire was once again prosperous.
The home of knights, the Kingdom of Brittany, was located on the other side of the Grey Mountains. It was directly opposite of the Empire's emperor, Rick Hill. The boundary between the two countries was Marlin Castle and the Grey Mountains.
Several hundred years ago, the first Knight King Arthur established his country with the help of the Lake Fairy. For several hundred years after that, Brittany and the Empire had always maintained a relatively friendly relationship. In history, there was no lack of war between the two countries, but restraint and tolerance had always been the mainstream in diplomacy. Whenever the other side encountered difficulties, the two countries would always put aside their former enmity and support each other.
Because they were all humans and had the same origin, the Empire and the Brittany were basically the same in terms of race and values. The upper nobles also spoke the same language. Amidst the havoc and encirclement of countless foreign enemies, the two human countries didn't think that internal strife was desirable.
Although "Tiger" Richard had just fought a war with the Empire in the outskirts of Marienburg more than a year ago, the alliance between the two countries was not affected. They even fought during the day and attended banquets together at night.
Richard forced himself to read the letter with the seal of the Empire. Knight King sighed deeply.
Compared to the new Emperor of the Empire, Richard was more willing to deal with the previous Emperor, Luitpold. At the very least, the old Emperor was not as aggressive and aggressive as Luitpold. Richard had also heard of Karl-franz's recent series of victories. As the Empire's strength increased and decreased, Richard had no choice but to be on full alert.
Knight King thought for a moment and felt that he should agree to this request. Whether it was to show the power of the Kingdom of Knight King or to strengthen the alliance between the two countries, participating in this war would be beneficial. Also, the letter promised that the Kingdom of Knight King would receive a large sum of gold in addition to military expenses.
Therefore, with the help of the Order, a new army of knights gradually formed. The dukes chose to respond to the Empire's request for reinforcements. Knights from various duchies and the Kingdom's knights gathered in Culona and formed a new army. This army consisted of more than three hundred knights and more than a thousand cavalrymen, accompanied by more than two thousand footmen made up of serfs.
There was also an invitation letter with a seal on it.
The Empire's reinforcements gradually arrived at Marienburg.
It was the beginning of March.
The three companies of the Gryphon Knights were all waiting outside the city. Ivan, his son Anton, and his godson Laing were all waiting outside the city for the arrival of the Brittany's reinforcements.
Looking at the countless manors and farms they saw along the way, Laing rode on his warhorse Pine Cone and said to Ivan, "Marienburg's request for a field battle is reasonable. If the green-skinned army reaches the city, these manors and farms will be reduced to ashes."
Ivan sighed. "Prosperity has its drawbacks. For the sake of commercialization, Marienburg over-expanded the city and allowed the nobles to encroach on the land outside the city. This made the city's overall defense very weak. Laing, Anton, even if Marienburg didn't ask for it, I would still go out and fight."
"The number of green-skinned creatures gathered at the Gold Mine has reached thirty thousand." Laing held the Gryphon Warhammer in his hand and said to his Godfather, "This will be a difficult battle. Our army is less than twelve thousand."
"Can the dwarves support us?" Anton asked on his warhorse.
"We can expect the dwarves to lead the army, but we can't put our hopes on them." Ivan frowned. He took out a map and pointed to two routes. "If the green-skinned creatures want to attack Marienburg, there are two routes to choose from."
"The first is the northern route, Randall's Road, which can directly reach the outskirts of Marienburg."
"The second route is the southern route, which means attacking Collesen first, then Lyman Castle, and then the outskirts of Marienburg."
"Anton, my son, tell me, which route do you think the green-skinned warlord will take?" Ivan waved his hand to stop Laing from speaking and asked his son.
"If it were me, I would take the northern route," Anton said. The young Gryphon Earl thought for a moment and gave his answer. "The northern route is sparsely populated. The green-skinned creatures don't need to worry about supplies. They will definitely reach the outskirts of Marienburg faster."
"Laing, what about you?" Ivan was silent after hearing his son's idea. He then asked Laing for his opinion.
"If I were a green-skinned creature, I would take the southern route," Laing looked up and said calmly.
"Why?"
"For the green-skinned creatures, the most important thing is not the result, but the process. The green-skinned creatures desire battle, victory, and destruction. This is a big WAAAGH! In essence, they can only fight to their heart's content by constantly destroying, killing, and fighting along the way. " Laing touched his chin and looked very serious. "So the villages, manors, and castles along the southern route are what they want."
Anton suddenly understood. "Laing is right! This is what the green-skinned creatures want! "
"So … why did I bring you out, Anton? Most of the time, when you are locked in the castle, you don't even know what is going on outside. As Laing said, I also think the green-skinned creatures will take the southern route." The Gryphon Duke looked into the distance and continued, "I have ordered all the villagers of Collesen to evacuate. We will fight the green-skinned creatures there."
Collesen, huh? Laing took the map and found that it was a small village with only a hundred people. Perhaps it was just as Ivan said, it would be this WAAAGH! An appetizer.
"And … Laing, it is really not suitable for you to continue staying in Marienburg. You have only spent a year in Marienburg, and you are already slacking off." Ivan looked at Laing and said, "It is easy to relax in that place. When this war is over, you should go to Brittany as soon as possible."
Thinking carefully about the series of actions after arriving at Marienburg, Laing had to admit that his Godfather was right. Life in Marienburg was indeed too good. He did feel relaxed from his spirit to his state. "I am very ashamed."
"Okay." Ivan did not say anything more.
More than half an hour later, smoke rose from the distant road. The Gryphon Knights all straightened up, ready to welcome their allies.
"This time, Brittany sent about three hundred knights. I would like to see how capable these so-called best knights are," Anton said as he looked at his helmet and helmet. Laing just nodded and looked into the distance. Laing just looked into the distance.
The first thing that appeared on the horizon was a knight riding a pure-blooded elven warhorse. He was wearing a full set of plate armor. Yellow and black robes and capes fluttered in the air. Gold and silver jewelry hung in front of his chest, flashing with the owner's movements.
In his left hand, he held a shield engraved with the emblem of the Bastogne family, "Red Fire Dragon", and in his right hand, he held a huge lance burning with white flames. He wore a cross helmet with a golden dragon statue at the top of the helmet.
This was a knight of the Holy Grail.
Behind him were hundreds of Brittanian knights with lances and shields in their hands. Following behind them were their squires, who were dressed in similar attire. There were also rangers in leather armor and helmets. Then, there were many infantrymen. These infantrymen wore simple leather armor and round helmets. Some wielded axes and spears, some wielded swords and shields, and some wielded spears and longbows. However, the unifying characteristic of these infantrymen was that they were poorly dressed and looked malnourished. Compared to the elite imperial infantry, these infantrymen from the Kingdom of Knights were much worse in terms of equipment, mental state, and morale.
"Welcome! Noble knight allies, on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, I would like to extend a warm welcome to you. I wish you good health, and let us fight evil together! " Ivan rode forward on his warhorse and welcomed the knights. "My God, I didn't expect a knight of the Holy Grail to lead an army here in person. Praise the gods!"
"Thank you, my friends! Since Brittany was founded, we have fought side by side many times against evil! When we learned that our allies were threatened by the green tide of evil, we felt that it was time to blow the horn again and fight side by side with our friends from the Empire! " The knight of the Holy Grail also gave a sincere greeting to the Griffin Duke. "I am the knight of the Holy Grail, Ulles. In the glory of the Lady, you must be the Griffin Duke, right?"
"Yes! Sir Ulles, it must have been hard for you to come from afar. We have arranged a banquet to welcome our knight friends. "Ivan, the Griffin Duke, said with a laugh, and then indicated that he had arranged a banquet.
"You are Laing, right?" Ulles, the knight of the Holy Grail, looked about forty years old. He immediately noticed Laing standing next to Ivan. After staring at him for a while, the knight of the Holy Grail suddenly smiled and said, "Welcome, young warrior, Lady's Champion, welcome to the team of the Holy Grail Knights."
"It's an honor to meet you, Sir Ulles!" Laing shook hands with Ulles. He was a little touched. The knights of the Holy Grail were like this. Those who could complete the trial of the Holy Grail and walk to the end of the road of the Holy Grail were true warriors and strong people with the eight virtues of knights. They would never be biased against others because of their personal interests and sectarian views. The knights of the Holy Grail would treat every human being equally and justly.
Except for serfs.
"This is the court invitation signed by His Majesty Richard himself. Accept it, Lady's Champion. This is the will of the Lady. On behalf of Brittany, I welcome your arrival." Ulles took out a scroll with the seal of the Lake Goddess Witch and the Knight King engraved on it.
Brittany officially invited Laing to join the Knight King Kingdom and become a noble lord.
"Thank you …" Laing's hands trembled a little. Accepting this invitation officially meant that he would be promoted from a low-level noble to a great noble. After nine years of war and countless accumulations of fame, he finally got this result. His emotions couldn't help but fluctuate, and he had a deep feeling.
In this world, the steps of promotion were so difficult, and the ladder of promotion was so narrow. Of course, he knew that as the final moment approached, he had to hurry, but there were some things that couldn't be rushed. Rice had to be eaten one bite at a time. Becoming a noble lord was only the first step.
Laing could feel the jealous and admiring eyes of the Brittany knights. They were jealous that he was favored by the Lake Goddess. They admired him for becoming a knight of the Holy Grail at such a young age and having his own territory.
Only a mediocre person would not be envied. Laing just smiled faintly at this.
Sure enough, before the evening banquet began, many knights had taken the initiative to challenge Laing.
"Hello, Mr. Laing. I am Anatole of Bereon! I would like to see Mr. Laing's horsemanship! "
"I am Kleinman of Montford. I hope to have a fair duel with Mr. Laing!"
"Taubert of Angoran …"
"I am Gaspar, son of Morris …"
Countless knights crazily pestered Laing, making him very annoyed.
Every noble boy of Brittany had already embarked on the path of a knight when they were still in their mother's arms. Their bloodline automatically led them to this path, but bloodline was only the key to opening the path. The boys had to further prove their loyalty, courage, and virtue. Although there were all kinds of ways to win fame and status on this path, young knights were obsessed with the path of battle to show their status as knights. When they reached adulthood, they would immediately be titled as Ranger Knights.
According to Leon, these knight-errant knights were still in middle school. They were fearless, courageous, and young. In order to prove their strength to the Lake Fairy, these young knights were full of vigor and vigor. They dreamed of showing off their skills in battle and obtaining the fame and glory that they had been longing for.
Laing was very annoyed. He did not want to waste time on these knights at all. The strongest of these knights were only mid-elite, and there were even a few young men who were only ordinary. Looking at them struggling to put on plate armor and hold swords and shields, Laing thought that they should make sure that they could use weapons freely.
He calmly did not respond, because the Grail Knight was supposed to be cold and indifferent. His behavior instead aroused the enthusiasm of the knights. They surrounded Laing and chattered endlessly. The young knights all hoped to challenge him, defeat him, and win his glory and reputation.
There were even many knights who shouted that Laing did not duel or admit defeat.
Laing still ignored them all. If he did, it would be troublesome. These people were obviously here to take advantage of his popularity.
Just when Laing wanted to slip out of the crowd, two people blocked his way.
They looked like a pair of siblings because they looked very similar. They both had blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes. The man was tall and handsome, and his height was similar to Ryan's. However, there was a thick layer of coldness on his face, so cold that it was almost impossible to melt.
On the other hand, the girl had an almost perfect and delicate face. Her long blonde hair was slightly curled at the end and was held in place by a black hair band. The special mithril plate armor on her body was obviously tailor-made. Unlike her brother, this female knight had a temperament that was as gentle as water. It was hard to imagine that there would be such a huge difference between a brother and a sister.
However, they both had the same coat of arms. In the blue and white shield pattern, there was a pure white pegasus spreading its wings. This was the coat of arms of the Aintree family, Duke Winford. This family was one of the three most noble families in the Knight King Kingdom.
Seeing these two people, Laing stopped.
"You really came, Yuri."
"Also, welcome, Suria."
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