PS: Apologies for being late.
Skaven Magic City, Horned Rat Council of Thirteen.
Amidst the dim light and angry roars of the dimensional stones, the chief assassin of the Isin Clan, Snick, reported the situation to the members of the Council of Thirteen.
On the surface, the Skaven Ratmen's attack on the Brittany was a failure. Not only did they fail to achieve any of their strategic objectives, but they also suffered great losses.
However, in this attack, the Skaven Ratmen could be considered to have achieved several objectives. First, they confirmed the presence of the original World Eater Anglo and the Imperial Royal Guard, successfully probing the Brittany's true strength. Second, they effectively dealt a blow to the Brittany's war potential, leaving the Knight King with no time to spare. Third, they successfully launched and tested the power of the dimensional stone nuclear bombs.
Therefore, in summary, the Skaven Ratmen refused to admit their defeat, indicating that the battle plan was successful.
But even so, the price of losing Ickart Talon was too great. On this point, even the Scourge Lords, who were the best at bullshitting, were too embarrassed to say that they had won. In the end, they decided to call it a draw.
In order to compensate the Skuri Clan and the Mord Clan for their heavy losses, Snick presented the head of the Graybeak Clan's warlord, Tritas Coward. The Horned Rat's representative, Gray Prophet Cuero, made a speech and promised to settle the score with the Graybeak Clan. Everything of the Graybeak Clan would be used as compensation for the losses suffered by the major clans in the invasion of the Brittany.
Even though the Skuri Clan's leader, Moskita, was bleeding from the heartache, he could only reluctantly agree since the Horned Rat had spoken.
The Isin Clan received enough commission, and the Mord Clan also received compensation. At the same time, the other Skaven Ratmen took advantage of the fact that the Brittany was powerless to take care of other matters and conquered the last Estalian Principality, Billibaly. Everyone was happy. As for the Graybeak Clan? Who would care about a clan that was about to be wiped out?
The war on the Brittany side did not go well, and the first phase of the war in Lucia was only so-so. The Plague Clan's army attacked Lucia and fought dozens of battles with the Lizardmen. Both sides had victories and losses. The Horned Rat originally had high hopes for the Chaos portal in Echo City, but a force changed everything. The Emperor's Son, Forgen, personally blocked the Chaos Gate in Echo City... With his unparalleled perseverance, elegance, and his powerful personal ability, he defeated wave after wave of Chaos waves. he even had a 'friendly' conversation with a Demon Prince named Erebus and a strange fellow named Kr * *'s * * for a long time.. while.
But it didn't matter. The Skaven Ratmen's attack on Lucia was just a test. Their real trump card was the Evilmoon Traction Device. Now that the device had just been completed, the Great Warlocks of the Skaven Clan didn't have enough control over it. Now that the Skaven Clan Leader Moskita had lost Ikkete Talon, he was forced to take action personally.
Needless to say, the attack on the Southern Kingdom and the bordering princes' territories was a complete victory.
The Dwarves' strategy also achieved good results. Sea Gate Pass and Eight Peaks Mountain were now besieged by the Skaven Ratmen.
"Although the war in Brittany isn't going well, the other battlefields are winning! yes！ yes！” In the end, the Council of Thirteen concluded the results of the first phase. Every Rat has the right to be proud of the great Holy War. The Skaven Underground Empire is strong! Rats, bring your own rations and join our great Holy War. The Horned Rat needs you!
(Here's a poster of a Scourge Lord pointing at a rat slave.)
From victory to victory, the Council of Thirteen declared the end of the war. The next step was to deal with the Graybeak Clan. It was time for everyone to share the spoils.
… I barely managed to get through the division line …
Winter of Year 2523 of the Empire arrived in Brittany. This year, the Knight King's Kingdom had entered a state of adjustment after the Skaven War. In the past few months, Laing had focused on settling down the refugees and resuming production. Of course, he received a request for help from the Empire. Considering the impending arrival of the Seed of Destruction, Laing couldn't personally lead the army or send the Brittany's elites to the Empire. The Brittany High Command was also in a debate about whether to form a 'Chivalrous Army'.
If they formed a Chivalrous Army, it would definitely weaken the strength of the Knight King's Kingdom, especially when the Seed of Destruction was about to arrive.
If they didn't form a Chivalrous Army, it would go against the Brittany's chivalrous image and affect the country's relationship with the Empire. Although it was the Empire that asked for help in the past few wars, the Brittany always received military pay and other compensations. Furthermore, the Empire also supported the industrialization of the Brittany, which was impossible to get from other places.
A person's image was actually very important. Although everyone liked to see a person's image collapse, a good image was very beneficial to the cohesion and national pride of the Brittany. On the contrary, a person's image collapse would be destructive.
As the ruler of Brittany, Laing and the Holy Grail Knights had the obligation to uphold and abide by the 'chivalrous' national policy. Although it might be detrimental to their interests, they couldn't be shameless enough to rely on chivalry and chivalry to become successful.
"I have no interest in a request for help from a piece of trash."
"If you were a Holy Grail Knight, you would feel the same way as a lowly serf."
"If you were a Holy Grail Knight, you wouldn't need to understand the feelings of a person who is lower in rank than you, whose character and willpower are worse than yours."
If the king and the Holy Grail Knights did this, they would have been pulled down from their thrones by the Lady of the Lake. The Knight King's Kingdom wouldn't be able to stand for thousands of years.
Only by not forgetting one's original intentions could one achieve success.
In the end, after many discussions in the High Command, the Brittany decided to form a Chivalrous Army of about 5000 people. They would be led by François's cousin, Jerrold, and prepare to go through the Montfort Pass to support the Empire.
Then, Laing decided to spend this winter in Jean City. On one hand, he could preside over the reconstruction and resettlement work in the south. On the other hand, he had to be prepared to deal with the Seed of Destruction.
The Knight King sat in the long corridor of Suria's courtyard. He frowned as he thought about the upcoming challenge. The Grey Knight knew that this might be the strongest enemy he had ever faced.
What should I do?
Laing's thoughts gradually diverged, and a few images appeared in his mind.
The Emperor: "This proves that the Human Empire is the best in the universe!"
Zhuang Sen: "Because we are the Dark Angels!"
Kirriman: "I will protect everything in the Human Empire!"
Fulgen: "Recreating the Emperor's son is our duty to bring glory to the empire!"
Laing: "Resisting the Seed of Destruction is considered a victory."
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The Grey Knight Geno Prototype couldn't help but laugh.
In fact, it wasn't embarrassing. The Seed of Destruction's strength was there, but why did it feel so strange?
"Ryan ~ Why are you acting like this? Why are you so surprised?" Teresa, who was sitting next to Laing, couldn't help but complain. The Sacred sorceress squinted her eyes and looked at Laing, who was laughing strangely.
Teresa was wearing a black lady's suit today. She had a white calico shirt inside, a black striped skirt, and gray lace Lycra star pantyhose. The sorceress was like a proud plum blossom blooming in the ice and snow. Her cold and charming temperament and soft expression complemented each other. She was only displayed in front of Laing.
Her waist-length black shimmering hair was tied into a ponytail by a jade hairpin. It hung down from her shoulders. The retro ice pattern fell from the hairpin on her chest, setting off Teresa's high collar and light blue bow tie.
The gray lace pantyhose was branded with retro lavender patterns. It was displayed on her slender legs, making her look even more pure and charming. Through the fine lines and silver lavender patterns on the surface of the gray pantyhose, one could vaguely see Teresa's snow-white skin, plump and slender thighs, and full moons. Her slender calves and two small and cute snow-white feet were not wearing high heels. Instead, she wore a pair of simple blue flat shoes. The sorceress sat next to Laing and helped him deal with official documents.
Since they had to deal with the Seed of Destruction, Laing had to gather as much power as possible. Teresa and Aurora were not ice element sorcerers who were good at fighting enemies head-on, so they would not participate in the battle. However, their magic was very good at restraining and resisting the Chaos Demon. Therefore, Laing summoned them and arranged them to be his secretaries. During the winter, when their magic power was strong, they could make all kinds of ice magic scrolls and set up ice magic circles. On the other hand, they could also help Laing deal with internal affairs. After all, Emilia and Olica had left, and Morgiana had to take charge of the post-disaster reconstruction work. Laing only had Suria by his side, and the Knight King had his own things to do.
Teresa was actually quite satisfied with the current situation. The sorceress seemed to have returned to the time when she was in Nord. In the morning and afternoon, she quietly dealt with documents and internal affairs with Laing, accompanied him on patrols, and had lunch or dinner with him at noon or night. Then, she would be pampered by him.
The only thing that made her feel ashamed and annoyed was that Laing always bullied her. And for some reason, she seemed to be unable to refuse any of Laing's requests. She had been bullied enough recently, and her memory was a little blurry.
Teresa knew that she could no longer help Laing with many things. Now that she could be his secretary, it was good enough.
"How's the setting up of the magic circle on Aurora's side?" Laing asked while looking at the documents. He now had to prepare for the arrival of the Seed of Destruction.
"Mother has brought some people to make magic scrolls and set up magic circles." Teresa blushed when she heard Laing mention Aurora. She glared at Laing angrily and said, "Don't you already know? Why are you still asking me? "
"I still have to confirm." Laing smiled eerily. He had already mastered Olica's dark magic.
"Speaking of which, Laing, do you think this Seed of Destruction is really that powerful?" Teresa could not help but subconsciously clamp her legs together when she saw the smile on Laing's face. The sorceress quickly changed the topic. "Aren't you very good at dealing with Chaos and Great Demons?"
"It's different. It's something that even Anglo's brother can't handle." Laing frowned at the mention of the Seed of Destruction. He could only sense that the Seed of Destruction was coming soon, but he could not be sure when or where it would appear.
It could be a few weeks, or a few months. The time in the subspace was discontinuous. All Laing could do was to be prepared.
"Have you found the descendant of Duke Karakason?" Teresa wanted to ask more, but Laing had already diverted his attention. The Sun King had a lot of things to deal with, and there were some things that needed to be looked at personally.
"All the close bloodlines of Duke Karakason have died out. There are a few distant bloodlines, but they are either very thin or have inherited other noble titles." Teresa said helplessly. "Now, everyone thinks that they have the right to inherit, and everyone thinks that the other doesn't."
"What about the inheritance law?" Laing looked up curiously. "Can't it be ranked first?"
"It's not that easy. The first in line is Sir Didier, but this knight … The Holy Grail Expedition has been going on for thirty years, and there is no news about him." Teresa's snow-white feet, which were wrapped in gray silk, lightly tapped the carpet. "If we want to choose a descendant from another noble family, it'll be a bloodbath."
Laing thought for a moment and then asked, "Then what about Leofric Kallar? He's a royal knight, the son-in-law of Duke Karakason, and Helene's husband. "
"He's still alive, but Leofric already has another title." Teresa said in surprise. "He's from Wynford, and your father-in-law, François, personally made him a royal knight. How did he become Duke Karakason?"
"He's fine. He's obedient, supports my reforms, and is also the son-in-law of the duke. Just treat it as selecting a son-in-law to inherit the title." Laing said directly. "Anyway, no one can come to a conclusion. I'll tell the lady and Morgiana to give the order."
"Okay …" Teresa agreed verbally, but she was still a little unconvinced. She snorted coldly, implying that the female courtier was a little emotional.
"What's wrong? You don't think he's good? " Laing could tell. He smiled and put his arm around Teresa's shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. "We can talk about it."
"It's nothing. There are some rumors out there." Teresa felt wronged. "You've been concentrating your military and financial resources to deal with the Seed of Destruction. You've also transferred my mother and me to be your secretaries. People outside are saying … it's my mother and I who seduced you."
"Isn't it true?" Laing blinked.
"Lai! Yes! "Teresa's voice grew louder. The sorceress was flustered and exasperated. She stood up and wanted to leave.
Something terrible happened. She lost control of her body. No matter how much her head urged her, her beautiful gray legs were fixed in place, not moving at all. The sorceress struggled in fear, but her head soon fell into a trance. When she woke up, she didn't care about it anymore.
"I know you feel wronged. You must be thinking that. Why is it that the more you do, the more mistakes you make?" Laing laughed and reached out to pull Teresa over and put her on his lap. The king said softly, "If you don't do it, will there be no mistakes?"
"That's not what I meant." Teresa turned her head away. Her shimmering black hair brushed Laing's face.
"We are the rulers. We monopolize the resources of society and enjoy the worship of countless people. We take the taxes of the serfs and free people … even the shield tax and tithe of the nobles. We already have such a status and enjoy such glory. Of course, we have to accept the criticism and criticism of the outside world." Laing said gently, "Of course, some of the criticism is kind, and some of it is malicious. But to us, we have to accept it. This is the price of power. You are the one being observed."
"Wizards are different from you nobles. Don't talk to me about this, Laing. I don't want to hear it." Teresa said awkwardly. The sorceress' face gradually turned red. She clamped her legs together, and her whole body went limp. She had no strength at all. "You are the king, not me."
Laing secretly rolled his eyes. He had wanted to say one thing. He had originally commissioned MI7 to collect the voices of the people all over Brittany, including the opinions of the sorceress. He had always been of the view that "everything is open to discussion."
However, Aurora had recently found an excuse to close this channel. The reason given by the Sanctuary Witches was that there were too many opinions, and she was annoyed by them. According to Aurora, some of the Apprentice Witches and official Witches knew that Leon would check the letters from time to time, so they sent a lot of useless letters, such as quiz questions, love letters, and eulogizing praises to Leon.
It was so annoying that she simply closed it. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. Besides, they were the ones who raised the opinions. Aurora said that if they felt that the Knight King Kingdom was not good, then they should go to the Empire, or the Southern Kingdom!
After hearing this news, Laing thought that Lady Aurora was really good at cutting people off. Could it be that Talleyrand taught her by example?
But seeing Teresa like this, Laing did not know what to say to her. Sorceresses were born with the ability to cast spells. They were the favored children of heaven and earth. She could not understand, and she also felt that these low-level people were unreasonable.
"Oh, right, Laing." At this time, Teresa suddenly remembered something. "Didn't you say that in order to deal with the Seed of Destruction, you need as many Sanctuary Masters as possible?"
"Well, yes," Laing replied casually. "Of course, the more the better, provided that they can be trusted."
"Well, isn't Her Majesty Katarín in Marlin Castle now?" Teresa thought of the previous matter. "She is a high-level Sanctuary Master, an Ice Witch more powerful than mother and me. She also has the blood of Queen Miska. Why don't we invite her to come to Brittany to help, what do you think?"
"Hmm ~" Laing rolled his eyes.
This can be considered ~
"Go and call your mother. We will have dinner tonight to discuss this matter."
"Okay, I will go and call my mother."
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