As the industrial heart of the Empire, Nur was in a state of morbid prosperity in recent years.
The entire city was in a state of morbid frenzy.
As the jewel of the Empire, the first city of the Empire, and the place where many emperors set up their palaces throughout history, Nur had the right to be proud of itself. As the center of learning and industry, Nur had always maintained its unique geographical advantage. The Sol and Ivy rivers converged here and entered Rick territory. Wealth, resources, and people from all over the Empire and even the Old World poured into the city, creating Nur's unique status. In history, only Brunswick, the capital of the Empire, could compare to it in terms of power, wealth, and industrial strength.
Because of its flat land, Nur could not be as isolated as Mildenheim. Therefore, the city walls of the city had been strengthened and reinforced over the long history of the Empire. Now, they were dozens of meters high, and rows of black cannons could be seen on every side of the city walls. The proud Nur people were ready to defend their city at any time.
As the military factory that supplied more than 70% of the Empire's military, Nur's coffers were always full. Countless forges, steel companies, and gun workshops made a fortune by selling arms to other provinces and autonomous cities. For example, the cannons produced by Krupp Steel Company were of superior quality. Not only did they have a long range, but they were also powerful and had a long service life. Nur's military factory also produced fine long-barreled muskets. In the Empire, only Hawk's long-barreled rifles could be compared to Nur's long-barreled rifles. However, the output of both sides was not on the same level. Hawk's was a small handmade workshop, while Nur's was a factory production line.
Whether it was Brunswick Military Factory, Musillon Military Factory, or Geert's new Feidorf Military Factory in Sol, their standards and technology were far inferior to Nur's. There was no place in the Old World that could produce such excellent equipment or firearms, except for the dwarves. However, the dwarves often produced weapons that were barely up to par, and only a few of them would enter the human world, so there was basically no competition. On the other hand, Nur's firearms were often bought by the dwarves. The dwarven gunners often complained that they were not good enough, but they kept them as backup weapons.
Since Countess Emilia returned to Nur, the Nur's economy was getting better and better. Its industrial products were exported to Luscia, and it also officially opened the Brittany market. The entire Nur industry was producing at full capacity every day, but it could never meet the demand. Especially after the year 2522 of the Empire calendar, the flames of war rose everywhere in the Old World. The more critical the situation was, the more military weapons were needed. With the treasury exploding many times, countless military orders had far exceeded the scope of Nur's production. More than 95% of the military factories were operating 24 hours a day. Whether it was day or night, the flames and smoke in the factories never stopped for a day.
The military orders were already scheduled for thirty-eight months later.
The crisis of the Old World also caused a huge shock in Nur. For the Nur people, the last time they faced a strong enemy was the invasion of Tarim Khan more than ten years ago. But now, even the noble ladies who did not care about politics knew that the Empire was facing a terrible crisis.
The reason was that since the year 2523, the Empire was facing too many problems.
At the northern border, the violent Chaos army ravaged the northern lands. Only the Golden Fortress was able to resist them.
At the east of the Empire, large batches of Specters appeared from Sylvania and traveled within the Empire.
In the Black Forest, tens of thousands of Orcs swarmed out of the forest. They killed and burned any village they saw.
The plague spread everywhere. Besides Gert's Talisman Water, there was no cure.
It was said that in the southern Sol Territory and Sol Fortress, Sol Territory's army was still dealing with the attacks of rat-like Orcs and Green Skins.
Even on the relatively safer main roads, bandits, green-skinned beastmen, and ogres roamed around.
It seemed that no other place was truly safe except for Noor. The population of the city quickly swelled from three to four hundred thousand to seven hundred thousand. The nobles and refugees who had fled from the northern part of the empire also became frightened. They were afraid that the world would not be in chaos. They talked nonsense everywhere, saying how terrifying the Chaos Barbarians were, how they suddenly grew armor on their bodies on the battlefield, and how there were Chaos Giants that were as tall as ten people. This intensified everyone's fear.
To make matters worse, with the continuous decrease in grain production, Weissen Territory was unable to supply the huge grain expenditure of Nur.
The herd effect made everyone feel a suffocating sense of oppression.
Was it the end of the world?
At the crucial moment, Duchess Emilia of the Empire came out to solve the problem. She went to Brittany to negotiate with Sun Wang Laing. Not only did she clinch a large military order, but she also obtained a guarantee of grain supply from the other side of the mountain. Both sides reached an agreement. Nur could obtain priority grain supply from Brittany and had the right to negotiate prices. Nur also promised that Brittany's military supplies would be prioritized under certain circumstances, and the price would be fair.
Since the agreement was reached, a steady flow of grain from Gray Mountain passed through Axe Pass and Gray Lady's Road to Nur.
What was even more hilarious was that, in the past, when agricultural products were exchanged for industrial products, agriculture was always the one being exploited. However, the current situation was that Nurs was the weaker party in this negotiation. As long as Brittania imposed a trade embargo and food embargo, Nurs would be forced to implement a food supply system and reduce their production.
Hence, Nur secretly sighed.
"The Duchess is still reliable."
"It seems that the Duchess and Sun Wang are on opposite sides."
"Isn't that so? Look at our Baron. He's so powerful because he's a good breed. "
Previously, there were still some voices of dissatisfaction in Nur. But after Emilia successfully reached the grain agreement, the city was full of voices of praise. The heartfelt gratitude and praise of the people were generously showered on the Duchess of the Empire.
Because Emilia was pregnant, she did not have much energy to deal with internal affairs. In fact, the power of Nur fell into the hands of Baron Frey Derick. Generally, Frey Derick handled the internal affairs and then gave it to his mother for approval. After reading it, Emilia would sign it as long as she felt that there was no problem.
Therefore, Frey Derick was really, really grateful to the little Queen Alissanda. Ever since Alissanda came to his side, everything had been better. The little Queen's internal affairs and diplomatic skills could not be described as outstanding but extraordinary. With her guidance, Frey Derick was able to deal with all the problems with ease in less than a year.
Of course, the little Queen knew that the reason everything went so smoothly was because Emilia and Frey had someone backing them.
Did the people of Nur not want food and orders?
More importantly, with Alissanda's efforts, the Skaven underground city under Nur was taking shape. It was just that no one believed it now.
April 2524 of the Empire calendar. The weather was very cold, as cold as ice. Since the beginning of the Final Moment, the climate in the Old World had become colder and colder.
In the black tower in the northern part of Nur, Frey Derick was working.
Fifteen days ago, the baron had just defeated a green-skinned tribe called "Skull Crusher" in Futenberg in the southern part of Nur. The corpses of the green-skinned tribe had almost piled up into a mountain. During the battle, Geert had simply handed over his army to Frey Derick. And to this baron, Saul did not have any objections. Obviously, it was only a matter of time before Weissen and Saul merged again in the future.
Burying his head in the report of last month's production and the Marlinburg incident, the 20-year-old Frey Derick's handsome face gradually faded. From the beginning of the battle in 2519 until now, he was already a general who had experienced as many as 186 battles, big and small. From being unfamiliar to being proficient, from being a beginner to being a master, the Nur military watched the baron's growth with satisfaction.
At this time, Frey Derick was reviewing Suria's defense of Cullona. The baron was concentrating on reviewing the whole battle. He was envious and impressed by Suria's sudden change of tactics and the way she had roused a large wave of troops in an instant. After reviewing the whole battle, Frey Derick wrote down his experience in his notebook.
"Sigwald lost because he underestimated the enemy, lost because of his arrogance, lost because of his empiricism, and lost because of his unclear strategic goals. If he wanted to storm Cullona, he should have rushed straight to Cullona. If he wanted to plunder and wipe out the Brittany's living forces, he should have engaged in mobile warfare and actively avoided battle."
"Aunt Suria's victory was in her ability to adapt to the situation, her confidence, and her breaking of rules and dogmas. She had a strong city, but she gave up on defending it, which was unexpected to Chaos. She summoned all the nobles' private armies, which was unexpected, and to some extent, went against the principles of chivalry. However, the results were extraordinary. At the same time, she concentrated the advantage of the army to attack the enemy's weakness, increased the marching speed of the cavalry, and led the troops to boost morale.
Frey frowned as he wrote this. Obviously, he still had some opinions about Aunt Suria and Devonshire. He only wrote half of this sentence. He thought for a few seconds and decided to write another line.
"As time passes, the conditions of battle, the comparison of the enemy's strength, and the goals that should be achieved have all changed. The objective conditions that the old experience relied on no longer exist, so the experience naturally has no place to be used. If the goal and tactics of battle cannot be set realistically, the defeat will be inevitable. "
After he finished writing, Frey Derick was finally satisfied. The Nur baron suddenly smelled a fragrance, and then there was a burst of bell-like laughter. A pair of small hands put a silver plate full of food on the table, and then covered Frey Derick's eyes. A familiar voice came from behind. "It's tea time, my baron. Take a rest."
"Allie …" Frey Derick could not help but smile. The baron turned around and hugged the little queen gently. "You're back? Mother didn't give you a hard time, did she? "
Alissanda was indeed a treasure that Charlemagne had given to the baron. The little queen's appearance was the best among the elites, and naturally, she was also one of the best in the old world. Not to mention, she had a multi-faceted temperament, was intelligent, and had outstanding wisdom. She was surprisingly experienced and skillful in politics and diplomacy.
She was wearing a long-sleeved chiffon white blouse, a button-up skirt, a simple princess hair accessory, and a simple coffee-colored leather belt around her waist. Under the skirt, her delicate and beautiful calves were wrapped in white lace starry lycra pantyhose and a pair of pearl high heels. Alisala's temperament alternated between being elegant and beautiful. She had a pure and lovely oval face and big watery eyes. It was hard not to fall in love with her.
The ever-changing Alissanda quickly figured out Frey Derick's preferences. Frey's hobbies were exactly the same as his father's. He liked maids, all kinds of professional attire, and matching stockings and high heels.
Wasn't that simple? Alissanda changed her outfit every day. Lolita outfits, court lady outfits, elf outfits, maid outfits, cheongsam dresses given to her by the Lake Fairy in private, or office shirts and skirts paired with all kinds of stockings. The little queen really charmed Frederick to the core.
However, although the little queen was prepared, Frey Derick could still restrain himself. The baron always remembered that it was Noelle who first came to him and became his maid. Now, she was his fiancée. Frey Derick planned to talk about this after the wedding. He was not ready yet, and he did not like to make promises casually.
"No." Alissanda shook her head. She saw Frey Derick reach for the pastry and suddenly stopped him. "You're not allowed to eat! You have to say the code! "
"Code … This, Alissanda, can I not say it?" Frey Derick was a little embarrassed.
"I won't let you eat if you don't say it!" Alissanda stretched out her white finger and tapped Frey's face, snorting with her little nose.
"Different …" Frey Derick's face turned red.
"Say it quickly! There are still things to do after eating. "The little queen pressed him step by step.
"Meeting in a different world … Enjoy the delicious food." Frey Derick could only say shyly. Seeing the baron give in, Alissanda's bell-like laughter rang in the room.
How stupid, how did Alissanda think of this?
The two of them ate a little, and Alissanda took Frey Derick to the Kurfürst's palace in Nur. There, the Empire's Countess Emilia, the Nur military, and a large group of Nur nobles were already waiting.
During this time, the Wood Elf Goddess, Misty Lady, Ladelia, appeared in Nur. She held the letter of introduction from Sun Wang Laing and specialized in reading people's faces in Nur. She was absolutely accurate, and as long as one presented a generous gift, she could bestow generous blessings and even some small magic tools.
Emilia was very excited. The Empire's Countess certainly knew that the Goddess of the Moon was the Lake Fairy, Lilith, but she didn't know about the Misty Lady, Ladelia. Hearing that a true god appeared to read people's faces, the pregnant Empire's Countess immediately asked someone to invite the Misty Lady to the Kurfürst's palace and let her read Frey Derick's face.
Can my son be the Emperor of the Empire?
Emilia was still not very confident.
When Frey Derick and Alissanda appeared, everyone was already present. Nur's dozens of generals, hundreds of great nobles, and city councilors were all looking at the Baron. Many people were very nervous.
Frey Derick's fiancée, the Northern Eagle of the Church of the Goddess of War, Noelle, was also there. The girl had been sick for several months and finally got better. She was dressed very casually today, wearing a beret, a woolen sweater, a dark blue pleated skirt, white silk pantyhose, and black leather shoes. When she saw her fiancé and his maid, Noelle stared at Alissanda for a full two seconds before walking to Frey Derick's side. Alissanda immediately took half a step back to show her concession.
At this time, the Misty Lady, Ladelia, was already there. From the outside, she looked like a goddess with dazzling golden hair and an extremely hot figure. However, she was wearing a thick veil and a cloak, only revealing a pair of eyes outside, so her beauty couldn't be seen.
"Lady Ladelia, please take a look at this." Emilia, with her big belly, said with some eagerness, "This is my son, Frey Derick, the son of Laing and I. How is it, can he be the emperor of the Empire?"
"Let me see." A pleasant and somewhat familiar voice came from behind the veil.
The atmosphere in the room was very quiet. Frey Derick only felt that the goddess opposite him was looking at him somewhat teasingly.
The baron glanced awkwardly at Noelle beside him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. This face is really not bad. I think there's a good show." Ladelia's voice sounded.
Frey Derick was originally very handsome, and with the addition of Psionic Bonus, he also inherited Laing's face and Emilia's facial features. This result wasn't unexpected, at least Frey Derick didn't feel that it was unexpected.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Immediately, there were excited roars and clenched fists in the hall. Is our Nur going to have another emperor of the Empire?
Nur has been waiting for more than 100 years!
"Really?" Emilia didn't care about her pregnancy, and the Empire's Countess directly stood up with a glowing face, "Please take a closer look, please!"
"Yes, I've taken a good look." Ladelia looked for another five minutes, and even reached out to pinch Frey's face, "He should be able to become an emperor. This face is the face of a griffin, born to be a king. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He's simply the messenger sent by Charlemagne to the human world, destined to become the emperor!"
"Yayi shakeit!" Emilia shouted in ecstasy. The Empire's Countess immediately waved her hand, and several attendants immediately brought out five boxes of luxurious gifts piled with gold and silver, "Thank you very much, thank you very much, Lady Ladelia. This is our Nur's thank you gift!"
"Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet." Ladelia shook her head, "Although he has the face of a king, he's facing some challenges."
"What challenges?" Emilia's expression immediately became fierce, "What would our Nur be afraid of? Send out steam tanks one by one, and send all the challenges to the heavens! "
"I can only observe the first challenge." Ladelia's chuckle sounded, "This challenge is under Nur. That mysterious triangular mark will bring destruction to Nur. If he can't stop it, then his path to becoming an emperor is doomed."
"The challenge is under Nur?"
Everyone was in an uproar.
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