"F * ck you! F * ck you! Fly for me! Hurry up, fly for me! "
In the Imperial Royal Zoo, the Imperial Royal Chief Grand Wizard Matak was angrily pulling on the reins of a two-headed gryphon. He used his Beast Wind of Sanctuary-level strength to try to pacify and control the gryphon, but the extremely serious corruption of Nurgle and the chaotic magical wind in the city forced Matak to use all his strength to control the gryphon.
After falling out with Helberg, Matak soon found himself in a state of isolation and helplessness. As the chief grand wizard of the royal family, the most important thing was actually the favor of the emperor. Now that the empire did not have an emperor, Helberg, who was in charge, was extremely important. However, every proposal of Matak's was flatly rejected by Helberg, which made it difficult for Matak to display his abilities. As everyone knew, the beast-type wizards could not directly provide huge damage like the fire-type wizards, nor were they good at group attacks and providing various buffs like the light-type, heaven-type, and metal-type wizards. The amber wizards were more of an auxiliary attack and an existence that could transform into various ferocious beasts to fight in person.
Matak had a lot of ideas, but he could not use them. The Chief Grand Wizard of the Royal Family also found Archbishop Margret of Brunswick. The two people with keen observation shared their concerns about the increasingly terrible air and increasing creatures coming out of the sewers of Brunswick, but neither side could do anything. Matak knew that going into the sewers alone was suicide. He needed an elite Empire legion to help him. Archbishop Margret of Shalia was also facing a very serious problem. Nearly one-third of the people in Brunswick were sick, but the Church of the Goddess of Mercy could do nothing about the plague of Nurgle. She could only try to alleviate the pain of the sick as much as possible and keep praying to the Goddess of Mercy to save everything.
Everyone was in pain. Matak found himself playing his role in the stupid show that was being staged in this collapsing world. He could not command others, nor did he have the desire to do so. Helberg was right about one thing: this was his city, not Matak's.
The Nur Army? It was never in Matak's consideration. He was the Chief Grand Wizard of the Royal Family appointed by the Emperor, not the Nur Army.
Wait, the Emperor!
The Chief Grand Wizard of the Royal Family found the core of the problem, and that was the Emperor.
Divination, astrology, prayer, dreams, Matak finally got a word from the God of Nature, Tarr. The Emperor of the Empire was still alive. He was now wandering in the wilderness of Ostmark, hiding from the Army of Chaos, desperate and helpless.
Tarr's aura was very weak. Just like the Empire, he was in imminent danger.
But … there was still hope!
Matak made the riskiest decision and went against the decision of his ancestors. He chose to betray them. He wrote a farewell note to tell Helberg that he would not play with him anymore. Then, he came to the Imperial Zoo alone.
He was going to find the Emperor!
The number of guards in the Royal Zoo had been reduced to the lowest in history. Matak took the opportunity to sneak in and tried to get himself a flying mount. He thought he would find a few Brittany pegasi, but the docile pegasi had all been incorporated into the officers of the city guard. Only a few big gryphons and the dragon were left.
Matak did not dare to touch the dragon of the Empire. In the whole Empire, only Emperor Karl-franz had the ability to communicate with the cold and lonely heart of the Empire's dragon.
Matak had no choice but to pick a strong and slightly docile two-headed gryphon. He tried his best to communicate with it, but before he could tame the beast, the guards finally felt that something was wrong. They scolded, "You beggar who raises birds!" "Pig with wings full of fleas!" They asked the Chief Grand Wizard of the Royal Family to get out of here. A thief like him was not welcome here.
"Fly, fly!" Matak roared and waved his cane at the gryphon. He shouted desperately at the gryphon, "Listen to me, listen to me, buddy! Fly, or we'll all be in big trouble! Fly, fly! "
The gryphon probably understood what was going on. It rolled its eyes. After weighing the pros and cons of freedom and being locked in a cage again, it finally flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
"Yes! Yes! That's it, that's it! " Looking at the guards below and the buildings in Brunswick getting smaller and smaller, the Chief Grand Wizard of the Royal Family laughed out loud.
He had succeeded. At last, he had done something that was successful.
I'll find you, Emperor.
I swear.
The news of Matak's escape was soon sent to the hands of the old marshal, Helberg, along with the note he left behind. Helberg was so angry that he scolded Karl-franz on the spot. But the old marshal did not care so much at this time. He shouted, "He ran away! This damn beggar of Dragoncry, this traitor, I'm going to dig out his eyes! I'm going to tear his throat out and hang him on the flagpole of the Empire! I'm going to flatten him with my own hands! Tarr's teeth! There aren't many saints in this city to begin with! "
The old marshal was a little incoherent. Zenteil, the leader of the Brunswick Knights, quickly asked, "Then should we send out a search team immediately?"
"Too late!" Helberg was angry, but he was still sober on this matter. "Regardless of whether we can catch up with him or not, even if we catch up with him, he's a great wizard with the strength of a saint. Do you have any of your people who can bring him back?"
Zenteil had nothing to say. The Grand Wizard opened his mouth and finally could only say, "Then … our Chief Grand Wizard must have a reason, right?"
"Reason? Ha! "Helberg laughed." He thinks the Emperor is still alive! He said he wants to find the Emperor. "
"Maybe he's right?"
"Right? No! No way! You idiot! " Helberg grabbed Zenteil's collar, and the old marshal whispered fiercely, "I saw the Emperor fall with my own eyes! Don't doubt me … And, even if the Emperor is still alive, you're not allowed to say anything at this time. You know, there are people everywhere in the capital who oppose me. If the Emperor is still alive … If the Emperor is still alive … If … "
Helberg couldn't go on, but Zenteil understood what he meant. The Grand Wizard of the Brunswick Knights quickly said, "Also, I think your requirements for the recruits are too harsh. Continuous training and little food rations, some of them are already exhausted."
"Exhausted? You're telling me they're exhausted? "Helberg shouted nervously." Exhausted? We fought against the darkness, we did everything we could, we sacrificed everything, we spilled our blood on the land of the Empire, we didn't give in, we're alone and helpless! We're … alone and helpless!!! More than half of the Empire has fallen, and you're telling me they're exhausted? "
"No matter how strong their willpower is, they're just mortals, my marshal." Zenteil sighed. "Many people have fainted, they need to rest."
"Rest?" Helberg looked at him as if he was an idiot.
"Rest?"
"I can tell you, if it's a normal day, at least eighty thousand of these hundred thousand people are not qualified in my opinion, far from qualified! But we can't do anything now! Many of the recruits can barely line up and move forward with the drums. You want them to rest now? Then, did Emperor Mandrel the Exterminator rest? Did Ludwig, the Savior, rest? Or Schwarz Hammer? Karl-franz? Did they rest? "The old marshal roared.
Zenteil didn't say anything. He felt despair.
"It's not over yet, to the wall!" Helberg felt very tired. The old marshal couldn't help but sneer, then shook his head. He didn't even remember when he had rested. "To the wall, we have to check all the defenses again before the enemy arrives. Our work isn't done yet, and the same goes for the stonemasons. I'll personally check their work, and if they're relieved from their work, I'll use their own shovels to dig out their intestines on the spot!"
… I'll dig out the dividing line on the spot …
Outside the city, the murderous Nur army in black clothes and black armor were also preparing.
The sentries reported that the three Nur armies were very close to Brunswick. Frey Derick, his fiancée, Noelle, and his mother, Emilia, were discussing the details together when he received Helberg's order to allow the Nur army to enter the city.
The fifty thousand Nur soldiers were arranged in the wealthy district in the southeast of the capital. There were a large number of strong noble strongholds, and the core was the castle of the Rundstedt family. Helberg had given this area to the Nur army to control.
Frey Derick and Noelle checked the map. The young baron thought for a long time and said, "Defending this area is a waste of talent for us. The real, most powerful enemies come from the west and north of the city. I don't understand why we have to defend this area."
After a few glances, Noel shook his head. "Helberg is ready for street fighting. If the north of the city is lost, we can at least defend the south of the city. Our firepower can support the other side of the river and the palace if needed."
"We will need it. Look at the defenders of Brunswick. I dare say that when Godfather was here, most of them would be considered unqualified soldiers." Frey Derick sneered. The baron shook his head and said to Emilia, "Mother, why don't you go back to Nur?"
"That's impossible." Emilia refused firmly. Laing's little maid did not know much about military affairs, but her not interfering with military decisions was the biggest help to Frey Derick and Noelle. The Empire's countess was also a little nervous. She bit her handkerchief and mumbled, "Your father will come. Your father will come to save us!"
"Mother!" Frey Derick shouted helplessly. "We can expect Father to come with the army of knights, but we can't put all our hopes on him. The defense of Brunswick depends on us."
"That old bastard Helberg is too much." Emilia seemed to be a little sober after hearing her son's words. She said angrily, "When he doesn't need us, he keeps us outside the city and doesn't let us in. When the enemy is at the gate, he lets us in when he needs us. Is this what a qualified marshal should do?"
"But … he's still Marshal Rick, Godfather's most trusted person, mother." Frey Derick shook his head gently. Obviously, Laing's eldest son had experienced a very intense struggle on this matter, but he finally compromised. "Whether Godfather is dead or alive, the one who can represent him in the Empire is Marshal Rick, isn't it?"
"Look at him, he's a traitor!" Emilia understood her son's meaning, but she was still a little conflicted.
"Won't that make more people see his true nature as a traitor?" Frederick's fiancée smiled gently at Amelia. "Ever since the old marshal returned from the north, he has been using his authority to push for many things. He forced every man of the right age to undergo military training, forced every noble to donate a large amount of their wealth, and forced all citizens to do endless labor without pay. Mother, think about it. If he doesn't do this, then Frey will have to …" Amelia's fiancée smiled gently at Amelia, but at the same time, she felt a little sorry for her mother. "Ever since he returned from the north, the old marshal has used his authority to push for many things.
"Helberg is a hero." Emilia sighed. The Empire's countess leaned weakly on the soft sofa. "He just doesn't understand. He doesn't understand at all. We can do better than him, but he wants to be the bad guy, so we can only fulfill his wish. Frey, you have to give him a fair evaluation in the future."
"We can." Frey Derick smiled. The three people in the room stopped talking. After a short silence, an Armoured Nur came in. "My Countess, Baron, Northern Eagle, the palace has sent someone to invite you."
"What's the matter?" Frey Derick had just asked when the sound of horns came from outside the window.
More and more cities began to prepare for war. Bells rang from the bell towers of every temple, and alarms were sounded to wake the sick and tired from their beds. Lightning flashed across the roofs of the magic academies, preparing for their mysterious war machines. Every troop blew their horns, summoning the thousands of troops still stationed in the palaces to their rendezvous point. Engineering supports cracked and groaned as they hoisted the huge cannons into their designated positions, rolling them into place at the edge of the parapets.
Frey Derick did not hesitate. He immediately got up. "Mother, Noelle, let's go."
"Frey." Emilia stood up, and the attendant put on a full set of armor for her that she had not worn for a long time. The Empire's Countess quickly changed from a beautiful lady to a heroic female general. However, Emilia was unlikely to fight personally like Suria. At most, she would stand behind to encourage the soldiers.
Frey Derick also put on a full-body Vibranium enchanted master's plate armor made by Nur. His body was wrapped in steel plate armor from neck to knees. On the surface of the armor, the double-headed eagle sacred emblem branded by Geert was shining. The great alchemist was gathering the army of Saul and was already on the way. This was also a last resort. After all, Geert was still a sinner. He could only arrive at the last moment to make the Empire's palace grateful and not see him as a great enemy.
Frey Derick led the Iron Guards and the Blackstone Guards through the streets. Nurgle's poisonous vines and moss were burned to ashes under the power of the three Gray Knights veterans, Petain, Xiafei, and Foch.
Looking at the turbid sky, the long alarm bell, and the chaotic crowd, Frey Derick only felt his adrenaline soar.
Everything would be answered in Brunswick.
Everything.
I'm ready, Father.
What about you? Will you come in time to participate in this decisive battle?
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