The wedding ceremony of the crown prince of the Empire blew away a trace of gloom for the gloomy old world, and also allowed the war-plagued old world to temporarily have a peaceful new year.
Laing always felt that his son was a little embarrassed when he thought of this. On the second day of the wedding ceremony, Frey Derick was the one who couldn't get out of bed. Lilith bent over laughing because of this, and Emilia was busy stewing a big turtle for her son, while the upgraded Emperor Karl-franz and the others kept smiling and teasing.
According to Frey Derick afterwards, Noelle, the first wife, appeared to be generous and reserved on the surface, but in fact, she was quite proactive. Her petite body was shockingly strong, and she could casually crush Frey Derick in all 18 positions.
Alissanda, the little Queen, was also a dignified lady on the surface, but in private, she was as passionate as fire. She also had the entire treasure trove of knowledge of the Eternal Queen, and was much more powerful than Laing's eldest son, who only had a little bit of knowledge.
When they got up the next day to greet their biological parents, Laing and Emilia, Noelle and Alissanda were both in high spirits, and their faces were full of color. Frey Derick's face was gloomy, and his two legs were shaking non-stop. He was carried up by Noelle, the incarnation of the Goddess of War, and the new Elven God of Wine, Song, and Dance, Alissanda. This matter had always been a joke in the Empire.
Why was his son so embarrassing? This was a question that Laing had been thinking about after the event.
A tiger father gave birth to a dog son. Look at me, I've never encountered this problem.
Did Frey Derick need a little "blessing of the sea"?
But that was not the main point. After the wedding ceremony, the humans and elves finally had a reason to unite to "fight for the world". The humans were represented by Frey Derick, and the elves were represented by the Eternal King Malecis. Both sides signed a military alliance.
The Empire was very satisfied with this alliance. This meant that the Empire had a new ally.
The Brittany side was very satisfied with this treaty. The chivalrous spirit of chivalry would be promoted and Brittany would be prevented from falling into the flames of war.
The elves were rather satisfied with the agreement. Even Prince Imrick, who hated humans the most, believed that 'at least the monkeys can stand in the way' and 'the noble Assur can avoid unnecessary sacrifices'.
At this point, the treaty between the Human Alliance and the Elven Empire was signed after nearly two months of discussion. At the same time, the follow-up troops from the Brittany mainland arrived. The Empire also tried its best to gather the young men from the remaining four provinces who were suitable to participate in the war and gathered them in Nur, Wissenburg, Aviheim, and other places for military training.
The Human Alliance gathered about 145,000 troops, 75,000 from the Empire and 70,000 from the Brittany.
On the elves' side, the Eternal King Malecis managed to gather the remaining 28000 troops of the elves. At the same time, he mobilized all the remaining elves and obtained about 20000 militia. Malecis was deeply dissatisfied with the strength of these militia, so he ordered them to defend their home and left 3,000 regular troops to defend King's Grove. The remaining 25000 troops were to gather in Nur through the roots of the Oak of Time.
After squeezing out the remaining troops like toothpaste, the Human Alliance found that their total number of troops was only 170,000. Including the 10,000 from the Norsk Dwarves, it was only 180,000.
The forces of Order were greatly weakened. Everyone was debating whether to take the initiative to attack, passively defend, or adjust their strategy.
The upgraded Emperor Karl-franz still proposed that they should go east and open up the path to the Roof of the World to support the dwarves and then form an alliance.
This proposal was strongly agreed by the Norsk Dwarves almost instantly. As a Norsk Dwarf, Baldur Crimson did not hate the elves as much as the other dwarves. However, after a period of interaction, the dwarves and elves still inevitably had conflicts on many things. The dwarves always felt that they were alone and needed more people to fight for the right to speak.
Similarly, there were those who agreed and those who disagreed. From the very beginning, Eternal King Malekith had the fiercest opposition to the idea of uniting with the dwarves. Malekith did not dare to say that he felt guilty because he could not face the descendants of Snow, so he instead emphasized the difficulties. Malekith believed that with the declining population of the dwarves, the predicament of being heavily besieged by the Skaven Ratmen, and the fact that they were good at defending cities but not good at attacking, the price of rescuing the dwarves might be far greater than the benefits of letting the dwarves contain the Skaven Ratmen army.
Like Malecis, Prince Imric did not want to fight with the dwarves. However, he shut up after being glared at by Lilith. Tegris agreed with the idea of allying with the dwarves.
Eternity Queen Alariel, on the other hand, proposed a new idea. She believed that the Oak of Time might be the key to salvation. She suggested that all those with avatars should inject their power into the Oak of Time. That way, the Oak of Time would be able to fight against Chaos.
"The problem is that we only have five avatars. The Emperor of Heavenly Wind, the Eternal Queen of Shadowwind, the Queen of Lifewind, the Wind of Light Tyrion and me, the avatar of Metal Wind." Grand Alchemist Galt, the governor of Sol, spoke up, "Your Highness Tegris, the five of us are not enough. What about the other avatars? Do you have any clues? "
"Other incarnations … I can sense that somewhere high up in the mountains, a certain successor of the dwarven god's power possesses the Wind of Flame. In the cursed land of Sylvania, the Wind of Death is emanating a cold presence from the body of an extremely prideful being," Tegris said. "But the Wind of Beasts … I can't sense where it is at all."
"Are seven avatars enough?" Galt asked Alariel. The Queen of Eternity immediately gave a helpless answer, "Not one of the eight winds can be missing."
"Then that's it." The grand alchemist's words brought everything back to square one, and a new round of quarrel began.
Laing was sitting in his seat. On his left was Suria, the queen of Knight King, and on his right was Lilith, the Goddess of Moon. Behind him was Olica, who was in a black-and-white maid outfit, pouring tea for Laing. Olica's face was full of love for her master. She rubbed her face against Laing's neck from time to time, looking as cute as a kitten.
It was impossible to tell how ruthless she was when she killed 28 Cain Assassins outside of Nur City a few days ago, easily defeated the Demonic Granny Heliben, imprisoned her, and seized the Hal -Gansi Army under her command. Similarly, Olica's Underworld Army was also the reserve army of the Allied Army of Order. They would be sent into the battlefield at a critical moment.
"You're right, Lilith." Ryan sat up straight, allowing his body to relax. "If the mortals had banded together early on, perhaps we would have had a chance to fight to the death with Echane. But we are forever wasting our strength in internal strife and mutual suspicion. Everyone is doing things with selfish motives. Only when we are forced into a desperate situation would everyone be willing to truly band together, but it is already too late."
"Laing, don't say that. It's not easy to unite at this moment." Suria's attention was not on the quarrel at all, because it had been going on for almost two months. Knight King was holding a list in his hand, which contained the promotion orders of 3,500 knights. Among them, 2,500 new knights were all serfs.
This was the benefit of war. Kurfürst Marius was right. After a large number of knights died in the Battle of Brunswick, there was a considerable number of vacancies. At this moment, the serfs and freedmen were given the window of promotion that they had dreamed of. This was an unprecedented opportunity. As long as they were willing to work hard, they could become knights. They were not afraid of not having a position, but they were afraid of not having military achievements.
Suria was reviewing, and the new Goddess of Spring Water, Morgiana, was in charge of the promotion ceremony.
By the way, on the third day after Morgiana's ascension, it was Morgiana's turn to accompany Laing. Laing finally understood why Lilith would confer Morgiana the title of Goddess of Spring Water. The Moon Goddess' conferment was not inaccurate, and Morgiana discovered her change too late. She did not care about anything else, and was only responsible for curling up in Laing's arms and acting coquettishly.
After that, the maid team took a long time to clean up the room.
The quarrel in the meeting continued until the news from Nord Hill came. The messenger of Nord sent the information to the Emperor. In the Claw Sea, about twenty giant dragon ships were found. The number was more than ever. Every sail had the symbol of the Three-Eyed King.
The upgraded Carl's fist clenched the parchment scroll so tightly that it creaked.
The meeting hall was silent. Everyone who was talking passionately before all shut their mouths.
Eichaen and his million-strong army of Chaos were approaching.
At this moment, everyone realized that Laing, who had been silent all this time, finally stood up. The Sun King said to everyone, "Everyone, maybe you can continue to quarrel. When Eichaen comes to the door, you can stop and listen to my opinion."
"We have always been prepared to listen to your opinion, Laing." The upgraded Carl stared at Laing. His eyes were filled with expectation and vigilance.
"With just us, it is impossible to defeat Eichaen's army of Chaos." Laing said in a low voice, "And if we want to follow Lilith's prophecy and close the chaos portal and rebuild the ancient saint's seal, we must gather the eight wind avatars."
"Then isn't it back to the original topic?" Malecis said a little impatiently, "Of course we know that we must gather the eight wind avatars to have a chance of rebuilding the seal. Fine, although Tyrion ran away, but count him in. What about the rest? Even Tegris doesn't know where the Wind of the Beast avatar is, right? "
"Don't worry about the Wind of the Beast for now. Don't worry too much about the dwarves. I already have plans." Laing's voice was very soft. He turned to the upgraded Carl and said, "Carl, do you plan to fulfill the treaty that Helberg signed?"
"Treaty? You mean … "As expected, when this was mentioned, the upgraded Carl's face showed a conflicted expression. This was something that he had been trying to avoid for the past two months.
"In order to defeat the army of Chaos, we need enough cannon fodder. Even if they are no match for the army of Chaos, they can at least delay a part of the enemy and give us a chance to kill Eichaen." Laing said to the Emperor, "Don't hesitate anymore, my Emperor. Make your decision."
The upgraded Carl hesitated.
His Empire had no more soldiers to mobilize. Other than the army that was still trapped in Mildenheim, the Emperor had already tried his best to mobilize every able-bodied man. All the field armies were ready. The rest of the militia was not trained enough to fight against Chaos. Meanwhile, Laing's words reminded him that there was still a powerful army in the Empire.
The upgraded Carl had always been unwilling to mention this matter. Some enemies were as terrifying as Chaos, and they were even better at hiding. Even if they had taken the initiative to extend an olive branch in the previous series of wars, the Empire still could not ignore their threat. However, the Emperor was forced to admit that what Laing said made sense. He was very clear about the threat of cooperating with them. However, the Empire had to endure Eichaen and his main army of a million first.
Just like that, the document of the Empire that was stamped with the Emperor's jade seal was sent out from Nur. It was led by a few Royal Pegasus Knights and the Knight of the Holy Grail, Lingard, to the cursed land of eternal night in the east, Sylvania.
In March, 2526 of the Imperium's calendar, in Dunkenhoff Castle in the province of Sylvania of the Imperium, the Lord of Death, the Kurfürst of the Imperium, and the leader of the von Karstein family, Vlad von Karstein, sat before the throne.
When the Brittany's Royal Pegasus Knights arrived in Sylvania, they immediately received a warm response from Vlad. The courteous Lich King Arkham was sent to receive them. Escorted by an entire legion of graveyard guards called the Nagashza Guards, the Royal Pegasus Knights were brought to the glorious and magnificent castle hall. They were allowed to have an audience with Vlad and handed over the document of the Empire.
Vlad, who had been resurrected by the power of the Wind of Death and cured of the Nurgle poison, received the document of the Empire with great satisfaction. He flipped it open proudly and asked the Brittany in perfect diplomatic language if they wanted to stay for dinner or return to report.
Of course, Lingard, the Knight of the Holy Grail from Bastogne, did not want to stay for even a second longer. Vlad also kindly asked him to go and rest first. Looking at the Emperor's jade seal and the Grand Prince Rick's ring on the document of the Empire, the Lord of Death thought to himself, Karl, you finally remember your loyal "servant"!
Taking a long breath, Vlad opened the document of the Empire in a pleasant manner. There was only a short line of words on it.
"Let's work together!"
"Very good." Vlad was full of joy. He had been waiting for the Emperor to beg him. "Tell Lingard that I agree. The Army of Sylvania will depart in a few days and await the Emperor's command!"
"You finally got what you wanted, Vlad. Even if you have to be someone else's dog." Blood Ancestor Lemia, Nefrata, appeared behind Vlad, her face full of disdain. "You once said to me, 'I want to go to the north and let those barbarians worship me like a god!' Is this what you mean by worship? "
"Don't worry, Nefrata. We have plenty of time. For the long term, I don't mind being the dog of Karl-franz and his successor, Frey Derick. I can wait a hundred years, two hundred years, five hundred years, even a thousand years." Vlad put down the document of the Empire.
"Heh, as long as you like it. But I have bad news for you. Emperor Setra has successfully entered the Black Pyramid in the center of the Nikohara Desert. He has also taken a part of Nagash's power." Nefrata was not interested in joking with Vlad. Blood Ancestor Lemia told Vlad a terrifying piece of news. "The army of the tomb kings has been completely awakened."
"All the more reason for me to ally with the Army of Order." Vlad's expression did not change, but his constant stroking of the Ring of Von Kastein revealed his anxiety. He now had a part of the Nagash's power, and so did Sytra. Both sides were destined to be enemies because there could only be one successor to the Nagash. "Nefrata, tell me, will you stand on my side?" Vlad asked Sytra.
"Of course. We all know Emperor Setra's personality." Nefrata nodded. Blood Ancestor Lemia had no choice but to join the battle.
"Very well."
… I'm Naboo's tragic dividing line again …
At the same time, in front of the Black Pyramid in the Nikohara Desert.
More than two hundred tomb kings, their armies, and war machines were all awakened. A War Chariot of the Gods drove out of the Black Pyramid.
Emperor Setra, who had taken a part of Nagash's power and become a demigod, was inspecting his army and announcing his decision.
It was time.
"The era of the living has passed. The future is destined to be the era of the Nicohalla Empire. From today onwards, I declare that the Nicohalla Empire will be great again!" Setra announced proudly. "Nikaf! Announce my decree! "
"Yes!" Zetla's most trusted Herald, Nikaf, strode out. Nikaf was Zetla's handpicked Herald, his personal warrior, and his most trusted servant. He swore loyalty to Zetla until the end of time.
"In the name of the Sun God Petra, Emperor, Immortal Emperor, Kamulikala …" With such a formal decree, Nikaf began to recite all of Setra's titles.
(Two hours later)
"… The decree says, I hereby solemnly declare:
"Declare war on the Charlemagne Empire!"
"Declare war on the Brittany Knight King Kingdom!"
"Declare war on the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom!"
"Declare war on the Five Vampire Families!"
"Declare war on the High Elf Kingdoms!"
"Declare war on the Dark Elf Cities!"
"Declare war on the Wood Elf Territories!"
"Declare war on the believers of Nagash!"
"Declare war on the Lizardmen Cities!"
"Declare war on the Green Skin Tribes!"
"Declare war on the Ogre Kingdom!"
"Declare war on the Skaven Underground Empire!"
"Declare war on the Orc Battle Beasts!"
"Declare war on the Nozka Tribes, the Mongol Tribes, the Hun Tribes, and the Kurgan Tribes!"
"Declare war on the Eternal Chosen One, Echann, the Four Gods of Chaos, and all the Demons and mortal lackeys under their command!"
"This … this …"
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