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In this world, people lacked entertainment. Therefore, various banquets were constantly emerging. Knights could gather together in the name of banquets. For knights, meat was a very important way to absorb nutrition. Therefore, it was reasonable for knights to eat meat.
But for demon hunters, they didn't have many chances to eat meat, especially when it came to Bordero's delicacies. Abell prayed insincerely with the rest of the attendees, washed his hands with clean water under the guidance of the waiter, and began to feast immediately.
The demon hunters more or less followed etiquette, and their table manners were not too bad. Some of the nobles thought that the Lady's Chosen One had a poor relative with a head full of white hair, but they did not say anything when they saw Abell's etiquette.
That was the job of demon hunters. They did the most difficult work, led a wandering life, and did not earn much. They burned their own lives to fight against Chaos and all kinds of dark creatures, but their human compatriots rarely treated them fairly, especially the ignorant peasants. They saw demon hunters as scourges, and if it was not necessary, they would do everything possible to avoid contact with these "mutants".
More than 150 years ago, after Ludwig expelled Chaos, the whole continent was in ruins. Dark creatures even appeared openly hundreds of steps away from the cities. The world needed a large number of demon hunters to deal with all kinds of scattered dark creatures, and demon hunters became a popular profession and choice. Many noble families sent their children who did not have the right to inherit to the Demon Hunter Guild to be trained.
Times had changed. Many of the original Demon Hunter castles had been abandoned. There were only a few trainee Demon Hunters left in the castles. The huge castle of the guild headquarters had been in disrepair for a long time. Every year, more defensive facilities stopped operating and were abandoned.
So, Abell chose to leave.
Abell was born in Rick Hill in the Empire. He was the illegitimate child of a noble and a witch. Under normal circumstances, illegitimate children like him would have two fates. If the witch was a court advisor or a female courtier, then the illegitimate child would be recognized as a noble without the right to inherit, and would be raised as a noble child.
Unfortunately, Abell was the second. His mother did not want to raise him, so she sent him to an old demon hunter, Jacob. After Jacob passed away, Abell thought that there was nothing left in the Demon Hunter Guild for him to stay, so he came to Brittany.
A high elf in luxurious clothes walked past with a glass of wine in his hand. He said in a contemptuous tone, "What a group of barbarians. No matter how much expensive silk and tapestries they use to decorate themselves, no matter how much perfume they spray on themselves, they still can't hide the fact that they are a group of barbarians."
The other high elf looked more mature. He was wearing a blue and white cloak inlaid with gold, a large high-elven mage robe, and a golden feather crown on his head. From his appearance, he looked like he was in his twenties, but in fact, no one knew how old he was. Even the most common high elf had a lifespan of at least 800 years, and this high-elven wizard did not look like an ordinary person. "Shut your stinky mouth. Are you going to be like Kaldor and offend all the other races you see? Dasu? High elves bring trade and goods to our friends, and bring swords and destruction to our enemies. "
"Anatole, you're always like this. Sometimes, you're too nice to these barbarians. That's why they think they're civilized people." Another high elf shrugged and said, "Okay, I admit that this country's army is quite strong. Anyway, we'll only target those with the Holy Grail badge."
The high elves also had diplomatic relations with Brittany, but they did not interact frequently. To the high elves, if they could establish a good relationship with the Empire and get the resources they wanted from Marlinburg, they would not bother to interact with the Brittany.
The last interaction between the two sides was about 20 years ago. At that time, the Knight King Richard, who had just ascended to the throne, and Imrick, the high elf prince of the Kaldor Kingdom, fought side by side to destroy an Orc army that was besieging Kurona.
(The high elves did not care if the Brittany lived or died. They just did not want the Orc army to destroy the Elven ruins in Kurona.)
The Bretons were proud to be fighting alongside the Highlanders. Many of the knights boasted about how Richard had saved the life of the Dragon Prince, Imrick. At the time, the Dragon Prince had been knocked off his mount by a cyclops and was in dire straits. It was Richard who fearlessly rode his hippogryph and stabbed the cyclops in the eye, saving Imrick's life.
However, the high elves didn't think that way. After this battle, Dragon Prince Imrek viewed Richard as his enemy, because Richard had witnessed his disgraceful behavior and even killed his prey. Imrek swore that he would never forgive Richard, and that if he had the chance, he would defeat Richard once and for all to avenge his humiliation.
Anatole was a Magus of the Great Magus Council, the disciple of High Elf Grand Magus Tegris. In his long life, the Magus grew tired of the endless war with the Dark Elves, so he followed in his mentor's footsteps and decided to travel to the Old World.
At the same time, he carried a mysterious mission from his mentor. The high elf goddess of fate, Lilith, had recently visited Tegris in a dream. She said that a grey horse had appeared in Brittany in the Old World, and that he would change the fate of the world.
Tegris had always been a loyal follower of Lilith and a Chosen Wizard, but he had other things to do now. So Anatole volunteered to come to the Old World. Of course, the high elves were superior to humans everywhere. Duke Bordro was very happy to see Anatole and treated him with great hospitality.
The high elves were composed of twelve kingdoms, but the Phoenix King was usually chosen from the nobles of the two oldest and most glorious kingdoms, the Kingdom of Kaldor and the Kingdom of Savry. Unlike the Kingdom of Kaldor, which was good at war and full of arrogance and prejudice, the high elves of the Kingdom of Savry were all excellent politicians and diplomats. Anatole had only stayed in Bordro for a few days, but he had already become the most popular person in the court.
At this moment, a burst of cheers came from the courtyard. A court wizard used magic to create illusions of mermaids and dolphins. In the white halo, mermaids and dolphins with tridents in their hands shuttled back and forth between the ponds and pavilions in the courtyard. The male nobles gasped in surprise, and the female nobles screamed in excitement.
"Wonderful, the wonderful use of light magic." Laing clapped his hands gently and whispered to Suria, "Magic is not only used for fighting. It can help us in many ways. We can't treat magic as a scourge."
The female knight had an intoxicating blush on her face. She simply hugged Leon's arm tightly. Just now, they had tried all sorts of games at the banquet. The feeling of being sneaky without her father and brother by her side made the Duke's daughter indulge in it.
François acquiesced to the relationship between her and Laing. He even encouraged them in a roundabout way. This allowed the female knight to put down her burdens and enjoy the good time with Laing.
"That's just some cheap tricks. They're not up to standard." A voice cut into the conversation at an inappropriate time. "Magic has many uses, but using it as a trick to please the public is not one of them."
"Hello, nice to meet you, Sir Laing Macado. I am Anatol, Anatol Star Chaser, from the Great Magus Assembly of Savry." The high elf leaned on his staff and appeared beside Laing. "I heard your name from Taimag. I think we can talk."
"What does Azul want to talk to me about?" Laing turned around. He had already noticed this high elf.
After knowing that he was a high elf magus from the Kingdom of Savry, Laing felt a little relieved. The high elves were divided into many kingdoms, and the Kingdom of Savry was close to humans. The current Phoenix King Finnuba came from the Kingdom of Savry. Many of the high elves who came from this kingdom were excellent diplomats.
"Sir Laing, the speed of your rise is beyond Azul's imagination. Even among humans, there are very few who reach the high legendary level at the age of 25." His appearance was feminine, and it could only be seen from his Adam's apple that Anatol was indeed a man. This high elf combed his dazzling blond hair with his fingers, then continued, "I bring Azul's goodwill, Sir Laing. Our strength is obvious to all. The so-called Royal Wizard Academy of the Empire was established with the help of Sir Tegris. If you have any needs, Azul can provide you with magic help and answers."
"Someone will provide me with magic help and answers, respected Mr. Anatol." Laing tactfully rejected the suggestion of this high elf magus. "Although it's rude, Azul suddenly appeared like this and suddenly made such a suggestion. I can't make a decision now."
"Hahaha ~" Anatol nodded in understanding. The high elf leaned on his staff. "I know my appearance is a little abrupt, but it's okay, Sir Laing. Azul is a race full of virtue and patience. We have a long time, and we know that we can't win your trust immediately. It's okay, we're willing to wait."
"Azul's strength is far beyond your imagination. I have a small piece of news here that Sir Laing might be interested in." Anatol deliberately paused for a moment. Seeing that Laing's expression was very calm, he continued, "Duke Palawon, Kasvann, is in financial difficulties. He is already in debt with Grand Duke Marimburg. Therefore, he plans to continue to increase taxes in the pass he is guarding, and at the same time, he wants a large amount of defense fees from the court of the Empire as a reward for guarding the pass against the invasion of Green Skins and other dark creatures."
"This unreasonable request was naturally rejected by His Majesty Karl-franz - Frey Drich and the Kurfürsten. As far as I know, both sides will start their own operations."
Laing narrowed his eyes. This was not good news for him.
He also knew a little about Kasvann. Just as François said, this Duke Palawon's territory was small and barren, but the Duke himself had to maintain a full Pegasus Knights, which naturally brought him a heavy financial burden. Kasvann was also a great noble who liked to show off and live a luxurious life, so he had repeatedly increased taxes in his pass, which made the nobles of the Empire and Brittany quite unhappy with him.
Had the situation deteriorated to such an extent?
Just as he was about to say something, Bodrick, Duke of Bordero, suddenly appeared. The Duke himself was holding a crystal goblet. When he saw Laing and the others, he approached with a smile. "Oh, my friend Anatol, Sir Laing, Sir Suria, why are you whispering in the corner? We have a bigger surprise here. This is' Mannen's Enjoyment '. I specially took it out today to celebrate this year's harvest and hard work. "
Laing and Anatol immediately stopped talking. "Oh! My god, this is the legendary Mannen's Enjoyment? "
Mannen's Enjoyment was a legendary wine, brewed by the famous hermit Gotthold Koch in a well-tended field in the Gray Mountains. It was said that the grapes had never been exposed to the sun. They were planted in a field covered by a sliding door, and only the light of the moon shone on them. This wine enjoyed a ghostly fragrance, and it melted in the mouth. It was one of the top wines in the world.
"Come and have a taste, ladies and gentlemen."
"Oh, it's my pleasure."
The banquet continued in full swing.
… …
At this time, the main material universe, the Milky Way, the Holy Terra Satellite, the surface of the moon.
After several months of long expeditions, the 13th Legion's original body, Robert Kirman, had experienced countless hardships and dangers. He was even imprisoned by the treacherous demon Carlos and hunted down by the original body Magnus. It was only with the help of many allied forces and the Eldars' Harlequin troupe that the expeditionary army was able to escape the siege.
Relying on the Eldars' network, Kirman finally reached the moon. At this time, he was only one step away from Holy Terra.
The exit of the network was located in a deep ring-shaped valley on the moon's surface. The surrounding visibility was extremely low. The starlight overhead was already dim, and it was blocked by the ring-shaped mountain range. It could only provide limited illumination for the loyal party in the depths of the valley.
Robault Kiliman knew that there was little time left for his army to breathe. He immediately ordered his troops to climb up the crater as quickly as possible. Behind them, the Harlequin troupe of the Eldar were trying their best to close the gateway, which made them fall to the back of the group.
The original body of the 13th Legion raised its head, and as far as its eyes could see, there was an endless dark sky. Countless bright stars were right in front of it, and they were within reach. However, none of them could compare to the beauty of that beautiful planet.
The human's home planet, Holy Terra, was right in front of the expeditionary army. The light of the human's home planet was so dazzling. Kirman firmly believed that as long as Holy Terra was still standing, the human race would never perish.
"Father's throne!" Kirman muttered to himself. The end of the expedition was right in front of him. It was everything that Kirman had been searching for.
At this time, the Eldars who were trying to close the network door were suddenly enveloped by black flames. The turbulent black tide drowned the exquisite body of the Eldars. Many Eldars were burned to ashes by the terrifying green flames, while others were frozen and then shattered into pieces.
Kirman, who had climbed to the top of the ring-shaped mountain, looked back and found that the Eldars' network door had been destroyed. In the corrupted space of the network, the fallen army of Magnus the Red Son and the Children of Thousand Sores were pouring out of the network door.
Kirman knew that this great expedition was about to come to an end. The world of his father's throne was in the distance. As a loyal son, he could not fail here.
The tragic battle began. Under the siege of the loyal side, the fallen Children of Thousand Sores were unable to withstand a single blow. Under the command of Kirman and the close cooperation of the expeditionary army, they were quickly defeated and driven back to the vicinity of the network door.
It was not until a terrifying evil energy gushed out of the Gateway that all the soldiers of the expeditionary army felt an unparalleled fear. It was a giant beast that was more than five meters tall, with two horns on its head and huge wings on its back.
"Magnus …" Kirman recognized his former brother at a glance.
"Oh, Kirman, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years. You seem to have become shorter?" The Magic-Ascending Progenitor of Red, Magnus, revealed a savage smile. He raised his Bladed Staff. He laughed mockingly and said, "Let me see if you've improved after sleeping for ten thousand years."
Kirman did not answer, because the 13th Legion's original body had just received a message.
At this time, a voice that expected better came from the other side of the battlefield.
"Mago! Nuss! My son! "
"Between us! There's an old debt! We need to settle it! "
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