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Opposite the Grey Mountains, in the Old World, the capital of the Empire, Brunswick, the Empire Palace.
Since Ludwig, all the monarchs of the Empire and the royal family of the Empire lived here. The towering palace and huge walls spoke of the glory and greatness of mankind. This was the symbol of the Empire's dominance over the continent even after countless years. It was the heart of the Empire.
The elected ruler, the healer of the darkness, the guardian and first citizen of the Human Empire, the wielder of the warhammer "Gail Maraz", the Elder Prince of Brunswick, the Elector of Brunswick, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, the bearer of the Silver Seal and the wielder of the sacred sword Rune Fang, the Emperor of Charlemagne from the sea to the Border Mountains … Including but not limited to the above 23 titles, the Emperor of the Empire, Karl-franz - Frey Aldrich, was sitting in the middle of his study, correcting various government decrees.
The Emperor was dressed in elegant purple and gold casual clothes. He sat behind his desk. The early spring sunlight shone through the colorful glass into the room. A servant brought him a cup of coffee. The Emperor took a sip and stretched. Even though he had already returned to the palace, his thoughts were thrown into the memories of the bitter battle two weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, the Emperor himself led more than 10,000 Empire troops deep into the Drakwald Forest to exterminate the Goblin and Orc tribes. Even though he was very careful, the Emperor's troops were still ambushed. A large number of Orc gangs appeared at the front and charged into the Empire's formation. At the back, the Goblin Araknarian Spiders and Goblin Wolf Riders attacked from the back. The Emperor's troops were in chaos. Even the Emperor himself had to join the battle.
In the end, the one who stood up and saved the day was the great alchemist from the Imperial Royal Sorcerer Academy, Bayershazer Gelt. Just as the morale of the Orcs was shaken, Gelt rode his pegasus, Swiftsilver, and charged down from the sky with golden flames. He waved his golden staff, and the Wind of Piety was unleashed. The hundreds of Orcs in the Orc Army were turned into a group of gold-plated statues. Then, they were crushed into pieces by Gelt's metal torrent. The pressure on the Imperial Army was greatly relieved. They retreated from the sneak attack of the Goblin Tribe and defeated the Orc Army from both sides.
This increased the Emperor's trust in Galt. The Empire's Chief Great Warlock and Dean of the Fire School, Cernus Gehrman, was a treasure left to him by his late father, Luitpold. However, Karl-franz had always respected the Chief Great Warlock of the Empire.
The current Chief Great Warlock of the Empire who specialized in Fire was too hot-tempered. When he was training, his hair would flicker like flames. Other distinguishing marks included glowing eyes, burning skin, extreme discomfort on rainy days, or a faint sulfuric smell. His temper was like a bomb. He would often be talking and laughing happily one second, and the next second, he would explode in anger. This characteristic of the Fire Wizards did not make the Emperor happy. In comparison, Galt's calm and meticulous thinking and his various spells that would not easily hurt his allies were more pleasing to the Emperor.
This was all thanks to Tegris. When the Empire was in danger, the High Elves brought magic and helped to build the Empire's Royal Warlock Academy. However, the magic research techniques left behind by the High Elves were not ideal. After Galt's in-depth explanation, Karl-franz understood the pros and cons.
The magic training method left behind by the high elves was the high elves' own learning method. Humans were not a race that was suitable for using magic, so Teglis made a slight change in his own training method. Every wizard apprentice would only specialize in one type of magic wind and be bound to it for life. This allowed ordinary wizard apprentices to progress very quickly in their studies, and soon they could become qualified wizards who could take charge of their own areas.
However, the disadvantages were also very obvious. The wizards of the Empire could only master one type of magic in their lifetime, and after being bound to it for life, their bodies and minds would be affected by the magic wind. For example, the Fire Warlocks had a bad temper, the Death Warlocks had a pale and skinny face, the Light Warlocks had a white skin and hair, and the Amber (Beast) Warlocks had a crazy growth of hair and loved to wear clothes made of animal skin, and so on.
In Galt's words, this kind of training method was known but not understood. It could allow one to quickly become a qualified wizard and not be easily corrupted by Chaos. However, it was difficult to cultivate to a higher level such as the power of a saint.
Only Galt was an exception. Ever since this guy followed him to the Nords Kingdom in the north to fight against the barbarian army and had a fortuitous encounter, his attainment in magic had improved by leaps and bounds. He had left a large number of famous wizards behind at an extremely fast speed. What the Emperor liked even more was that during battles, Galt liked to use his special metal accent to shout, "For the Emperor, for the Empire, for the Holy Terra!"
Under Galt's leadership and guidance, the alchemy wizards all followed suit and shouted. These alchemy wizards all had a small booklet written by Galt and studied seriously every day.
How loyal! Loyalty first leads to loyalty later!
Karl-franz was very satisfied with Galt's attitude, although he did not quite understand the meaning of the third sentence.
What is the Holy Terra?
Maybe it's some elven language or a magic spell! The world of wizards was really hard to understand. Karl-franz decided not to think about it anymore. The Emperor continued with the next important news.
"Thousands of Nurgle Demon Army appeared near Brittany's capital, Culona. The Witch of the Lake, Morgiana, and Duke Lauen-Leo Cornwall led the kingdom's knights to fight against them. Elector Boris also led his army to join the war. Under unfavorable circumstances, the Lady of the Lake's chosen champion, Laing -Macado, paid a heavy price to defeat the Great Demon Nurgle and won the victory for the army of knights."
"Sigh!" Seeing this news, Karl-franz's face was full of regret as he sighed again and again. He slammed his fist on the wooden table, causing the Imperial Guard Rick, who was standing guard outside, to come in and ask, "Your Majesty, what happened? Is there anything I can do for you? "
"Nothing, you can leave!"
"Yes!"
After the Imperial Guard Rick left, the Emperor showed his anger again. He really couldn't imagine why he missed such an important talent. A warrior who could win the battle with the barbarian chieftain, a warrior who could defeat the Khorne Champion in Marlin Castle, a champion warrior who could knock out White Wolf Yuric in one move, and a champion who could even defeat the Great Chaos Demon, was poached by the Knight King Kingdom on the other side of the mountain just like that?
Karl-franz thought to himself, let alone a baron, if Laing -Macado was willing to come, he would rather give him a viscount!
(Brittany didn't have a viscount. Above the baron was the count. The Empire didn't have a marquis. Above the count was the duke, and then the elector.)
Was the Nord country bumpkin's brain filled with paste and stones? They actually missed such a talent? What was the White Wolf Archbishop doing? Did those wolf cubs only care about drinking and fighting? Karl-franz's face was very gloomy. The Empire and Brittany were both human countries and had similar values. They were the only two reliable allies of the Empire (the other one was the dwarves) when the Empire was surrounded by enemies on all sides. Although the alliance was loose, the Empire could only count on the dwarves and their fellow knights at the critical moment.
Now that Laing had become the champion of the Chosen of the Goddess of the Lake, could he still make him the champion of Charlemagne's Chosen of the Gods?
"Right." Karl-franz suddenly thought of something. He called in a courtier from outside, "Your Majesty, you are looking for me?"
"Later, send this message to Ivan, the Griffin Duke. I want to meet him soon. Also … how is the formation of the new pistol cavalry team?" Karl-franz continued to ask.
At the same time, in Kurona, Brittany, the residence of the Empire's ambassador, Boris.
The Kurfürst was discussing with his trusted subordinates, the White Wolf Knights.
"Karl-franz is a cowardly puppy!"
Boris's dissatisfied voice rang out in the inner room of the mansion. "He was afraid. He was afraid that the White Wolf Knights would steal his glory. He was afraid that we would steal his credit. That's why he sent us to this place as ambassadors. He brought his army, his knights, and his cannons to win such a wonderful victory. However, the White Wolf Knights were not among them. This is simply a disgrace to the empire! This is one of the greatest disgraces since the founding of the Empire! "
The Kurfürst was holding the latest news in his hand. He knew that the Emperor himself had led the army to a glorious victory in the Drakwald Forest. However, instead of being grateful to the Emperor, the Kurfürst felt ashamed. For the believers of Yurick, missing the war was a great disrespect to Yurick.
"He is our Emperor, Your Excellency!" A cheetah knight said unhappily.
"Yes, he is our Emperor, but he is also a cowardly puppy!" Boris roared angrily. His red beard made him look very majestic. However, after venting his anger, the Kurfürst added helplessly, "Alright, I admit that he can still fight, but that's it. Yurick will bear witness to everything."
This was the system of the Empire. The great and glorious Empire was a country with great geographical differences, and its army clearly showed this difference. In the rich areas in the south, modern military equipment such as cannons, muskets, and even war machines were widely used. In the cold and barren north, the soldiers also relied on spears, bows, and their beliefs to fight in the name of the White Wolf God of War, Yurick.
The Kurfürst had all the military and political power in his own territory. Although in theory, all the Kurfürst territories were part of the Empire, in fact, they were almost all independent countries. Only when faced with an invasion would the Emperor convene the Empire Parliament to discuss war. The effect of the Emperor's orders usually depended on his personal prestige and talent. Otherwise, the weak Emperor would face the problem of the Kurfürst ignoring his orders, and when his orders did not come out of his own territory, Yurick Territory.
This was not nonsense. Karl-franz's father, the late Emperor Luitpold, had encountered this before. When he was seriously ill in his later years, almost no Kurfürst listened to the Emperor's orders. However, things were different after Karl-franz took over. After this new Emperor took over, he fought battles all over the country and won one victory after another. Therefore, the Kurfürst maintained a basic respect for the Emperor on the surface. On one hand, they were pleasantly surprised that there was a powerful and talented Emperor, and on the other hand, they were wary of the Emperor's interference in their government affairs.
"This diplomatic trip to Brittany is not a fruitless one. This war with the Nurgle Demon Army made the name of our White Wolf Knights and Cheetah Knights spread to this side of the mountain. The battle in the suburbs a few days ago made all the races in the world not dare to take Yurick's name seriously. I can feel that our Lord is satisfied with this battle," said a Priest of Yurick.
"Well, at least we did not lose face for our Lord. Long live Yurick! Praise Yurick! "Boris shouted in satisfaction.
"Praise Yurick!" A roar came from the room. The White Wolf Knights and Cheetah Knights raised their wine and shouted together. Although the south of the Empire was also rich in wine, compared to the wine of Brittany, the wine of the Empire was simply horse piss.
This was Kurfürst Boris's own words.
"The benefits of this trip are not limited to that. I've successfully reached a verbal agreement with King Richard and Duke Lauren of Connet. Brittania can provide us with high-quality food, wine, olive oil, and cloth. We can also export a lot of furs, ores, and those damned woods in the Drakwald Forest that can't be cut down no matter how hard we try!" Boris sat on the main seat. The Kurfürst wiped his holy sword. The light of the fire was reflected on the leg. "Speaking of which, it is strange. Recently, this sword has been very restless. I always feel like I am participating in the parliament of the Empire, and its brothers are talking to it. Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha! The holy sword must have drunk the blood of a great demon. That's why it is so excited! " Conille Ryzfeld, the commander of the seventh company of the White Wolf Knights, said. The young White Wolf Knight looked very regretful. He was injured in the duel and missed the battle on the Kurona Plain. The champion warrior of Yurick felt very ashamed but could not do anything about it. Yurick's doctrine emphasized bravery and recklessness, but it also required his believers to be as cunning as a wolf.
The topic was changed by Conille, and the White Wolf Knights immediately became lively again. They loudly talked about how many demons they had killed in the battle and how many Warriors of Chaos they had beheaded and offered their heads to Yurick.
The residence of the ambassador of the Empire was very lively. In the Kurona Plain, there was also a place that was very lively.
In the racetrack of the Lion Ring, the largest racetrack in the old world, tens of thousands of spectators were shouting in unison. The kingdom's military band was playing music, and the sound of drums was deafening.
The champion of this year's knight competition was born here.
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