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On a spring day in April, Count Glamorgan's territory was hit by a very strong "late spring cold". After a few heavy rains, the entire territory became very wet and cold.
The construction of the count's castle was temporarily halted. The dwarves complained about the bad weather outside and hid in their houses to warm themselves. Even the knights gave up on their training because their armor would rust easily in such weather.
The spring plowing was already over. Every serf hid in the newly built houses and enjoyed the fire and hot soup. Usually, the late spring cold would cause a large number of crops to rot and die, but Laing's territory was blessed by the Lady of the Lake. Under the protection of the Lady of the Lake, the crops were not affected too much.
This caused the serfs to become even more pious. Everyone was chanting the holy name of the Lady of the Lake and praying for her protection. At least for now, the Lady of the Lake still took pity on the serfs here.
In the winery, the wine workers carefully maintained the newly planted grapes under the orders of Master Winemaker Jean de Pinot. The master winemaker was under a lot of pressure. He had only just arrived at Laing's territory and had already encountered such a situation. He could only try his best to salvage the situation and see how much damage he could recover.
The Lady of the Lake's protection was limited to crops, not cash crops. It seemed to be some kind of warning from the Lady of the Lake.
In a guest room on the third floor of the winery, a fireplace was lit. The rain outside was very heavy, washing the glass windows and walls. In the room, a woman was sleeping soundly. She had waist-length black hair and a thick blush on her jade-like skin. There was a faint smile on her cold and beautiful face.
The door opened and an apprentice wearing an icy blue robe walked in. "Senator, it's time to get up."
"Senator?" After calling her a few times, the woman did not respond. The apprentice had no choice but to shake her. "Senator, it's really time to get up. The chef is already making breakfast. If you're late, Sir Laing will be waiting for you."
"Emma?" The woman finally woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze. After about five minutes, Councilwoman Teresa Trovic of the Garland Council finally woke up. She felt the softness of the down mattress and decided to get up.
Apprentice Emma helped Theresa wash up. The councilwoman brought her toiletries and massaged her waist. She silently cursed a certain someone for not knowing how to be gentle and torment her to no end. At the same time, she couldn't help but reminisce about that feeling. She couldn't stop herself.
Teresa Trovic had been busy with the construction of her wizard tower. She had mobilized many people to build her wizard tower near the cabin in Chalon Forest. and the Garland Council was preparing to send a group of apprentice ice apprentices to be sent to her to be put in charge.. Teresa..
This sorceress was really ruthless when it came to doing things. She insisted on supervising the construction of her wizard tower even though she was injured. When the rainy season came, the construction of the wizard tower had to be put on hold. Only then did she reluctantly accept Leon's invitation to live in the winery. When the rainy season was over, she would return to supervise the progress of the wizard tower.
The sorceress washed up a little and hesitated between wearing trousers and a skirt. In the end, she chose the latter. With the help of her apprentice, she changed into a classic, elegant, slim-fit dress and put on a pair of fish-shaped heels. She then went to the dining hall.
Breakfast was bread, bacon, milk and fried eggs. Teresa was happy to see that Suria wasn't there. She sat down across from Laing. "Good morning, Laing."
"Good morning, my dear Teresa." Laing nodded and spread his hands. "I'm sorry. I went out early. There were some things I needed to deal with in the territory."
"You've been mobilizing resources and replenishing your armaments recently. I also saw your knights and infantrymen practicing cooperation with the dwarves. Are you going to fight again?" Theresa put on her black glasses with butterfly patterns. "Madam Sulia doesn't seem to be around?"
"Something happened in the territory. The large influx of people has made the security of the territory a little unstable. The dwarves and the locals got into a dispute. Suria is downstairs receiving them. Why? Are you afraid of Suria?" Laing looked at the sorceress with a smile. Teresa was still rubbing her waist.
"Why would I be afraid of her?!" Theresa subconsciously retorted. The sluggishness and lust on the sorceress's face could not be concealed at all. She tried to explain, "I just … discussed it with Madam Sulia."
Laing nodded and didn't say anything more. After breakfast, the count began to deal with a lot of official business. It often took him three to four hours.
Theresa saw that she didn't have anything else to do, so she decided to sit beside him and chat with him. "You're preparing for war again? Heavens, the first thirty years I spent in the Garland Council wasn't as long as the number of wars I've fought since I met you."
"You should ask the Ugor. They live in the north of the Linsk River. They have to fight with the barbarian tribes in the north almost every month." Laing was reading the documents. He could talk to the sorceress at the same time. "Is the Garland Council so rarely involved in war? War is the best place for wizards to grow. "
"But the casualty rate is also very high. There are many good apprentices in the council. They don't want them to die on the battlefield without achieving anything. That includes me. In fact, before I met you, I didn't participate in many battles. Now that I think about it, I was really ridiculous. Who would release a blizzard right after a battle started? That would've drained my mana very quickly." Teresa sat on the side of Laing's desk. She complained that she was too naive and didn't know how to conserve her mana. "Mother just wrote me a letter. She asked me why I'm not pregnant yet. I'm too embarrassed to tell her that I just had sex with you at the beginning of this year, and then I got injured. "
"I promised, and I'll do it. Just don't hide from me." Laing looked up from his books. His half-smile made the sorceress angry. "Who's hiding from you?! Damn you, Laing, you bastard! Do you think you can satisfy me by giving me the title of a court official? If you're still a royal knight, you'll have to depend on my mother's permission to marry me! "
"Hahaha! Then I'll have to thank you for your favor, my dear Teresa Trovic." Leon let out a strange laugh, but the count's laugh did not last long. He quickly buried his head in the documents. "When you spread your wings, that's when you have the ability to conceive."
"Wings?" The sorceress was a little confused at first. After thinking for a minute, she suddenly blushed. She subconsciously pressed her lower abdomen and looked away. "I usually come to you once a week. When will my wings spread?"
"That's because you're shy. Come to me a few more times, or spend the night here. Veronica has always come to me when she wants something." Laing read the documents and stamped the envelope with his ring. He then said to Emma, who was standing beside him, "Send this letter downstairs to Kasenberg and have him send it to Winford's palace."
"Yes." The witch apprentice took the envelope with both hands and left the room. When the sorceress saw her apprentice being so obedient, she angrily put her elbow on the desk and held her cold face. "Really, is Emma your apprentice or my apprentice? I think she listens to you more. How about I let her be your maid? "
"Don't. I'm a warrior and a martial artist at heart, not a spellcaster. Firstly, I can't teach magic. Secondly, Sulia and I have already agreed that these are all the people around me. I already have a wife, two female court officials, and a Dark Elf maid. What more can I ask for?" Laing immediately waved his hand. He was biting off more than he could chew. He had enough women around him. It was not like he couldn't control himself.
The women around him seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Suria usually took three to four days a week, Morgiana took one day, and they were free to distribute the rest. Olica, as his maid, often stole the food.
Laing always felt that this way of distribution was based on production factors.
Teresa crossed her long legs. This was a very satisfactory answer for her, but the sorceress still complained out of habit, "You may not know how popular you are among the apprentices. Those little bitches in Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower always treat you as their ideal type. God knows how they'll get married in the future."
"What does that have to do with me? Oh, by the way, how's the construction of your wizard tower coming along?" Laing did not want to continue this topic. He asked Teresa about the wizard tower instead.
"Wizard tower? That's it. I've built the foundation and built three floors. The rest is temporarily suspended due to the rainy season. I don't know when it'll be finished. " Speaking of the wizard tower, Teresa's mood gradually changed from complaining to being full of interest. She described her plan in detail. The sorceress wanted to build an ice wizard tower that would not lose to Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower. She had only built the fourth floor, and she had already spent half of her budget.
"That brother of yours is so free every day. The little house he built in the forest is very close to my Wizard Tower. He often rides his Hippogryph around my Wizard Tower. Also, those few golden corn cobs like to wander around. Picnics and hunting. What are they doing here?" Teresa continued to ask. The sorceress's expression was very complicated. "You look completely different from your brother. He looks like a giant, but also like an ogre. Did he come from Northka?"
"Haha, my brother is my brother. You just need to know that he's my brother." Laing thought that Teresa's guess was not completely unreasonable. The northern barbarians had migrated a few times. Those who did not want to believe in Chaos or were tired of living in the northern wastelands had settled in Nord. They were especially strong and tall.
So when Laing explained Angelo's origin, he vaguely said that he was a northerner. The people in his territory did not find it too strange.
When it was almost noon, Suria came back. The countess pushed the door open and entered with her maid, Sylvia. The female knight today was wearing a hawthorn wine red lace collar shirt and a long dress. When she came in, she glanced at the sorceress and said to Laing, "I've solved the problem."
"Well, the dwarf didn't fight with the wood elves, right?" Laing was still reading the documents.
In order to attack the Blackstone Stronghold, he and his territory had to be fully prepared.
"Sigh, the dwarves are too proud, and the wood elves don't listen to any explanation. The two sides quarreled over whether a barrel of ale was half full or half empty. Then they started fighting. I thought something big had happened." Suria sat on the sofa. She buried her head in her hands and looked at her husband. "But it turned out to be such a small matter. I think the dwarves are more responsible."
"It's normal for dwarves to fight after drinking. Don't worry too much. It's said that if a human can beat a dwarf in a drunken brawl, he can win the dwarf's friendship." Laing finally finished reading the last document. The count leaned back on the sofa. "Teresa, when your wizard tower is completed, how about I and Suria visit your place?"
"Of course, you're welcome. I just don't know when it will be completed." Teresa carefully glanced at Suria. Seeing that she didn't have any objections, she agreed. The sorceress always lacked confidence when facing the duke's daughter. Suria was too powerful. Even Laing's harem was obedient to her.
"Father has also started preparing for war. The Winford Duchy will send five thousand soldiers in this war, including two thousand knights and two teams of pegasus knights." Suria picked up her teacup and said to Laing, "However, the scouts found some strange signs. There's no movement in the Blackstone Stronghold at all. It seems that Kemmler himself isn't in the stronghold. However, there's still a large number of undead troops guarding the stronghold. Father wants us to be fully prepared before we consider attacking."
Not in the Blackstone Stronghold? Laing frowned. He thought about the reason. This might explain why Kemmler didn't cause trouble when the Brittany was fighting.
Then … where did Kemmler go?
… …
Old World, the southern end of the Gray Mountain Range.
This was the famous peak of the Gray Mountain Range, the "Heart of Doomsday." This peak was thousands of meters high. The snow on the peak never melted.
At the highest point of the peak was a frozen lake.
Sanctuary-level undead grandmaster Heinrich Kemmler was wearing a Shadow Mist Cloak with many skeletons hanging on it. He held the Noisy Skull Staff in one hand and a sharp bone sword in the other. He was advancing on the peak of the mountain.
"It's close by." Heinrich Kaimler looked like an elegant and easy-going old wizard. He was hundreds of years old with his white hair. Ever since he was severely injured by Francois, this great necromancer of the sanctum was not as powerful as before. Because of this, he was sometimes crazy and sometimes clear-headed. He endured the pain in his head and knew that he had to make the best use of his time.
He had to find the tomb of the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos!
After stepping on the frozen lake, the undead wizard signaled for his army to clear a path. Kemmler could feel the dense power of Chaos in the wind. The thing he wanted was right in front of him.
What made Kemmler angry was that someone else had beaten him to it.
A champion of Chaos was leading his army to excavate the surface of the ice. Under the frozen lake, a huge tomb was being excavated.
"Oh, yes, yes, I can feel it. That's right, Gul's tomb is right in front." Feeling the power of the Wind of Chaos, the necromancer muttered to himself in a somewhat deranged manner.
Seeing Kemmler appear, the champion of Chaos shouted and signaled for his army to stop excavating. The army raised their weapons and charged towards Kemmler.
However, Kemmler was not alone. The undead wizard raised his staff and thousands of undead gathered around him. "Ancient Tomb Army! My servants, kill all these Chaos scum! "
Behind Kemmler were numerous skeleton and zombie legions, two established graveyard guard legions, Cheng Quan's dire wolves and ferocious bats, as well as his elite graveyard ghoul legion and a squad of graveyard wraiths.
There was also a team of stone tomb bound spirits and bound knights.
"Gul's remains belong to me!"
The battle on the frozen lake had begun.
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