At the peak of the mountain late at night, the mountain wind whistled, and the boundless galaxy shone in the sky. Laughan drank his wine in one gulp, belched elegantly, and then stroked his warhorse. "Handier, are you full?"
The elven warhorse nodded heavily and even licked the bottom of the bowl as if it had not had enough. Then, it snorted at Ryan.
"It's praising the soup you made. Hahaha." Laughan carefully helped his warhorse comb its mane and laughed. "Very few things can get Handier's praise. By the way, where's your warhorse?"
"I gave it to my companions so that they could escape." Laing looked at the large number of gaps and damage on his chain armor, thinking that it might be difficult to repair this armor. He needed a new one.
"A warhorse is half of a knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Laughan immediately realized how dangerous the situation was for the humans at that time.
"Isn't this the oath of a knight? Protect the country, protect the territory, and protect your loved ones. " Laing couldn't say that it was because he didn't notice the situation outside because of his lingering on the military records of the garrison, so he changed his tone.
"That's right … It's difficult for knights to have this kind of awareness now. In their opinion, the teachings of a lady are not as important as their lives and futures. The virtues of knights in the past have become shackles that bind them to amass wealth and climb up the ranks." Laughan's attention was diverted by Laing. He deliberated for a moment and took the initiative to speak. "Do you know the Battle of Marlin Castle that broke out a few months ago? The war between the Empire and Brittany? "
"I know a little. I heard that … in the end, you and the Empire had peace talks?" Laing thought for a moment, thinking that since Laughan took the initiative to talk about this, he just happened to ask about something.
"Peace talks? Tsk, it's a peace talk. It looks beautiful, but you know what? The truth is that Brittany lost. " Laughan shook his head, and a little disdain appeared on his face. "A war that failed from the beginning to the end. The beginning failed, the process failed, and the result was also a failure. If it wasn't for the Emperor of the Empire leaving us some face, I don't know if Richard could sit on the throne."
"Can you tell me more?" Laing was curious.
The man in front of him was a great noble of Brittany, and he was from one of the three most prominent families. The bloodline of these three families could be traced back to the founding Knight King Arthur. the Knight Arthur.
These three families were the "Leaping Lion", "Red Fire Dragon", and "Pure White Pegasus". Most of the Knight Kings came from these three families.
It was better to listen to what this great noble in front of him had to say.
"After receiving the invitation from Grand Duke Schultz of Marlin Castle, our Knight King, 'Tiger' Richard, lost his mind due to the temptation of five carriages of gold coins. He decided to lead the army out. Following him were a large number of wandering knights and ranger knights … as well as the infantry and archers formed by the tenant farmers." Laughan shook his head and looked into the distance. "Other than that, the dukes rarely responded or even refused to respond."
Then Ron said, "Hey, you know what? His Excellency Aintree actually only sent four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and an army of more than fifty farmers to respond to the call. He didn't even send a single knight. "
"Ha, that's for sure. His Excellency Duke Winford has frequent trade with the Empire and Marimburg. He definitely doesn't want to have a bad relationship with the Empire." Laing immediately understood the meaning of the Knight of Duty's words. "And he didn't send a single knight. The meaning is quite obvious."
"So, originally, this war didn't need to be fought. The real knights didn't come. What do those hot-blooded young men know? Do they really think that the Empire's army is the same as the serf uprisings they usually suppress? " Laughan didn't seem to hear the White Wolf Knight's words. He spread out his hands and said, "The result is as you know. The Empire and Brittany, who were originally just confronting each other, really started a war because a group of young men eager to make contributions rushed into the Empire's army."
Laing nodded in agreement. He knew that Laughan saw the core reason why the Knight King's Kingdom sent troops. This was supposed to be a military deterrent, but for various reasons, it inexplicably started a war. It could be said to be a result of harming others without benefiting oneself. This was called a failure at the beginning.
"The front and back troops were seriously disconnected. When the knights swarmed into the Empire's halberd corps, the longbow team behind them hadn't even entered the range. Without enough knights to command, what did the serf infantry know? It was a mess, a mess. " Laughan sighed. "Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, His Majesty Karl-franz had already keenly captured this rare opportunity. He personally led the Brunk Guards to charge into the chaotic Brittany army. After two rounds, the serfs were completely defeated."
Laing understood that this was called a process failure. Most of the knights rushed into the Empire's army. Facing the halberd corps, they certainly couldn't take advantage of it and were bound to fall into a quagmire. Once the cavalry fell into a protracted battle with the halberd corps, it would be difficult to continue. At this time, as the Knight King, Richard had at most a part of his personal knights and guards left. At this time, the situation on the battlefield was completely irreversible.
"As for the treaty after that …"
Just as the two knights with the same name were chatting happily, the two knights with the same name were chatting happily.
The capital of the Empire, Brunswick.
The magnificent palace was surrounded by towering statues. The statues of the founding emperor of the Empire, Charlemagne, and the twelve Carolingian knights stood around the palace. The statue of Charlemagne held a sword in one hand and a book in the other. He looked forward with a natural expression.
Every part of the palace gate that was fifty meters tall was engraved with ancient historical murals. From the beginning of Charlemagne's rebellion, to the "Battle of the Long Beard" that established the alliance between humans and dwarves, to the Battle of the Black Fire Pass where he destroyed the Green Skin army, to the Battle of the Lake River where he defeated the Lord of the Dead, Nagash, and finally the first wall of the Chaos invasion, where Charlemagne wielded his holy sword and fought with the "Unifier" Moka.
The Emperor of the Human Empire, Karl-franz - Frey Drich, was writing in his study.
"The Brittany failed in the battle of Marienburg, but that was because the main force was not sent out. In any case, we are all human compatriots. I don't want our knight friends to turn against us. I don't want that to happen." The Emperor of the Empire was writing on his desk with a quill and parchment. "The Empire is too big, and we have too few friends. We are surrounded by enemies. In this case, the Empire must unite the few allies as much as possible. The strength of the Knights of the Holy Grail is necessary."
"The Kurfürsten took advantage of my young age to ascend the throne and made things difficult for me many times in the parliament. They hoped that I could give up my power. However, after the great victory in the Bloody Pine Forest and the victory against the Knight King's Kingdom, I finally won their trust temporarily."
Karl-franz was still writing when an announcement came from outside. A valet walked in with small steps. "Your Majesty, General Heinrich is here."
"Let him in." The Emperor raised his head. He was not old and appeared to be in his thirties. His voice was deep and powerful, and he looked handsome and energetic. His eyes were as bright as the sun at eight o 'clock in the morning.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After a while, Heinrich Fruns, Count of the Empire, who was fully armed, came to the Emperor's study. He knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, the Kurfürsten have arrived at the parliament of the Empire."
Hearing the words "Kurfürsten", the Emperor's fingers slightly trembled.
"Okay. Got it. I'll be there right now." The Emperor rose and looked at the light that penetrated into the room through the colorful glass window. He sighed. "The war has never stopped. Not in the past, not in the present, and not in the future … Who knows what will happen in the future?"
"Right. Have you informed the Association of Magic?" Walking through the long corridor, the Emperor suddenly asked when his leather boots stepped on the soft carpet.
The Association of Magic was not a magic church. The Association of Magic was formed by the wizards of the Royal Wizard Academy of the Empire and was directly under the Emperor of the Empire. The leader of the Association of Magic was the chief wizard of the Empire. The current chief wizard was Thernus Gehrman, a fire wizard with unfathomable strength. Many people said that he had advanced into the holy realm, but no one dared to test the strength of this great wizard.
"Yes. Mr. Gehrman is already on his way to the palace," the valet replied.
"Call Gelt as well. I want to see him after the meeting," the Emperor added.
"Understood." A valet quickly walked away.
The parliament of the Empire decided the politics of the entire Empire, but in fact, it was not very big. This house inside the palace of the Empire was smaller than expected. It only had a large independent courtyard and a three-story mansion. Inside the courtyard, there were guards in golden armor and armed with hammers and swords, monitoring any possible movements.
Karl-franz signaled his guards to step back and gently pushed the door open. All the Kurfürsten of the Empire were already seated, including the Kurfürsten of Brescia, a boy in his teens who could not even be considered a man, who was looking around cautiously. There were not many people in the parliament hall. Behind each Kurfürsten stood a courtier. The hall was not narrow, and many Kurfürsten were even enjoying wine and snacks.
However, the atmosphere in the hall was suffocating.
The Empire of Human Beings had been passed down to this day. The bloodlines of four of the twelve Carolingian knights when Charlemagne founded the Empire had been passed down to this day. The rest of the Kurfürsten were all nobles who had made military contributions after Ludwig. Every Kurfürsten was an expert who had made great military contributions. The intimidating aura from them filled the hall. The servants and maids who came in to deliver snacks were often so scared that their faces turned pale. They almost wanted to drop the snacks and run away.
Other than them, Fukmar Beckman, the archbishop of the Church of Justice, was resting with his eyes closed. The archbishop of the Church of Life was discussing the further improvement of the food seeds with Kurfürsten Frey, and the archbishop of the Church of Magic was observing his gem ring. There was no telling what was on his mind.
Seeing that the Emperor opened the door and walked in, all the Kurfürsten stood up. Karl-franz asked them to sit down. "Gentlemen, the parliament is called today because there are two things that I need to discuss with you."
"Please speak frankly, Your Majesty." The speaker was Roland Otto Fehchenbach, the Kurfürst of the Empire. His daughter, Helena, was the Emperor's wife. This Kurfürst did not look old, but those who knew him knew that he was almost a hundred years old. As the direct descendant of the twelve Carolingian knights and the Emperor's father-in-law, he had a reason to ask.
"The first thing is very simple. This is a letter from Tyrion, the son of the Phoenix King of the High Elves." The Emperor walked to the main seat and sat down. He placed a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.
"What did the long-ear say in the letter?" The speaker was Umberto Corleone, the Kurfürst of Tuscany from the Empire. The brown-haired, bearded Kurfürst was more than two hundred and seventy years old. He was the only Kurfürst from before the great Holy War and was still a Kurfürst to this day. He was a legendary hero and an expert of the Divine Realm. When Ludwig raised his army, he was the first noble to respond. Not only did the Kurfürst hand over all his military power, he also went to the battlefield in person. In the Battle of Fasa, he killed two Demon Princes on his own.
"The messenger from Ossouin brings greetings from the Phoenix King. At the same time, he makes a small 'request'." The Emperor's face was full of mockery. He handed the letter to the attendant, and the attendant handed the letter to Umberto.
"Hehe!" After only a few glances, Umberto slapped the table hard. "This is too much! What do those pointy ears want?! They want the right to be Kurfürst! "
Hua! The entire Assembly Hall was like a hot pan of boiling oil, exploding with loud noises.
"Absolutely not! Human affairs should be settled among humans! "
"There has never been a precedent of outsiders interfering in the internal affairs of the Empire! I don't agree! "
"Impossible!"
"The Emperor of the Human Empire should be chosen by humans!"
The Kurfürst were all agitated. They all roared, expressing that there was no reason for the High Elves to be involved in the affairs of the Empire.
Karl-franz signaled for everyone to be quiet again. "Then, gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is passed or not."
Then, the Emperor sat in his seat and coldly watched the heated discussion among the Kurfürst. However, except for the Archbishop of the Church of Magic, who did not say a word, almost everyone said that they would never accept such an outrageous request.
Karl-franz thought that as long as the Kurfürst were sane, they would never agree to such a humiliating rule. Even if Tyrion promised at the end of the letter that the High Elves would be willing to share more secrets of magic and technology if the proposal was passed, they would still not agree.
But the Kurfürst of Brescia was still a child. What would he think? The Emperor noticed that the Kurfürst of Brescia was whispering to the courtiers behind him.
"What should I do?" The child's name was Gianni Bernardino. He carefully asked his courtier.
"You should vote against it, Your Excellency."
Ten minutes later, the Emperor signaled for the voting to begin.
Fourteen votes were against, and one abstained.
The abstention was from the Archbishop of the Church of Magic. The Emperor was not surprised by this. The Church of Magic hoped to learn more secrets of magic from the High Elves. Abstaining from voting was already a concession from the Church of Magic.
"Okay, then this matter has been rejected by the Empire's parliament." Karl-franz nodded. This result did not surprise him at all. "Then, the next matter."
The Emperor's face became serious. "The Storm Keep has been breached by the Northern Barbarians. None of the two thousand defenders survived! About four thousand Barbarian troops rushed into Nord's hinterland. Nord has asked us for help! "
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