PS: Happy birthday to him.
Blackhearted Repp's Eagle Mercenary Group was probably the best equipped and most trained mercenary group in the border prince's territory. Although these mercenaries were still inferior to the Empire's regular army, Blackhearted Repp had always been willing to invest. He spent a lot of money to equip these mercenaries with crossbows produced by the Empire and some obsolete firearms. Therefore, when the army of Chaos arrived, these mercenaries made up of the worst scum and the worst perverts made Blackhearted Repp's bad reputation, as well as their own bad reputation.
However, all of this collapsed under the attack of the army of Chaos. When Blackhearted Repp killed his way out of the encirclement, the mercenary group that used to have hundreds of people was now left with just over a hundred people. They were desperately using crossbows and firearms to try to stop the army of Chaos from approaching. In fact, they did succeed in repelling a few small Chaos gangs, but it was impossible for them to survive the war. Absolutely impossible.
This was Blackhearted Repp's judgment.
At this time, a Chaos Champion had already killed his way into the Eagle Mercenary Group's formation. He was wearing a rusty full-body Chaos plate armor and holding a huge axe in his hand. He was wantonly slashing the halberd and spear soldiers who were trying to stop him. The valiant mercenaries swarmed up and used the halberd and spear formations to deal with him. The volleys of firearms and spears made this Chaos Champion unrecognizable, but the price they paid was that several people were cut into pieces on the spot.
"Oh! Kill! Slash! For the loving father! " The mask of the Nurgle Champion was pierced by a spear, revealing his face full of pustules. When they saw his face, the mercenaries were so scared that they almost peed in their pants.
It was a face that was no longer humanoid in a mass of flesh, lumps, and smelly sores. Large amounts of rotten green foam kept dripping from it, and on his face, there was a bunch of eyes.
That's right, in the middle of every flesh, lump, and abscess, there was an eye! The Nurgle Champion opened his mouth and spat out a mass of pus. "Eat, kill!"
"Don't panic! Brothers! Your Prince is back! " Blackhearted Reaper roared and attracted the attention of the Nurgle champion. The other party slowly turned around and rushed toward Blackhearted Reaper. The giant axe in his hand was prepared to give this lowly southerner who was full of vulgarities a ruthless blow.
Reppu didn't dare to be careless. He knew that none of these Chaos Champions were easy to deal with. The mercenary baron immediately grasped the two-handed sword on his back. This two-handed sword was completely black. When it was pulled out of its scabbard, black lightning crackled around the blade.
Its name was "Valiant Blood", and it was an enchanted rune sword.
The origin of this two-handed sword was mysterious. It was obtained by Blackheart Reppu during one of his adventures in the borderlands. He spent many years to understand the history of this sword and learned that this sword was probably a relic of the former Tomb King. It was said that thousands of years ago, the Tomb King "Eternal Emperor" Sytra had once reached and conquered the borderlands of the borderlands. However, just like the Empire, he failed to defend it. This sword was probably the sword of some Tomb King or Tomb Priest. It was luckily obtained by Blackheart Reppu and became his.
"Try this! Smelly pustules! Your Grandpa Littlebird is going to beat you up today, you son of a bitch! " Blackhearted Reppu rode his warhorse and engaged in a face-to-face confrontation with the Nurgle champion amidst his wild howls!
After several rounds of back and forth, Blackhearted Reppu let out a hoarse roar. He had decided to give it his all.
Black lightning and flames suddenly erupted from the Blood of Valiance, and black energy gushed out from the blade. The Nurgol champion watched in horror as his axe was cut off by the enchanted rune sword on the spot. All his eyes were filled with fear, and he subconsciously took a step back.
How could Blackhearted Reppu let go of this great opportunity? The mercenary baron charged forward without any regard for his life. He used the method of exchanging life for life to forcefully twist his body to dodge the iron fist of the Nurgle champion. The enchanted blade slid across the Plague Knight's body as if dancing. Wherever the blade went, be it the head or the arm, they all fell to the ground. In the end, only the body that had been cut into a human stick fell to the ground.
"Elite? I'm fighting the elite! Champion? I'm killing the champion! " Blackhearted Reppu roared to announce his victory. The death of the Nurgle champion caused the morale of the entire Chaos War Gang to collapse. The nearby Chaos Warriors were once defeated, and the pressure on the mercenary corps was greatly reduced.
"Victory!" When the mercenaries saw that Blackhearted Reppu had actually killed the Chaos champion, they almost collectively burst into hysterical cheers. Those were the shouts and cheers that surpassed courage in a desperate situation. They welcomed the mercenary baron who had returned like a hero.
At this moment, Blackheart Reppu's originally magnificent armor was now full of holes and scratches. It was a tattered mess. He rushed into the midst of the mercenaries and jumped off his horse. He threw the armor and the things he didn't need on the ground, then changed to a new warhorse and grabbed a bag of dry rations and water.
"Brothers! Hold on for me! " Blackhearted Reppu shouted before the mercenaries could ask questions, "There will be reinforcements coming to support us soon! I'll go out and get reinforcements now. When the reinforcements come, let's beat these bastards back to their mother's womb together! "
The mercenaries responded with cheers and howls full of fighting spirit. They did not even notice that a large group of Army of Chaos had gathered in the distance. Obviously, the death of a Chaos champion had attracted the attention of the entire battlefield. The sound of footsteps, the sound of armor rubbing, and the clanging of weapons mixed together. More enemies were coming!
In fact, Blackhearted Reppu even saw a giant monster made of twisted flesh and various tentacles.
"So what if you're big? Just you wait, I'll let the Empire drive a steam tank and blow your maggot head off! " Blackhearted Reppu cursed in a low voice. His hands were trembling because of exhaustion and fear. He could only take a deep breath and pretend to be calm. He then pulled the reins and said, "I'll leave these bastards to you, brothers! I'll go get reinforcements. Victory belongs to the Eagle Mercenary Corps. Charlemagne above, Lady Shalia above! Let us fight for glory and gold! "
The mercenary baron's passionate and uplifting slogan moved the mercenaries. They responded with waves of cheers, each louder than the last. Of course, they also attracted more attention from the Warriors of Chaos and the Army of Chaos.
Hmph ~ A bunch of idiots, all of them are going to die. Blackhearted Reppu sneered in his heart. He did not dare to stay any longer. He pulled the reins and kicked the spurs. The warhorse he was sitting on seemed to be frightened by the tide of Chaos and wanted to escape immediately.
Blackhearted Reppu did not even dare to look back. At first, he could still hear sparse gunshots. But soon, the gunshots disappeared and turned into mournful cries and the sound of weapons clashing at close range. He desperately urged the warhorse to gallop until he could no longer hear anything.
Just like that, in this summer, the prince's territory at the border was met with a calamity. Blackhearted Reppu, the mercenary baron who barely escaped with his life, ran away like a madman. He had to let the Empire know that a terrifying army of Chaos had appeared in the prince's territory at the border. Furthermore, the enemy's next target was most likely the Empire.
Blackhearted Reppu spent an entire week to cross the Black Mountain Range and arrived at the base of the Black Mountain Range — Manderhoff Castle.
The person who was stationed here was a general of the Empire appointed by the Wysen Territory. He was also the owner of the Manderhoff Castle. When he saw the infamous Blackhearted Reppu standing in front of the castle gate, covered in mud and smelling like he had not bathed for a long time, the owner of the Manderhoff Castle was still laughing loudly at Blackhearted Reppu's pathetic state.
However, Blackhearted Reppu was still an 'official' after all. His identity as a baron at the border was officially conferred by the Empire's court (even though he did not have the land and the army). Therefore, even though the general of the Empire looked down on this shameless man, he still opened the gate of the castle and let him in to rest.
Blackhearted Reppu did not delay at all. His warhorse had already died from all the running, and he himself had relied on his Legendary-pinnacle physique to survive until now. As he wolfed down his food and told his story intermittently, the lord of the Manderhoff Castle who was laughing at him suddenly became serious.
In the eyes of the nobles of the Empire, Blackhearted Reppu was a shameless man, a despicable man, a shameless executioner, a liar without any sense of honor, and a bastard who only cared about money. However, Blackhearted Reppu was still a legendary champion and an outstanding mercenary leader. Otherwise, the Empire would not have conferred him the title of a baron at the border. When Blackhearted Reppu told his story of the destruction that came from the prince's territory at the border, and described the horrors and savagery of the Chaos Horde that came from the east of the Roof of the World, the owner of the Manderhoff Castle had already abandoned all his prejudices against Blackhearted Reppu. He immediately accepted Blackhearted Reppu's suggestion. He immediately reported to the Nur City Council and the Empire's court about the appearance of an army of Chaos in the prince's territory at the border!
Messengers immediately set out to deliver the news through the Empire's postal and courier system to Wiessenburg, the seat of Duchess Emmanuelle of Wissen (though Emmanuelle never lived there), and the capital of the Empire, Ferdorf!
Orgel Hawke, the Marquis of Wysen, who was currently guarding Ferdorf, immediately realized the severity of the situation. The Mage's Guild in Ferdorf immediately sent the news of an army of Chaos appearing in the prince's territory at the border to Nur. At the same time, the old marquis also personally ordered the Manderhoff Castle to send an army to escort Blackhearted Reppu to Nur, and explain the situation to the city council and the nobles of Nur.
A huge Army of Chaos had appeared in the prince's territory at the border!
According to speculation, it was the Army of Chaos formed by the Kurgan Horde led by the champion of Nurgle, Tarim Khan! There was even a large group of Chaos Dwarves in the army!
Their target was most likely the Empire!
And the invasion of Chaos from the south, Nur, as the most important town in the south, would bear the brunt of the Chaos invasion!
As soon as the news came out, Nur was shaken.
The first to receive the news was the Empire's Emmanuelle von Lebowitz Bernardino. The Empire's Emmanuelle's first reaction after hearing the news was to convene a city council in the palace of Nur to discuss how to deal with the invasion. Her second reaction was to carry little Frey Derick to the place where Laing was staying, and fiercely grab Laing's sleeves and collar, telling her man that he must not leave Nur now.
She needed him.
The little maid and his son's teary eyes softened Laing's heart. He was indeed shouldering a responsibility. Facing Emilia's pleading, Laing smiled and hugged Emilia into his arms to comfort her. "Don't worry, at this time, I won't leave Nur no matter what."
"Really?" Emilia's beautiful little face was deeply touched. She reached out and hugged Laing's neck, gritting her teeth as she asked in his ear, "You're not lying to me, right?"
"I'm the Emmanuelle's Chosen Champion, how could I lie to you?" Laing gently hugged Emilia's petite body. "Don't worry."
"Okay then, I'll go to the meeting first. There will be a lot of things to do in the next few days." Emilia stared at Laing for a while. After making sure that he was not fooling around with her, she nodded and handed little Frey Derick to Laing before leaving in a hurry.
As the Duchess of Nur, the Elector of Brescia, and the Duchess of Wesson, Emilia had a lot of things to deal with at the moment.
Seeing Emilia leave in a hurry, Suria sighed and sat down next to Laing. The female knight was wearing a golden-colored mermaid dress with white lace garter stockings and a pair of pointy white high heels. She looked at Emilia's back and asked, "You agreed to Emilia so easily? My husband? "
"I can't leave at this time." Laing shook his head with a bitter smile. He held his wife's hand and said, "I hope you can understand, Suria."
"Of course I understand. After all, my husband is like the sun, emitting light and heat. In addition to illuminating me, he also illuminates many people, many women." Suria's tone was strange. The female knight's sea blue eyes reflected Laing's appearance. "I just think that you agreed too casually. Maybe we should help, but …"
"But this makes it seem cheap? I shouldn't be used? " Laing hugged Suria in the same way he hugged Emilia before. He sighed and put his wife on his lap. "It's our duty to fight evil, my wife."
"Yes, it's our duty." Suria did not argue anymore. She leaned into Laing's arms. It was already June, and the weather was very hot. The female knight was a little embarrassed to be hugged by her husband, but she still snuggled in her husband's arms and said, "But what about Mu Xilong? You asked Katzenberg and the others to make a series of preparations, and you were just waiting to go back and implement them. But now this accident happened? "
"Plans can never keep up with changes." Laing knew that Suria's thoughts were reasonable. He was also very surprised when he heard that the army of Chaos had appeared in the prince's territory at the border. When Suria mentioned this, Laing also felt troubled.
The nobles of the Kingdom of Brittany generally supported Laing's reform, but without his personal guidance and implementation, Laing was always a little worried. His subordinates did not have his prestige, and the nobles of the kingdom had prestige but did not have the ability. Laing thought about it and could only reach out and run his fingers through Suria's golden hair, stroking her back. "It seems that I can only write a letter and ask François to do what I set out to do."
"Father will do it?" After hearing Laing's idea, Suria was not happy but worried. The female knight said hesitantly, "But if that's the case, won't it … I mean, won't it be too much for the southerners?"
"Probably not." Laing thought for a while. "There is no other choice now. Let me write a letter and explain to François in detail."
"Well, that's the only way for now." Suria shook her head. "It seems that we will have to stay in Nur for a while."
"One letter is not enough." Laing rubbed his chin. "I need one more. Ask Kalad to gather an army of knights, bring the old guards and the semi-professional infantry regiments to Nur!"
"He is the Godfather of Devenhill! How can he be absent from the war?! "
… I'm the dividing line for writing a letter …
A few hours later, Old World, Brittany, Duke's Castle in Helenhilde, the capital of the Duchy of Vanford.
François, Duke of Vanford, sat on the duke's throne. Below him sat Count Kuyleu, the Grail Knight Anthelm, and the Paladin Sir Jerrold. Laing's father-in-law was radiating with glory. After killing Kemmler, François, who had resolved the knot in his heart, had taken a step further. His strength was very close to the peak of the Sanctuary-realm. He was dressed in a duke's attire and held Laing's letter in his hand. He smiled meaningfully. "My son-in-law really thinks highly of me."
"Cousin, Laing means that you are in charge of supervising the development of Muxilon?" Anthelm asked doubtfully.
"Yes." François picked up the black tea and took a sip. "Look at this letter. It's so long."
The long roll of parchment directly fell to the ground.
Laing's letter was indeed very long. Out of some concern, he wrote in detail about the benefits of a series of reforms and the benefits to the kingdom. He earnestly asked François to help Laing carry out the reforms fairly, impartially, and openly.
Laing first pointed out the necessity and urgency of the kingdom's reforms. What he had seen and heard after coming to the Empire, as well as the countless inventions he had seen in the Nur Military Factory, showed that Brittany had indeed fallen behind the Empire in some aspects.
The second point was the resistance to the reforms. Laing was worried that if he was not there, many parts of the reforms could not be implemented. The knights and nobles were very likely to oppose him in public and maliciously change his original intention of the reforms, twisting Laing's ideas into another way of oppressing the serfs.
Finally, Laing hoped that François could treat the relationship between the nobles of the north and the south fairly. He could be slightly biased, but could not rely solely on the knights and nobles of the south.
François glanced at it a few times and directly put Laing's letter aside. He coughed softly and shook his head. "My son-in-law, you underestimate me a little too much."
"My Duke …" Jerrold looked at François with some concern.
"I, François, am the Duke of Brittany, the Lady's Knight of the Grail, not some southerner's Duke or Wynford's Knight of the Grail!" François did not intend to look at it anymore. "Are you so worried?"
"…" Anthelm and Jerrold suddenly became solemn.
François looked at his cousins. Laing's father-in-law clenched the hilt of the unicorn sword at his waist and said softly, "I'm going to teach you a truth today. Jerrold, listen carefully."
"Yes!" Jerrold, the Paladin, answered loudly.
"This country, under Laing's efforts, is getting better and better. The country is better, and the life of the kingdom's people is better, more important than anything else!"
"Others." François looked at the letter on the ground and shook his head gently. "None of them are important."
"The true meaning of the Eight Virtues of Knights is in them, do you understand?"
Jerrold only felt the blood in his chest rushing to his head. He suppressed his excitement. "Understood!"
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