Aralos had been very depressed recently.
His daughter Karona had been missing for a long time. He didn't know if it was because she was angry or because she had a mission, but she had indeed gone missing. Azeroth was a very large magic forest, and Aralos was the Chosen Champion of the Wood Elf Queen Aleil and the Lord of the Tarsyn (King's Grove) Forest. He usually had a lot of things to do. After learning that Karona was still alive from Mother Goddess Isa, he could only put this matter aside for the time being.
The family relationships of the elves were not as close as those of the dwarves and humans. The culture of the wood elves was free and autistic. In their extremely long lifespan, they had too much time to do their own things behind closed doors. Even if they were family, it was normal for them not to see each other for decades. Karona was also an adult. She naturally had the right to choose. As a father, Aralos couldn't stop her, nor did he have the right to stop her.
He could only be depressed alone.
The second problem that made him depressed was that Lilith, the Goddess of the Moon, had never heard from her again after giving him the antler helmet. Aralos had already chosen a place for the tryst and thought of a poem to express his love for her, but it was useless. He had prayed to the goddess more than once for a response, but Lilith seemed to be very busy and never replied.
What's going on? Am I not good enough? Or did I do something wrong? My goddess, tell me, I can change!
Aralos wore the dazzling green antler helmet more than once and thought about his problem.
The third thing was the mission he had received. The Wood Elf Queen Aleil had learned that Laing and Belegar were about to form an allied army to Eight Peaks Mountain. It was said that there were many Elvish Diamonds stored in the Ancestral Temple of Angran, many of which could be traced back to ancient times.
At that time, the elves and dwarves formed an alliance to fight against Chaos. At that time, Malecis was still the elven diplomatic ambassador at Eternity Peak. After that, although the alliance between the elves and dwarves broke, Eight Peaks Mountain, as one of the oldest dwarven fortresses, still stored many elven relics in the Ancestral Temple. There were even some murals that witnessed the friendship between the elves and dwarves.
Aleil believed that it was time to recover the elves' lost glory and ancient history. The wood elves would also participate in this war!
The elves were the wood elves!
Aralos had come over to discuss the matter of cooperation. He had made it clear that after recovering the Eight Peaks Mountain, they had to obtain the Elven Diamonds, the historical murals left behind by the Ancient Elves, and many other possible Elven relics. In exchange, Aralos would lead the personal guards of the Wood Elf Queen Alaier, the Taras Hawks, and an army of the King Forest to join in.
Don't underestimate the Wood Elves for only sending 3000 people. The Elven army wasn't that big to begin with. Laing wasn't sure how many Wood Elves there were in the forest, but he estimated that there were at most 1 or 2 million of them.
Aralos briefly explained the purpose of his visit. Ryan could see that he was depressed and in a hurry. Ryan originally wanted to ask him to stay for lunch, but Aralos clearly refused. Furthermore, the wood elf hero privately asked if he could enter the Fairy Tower in the lake to see Lilith again.
Laing replied that Lilith wasn't here. She had decided to meet him here on the spur of the moment.
After a few simple words, Aralos left. He and his army wouldn't follow Laing to the Sea Gate by boat. Instead, they would use the roots of the World Tree to reach the frontline at an appropriate time.
Aralos only sat for a few minutes. Seeing that he had left, Veronica held her delicate and sweet face and said, "Another arrogant elf. Laing, only you are good at dealing with elves. I found that you are especially good at dealing with those strange races. Elves, dwarves, you can get along well with them. And that brother of yours, I think he's called Fulgen, can actually get along with the lizardmen. I really admire your family."
"It's not difficult to deal with these alien races. First, you have to be strong enough, and then you have to be familiar with the other party's communication methods and taboos. How should I put it? Every race or country has something they are unwilling to talk about. We have to learn to reach a consensus, for example." Laing sat on the chair and gently reached out to hug Olica who was standing beside him. The dark elf softly exclaimed, but very meekly sat on Laing's lap and leaned on his chest. "Master ~"
"I really don't know if you were lucky or unlucky to be able to pick up such a strong person from the Marlin Talent Market." Veronica was angry when she talked about this matter. If she hadn't been forcibly transferred away by the order of the council, how could Laing have brought home a Dark Elf maid? She would have arranged for a middle-aged woman, and she wouldn't even let Laing make the decision.
If she had accompanied him during the Winter Veil Festival, would he have developed a relationship with a little maid and a Dark Elf maid? And then he would have hooked up with the duke's daughter?
"Laing is the Chosen One, Veronica." Suria was very familiar with Olica's matter. The female knight's face showed a mysterious smile. "Do you want to know the origin of this matter?"
"Of course." Veronica was very interested in this matter.
"I have sent a few waves of people to Marlin Fort to understand the situation at that time. Lady Olica was in the process of plundering the Nords West Coast and returning home when she encountered the high elves' fleet. She was defeated and captured in the battle, and was stranded in the talent market. Originally, she should have been escorted back to Ossouin." Suria raised her teacup elegantly. "But when the high elves' fleet arrived at Marlin Fort to replenish their supplies, they found a high elf prince in the slave market. This high elf prince was on the verge of death when he was sent to the slave market in Marlin Fort after a very complicated procedure. His name is …"
"Prince Jeremiah, the son of the Phoenix King, the 'Sailing King' Finnuba." Olica raised her head from Laing's arms. "And his identity has been confirmed by Marlin Fort, so the high elves were in a difficult situation at that time. Marlin Fort demanded a sky-high ransom from the high elves, or an item of equal value in exchange for Prince Jeremiah. Because Marlin Fort's price was too high, the high elves were not willing to pay that much money. The auction was about to start, so they had to use me as a substitute. Male elves are far less valuable than female elves in the slave market. Seeing that the high elves were willing to exchange a female elf like me, Marlin Fort immediately agreed."
"Yes, that's right. This is the truth I learned. Olica, you are very lucky, very lucky." Suria's words had a hidden meaning. The duchess had always been suspicious of Olica's identity. It was not until Olica finally told her about her relationship with the Pale Queen on the passenger ship from Nur to Brittany that the duchess finally let down her guard.
"My luck is also master's luck." Olica stopped talking after saying this. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed Laing's neck.
"Including the wood elves, you have more than thirty thousand people." Suria and Olica had a tacit understanding. She gently picked up the teacup and said, "Besides these, Laing, the mercenary leader you arranged before, Blackheart Reppu? How can he help you? "
"Blackheart Reppu has already established a foothold in the prince's territory at the border. With him opening up the trade route between the Sea Gate Pass and the prince's territory at the border, our goods can continuously enter the prince's territory at the border." Laing hugged the dark elf and nodded slightly. "Because he has done well, we have sent him two reinforcements. He has now established his own base in the eastern city of Rovska in the prince's territory at the border. I don't know the details, so I'm still waiting for news."
"You should prepare to ascend the throne first. Leave these things to me and Katzenberg. Laing, my husband, your ascension to the throne is the most important thing for you right now." Suria thought about it for a moment. She was still worried about the cunning mercenary leader. "Laing, you can't just trust Blackheart Reppu. You have to be prepared."
"His army was provided by us, and his resources were also provided by us. Apart from that, his wizard advisors were sent by Veronica. Many of his officers are also our people. Baldro even sent a team of Sea God Knights to assist him. It's not very likely that he will rebel." Laing stroked the stubble on his chin. He accepted Suria's reminder calmly. "It's fine. I didn't plan to let Blackheart Reppu attack in the first place. He only needs to be a distraction."
"As for a few days after the ascension, Suria, I plan to hold a grand royal knight tournament," Laing said seriously. "To declare my authority."
"Very good. That's what I was thinking too." Suria agreed with Laing's opinion. The female knight nodded in approval. "The lady and I have discussed this matter. We agree that you should hold a royal knight tournament. This will be the best way for you to show your authority. At the same time, it will be the best opportunity for you to show your military strength."
Laing's expression was a little strange after hearing this.
No matter how he thought about it, he felt that there was a strange smell in his court. Devonshire had two mothers, Mother Suria and Mother Lilith.
This made him think of his mother, the empress dowager, and the Holy Mother, who held court behind the curtain.
Forget it, I don't believe I can't handle them.
"Then it's settled. The prizes this time will be unprecedentedly generous." Laing set the tone for his ascension. "I'm even worried that the knights of the Empire, the wood elves, and the knights of the southern kingdoms will be excited and want to participate in this royal knight tournament."
"Then let them come! This tournament will let everyone in the Old World know who has the most powerful knight in the Old World! "
… I'm the dividing line for holding court behind the curtain …
At the same time, in the Old World, in the suburbs of the Empire's capital, Brunswick.
A group of refugees in ragged clothes slowly entered the city under the watchful eyes of the guards.
A bald refugee with brown skin wore a shirt made of rough linen and a leather jacket. A longsword and a musket hung at his waist. He raised his head and looked at the magnificent capital of the Empire and the towering city walls of the capital. He smiled without a trace. He didn't look like a refugee, nor did he look like a noble. When he showed the customs clearance document from Midden, he was quickly let in.
It was said that the Kingdom of Knights on the other side of the mountain had evacuated 300,000 people from Brunswick. However, the truth was that refugees, farmers, speculators, and adventurers who were looking for opportunities had quickly filled up every corner of the city. The streets were still crowded. Baldy squeezed into the crowd. Suddenly, a mocking and playful expression appeared on his face.
Soon, he found a slum in the city according to the map. There was a stench, sweat, and the rancid smell of people who hadn't bathed for a long time. The crowded crowd had all gone to work, and the slum was full of women and children.
In the year 2510 of the Empire calendar, the community I lived in was named the worst area in Brunswick.
Why?
The bald man opened the door of his private residence.
Violent crimes were endless, and the number of people under the poverty line was the highest in the Empire.
The bald man packed his things and quickly walked out of the room. He noticed that it was only morning, and the streets were already crowded. People were still coming into the city in an endless stream.
It was a fact that could not be denied, but people still flocked to the city.
New workers were recruited everywhere in the city. More than ten copper coins a day was enough to make the serfs and refugees fight for the job.
The city always gave you a glimmer of hope, whether it was a lie or an illusion.
But it was so close, as if it was within reach, and people were willing to risk their lives!
The smile on the bald man's face became more and more ferocious and twisted. He quickly crossed the dirty and smelly ditch and disappeared like a phantom at the corner of a tavern. When he reappeared, he had changed into the full set of Rick's guard. His crazier and crazier face was hidden under the helmet.
Emperor Karl-franz's team was on the streets. Today was the day that the emperor went out of the city to hunt. Rick's guards followed behind him. In addition, there was a private army belonging to the royal family, the Griffin Great Swordsman Regiment. The bald man rode a horse from the corner of the street and immediately followed the team. Marshal Rick glanced at the guard. After confirming the badge and identity, he signaled him to hurry up. "Schmidt, you're late. Hurry up."
"Yes." The guard didn't say much. He immediately followed. His eyes behind the helmet stared at the emperor who was protected by the guard. Karl-franz was talking to his flag bearer, Ludwig Schwarzhammer.
In Guard Rick's arms, there was a light blue dagger smeared with poison. He pulled on the reins and quickly followed. The smile on his face had already surpassed the limits of human expression. It was twisted into a lump of meat.
This place is full of confusion, and I am the one who chases dreams.
The Emperor's army entered Rickwald Forest and began today's hunting activity. After three hours of hunting, the Rickian knights' team had become chaotic. Everyone was looking for spoils of war. Griffin's swordsmen attacked everywhere. The Emperor, who had just finished a difficult hunt, left the protection of the Rickian guards to look at his spoils of war.
Emperor Karl-franz, who was panting heavily, looked at his spoils of war with satisfaction. He felt a little tired, but it was all worth it. When he lowered his head and used a knife to cut the hind leg of a stag, the guard wearing a helmet secretly took out a dagger from his arms and approached the emperor step by step.
Wake up, fake emperor, the emperor of the cowardly Empire built by the fake god Charlemagne.
Let me burn this city and your little Empire to ashes!
"Schmidt? Look at my spoils of war … "Emperor Karl just turned his head and wanted to ask the guard what was going on. He suddenly saw the dagger in the guard's hand." What?! "
Clang! The Kurfürst's holy sword, Dragon's Tooth, was unsheathed. The emperor's experience in battle and the swordsmanship training he received from the Royal Military Academy since childhood saved his life. The Dragon's Tooth and the dagger collided. The corrosive light of the Chaos sorcery and the rune power of the Dragon's Tooth made a sharp collision sound. The guard let out an inhuman cry from his helmet. He reached out one hand and grabbed the emperor's forearm, directly letting the blade of Dragon's Tooth pass through his body!
Karl-franz was shocked. He immediately stepped back to avoid the dagger that was aimed at his chest or face. But because the guard was too strong, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Now the emperor had nowhere to run!
"Die, fake emperor!" The guard raised the dagger and slashed it directly at Karl-franz's chest!
"Praise Saint Tzeentch!"
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