In the wasteland of the Kingdom of Nords, Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire was leading his Empire's army forward. The Kurfürst reacted quickly. After the food was allocated, the Empire's army advanced quickly. They would arrive at Mjoden Haven tomorrow.
The Emperor himself was sitting on his Pegasus, thinking about what to do next. Not every battle required the use of his Griffin mount, the Claw of Death. Usually, the Emperor would move around on his Pegasus.
"Hurry up, knights. Mjoden Haven has been surrounded by the barbarians. It could fall at any time. We can't watch tens of thousands of people die in front of us," said Karl-franz to his five hundred guards.
"Of course! Your Majesty, we are already moving forward at full speed. "Rick's guards responded loudly to the Emperor.
Karl-franz smiled slightly. He knew that he was a little anxious. The Guards of Ricks were formed by the most elite knights in his territory. It was the honor of the entire family to be a part of the Ricks. Other than the Griffin Knights of the Empire and the Battle Court Guards, the Guards of Ricks were the Emperor's most elite troops.
The knights couldn't abandon the infantry and artillery and act alone. Even in the Empire's territory, it was very dangerous to act like this.
On the surface, the Empire seemed to cover a large territory. However, the number of Black Forests, mountains, swamps, and other uninhabited areas was also shocking. The Empire was truly a federal country with cities and villages as the center and roads as the bloodline.
The Ricks under the direct control of the Emperor were vast and fertile plains. The troublesome bandits and orcs were greatly relieved after the Emperor sent troops to eliminate them and quell the rebellions. However, it was different for the other Kurfürst territories. For example, although the Kurfürst territory was large, except for White Wolf City and Karon Castle in the south, the land was almost completely covered by the Black Forest. The actual land and population controlled by the Kurfürst were very limited.
Great Alchemist Balshaz Gelt was also riding beside the Emperor. Along the way, the leaders of the Alchemy School of the Empire's Royal Wizard Academy had a lot to talk with the Emperor.
Compared to the current Chief Grand Wizard of the Empire's Royal Family, Cernus Gehrman, who had a fiery temper and a strange characteristic of spitting fire from time to time, the Emperor liked the Great Alchemist Gelt more. Gelt's logic was rigorous and meticulous, and he could often give constructive opinions and suggestions.
"More than four thousand barbarian troops have besieged Mjolden Haven. The Bearman Tribe has always been known for their high morale and their ability to attack fortifications. It is said that they attacked the port without warning. What do our great alchemist think?" Knowing that he could not be anxious, Karl Franz turned to talk to Galt.
"There must be a purpose behind this. It could be an order from an Evil God, or it could be a strategic objective. Generally speaking, the orders of Evil Gods are illogical and illogical because they are existences of Chaos themselves … So, if Birig has a purpose, he might want to take control of that port, obtain the riches within and return to the northern wastelands by ship." Gelt paused for a moment and then continued, "But what happened two days ago has changed my mind."
"What is it? Can you answer my question? My great alchemist? "
"Of course, Your Majesty … Well, let's put it this way. Two days ago, I could feel a huge magic wave near Mjolden Haven. It is very likely that the magic wave there attracted the attention of the Evil God." Gelt's tone showed that he was very interested in this matter. But with the great alchemist wearing a mask, the Emperor could only judge his mood from his tone.
Karl-franz knew that these spellcasters were actually ticking time bombs. But humans needed their power. The unpredictable energy of Chaos could be turned into powerful magic under their guidance.
The Emperor was fair, merciful, brave, and courageous. He was not hostile to these spellcasters because everyone was struggling to survive under the threat of Chaos. No one was spared. So he continued, "If we can defeat Birig and his barbarian soldiers, you should have time to find out what happened."
"There is no doubt that we can defeat the Bearman tribe, Your Majesty. The only difference is whether Mjolden Haven will fall or not." Gelt clearly pointed out what the Emperor did not say. "In my opinion, the defenders may not be able to hold on until we arrive. The fall of the town is only a matter of time. But … the scouts said that the famous white wolf knight 'Sledgehammer' Laing is also in Mjolden Haven. He is leading the soldiers to resist. If he is as powerful as the legends say, then the city may still have a chance to survive."
"Laing? I remember that he is Ivan's godson. He is famous in the north of the Empire … But he is a man of the White Wolf Lord! " Karl-franz was hesitant. "At this sensitive point, I cannot summon him."
"As you said, Your Majesty." Gelt nodded.
The north and south of the Empire also had a serious religious rivalry. The gods of the north of the Empire were generally known as the Northern Gods, especially the White Wolf Church led by Yurick and the Nature Church led by the God of Nature, Tal. Although the belief of the Northern Gods had declined, they still held an irreplaceable position in the hearts of the northerners.
The Southern Gods of the Empire were led by the Church of Justice, the Church of Life, and the Church of Magic. The south of the Empire had a better environment, a livable climate, and rich land. The Empire's direct territory was also located in the south of the Empire. Therefore, the three churches could obtain the right to elect the Emperor, while the churches in the north did not. This further accelerated the rivalry between the north and south of the Empire.
After 50 years as the Emperor of the Empire, the "Savior" Ludwig Frey Friedrich took off his crown, announced his abdication, and disappeared. Originally, his younger brother, Heinz, was very promising to take over the throne, but Heinz was a devout believer of Yurick. After learning that if he succeeded the throne, it was very likely that the White Wolf Church would be granted the right to elect the Emperor. The three churches stood clearly on the side of Karl-franz's grandfather, Leopold Franz Frey Friedrich. Heinz finally lost the throne because of a fierce quarrel.
This deepened the conflict between the Northern Gods and the Southern Gods. After the coronation, Karl-franz used his political wisdom and diplomatic skills to carefully mediate the delicate relationship between the Northern and Southern Gods of the Empire.
"This might be an opportunity, Your Majesty. Your army happened to rescue this White Wolf Knight and received him as a matter of course. No one can have an opinion about your noble actions." Gelt immediately gave his own advice. The Emperor naturally adopted the great alchemist's perfect plan. "You are right."
After a day of marching, the well-trained army of the Empire quickly set up camp and deployed defense. Hundreds of Ryk's guards quickly gathered in formation like swimming fish. The constant adjustment of the formation during the march was like a dazzling art.
Soon, the scouts brought new news. "Your Majesty, there is a new military intelligence!"
Karl-franz took the wax sealed letter from the Ryk's guard. Even after a long march, the Emperor's face did not show any signs of fatigue. Only a small part of it was the gift of his extraordinary physique, but more of it was the Emperor's passion for mankind and his love for the Empire. Many people who had seen the Emperor said that the Protector of Mankind was like the sun, burning himself and warming others. Not long after he ascended the throne, the Emperor, who was born in the military, was loved by the people of the Empire.
After opening the letter and taking a few glances, Karl-franz slapped his thigh hard. The Silver Seal, a treasure forged by the dwarven craftsmen, made a crisp sound. "Beautiful!"
"What happened, Your Majesty?" Gelt approached with his staff. "May I have the honor to share the joy with you?"
The Emperor handed the letter to Gelt. "It's that Laing. He killed Birrig in the championship duel! The Bearman Tribe was defeated. I didn't expect Nord to have such a brave warrior! "
"Then Your Majesty, our plan can be adjusted slightly. The internal pressure on Nord has been greatly reduced. We can rush to the northern coast faster and prepare to ambush the barbarian army." Gelt replied.
"Gelt, have you heard the story of the first Knight King, Arthur?" The success of the war made the Emperor very happy. His army could rest assured and replenish their supplies in Mjoden Haven. Then, they could prepare to ambush the barbarians on the coast.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Gelt nodded. The Emperor took out a few pieces of bread and butter and took a big gulp of Bargmann beer. Gelt only ate the meat. The Ryk's guards protected their beloved Emperor. Gelt ate something casually. His every movement had a metallic sound, which made the Emperor very uncomfortable. "You want to talk about the story of the first Duke of Bordero, Marcus, right?"
"Let me listen to the story of King Arthur and his legend! After the ninth victory, Arthur and his knights rode north. After a few days of traveling through the shadows of the Ardennes forest, they arrived at the former Elven city, now the forest city, Port Lonquilly. " Karl-franz did not answer Gelt's question. He narrated the magnificent epic as if he was reciting a poem. "Arthur left a part of the knights here for a short rest. He led the army to meet the Green Dwarfs in front …"
"But Arthur's wish came to nothing. The huge port was attacked by the barbarians from the north. The knights who stayed behind to rest had no choice but to launch a storm-like attack. The battle lasted day after day, night after night. Thousands of barbarians were killed or driven into the sea, but these ferocious enemies were not moved at all. They continued to fight crazily because they only wanted the attention of their Evil God of Blood. In frustration, Marcus, the Lord of Bordero, stood up. He pointed at the champion of Chaos, the fallen Lord of Skalinth, Svenka, and challenged him. " Gelt was also familiar with the epic. He continued, "Defeat me and obtain victory, or get out of here now!"
Karl-franz nodded. The Emperor continued, "For glory, Svenka could not refuse the challenge. Many brave warriors died under Svenka's blood-soaked hands. But Marcus did not have a trace of fear in his heart. He knew that the Lady was with him. The warriors met on the tall tower of the lighthouse. The Brittany fought on foot. The clouds roared, the storm roared. Heaven and earth seemed to be cheering for this duel. The elements seemed to be secretly assisting. They showed a strange light on Svenka's twin hammers. The two fought fiercely. Everyone's ears were filled with the sound of metal colliding. The sound could be heard clearly even at the bottom of the tower. In the end, Marcus broke through the enemy's defense with a ferocious strike. The force of this strike was so great that both of them fell to the rocks downstairs. Svenka fell. The Nordicans had to return to their cold nest by boat. This is the tenth great victory. "
"It's so similar to that magnificent epic. I have a hunch that this is the beginning of a series of legendary stories for this young man." Finally, the Emperor concluded, "If we are lucky, we will see the young man tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The next day, the elite Empire troops arrived at Mjörden Haven. They saw the people brimming with pride and hope. Count Albert went out of the city to welcome the Empire's troops. The count's troops suffered heavy losses. Everyone was injured, but they were full of glory and faith.
The Emperor did not see Laing in the crowd. "Where is the Nordic hero who won the championship? Ask him to come out. I want to see him. "
"Unfortunately, Your Majesty, Laing is not here." Albert shook his head.
"Is he injured?"
"No, he's only slightly injured. It's not a big deal. It's just that after the celebration banquet last night, Mr. Ryan still had a mission to complete. He boarded the passenger ship to Marlin Castle at night," Albert explained.
"Fort Marlin … is it?" Karl-franz thought to himself. Fort Marlin was not far from the Empire's capital. He could reach Fort Marlin in no time by following the river. "Seems like my luck is not so good."
After a few days of marching, the Empire's troops were stationed in the city.
It was night, and the sky was filled with stars. Grand Alchemist Galt wore a golden cape and walked into the depths of the manor with his staff. He was worried that the Emperor would be hurt by the magic energy, so he politely declined the Emperor's request to have a look.
"Your Majesty, your personal safety is related to the fate of the world. You are the Empire." This was what the Grand Alchemist said to the Emperor. Karl-franz had no choice but to give up.
There were new residents in the manor. Galt's arrival made them very 'enthusiastic'. The Grand Alchemist faced the ghouls that rushed towards him. With a light wave of his staff, the three ghouls were all turned into stone statues.
It was exactly the same. Galt quickly found the hidden entrance to the basement.
Feeling the huge energy in the air, Galt became more and more curious. The Grand Alchemist wanted to know what happened in the basement.
He could only find a damaged ancient saint's relic.
Was it caused by the ancient saint's Hero?
"Who is it?!"
At this time, Galt suddenly sensed danger behind him. The Grand Alchemist took out a scroll without hesitation and tore it open. A golden hound as tall as a normal person rushed out of the scroll and rushed towards the intruder.
Sixth-circle spell, Summon Golden Hound!
Golden light flashed on the intruder, and the hound turned into dust before it could even cry. A tall figure appeared in the basement, and the whole basement was lit up by the cold golden light.
"Who are you?!"
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