The Green Grass Festival in March heralded the melting of the snow and the start of spring plowing. Though both the Brittany and the Empire had large territories, the timing of the snow melting was different. Everyone was eager for the end of winter and the arrival of spring.
On this day, Laing's elder brother, Anglo, had a large group of guests at the manor of Redfish Village.
Although he deliberately kept a low profile and made a living out of farming, Anglo's name still inevitably spread in the Old World. However, because he had a younger brother who was very famous, the people of the Old World basically had the impression that he was' King Leon's half-brother, '' an old farmer with extraordinary strength, 'and' a strong uncle who helped Leon take care of his children all day. '
Even though Angren was two meters tall and strong, the Humans of this world had seen many strange things, so they weren't surprised. At most, they complained that Angren's mother was either a Noska or a Kurgan. The villagers of Redfish Village respected and loved Angren. Ever since Angren arrived, they had led good lives and weren't harassed by Orcs. The villagers vaguely knew that Angren was very powerful. If they encountered any terrifying creatures in the forest, they could ask Angren to deal with them. However, the villagers and the entire old world didn't know how powerful Angren was.
The Orcs in the forest were lined up in a row by Anglo's side.
Those green-skinned big bosses, trolls, even Doomsday Bulls and many other monsters that had never been heard of before could last more than one round against Anglo. Even when he occasionally went out to sea and encountered the legendary deep-sea monsters and vampire pirates, he would always return victorious with a large amount of spoils of war or rich meat.
The villagers always felt that their master was emitting a strange aura called "evil" and "outrageous" from head to toe. They seemed to think that this guy's style was different from theirs, but they still generally loved and respected him.
The various major forces of the Old World often came to inquire about the origins of Ryan's brother, but Angelang's origins were indeed a blank. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air on an ancient sage's aircraft and descended into the mortal world. His unfathomable strength made everyone deeply fearful. Moreover, ever since Ryan's other brother, Fu Gen, had made a name for himself in Lucia and announced the rise of a new king in the New World, more attention from the Old World had been placed on Angelang. They wondered if this guy would be like Fu Gen, trying to become an overlord.
However, after a few years of observation, Anglo seemed to be content with being an old farmer. Ryan didn't let him command an army or give him any missions. His title of nobility was ultimately just a kingdom knight title, which made many forces in the Old World feel at ease. At the same time, Anglo Manor gradually became a 'place for internationally influential figures to hold private talks and vacations.' The knights and nobles of Brittania loved to come here for meetings and negotiations because the environment was secluded and no one wanted to use weapons. As time passed, many banquets and parties were held here, where people would enjoy delicious food and some entertainment activities. As this was an 'absolutely neutral' area, it gradually became a place where nobles liked to vacate.
The most important example was Queen Suria. She liked to bring her children to Anglo Manor for vacations.
Today, Anglo Manor was facing a great enemy. Thousands of troops were stationed near Redfish Village, completely surrounding the village that covered an area of less than one square kilometer. Inside the manor was the official meeting between Countess Emilia of the Empire, Knight King Laing, Knight King Queen Suria, and Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana.
This meeting was known as the "Anglo Manor Meeting."
However, the situation in the manor was actually …
"Hello, everyone. Today, we're here to pick some shiitake mushrooms from the uncle next door. His shiitake mushrooms are very beautiful! Look! " Laing was picking shiitake mushrooms in a serf's house. Anglo was watching from afar with the three children. Suria, Emilia, and Morgiana, the three most powerful women in the Old World, were sitting together having afternoon tea, chatting and laughing. Not far away, several Knights of the Holy Grail, a team of Armoured Nur, and a company of old guards were monitoring every movement nearby. The serf, his wife, and five children were all kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.
"This family's shiitake mushrooms are the best!" Anglo stood in the distance and laughed non-stop. He continued, "This kind of shiitake mushroom needs a long time to grow, at least three years. There aren't many people who like to grow them now. Brother, I know you like them."
"Our Majesty also likes your big rooster!" Not far away, his father-in-law, François, smiled and said to Anglo, "Relative, I wonder if you'll have the luck to eat them today?"
"You're just you. Remove the words' you 'and' your Majesty '!" Anglo shouted. "All you think about is my stuff!"
"Hahahaha! Our Majesty said that the food at our brother's house is the best! " Everyone burst into laughter. Even Emilia, who was holding the Auster border collie Subaru and chatting with Suria and Morgiana, couldn't help but smile. The Empire's countess had good memories here. She looked lovingly at her son who was herding cattle and sheep not far away and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.
The Kingdom's Regent Laun, Red Dragon Duke Berchemund, and his father-in-law were all there. They thought of the fat livestock in Anglo's house and were a little hungry. "Mr. Anglo, do you have any arrangements?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Anglo took out a big net and handed it to François. "Take this. You can eat whatever the net catches."
"Heh, looks like we're in for a treat today." Berchemund stroked his long beard and couldn't help but laugh.
Just like that, Berchemund and François, the two pinnacle saints, each took an ordinary net made of wooden poles and entered the chicken coop with evil smiles on their faces. Soon, they caught a few fat and strong chickens. The servants immediately came up and took the crowing roosters from the two dukes. They skillfully slaughtered, cleaned, and chopped them into pieces.
Two old guards carried a big iron pot and set it on the pile of firewood. The Kingdom's Regent Laun skillfully took out a match and added wood. He even squatted in front of the fire and blew on it twice. They were all Holy Grail Knights of the Empress and had participated in all kinds of cruel expeditions. Common sense and survival skills were essential.
Today, His Majesty Laing was going to cook a famous dish called chicken stewed with mushrooms. Although the chickens weren't small and each weighed a few kilograms, the King still wanted to cook them himself.
Finally, he got a big pot and put it on the fire to stew. Everyone could finally stop and wait for dinner.
"Uncle Anglo! Why are there two nails in that ascetic's head? " Little Devonshire ran to Anglo's feet and asked with great interest, "It's that big bald head!"
A battle priest from Nur also attended the banquet. He was the representative sent by the Great Chanter of Nur, Casmir the Ninth. This big bald man had two iron nails stuck into his skull. Little Devenhill seemed to be very interested in him.
"Uh …" Anglo thought to himself. How would I know?
"I know, I know!" Frey Derick raised his hand. "Uncle Anglo must know too, right?"
"Oh, yes, I know." Anglo thought for a while and decided to pretend that he knew. He pointed at the two nails and said, "Those are called service nails. It symbolizes that this battle priest has served the Emperor for 200 years."
"Go to hell, fake Emperor!" Little Devonshire waved his little fist and shouted something that even he didn't understand. It was something Anglo taught him.
"???" Frey Derick thought to himself. Wasn't it to treat diarrhea and desire?
"Doggy, doggy!" Rem was wearing a princess dress and running behind a group of border herders.
"Look at how crazy your son is." Emilia was carrying Subaru, the border herder of Auster, and smiled at Laing, who was adding seasoning to the big pot.
"You're talking as if he's not your son," Laing said casually, making everyone laugh.
Soon, a big pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms was ready. Everyone enjoyed the feast under the open sky.
"I've called everyone here today to tell you something." The soft muscles and fragrant mushrooms made everyone praise the king's cooking skills. Laing returned to his seat and put the bowl on the big wooden table. He then took out a piece of crumpled paper. "Lady Isabella Giovanni, the Archbishop of the Milmidian Church of the Goddess of War in Magritte, has gone missing."
"Missing?" Emilia was still feeding Rem chicken soup. Hearing Laing's news, the Empire's countess said casually, "Maybe she left because of something?"
"No, she's missing. She was kidnapped by the Lich King Akhan." Laing's expression turned serious. "This is the news I just received. Hal Harris sent it over. Take a look."
Everyone took the paper and read it. After reading it, everyone's expression turned serious. François stroked his goatee and frowned. He turned his gaze to Morgiana, who was pale but trembling in fear. The Lake Goddess witch couldn't help but clench her fists in anger. The old man sighed and said, "It seems that Akhan hasn't given up after suffering a major setback in Brittany. He's still trying to revive the Lord of the Dead, Nagash."
"Damn it!" Regent Laun put down the bowl and carefully read the messy message. He said in a muffled voice, "Then, our next opponent is still the Lich King Akhan? That bastard! He single-handedly planned the rebellion in Machubad and almost destroyed the entire country. We should immediately form a new army. "
"A new army?" Berchemund smiled bitterly. "Let me tell you, Laun. First of all, we don't have the military rights to pass through Estalia. We can't even enter Estalia's borders. Secondly, the style of the undead …"
"The style of the undead is like this. If the Lich King Akhan insists on hiding, it's almost impossible for us to find him." Suria nodded. The queen looked at Morgiana worriedly and reached out to grab the Lake Goddess witch's cold hand. "Your Highness Morgiana, as I said before, you can't leave this place."
"That's right, Your Highness Morgiana. It's best if you don't leave Brittany. Also, try to avoid going out alone." Laing nodded. The Knight King frowned. He obviously didn't want to see the Lord of the Undead, Nagash, resurrect. However, as Nagash's most loyal servant, Akhan had always pursued Nagash's interests. Even if he was thwarted in Brittany, Akhan still had alternatives. For example, if he couldn't capture Morgiana, Archbishop Isabella Giovanni of the Church of the Goddess of War, the Church of Milmidia, became his replacement.
The plans of the vampires and the undead could take decades, centuries, or even millennia to complete. They would slowly lay out their plans and get closer to their goals bit by bit. For example, capturing Morgiana and Maxiu Bard's rebellion was a meticulous plan that Lich King Akhan had planned for decades. Even if it failed, Akhan didn't particularly care. He had lived for five thousand years and his lifespan was limitless. Spending another few decades to prepare a new plan was easy for him. If a few decades weren't enough, then a few hundred years would be enough. Could the humans afford to waste time with Akhan?
Everyone was at a loss. Lich King Akhan's whereabouts were uncertain and he knew how to conceal himself. He was also a great undead wizard at the pinnacle of the Saint-level and knew how to cast group teleportation spells. It was extremely difficult to capture him, not to mention the fact that he had several undead armies and several ancient tomb armies under his command.
"Heinrich Kaimler is dead. Mu Xilon has been recovered. We have already expelled the last of the undead forces from the Knight King's Kingdom." François stroked his goatee. "But we have no way of interfering in the internal affairs of foreign countries. As everyone knows, among the eight great churches of the old world, only the Church of the Goddess of Mercy's cathedral is located in Brittany. The remaining cathedrals are generally in the southern countries and the Empire."
"Yes, this is also a problem that I have a headache about." Laing shook his head. Originally, Blood Ancestor Nefrata and Laing had an alliance, but after the battle at the Gate of Valaya, they were already mortal enemies. It was obvious that she couldn't be of help. Knight King thought for a moment and said to Morgiana, "Your Highness Morgiana, you …"
"Don't worry, I'll stay here longer." Laing's words were exactly what Morgiana was thinking. She agreed easily.
"François, Berchemund, La-Messner Abbey needs to be more vigilant and more guards," Laing said to the two dukes, "I'll also inform Ford and Kasvann about this."
The two dukes nodded.
"Olica, do you have a way to contact the Ancient Tomb King, Supreme Queen Kalidas?" Laing asked.
"No problem, master. Kalidas left me a way to contact her, but she emphasized that it has to be against the undead." The dark elf nodded.
"Very well, then let's think about it." Laing looked at everyone present and said, "Apart from Her Highness Morgiana, who else is most likely to be Akerhan's next target?"
"Wait!" Emilia suddenly thought of something. She motioned for everyone to listen to her. "Could it be …"
"Very likely! As for the Empire, I'll have to ask you to take care of it! "
… I'll take care of the section break …
While the meeting was going on in Angran Manor, at the edge of the Roof of the World, Skyvault Castle.
Today, the Jialan Assembly was held here. Thousands of witches had gathered in the magnificent Sky Castle. They were going to vote on the fate of Elder Aurora and the witches of her branch.
In a VIP box, Elder Carolina's expression was ferocious. She looked into the shadows of the room and said, "It's time to act. This is the best time!"
An elegant male voice sounded from the shadows. "No, not now. We don't have enough confidence to take action now."
"We have to wait for Veronica to leave with her people. That woman has a very powerful purifying energy. The Raven Lord told us not to confront her directly."
"Once Veronica leaves, we can make our move. It's time to destroy this council that has been established for hundreds of years!"
"This is the plan to destroy Garan!"
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