"Of course, the golden words chosen by our ancestors are the best wishes in this world." Genom laughed.
"Vaulana?" Snorri chose the common form of Valaya, "May the ancestral goddess bless her."
"Valana-Gnotir, that sounds really good!" Gnom naturally had no objection. Gnodir means Gnom's daughter, and the dwarf's surname is the suffix of his father's name.
"Your Majesty, we have the latest news!" The brothers had just picked up the wine glasses, but before they had time to moisten their throats, they were interrupted by a clerk who came in a hurry.
"The first batch of military expenditures for Marienburg has just been received, and the merchant council hopes that you will send troops as soon as possible!"
"Okay! There are more Chaos cubs in the north than green mushrooms! When do we set off? My warhammer is already thirsty!"
Gnom smashed his beer glass. After receiving the news, he strongly supported his brother's revenge plan and rushed back with a team in advance to prepare for the fight. To settle the hatred, eliminate Chaos, and harvest a large amount of gold, nothing compares to one move.
Three more perfect plans.
"Don't worry, my brother." Snorri grinned, "When your wallet falls, don't you try to pick it back up?"
"Wallet?" Gnom muttered, "You mean? But wasn't it thrown away voluntarily?" He realized that the Lord of the City could hear Snorri's metaphor.
"Uh-huh, the hand that threw the wallet went crazy and lost control."
"Hands? Doesn't the pig's head count?"
"Forget it, this metaphor is inappropriate, but don't worry yet!" Snorri shook his head.
The speed of the humans delivering messages was a little slower than he expected, and the gryphons left such a deep impression on him that he thought the humans had an air force. This powerful and noble beast was only revered as a symbol in the human empire.
Second only to Sigma's hammer.
But even though humans have been trying to domesticate them artificially in recent years with the help of the Emerald Mage, only the richest and most powerful imperial nobles have the opportunity to ride a griffin. Most information still relies on horseback
of riders to spread.
The two brothers walked out hand in hand. Everyone in the Drazkrad clan's face was filled with joy. Three dwarf kings were born in one clan. Except in the era of the ancestors and gods, there was no such grand occasion.
"Urgent report!"
Another messenger ran over. He saw Gnom and communicated with Snorri with questioning eyes.
"Tell me, there are no outsiders here."
"Elector William of Reich has convened a meeting of electors to impeach Dieter IV!" Although the message from the messenger was short, it was extremely explosive.
"I knew he wouldn't be able to bear it!" Snorri muttered. "Get ready to go to war, right away! Go help our friends in Marienburg!" He shouted at a higher volume.
The order of the King of the South was implemented instantly, and in just one meal, an elite group of several hundred dwarves gathered.
The tribesmen were gearing up, but Snorri didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave the fortress. He led the team around half a circle from the central hall before setting off. Under his deliberate actions, every resident of Eternal Peak had a glimpse of the army.
of style.
"In the past few years, the kings of the old world have not been idle. We have joined forces to clean up the earth network. From here to Breeze Castle, we are under our control. A forced march is the fastest..."
"Don't be in a hurry, let's walk slowly." Snorri comforted his elder brother.
"My king, why are we in a hurry to set off, but not in a hurry to march?" Gotrek, who was carrying the military flag, slowed down a little and stood side by side with Snorri's anvil.
"War is a means to serve politics. The life of every tribesman is precious. It is best if there is no bloodshed. The tough battle is still ahead!" Snorri smiled. He looked in the direction of the Blackfire Pass and considered himself.
How long will it take for the news of sending troops to reach the electors?
In the rebuilt Nuln City, everything was as expected by Snorri. The news that he was sending troops was like the straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting the anger of the electors.
Dieter IV's family has held the throne for more than 50 years for three generations. The family's power is huge and intricate. Therefore, after William III proposed impeachment, many holders of the right to elect the emperor were waiting and watching. They wanted to know about Marion
Whether Fort can really raise enough power to protect itself and support independence.
"We can't wait any longer! If we let those profit-seeking guys slow down, the empire will lose her brightest pearl!" William slapped the table in the largest tavern in the city.
"You're right, Southerner! That stupid pig must get out." A rough voice continued. The speaker was wearing a white wolf fur coat. It was obvious that he was the Elector of Midden.
Middenland is the most powerful province in the northern part of the empire, influencing the surrounding areas. At the same time, it is also the center of faith of the white wolf god Ulric, and the Great Temple of Ulric and his holy fire are located here.
"But why should we elect you to take over, and not me, Prince Leopold of Kronburg, Guardian of the Drakwald Forest, Elector of the House of Bilderhoven?"
William III looked at the guy sitting opposite him, the fury of the Winter Wolf pulsating in his veins. The Euric Cult is one of the oldest faiths in the empire, second only to the Cult of Sigmar in power and influence.
"The problem of Marienburg is difficult to solve with anger and warhammer. What we want is not the ruins of a land." William III prepared his own words, but it was a pity that other electors were not so easily persuaded.
Soon, two more electors joined the competition. If no successor can be found, or the successor fails to successfully change the status quo, then what is the point of this impeachment?
"As Elector of Reikland, Prince of Altdorf, and Earl of the West, I promise that if I cannot take back Marienburg, I will automatically abdicate!" After a long argument, William took out his killer move.
"There must be a time limit!" After a short silence, the Elector Midden said.
"One year!"
"I agree!"
"The Cult of Sigmar agrees!"
"Talabeck agrees!"
After receiving the assurance, hands were raised one after another. Those in power could see that this matter was extremely urgent.
"Well, I hope we won't get together here again in a year. It will be a strenuous trip." Seeing that more than half of the votes had been counted, Leopold shrugged.
After reaching a consensus, the electors filed out, surrounded by guards in various uniforms, and headed straight for the palace.
"I'm sorry to tell you that you have been deposed. And I, William III, will serve as Emperor of the Empire and take me back to Marienburg!"
