Rhodes stood in the cold night before dawn, looking at the sparkling city outside the window and lost in thought.
It has been many years since Dennis became the Ice Girl, and he has rarely left Kislev. The last time he left Kislev was seven years ago? Eight years ago?
I don’t remember. In short, in these years, I have always traveled back and forth in Kislev. Either on the Great Wall in the North, in Orengrad, or in the capital city of Kislev. Prager rarely went there
After inspection, the city was captured by the Chaos army a hundred years ago, and the land where the city is located has not been completely healed to this day.
The air there made Rhodes feel uncomfortable. It had an indescribable smell, like a rotten egg that had been left to rot in the corner of the kitchen for several days. It always made him uncomfortable after staying there for a long time. But the residents there had long been used to it.
Among the three major cities in Kislev, Prague has the smallest population and the slowest development. The last time I went to Prague was two years ago...
Memories drift far away along with the cold light of dawn.
It wasn't until my daughter Dennis broke into the room that I was brought back to reality.
Wearing a light blue robe, a pair of gauze gloves, and a mink scarf that you take off as soon as you enter the house. For many years, your daughter has always been dressed like this. She is simple, not luxurious, clean and melancholy.
This is very similar to myself.
Rhodes always felt that at some point, he could always see his own shadow in Dennis.
Or, as she grows up, she will always become more and more like the people around her, especially those closest to her.
"Father, you are standing alone by the window in a daze again."
As Dennis spoke, he took off his robe, revealing his snow-white swan neck and slender collarbones. The air in the room made her feel comfortable. The cut glass windows blocked the intrusion of cold air, and the wood in the fireplace burned red. The whole room
All at a very comfortable temperature.
"I was thinking that Brandiotto should have arrived in Middenheim by now."
Rod said, taking the wine bottle from the wine cabinet, filling the wine glass, and handed it to his daughter.
Dennis shook his hand, "It's better to have some warm water. No matter how weak the drink is, it still contains alcohol. I think I have to get rid of it slowly."
"All right."
"You just said that Brandi Otto has arrived in Middenheim. Are you worried about this?"
"Worrying is out of the question. I'm not worried about Brandiotto's diplomatic skills at all, and I can probably guess what these imperial guys will do."
"Luibaud still rejected us. Failure to give an answer is rejection."
Dennis said sadly.
"He, I have guessed it a long time ago. This is the result we have expected before, isn't it?"
"Rickland and Sylvania are far apart, and the threat of vampires cannot threaten them at all. There is no need to waste money and energy on a distant war."
"Louis Bode doesn't have that kind of foresight. His son may have it in the future, but now..."
Speaking of Karl Franz, Rhodes couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't know how history would turn out now, maybe that trash was just a trash after all.
"Forget it, we can't expect a fledgling child to do anything. Besides, even if he can do anything, it will be in the future."
"Boris Todbringer of Middenland probably won't send troops. Sylvania will have no influence on them. In fact, the old man may even hope that the vampires will weaken his southern neighbor so that he can take advantage of it.
Profit and better control of Tarabek."
"We didn't expect these lords to really contribute."
Dennis echoed.
"Yes, the key to the problem lies in the several imperial provinces bordering Sylvania."
As Rhodes spoke, he walked to the map on the wall and looked up at this huge "world map". It started from the Norsca Peninsula in the north, to the Arabian Desert in the south, to the World's Edge Mountains in the east, and to Bretonnia in the west.
.
This is the largest territory that the Kislevites can draw. South of the southern desert, almost no one has explored it, let alone drawn a map. To the west of Bretonnia is the endless ocean, even if people on the Old Continent know
The other side of the ocean is the home of the high elves. However, very few people have actually set foot on that floating island.
The north, north of Norsca, is almost a forbidden land for humans. No one can endure such a severe cold climate. Even if they can endure it, it will not take long before they are completely corroded by Chaos and become monsters that are neither human nor ghosts.
On the contrary, the land east of the World's Edge Mountains is being explored and developed bit by bit.
"Ostermark, Stirland, and Muttland are still our main goals."
Rhodes pointed at the map and said.
"And Iveyland..."
"Aviland..."
Rhodes repeated it again.
"What happened to Ivyland?"
Dennis frowned and asked.
"Aiwei Territory can actually fight for it, but I'm not sure if it will join. Although it does not directly border Sylvania, it is not far away. Mutt Territory is weak and cannot control the expansion of vampires. In many cases,
We even have to rely on the help of Iverland to defend our hometown. Historically, Iverland has controlled Sylvania for a period of time. These factors make it a potential target. If Iverland agrees to send troops, then
, will undoubtedly be of great help in boosting morale. As long as Ivey sends troops, the confidence of Ostermark, Steele, and Mut will be greatly enhanced. It will even affect the actions of other electors in the west.
Decide."
"However, Marius, the Elector of Iverland, is an eccentric and elusive person."
"A few years ago, he entrusted me to help him rescue his children from Norska in the North, but I failed. Maybe he still resents me."
"However, as a qualified elector, I believe that in the face of the overall interests, he will not stick to these details in the past. But it is hard to say. Maybe he just wants to wait for his good neighbor Mutt to be beaten to death by vampires.
Only when the ground is looking for teeth can we help rescue them, and occupy the entire Mut territory at the same time. These ideas are all possible."
"We have another ally, father."
Dennis blinked and showed a mysterious smile.
"The Dwarves of Torrent Pass."
She continued -
"Torrent Pass is also directly adjacent to Sylvania. Behind Duncanhof Castle is Torrent Pass. If the dwarves join the war..."
"Dennis."
Before his daughter could finish speaking, Rod interrupted her.
"There is no direct conflict between dwarves and vampires. They have little contact with each other and there is no hatred at all. Forcibly provoking conflicts between them and creating conflicts will cause the dwarves to bleed and die. In the short term, it is certainly in our interests, but
Once the lie is exposed in the future, the deep friendship established by Kislev and the dwarves will be shattered into pieces. There will be no possibility of healing. You know, dwarves hate deception and dishonesty the most."