Brandiotto took a small boat and headed west along the Luan River. The breeze came slowly from both sides of the river bank, taking them all the way to the base camp of the Imperial Alliance Army.
Before arriving at the border castle, Brandiotto heard the shouts of the legions on both sides of the river.
Some are carrying out pre-war sloganeering, some are practicing, and some, with nothing to do, are holding martial arts competitions.
The sound of clashing weapons and the shouts of men rang out together. As the distance got closer, more tents and military flags appeared. On the black horizon, countless white military tents stretched up and down until the end of the line of sight.
There are at least ten thousand people here? Maybe more.
Brandiotto didn't know how many troops the empire had sent. At first, he had won the support of four imperial provinces and estimated that the number of troops invested would only be more than 10,000. Now, the empire coming to the border of Sylvania
The number of troops is obviously more than 10,000.
Including the logistics personnel, Brandiotto conservatively estimates that there are 40,000 to 50,000 people. And this number is still rising. Although only about one-quarter or one-fifth of the personnel will actually be engaged in combat, this number of troops will be enough.
It can be considered a huge momentum.
The war, which was originally of no benefit to the western provinces, became meaningful as more and more electors joined the war. No one wanted to miss this cake. It seemed so inevitable that it would be won.
With their lineup, at the beginning of the war, it seemed that the vampires would be defeated.
hope so.
Brandi Otto prayed in his heart.
Soon, the boat took them to the outskirts of the border castle.
Brandiotto saw that the stone wall above the castle was full of guards, all Reikland soldiers. Obviously, the arrival of the imperial army directly replaced the guards in the city.
The huge iron gate slowly rises, and the boat shuttles in the narrow river, walking from the sun into the shadow, and back to the sunshine again.
The emperor's only son, Karl Franz, was waiting for him on the river bank. Next to the young prince, stood a tall man. Judging from the gorgeous heavy plate armor on his body, he was definitely a high-ranking officer.
The appearance of the young prince made Brandi Otto feel a little relieved. When he was on a mission to Altdorf, the young prince did not attend the appointment, which left a very bad impression on him. Now, he finally saw his true appearance.
It can be seen that Carl is more handsome and cheerful than his father. Although he is young, he exudes a proud heroic spirit. He has delicate eyebrows, and his body is neither thin nor strong. The red royal cloak is in the crowd.
It looks particularly dazzling.
"You must be Prince Karl Franz?"
Brandiotto walked ashore and asked respectfully.
"Yes, welcome to your arrival, the messenger of Kislev, His Excellency Brandi Otto."
The young man nodded, with a kind look on his handsome face. This was not the same as the image of the prince in Brandi Otto's imagination. Brandi Otto had long heard that Prince Karl Franz was a playboy and a naughty boy.
But now it seems that his image can at least support the royal family's reputation.
"Please come with me, father is waiting for you in the castle."
Karl walked ahead with a smile.
They went up the spiral steps of the castle, and at the top floor, Brandiotto once again saw the emperor himself. This was his second meeting with the emperor.
Different from the restrained atmosphere last time, this time the atmosphere of the meeting seemed much more relaxed and natural.
Perhaps there was no longer persuasion or purposeful persuasion, but a common goal. Emperor Louis Bode greeted Brandiotto cordially as soon as they met.
"Your Majesty the Great Emperor."
Brandiotto is still respectful.
"I just saw your army on the road, as well as many soldiers and generals gathered from all directions of the great empire. By the gods, this is the most spectacular army I have ever seen."
Brandiotto bowed and said. The compliment was true, but it also had his own goals. Brandiotto said while observing the emperor's reaction.
"Thanks for the compliment."
"Your Majesty the Great Emperor, I have just come from Morfinn Castle in the north. Lord Wolfram has already led his army south and is preparing to cross the Mirar Gorge and attack the hinterland of Sylvania from the front.
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"Praise the gods, their soldiers are really high in morale and energetic. I saw Lord Wolfram personally leading them towards the Sylvanian border."
"Before I set off, Snow Queen Denis also led Kislev's elite army into Thunder Castle. Lord Rhodes will soon conquer Blood Rock Castle and take Wadenhof directly."
Brandiotto spoke in a loud voice, reporting what he had seen along the way.
An awkward smile appeared on the emperor's face. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up the wine glass on the table, and took a sip.
"We will leave soon."
"At that time, the three armies will converge at Nachtafen Castle and play the song of death for the destruction of vampires."
"Then may I ask, Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Victory is right in front of you."
Brandiotto took a small step forward excitedly, but was stopped by the mage next to the emperor with sharp eyes.
Tiras-Gorman was wearing a fiery red robe and holding a golden staff. Although he did not make any movements to cast spells, his whole body was exuding a blazing temperature.
Before Brandi Otto got close, he felt an irresistible sense of oppression.
He no longer makes any moves.
The emperor smiled——
"We have to fight a well-prepared war. War requires sufficient logistical resources, food, grass and other military supplies. As you just saw, the largest legions in the entire Old World are gathered here. This also requires a huge amount of war materials. Otherwise, we need to prepare a huge amount of war materials.
, if you rush into the land of the dead rashly, unpredictable situations will happen."
"Your Excellency Brandiotto, if you know anything about military affairs, you will know that an army of 10,000 people and an army of 1,000 people marching to fight are two different things. Look, across the river is Sylvania."
Emperor Louis Bode pointed to the large forest and land outside the window.
"There are dark clouds there, and the land of the dead is full of thorns and death traps. I must make the soldiers fully prepared to deal with the threat of the wind of death."
"Today's preparation is to achieve a better victory tomorrow."
Louis Bode said confidently.
However, Brandiotto had already guessed the psychology of the emperor and other electors. The reason why they stood still was because they did not want to make the first move.
Everyone hopes that others will make the first move, allowing the undead to consume his family's strength, and then enter the scene at the last moment to reap the spoils.
Ever since, no one wanted to move, they were all waiting for the other to make the first move.
Especially the Reik Territory, Wesen Territory, Hawk Territory, and Talabek Territory, which have nothing to do with these camps. They just want to get a share of the vampire war, and they don't want to sacrifice their troops or men at all.