"We must join forces. This may be the last chance, the only chance to uproot the vampire power from the land of Sylvania."
In the meeting hall of Wadenhofburg, when Rhodes clenched his fists and confidently spoke about the alliance, Yuri, the great reciter of the Empire, had a calm and indifferent look on his face.
The old priest was stroking the sacred vessel with one hand and holding the seat with the other. There was some uneasiness and helplessness in his eyes.
"Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Great Lord, you must know one fact - the empire is withdrawing its troops. Nunn's artillery regiment has withdrawn from all of Sylvania, Aiwei Land, Mutt Land, and Stir.
The troops of several camps were standing still on the border. The emperor was also hesitating whether to continue participating in the war. The young prince Karl was injured and could no longer go to the front line. Several great leaders were undecided, and only the Ostermark leader was still sending troops sporadically.
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"The evolution of the Sylvania battle to the current situation is really unexpected. Now, only you and Kislev are still fighting tenaciously, approaching the hinterland of the undead."
"I can understand the strength of your beliefs and the beauty of your wishes, and I deeply admire you, but we must accept the reality, Lord White Bear."
Yuri, who was sitting on the wooden chair, looked at Rhodes with deep eyes. He looked at the man in front of him who was about the same age as him but still possessed of enthusiasm.
"Reality can be changed through human efforts. Even though the road ahead is full of difficulties, we must try and try hard. Your Excellency, the great chanter, you were once a great warrior. Why are you still so dark today?
When you are under pressure, you don’t dare to stand up and fight against it?”
"The Snow Queen has gained the trust of the human lords across Sylvania. Small lords from various places in the Land of the Dead are gathering from all directions at this moment. Hundreds of people armed with sickles, daggers, and spears
Soldiers and even farmers are coming. There are also knights scattered all over the place. They are coming in a steady stream. Because they see hope."
"I saw the hope of freedom and survival. Even if this hope is very slim. But it is hope after all. As long as there is hope, people will have the courage to fight. Even ordinary soldiers and knights like them are facing this war.
Full of hope, why should you and I lose confidence?"
"How many are they?"
The great chanter asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"It adds up to thousands. Or even more. The number is still increasing. I'm not sure what the final number will be. But it is definitely beyond our expectations."
"But they are not well equipped, and the quality of their soldiers is also uneven. Now, we need an elite force to fight against the undead, and you are exactly this force."
"The battle priests and elite knights from the empire can be in the center of the battlefield and become the mainstay of the coalition. Once the barrier of faith is formed, the soldiers will no longer be afraid and will no longer retreat. The Ice and Snow Coalition needs it, and the empire also needs it."
"We join forces, this is the last hope, believe me, Your Excellency the Great Chanter."
Rhodes persuaded him impassionedly, but the old priest in front of him still had a serious face and lingered in silence in the hall.
"I must be responsible for the lives of the priests. They are the most elite warriors in the empire. Once they fall on this corrupt land, their bodies will become the sharp blades and trump cards in the hands of the necromancers. You must know that this is not
An ordinary battlefield is the place of the dead. Once we fail, the flesh and blood of the soldiers will become sharp blades in the hands of the enemy, which in turn threatens us."
"I don't want to see the devout followers of Sigmar end up enslaved by evil wizards. Although their unyielding will will fight against evil wizards forever, their rotten bodies will no longer be controlled by them."
"It is precisely because of this that the troubles of Sylvania cannot be eliminated on the territory of the empire for hundreds of years."
Rhodes retorted.
"Human beings' biggest enemy is themselves. Do you know the famous saying of those necromancers? - Human beings who don't care about life are the most terrifying."
"Our biggest enemy is ourselves. Those evil necromancy spells are not as terrifying as imagined. The number and ability of necromancers are also limited. Once the spear of order pierces the shackles of darkness, it will crush the undead army like a torrent.
The front line, the beheading operation, is the key to the War of the Dead."
"As long as the vampires who control the undead army are killed, the remaining thousands of zombies and corrupted monsters will lose control and become a group of headless flies."
"We need the most elite combat priests. I will send the most elite bear knights from Kislev, and at that time, I will personally lead the charge. Believe me, the outcome will be determined in one battle."
The heroic and sonorous speech echoed in the hall. Even the battle priest guards around Yuri could not hold back their emotions and were eager to give it a try. But the great chanter himself still sat like a statue, motionless.
"By the way, there are also management issues after the war. Duncanhof has been shrouded in the wind of death for hundreds of years. The power of the undead there is beyond our control. So, I plan to let you
People, take over that place and purify that city. Together we will manage this land contaminated by vampires."
"When all the black churches are demolished, I hope to see new temples of Sigmar standing in that city. And the Temple of Esun will also appear together."
When he said this, you could see that the great chanter's originally firm expression had begun to loosen.
Building the Temple of Sigmar in the black city is equivalent to letting the Church of Sigmar take over the religious affairs here. It is also equivalent to intervening in half of the political affairs. This condition is obviously more tempting than any empty rhetoric.
"I will think about it."
Finally, the great chanter Yuri said loosely.
"More importantly, the Black Library..."
Rhodes paused deliberately. You could see the corner of the great chanter's mouth twitching slightly.
"I think my biggest headache is the library. There are countless ancient books and classics there. I can't identify them one by one, and all the priests and mages from Kislev join in the research, and they can't decipher them.
More importantly, it is a force that we cannot control. Unless, a fire burns them all..."
"No!"
When he said this, Yuri couldn't sit still anymore and stood up from his chair.
"Those classics and ancient books record the history of the empire. Although most of them have been corrupted, they can also be purified. Give them to the temple and we will take good care of them. Knowledge is power, great lord. That is not with the sharp blade and
The power that can be achieved with an axe. Faith can be corrupted or purified. History should not be blackened or forgotten."
The great chanter made promises and guarantees without hesitation.
Rhodes glanced at the old man in front of him, deliberately showing an embarrassed look...