PS: I originally wanted to update twice today, but I stayed up late last night to watch No Total Dungeon, so I will update twice depending on the situation.
May 2525 in the imperial calendar.
The Nurgle dragon ship fleet led by the three Groat brothers is approaching the Sea of Claws at a slow and determined pace.
According to Archaon's arrangement, Nurgle's vanguard army was divided into three groups. The three Grott brothers attacked Marienburg from the Sea of Claws. Gotrit-Spitter crossed Nord and Drakwald to attack Kronburg.
The three cavalry brothers attack Talabheim along the Talabek River. Eventually the three armies will meet under Charlemagne's throne and the imperial capital Brunswick.
The triplets will lead the three armies to invade the heart of the old world. The clay pots full of plague are not only entrusted to the three Groat brothers, but also to the war lords who command the other two armies. The only thing left is to assemble the various parties.
The armies of the great tribes set sail for war.
Fortunately for the old world, Nurgle's army marched very slowly. Even if these children of loving fathers whipped them, they would only move at that speed.
Unfortunately, the slow-moving special effects of Nurgle's army, coupled with their ability to conceal their military goals relatively well, resulted in the Old World not being clear about what the Chaos Vanguard wanted to do. This was a critical moment.
At this time, the vast majority of people still only had self-preservation in their minds. With only half of the country left, many wise people in the empire tried to unite, but at this time their proud army had been defeated in the north.
On the coast of the Claw Sea, which was filled with the light of the evil moon, Otto, one of the three Groat brothers, laughed. He especially liked his giant Chaos Dragon Ship. His kind father gave each of the three brothers one.
Giant ships, these giant ships do not need to be produced. In fact, Norska is the most
The large Dragon Boat Fjord does not have the strength to produce such a giant ship that is hundreds of meters long, but Chaos does not need it. It only needs a large-scale ceremony. The built dragon boat giant floats out of the fjord with a "hoo~" sound.
, everything is ready, just get on the ship.
So when the barbarians shouted "Build ships! Build ships!", they didn't really want to build ships, they just wanted an outlet. As we all know, violent arguments are easier to vent emotions, and rational theories generally suppress irrationality.
, and it is difficult to write rational things, requiring rigorous argumentation and self-consistent logic, while violent arguments not only do not require it, but are also very easy to be recognized by everyone.
It is very unfortunate that this is an idealistic world. When the minds of all Norscans are "shipbuilding", when their wills echo in the warp, and when their souls sing together in the realm of Nurgle,
The loving father Nurgle immediately received a generous gift from the mortal world, and Fat Grandpa was certainly not stingy.
This is how the giant fleet of the three Grote brothers came about.
This probably means "no food, no clothes, the Yankees sent them to us, no ships, no cannons, our loving father built them for us".
The Claw Sea is already full of dangers, and there are mutated abyss monsters everywhere. With a wave of their tentacles, they can penetrate the wooden hull of the giant dragon ship.
What's even more dangerous is that in recent decades, Ulthuan's high-elite fleet has been attracted here.
Although the high elves are full of arrogance and prejudice, the whole world must recognize the contribution of the high elves in fighting chaos. The high elves really believe that they have an obligation to protect the peace of the world (leaving aside the method), so since Teclis and
After the Saviors formed an alliance, the high elves' fleet began to maintain the peace of the Claw Sea and the Great Ocean. In addition to protecting the trade routes, the high elves did feel that they had an obligation to do something.
Whenever the northern wolf ships stray into the open sea, Ulthuan's fleet will spare no effort to encircle and suppress them. The Norscan dragon ships are basically no match for the high elf fleet. For decades,
In fact, when the Groat brothers marched, the old Norscan raiders under their command humbly and kindly reminded the Groat brothers that the high-elite fleet on the Talon Sea was not easy to deal with. How about we
Let’s take the Nordic route.
"The era of the empire on which the sun never sets is over! The pointy-eared brat must die today!" Otto, the eldest brother of the three brothers, shouted.
"I'm going to use the skin of those pointed ears to make a new book of magic." Ezerak, the second brother among the three brothers, laughed wildly.
"Me too." The third brother of the three brothers, Gurit, is a giant Nurgle war beast with no IQ. He probably only knows this sentence.
The three Grote brothers decided to just rush and get it over with.
Sure enough, two weeks after the voyage began, the Chaos Fleet of the three Grote brothers broke into the depths of the Claw Sea. Wherever this extremely filthy dragon ship fleet passed by, it would leave dark green ripples and corrosion on the sea surface.
The stench can be smelled several miles away. This will certainly not be ignored by the high-precision patrol fleet. As the symbolic phoenix flag is raised, the high-precision Eagle Ship fleet begins to appear in the Chaos Fleet.
sight far away.
Accompanied by the high-spirited singing of "Heart of Oak" and "Phoenix Flag Never Falls", a series of heavy banging sounds blasted past the ears of the three Groat brothers.
The Yankee in the balloon was nailed to the side of the dragon boat with a roar.
The eldest brother Otto showed no reaction, while the second brother Ezerak laughed wildly.
Before the laughter stopped, the high-precision claw ballistae bombarded the surface of the dragon ship like raindrops. The watchtower on the front mast was blown to pieces, and several large holes were blown out of the side deck of the hull by the claw ballistae, and splintered wood flew everywhere.
, the Yankee's body was torn apart by the overwhelming firepower of the high spirit.
The three Grote brothers continued to laugh. The Norscans had almost no long range, so they just let the high elves shoot.
After the elves' eagle ships fired several rounds of salvos, the Norscan giant ships still stood tall.
The body of the Yankee that was torn apart by the ballista was healing rapidly. Those that could not heal simply turned into two people. Any fatal damage to the body of the Yankee, unless it was a direct headshot, would be like a toothpick hitting jelly.
It's like putting it on and then passing it through, except for the sounds of popping and popping, and the splashing juice, there is almost no damage.
"Harder! Harder! Pointed-eared boys, have you not eaten?" The eldest brother Otto held a giant war scythe and laughed wildly.
"I'd rather do this, that's it? What about Gua Sha?" The second brother, Ezerak, was not to be outdone.
"Me too!" Third brother Gu Ruite chirped.
The various plagues and thick humus wrapped around the giant dragon ship seemed to be alive. Under the spell of the second brother Ezerak, the humus quickly began to smoke and churn like life, and thin and dense flakes appeared on the edges.
The small sarcoids trembled as if they were alive, covering all the broken parts and wounds caused by the Talon Ballista.
In less than half an hour, a thick, sticky coating filled with all kinds of wriggling maggots replaced the surface of the dragon ship and continued to perform their duties.
After the high-precision Eagle Ship fleet launched a crazy and indiscriminate bombardment, the Dragon Ship Fleet was safe and sound.
The high elves seemed to have realized something, and they began to try to get close to the Norscans. If they could not make the barbarians surrender from a distance, then they would use the most proud of high elves to join gangs and fight!
Several Eagle Ship warships carrying proud high-elite sailors approached quickly. They fired a hail of arrows at the Yankees, then picked up their weapons and prepared to join the gang.
The next second, expressions of extreme horror suddenly appeared on the faces of these highly skilled sailors and crew!
Tentacles, dozens of tentacles!
Dozens of tentacles suddenly appeared under the churning sea surface. The diameter of these tentacles were all over fifty centimeters and the length was up to dozens of meters. They seemed to have magic power and directly entangled the high-spirited eagle ship.
The battleship's mast was cut in half, and the deck was covered with foul-smelling tentacles, which entangled the high elf
An inexplicable mucus was quickly secreted from the surface of the soldier's body, limbs, and tentacles. The high elf's originally shiny skin quickly corroded and smoked after touching the mucus, and then chickenpox and erythema appeared all over the body.
, in their crazy and pitiful screams, dozens of high-precision soldiers melted.
From the skin, to the flesh, to the organs, to the bones, they melted in a real sense.
But these high spirits are still alive! From time to time, screams can be heard in the mud.
After killing the soldiers, the tentacles then violently slammed on the deck surface under Ezerak's order, breaking the mast, smashing the cabin, and whipping the Talon ballistae.
The three high-Essence Eagle Ships that rushed up and planned to jump into a gang fight did not last for more than twenty minutes before they were directly turned into pieces and buried in the belly of the fish. More than a hundred high-Essence warriors fell into the sea filled with stench and foam. Obviously, there was no trace of anything.
There was no hope of escape.
When the remaining high-precision warships saw this scene, the leading flagship immediately signaled a retreat, and the other elf warships quickly turned around and retreated, disappearing into the distance.
"This battle is just the beginning of our revenge. We will dedicate Brunswick to our loving father in front of Charlemagne's corrupt throne!" The eldest brother Otto felt the power of Nurgle.
"All things will eventually decay, and no mortal can avoid it. The only ending is to join us or perish in decay!" The second brother Ezerak raised the staff in his hand, hundreds of giant tentacles on the sea level and his movements
Raise their hands together.
"Me too."
…………I am the same dividing line as me……
In May, Marienburg began to enter the most prosperous stage of the year, but the worst news came from the high elves!
The enemy is coming! Chaos is really coming, heading all the way to Marienburg!
Thousands of dragon ship fleets are slowly but surely approaching, led by the three Groat brothers, the three chosen gods of Nurgle, approaching Marienburg with an unstoppable momentum.
At this time, the population of Marienburg had been reduced by nearly one-third, and the remaining dozens of big trench merchants in the upper and lower chambers of Marienburg had actually made a lot of money after the first wave of retreat.
A total of only three members of the House of Lords chose to leave Marienburg, Archduke Schulz, Viscount Casanova and Bernard Arnault. Due to time constraints, these three members of the House of Lords and six members of the House of Commons could only leave.
Sold all his real estate at prices ranging from 30% to 50%.
Coupled with some of the evacuated small and medium-sized businessmen and many citizens, the ownerless industry in Marienburg has directly reached more than 20%. These huge vacancies and markets have made the big merchants like sharks smelling blood.
A crazy merger!
Gain market share, seize stores, control purchase channels, and complete industry monopoly!
Good times are coming!
What makes these big merchants even more ecstatic is that the Church of the Lady of the Lake has withdrawn from Marienburg, and no one will uphold justice for employees and civilians!
What is the twelve-hour work system, what is the minimum wage, what is workers’ compensation, what is labor security?
These are all decadent and backward feudal remnants that must be swept into the garbage heap of history. We in Marienburg do not want this!
Struggle is the main theme, and we praise workers who work in the early morning!
This is the carnival of capital. For more than a month, all the big businessmen in Marienburg have focused on the merger. Until the high-jing ambassador spread the news to the upper and lower houses, Archduke Valverde and others
Only then did I realize that maybe Chaos was really planning to come!
In the extremely luxurious parliament hall, the new Grand Duke of Marienburg asked everyone for their opinions: "The Chaos Fleet is gradually approaching, everyone."
Member of the House of Lords De Boer believes: "We still have to protect our property. We have no reason not to protect our property. Everyone, please remember that private property is sacred and must not be violated. This is our Marienburg spirit!"
Everyone nodded, and all the property of the people who stayed behind was in Marienburg.
Another Bettencourt Meyers asked tentatively: "Can we still be the same as last time?"
The last time? Archduke Valverde thought of the last incident with Sigvald: "You mean... try to negotiate with the barbarians?"
"The barbarians will come to plunder for two reasons, one is people and the other is materials." De Boer said seriously: "If you ask clearly, what do the barbarians want? Why don't we just give it to them? Let us take a breath.
Wealth will flow back again, what we need now is time to consolidate the achievements you have made over the past month!"
"How is this possible?"
"What kind of messed up decision is this?"
"Are we working for the barbarians? We will give them whatever they want?"
The angry roars of many big businessmen came from the parliament hall. No matter what, businessmen are human beings after all. The last time Sigvald turned his back can be understood as revenge against the Sun King Ryan. After all, he once harmed the interests of Marienburg.
, but this time the Chaos Fleet comes again and you have to grovel, what’s the point?
The vast majority of people still want to stand and make money.
Seeing that most people disagreed, De Boer frowned, and he simply asked Francisco, the commander of Marienburg City Defense: "Then the question is, General Francisco, can you tell us, if the Chaos Army really
I called, do you have any plans?"
"There is no plan." General Francisco shook his head directly.
"No plan? How did you become the commander of the city defense? We pay you a salary of 500 gold marks a year and tens of thousands of gold marks for the maintenance of the city defense army every year. Now you tell us that you have no plan?" Valverde
The Grand Duke said dissatisfiedly: "Have you never thought about how to fight?"
"I have never fought against such a large-scale Chaos army. In the entire Marienburg, probably only Blackbeard Teach actually faced such an enemy in the Battle of the Gate of Noor." General Francisco lowered his head: "It's just that
…”
"What on earth do you want to say? Say it quickly!" Everyone in the parliament hall became impatient. Alan Wertheimer, the president of the largest perfume and luxury goods chamber of commerce in the old world, asked: "Otherwise we can fire you now.
.”
"Why don't we, just like Mr. De Boer said, let's try to contact the barbarians and ask them what conditions they have." Francisco agreed with President De Boer's words a little sheepishly.
"Hey! Do you know what you are talking about? Francisco!"
"Isn't this the time to tell a story?"
"What a joke!"
There were voices of dissatisfaction in the parliament.
"Are you serious? My general?" Grand Duke Valverde's expression changed, but he showed no obvious likes or dislikes.
"I'm serious." The city defense commander nodded.
"How is this possible? Do you think our big sea wall is not strong enough? Our artillery is not powerful enough? Our six wizard towers are not powerful enough? Or do you think the three land-speeders we put in the warehouse are not enough to make the barbarians aware of their difficulties?
And retreat? In the past
Wasn't Tamu Khan's powerful army defeated by Nur's four land ships?" President Bettencourt Meyers was obviously very dissatisfied with Francisco's cowardly behavior.
He scolded directly: "If it doesn't work, change someone else!"
"But what if land and ships are useless?" Francisco emphasized: "If we don't give the Yankees any chance to put forward conditions and explanations, and start a war when they come up, wouldn't it be easy for Marienburg to fall into war?
Will it harm your interests? Furthermore, if a fight really breaks out, what if the land boat doesn’t work? What will everyone do then?"
The entire splendid parliament hall suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
"So, first of all, send people to contact the Yankees to find out what they want. Everything can be discussed. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. Give them everything you can give them. How can they still give Marienburg's land and land to them?"
Move the shops and docks back to Norska?" General Francisco clasped his hands on the sandalwood table: "As long as they can go back, if not, let them attack other places, Marin
If the fort is saved, everyone’s wealth will also be saved, isn’t that true?”
The audience continued to be silent.
Many people had conative expressions on their faces.
It's just so embarrassing and so politically incorrect that everyone is embarrassed to be the first to agree.
Until Princess Valverde moved to speak, he smiled: "I think that although Francisco's approach is a bit unsound...the position is correct, it is still a way to solve the problem, don't you think so?"
Many big merchants nodded immediately.
"Anyway, I would rather pay a large sum of money to let the barbarians retreat, and I can't tolerate the Bretons or the Imperials coming to our Marienburg to cause trouble again!" President De Boer nodded repeatedly, he said nothing.
He said politely: "That guy Ivan came to blackmail us once.
Then the Sun King came and plundered us again. It’s endless, right? You must know that the barbarians go south only once every ten years at most. If evil wolves like Karl Franz or Ryan Macado are allowed to taste the sweetness,
, they will come every day to knock at the bones and suck out the marrow, this is the real disaster and doomsday!"
"Oh oh oh, that's good!"
"One thing to say, one thing to say, it's true!"
"Better give to the Yankees than to the jackals!"
"Paying money to let the Yankees retreat is a necessary expense. Paying money to organize the city defense and hiring all the mercenary groups, including those ogre mercenaries to defend our achievements, is also a necessary expense." DeBoer continued.
He said, waving his fist: "But asking for help from the empire? Arming citizens to go to war? These are additional, unnecessary expenses. Who knows what will happen after those people get our money and get our weapons?"
"And that...Tsarina Katarina? She is in Britannia now, right? How about we pay her to help us fight? An employment contract is so simple. Isn't she short of money? The price is high.
Just don’t order it!”
There are more voices agreeing. Spend what should be spent, and try to save what you can.
"Perhaps things are not that bad. It is true that barbarians came to Marienburg to plunder in history, but the number of times was small. We have also concluded many armistice agreements. Among them, the most famous 'Crimson Agreement' guaranteed nearly 400
Years of peace?" Balve
Grand Duke De finally spoke: "I think we can follow Francisco's advice for the time being. Don't worry. Everyone, maybe the barbarians just want a small gift. Maybe it's a misunderstanding. Everything will get better. Don't worry. Let's see what happens next.
What’s going to happen down there.”
"But what if the barbarians are really here to destroy us?" Some MPs still asked.
"Then our solid city defense of Marienburg, our legendary mercenary team, our wizard tower, and the three land speeders will accompany the Yankees to the end!" Francisco stood up, and the city defense commander looked like
He is the hero who saves the city and shines brightly: "It is the most glorious thing in the world for a man to die to protect his property! We will let them understand what an iron-blooded businessman is, what an iron-blooded Marienburg is, and what an iron-blooded capitalist is.
Applause erupted in the chamber of the House of Representatives! Everyone was impressed by General Francisco's wit, and the applause lasted for a long time.
In this way, the meeting lasted until evening, and Marienburg's response plan was finalized.