On the cold mountain roads of the Gray Mountains, Duke Casfan of Palavon and his army are trekking hard. The knights are brightly armored. The glory and enthusiasm of the expedition were once overflowing on the faces of the knights. They are very excited about this time.
expedition with great confidence.
The knights marching in Britannia was a very beautiful scene in the old world. It was an unparalleled beauty on the Gray Lady's Road, which was only in black and white. Each knight carried three to four horses, all of which were
The war horses are all covered with fine fine horse clothes. There are hundreds of family coats of arms from more than a dozen principalities in the Kingdom of Knights. Even the heraldry master of the kingdom would take a long time to gradually identify them.
After the team, a baggage convoy composed of hundreds of free people formed a long dragon, followed by an infantry regiment composed of squires, grooms, cooks, heralds, priests and serfs. The sergeants guarded the baggage, forming a beautiful scenery.
But it's time to go.
Now, continuous rain is falling from high altitude. This terrible sleet has caused huge harm to Casfan's army. The bone-deep ice and cold are washing over the huge cliffs on both sides of the road, and the dark clouds above the sky are roaring.
Screaming and wailing, gray rain curtains fell from the huge air masses, tormenting Casfan's army.
The enthusiasm for the expedition was therefore unsustainable. Only those who have experienced the horror of rain, sleet and snow in the high mountain environment will know. The morale of the knights was severely affected. The weak knights lowered their heads and said nothing, and walked on silently.
, the knights who still had the energy kept cursing and complaining about the annoying weather.
The knights were able to persevere in the face of this kind of weather. The heavy losses were caused by the serf infantry regiment. Their animal skin cloaks or woolen clothes might keep them warm on weekdays, but they were powerless against this level of severe cold. People died every day on the march.
Many shallow graves were left.
Even so, Casfan's army was still crossing the Gray Mountains at a relatively fast speed.
The target is aimed directly at Helmgart.
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Helmgart at night, Emperor's Rest Hotel.
Helmgart, as an important garrison point of the empire, has a special palace for the emperor. Now, a lively dinner is being held at the Emperor's Rest Hotel, because the scout's investigation shows that Casfan's army wants to arrive here at least
It takes three days.
The dinner was very lively. The war between the Empire and Britannia attracted the attention of the human countries in the old world. In addition to Ryan and others who came from afar, Fourcade, Duke of Montfort of Britannia, was also present. The Empire also
Several electors came.
Everyone wanted to watch this war, which was an important opportunity to assess the strength of the Reich and the capabilities of Karl-Franz.
Not all the attendees wanted to participate in this dinner. At least Julius and Gerald did not like this dinner. They sat in the corner boringly, eating silently.
Some people, however, enjoy the dinner party like a fish in water.
"Hey! Boris! I see your Sima face again!" Lane, who was dressed as an earl, held a wine glass and pointed at Boris Todbring, the Elector of Wallrich and the Grand Duke of Middenland, with a smile.
Ge: "You have this expression of bitterness and hatred all day long. It makes people feel unlucky to look at you!"
"Hey! Ryan, you bastard, when I get the chance, I will push your pretty face into the cold swamp of Drakwald Forest to make you understand what cruelty is!" When Elector Boris saw Ryan appear, then
Zhang's stern face finally showed a little smile: "Okay, Yurik, we meet again. The story of how we expelled the Great Demon of Nurgle on the Kurona Plains last time is still fresh in my mind.
Praise to Yurik, that was a beautiful victory."
After speaking, Elector Boris glanced deliberately at Emperor Karl-Franz who was standing next to Ryan.
The emperor smiled thoughtfully at Ryan and said, "I knew you were familiar with each other."
Boris was once one of the candidates for the throne. His maternal grandmother was married to Heinz, the younger brother of the savior Ludwig. Compared to Carl Franz’s grandfather Leopold, Boris’s bloodline was even deeper.
Close to Ludwig.
Therefore, he has always been feared by Karl Franz. In a sense, the opposition between Boris and Karl Franz represents the opposition between the northern sect led by Ulric and the southern sect led by the three major churches in the empire.
"Yes, Your Majesty Franz, I have known him for a long time, but I was not very familiar with him until the last battle on the Kurona Plains." Ryan said with some fun, he was slightly taller than the emperor: "
If it weren't for Boris, I might be dead."
"This is indeed a great war..." Before Karl Franz could say anything else, a champion knight of the Griffin Knights roared into the dinner: "That bastard! The one who doesn't want to call His Majesty the Emperor."
Where is the asshole? I want to duel him!"
The heavily armed knight quickly found Ryan's figure. Most people understood Ryan's unwillingness to call Karl Franz "Emperor" because Ryan was not an aristocrat of the empire, but there were many loyal people.
The Imperial Knights are very dissatisfied with this divinely chosen champion who rose from Nord and has a strong connection with the Empire. They want to tear Ryan's pride into pieces.
Ryan's name is so famous that all the nobles of the empire have heard of his feats. The imperial knights naturally know that they need to send out equivalent champion knights.
The person facing the challenge is Rogge, the champion knight of the Griffin Knights.
Before Ryan could speak, the champion knight took out a glove and threw it at Ryan.
Standing not far away, Francois, who was communicating with a Moorish knight, frowned. Duke Wenford noticed that Karl Franz did not object, but wanted to see what was going on with great interest.
continue to develop.
Francois thought that this might be a coincidence that suited the emperor's wishes. It seemed that the new emperor of the empire was also very interested in Ryan's strength. Or maybe this was not a coincidence at all, but an intentional arrangement by Karl Franz.
The new emperor of the empire acted domineeringly and had a tough style, but he also inherited his father Luitpold's excellent diplomatic skills. Within a few years of taking the throne, the young emperor not only secured his position through a series of diplomatic means and military victories,
The position of emperor also gradually integrated the power of the empire.
Francois thought of the aging knight king Richard of Britannia and sighed in his heart.
It is already a recognized situation in the old world that Richard is not as good as Carl Franz. It is said that Richard intends to let his distant grandnephew, Lawn-Leo Cornwall, Duke of Connet, take over the knight throne, but because of Moji
Anna was seriously injured and the matter was shelved, and in François' view, Richard was still very attached to the throne and unwilling to give up the throne.
"For the sake of honor, I can't refuse this challenge." Ryan took over the gloves, and the Fairy in the Lake chose the champion with a faint smile on his face: "But the showdown between us cannot be meaningless. We are all fellow human beings, right?
What?"
"What Ryan said makes sense." Emperor Karl-Franz nodded and smiled, and his attendant quickly delivered two pieces of velvet satin: "This is a satin produced by the famous Mrs. Egger tailor shop in Brunswick. I will
It rewards the victor."
Then you are giving a gift to my baby daughter, Francois thought.
"Then, please excuse me for a moment, Your Majesty Franz, and Boris." When Ryan saw the reward, a smile appeared on the face of the Holy Grail Knight, and he followed the champion knight of the Griffin Knights out of the hotel door.
.
Umberto Corleone, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Iverland, approached the emperor with red wine. The bearded Elector whispered: "Did you arrange it?"
"Why not? We have to know how powerful he is, right?" Karl Franz shrugged: "Twenty-nine years old, earl, captain of the Holy Grail Knights, divinely chosen champion, banished demon... Should we go out and take a look?
The duel process..."
"Boom!!!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a huge noise outside the hotel, like the sound of a blunt instrument breaking something.
The expressions of Karl Franz and Umberto changed.
Everyone at the dinner subconsciously looked towards the hotel door.
The knight on the other side of the mountain, Count Ryan Malcador, walked into the dinner party from the hotel door again with a smile on his face. He dragged one of the legs of the champion knight Rogge of the Griffin Knights. The champion knight's plate armor slid against the ground.
, making a metallic screeching sound.
The champion knight of the Griffin Knights was unconscious. His eyes turned white and he vomited gastric juice. He was unconscious, but his life was probably not in danger. The emperor's attendants quickly dragged this shameful thing out of the banquet venue.
"I knew it would be like this." Elector Boris said gloatingly. Seeing the emperor's champion knight defeated with a hammer, Boris felt happy.
It was us, the White Wolf Knights, now it's your turn.
The champion chosen by the Fairy of the Lake took away the silk satin and came to the emperor with a glass goblet: "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty, let us continue."
"Okay." Karl Franz still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.
A violent storm blew up in the emperor's heart. The Griffin Knights are a personal knighthood that serves the emperor. Their strength is not as strong as that of the top knights of the empire. The champion knight Rogge is thirty-five years old this year.
He was a legendary mid-level, but he was defeated by Ryan with a hammer.
What did my empire miss?
On the surface, the emperor still looked as normal. He first introduced to Ryan: "I don't need to introduce Boris. Come on, the divinely chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake. This is the Elector of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Iveyland."
Your Excellency Umberto Corleone, Iverland is the agriculture of the Empire.
A large province, it is also the richest province after Reikland. His Excellency Umberto is the only remaining elector who participated in the great holy war. He not only voted for my grandfather, but also voted for my father.
Years ago, he also voted for me with his precious vote."
"Hello, Your Excellency Umberto." Ryan knew that the bearded elector in front of him was unfathomably powerful and was also an important political ally of Karl Franz. He expressed enough respect: "Can you and
It's an honor for you to meet me."
"Not bad, young man." Umberto patted Ryan on the shoulder: "I look forward to more exciting performances from you in the future."
Then, an elector with a somewhat rich and sad face and a slender beard came to Lane under the introduction of the emperor. Karl Franz introduced enthusiastically: "This is the elector Wolfen.
The Grand Duke of Oost, Vamir von Zhukov, the Oost Territory is a territory filled with forests and mountains. Since he came to the throne, Lord Varmir has spent his whole life dealing with the mountains and the darkness in the forest.
Against all creatures, he is an excellent general and the guardian of the northern frontier of the empire."
"I have heard your name a long time ago, Lion Malcador." The Oster Territory is close to the Kingdom of Nord in the west and Kislev in the east. Of course, Varmir has heard of Ryan's name: "It's my first time to meet you. It's an honor to meet you.
to you."
"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Varmir." Ryan also nodded and said hello. Osterland is the most remote area of the empire. To this day, this province has still not recovered from the devastation of the Great Holy War. Every choice
The imperial capital and the northern barbarians have been fighting against the dark creatures in the forests and mountains for decades.
"This is Baron Wolfen Oleg von Zhukov, the heir to Elector Varmir." Karl Franz then introduced: "An excellent general."
This is a young man in his twenties. He wears a mink fur hat and clothes with the red bull family crest. He has a strong body and holds out his hand to Ryan powerfully and proudly: "You
Well, Sir Ryan Malcador, I am Oleg, and your strength has left a deep impression on me. We hate Chaos so much, and I think we might be able to become friends."
"Haha~ I think our hatred of Chaos will always outweigh the small conflicts between us." Ryan shook hands with him: "The scum of Chaos will definitely be destroyed, I firmly believe it."
"I believe it too." Oleg nodded. For some reason, he and Ryan felt particularly connected as soon as they met, and the two quickly found a place to communicate in private.
"You have an excellent son, Lord Wamir." Emperor Karl-Franz calmly said to Elector Wamil: "It's just that many of his ideas are too bold. It's not like the empire has not tried to penetrate into the northern wasteland.
To wipe out the barbarian tribes, but once we go too deep, we will suffer heavy losses every time, and we may even never return."
"Oleg is a brave boy. He found a teacher for himself, a White Wolf Paladin who was drunk in Wolfenburg." Vamir said: "Oleg was raped by this knight in the tavern.
I was conquered by his strength and made him my disciple. I didn’t agree at first, but the strength of this paladin is far beyond imagination. If it hadn’t been for his help, our entire army might have been annihilated in the Battle of Wolfsburg.”
"Then it can only be said that Oleg is qualified to be accepted as a disciple because he is outstanding." The emperor nodded.
"Speaking of which, my lord, how do you plan to deal with this invasion of Kasfanen?" Elector Varmir held the red wine and whispered: "The knights on the other side of the mountain are not easy to deal with."
"I already have a plan." The emperor's voice was full of pride and confidence: "Let's see." (To be continued)