Chapter 578, Chaotic Tyrell

"Halfling?" Fulgan felt a little disapproving, but the expression on his face didn't change at all, and he still looked eager for talents. He was thinking about the origin of the halfling.

According to the imperial book "Old World National Geographic" that Fulgan had read, he recalled the halfling.

The halflings come from the Mutland of the Empire. Their history and origin have been mentioned above, so I won’t repeat them here.

Although they are about the same height as dwarves, halflings have never been a race that is good at fighting. Compared with being a warrior, halflings are better at being merchants, innkeepers, musicians, and halflings are more talented in cooking. It is unparalleled in the whole old world. Normally, the cooking methods of mortals are nothing more than boiling, stewing, and roasting. On the basis of this, halflings have developed methods such as frying, smoking, marinating, frying, frying, and stewing. In the human kingdom of the old world, a high-end hotel or tavern must have a halfling chef in charge, otherwise it will be considered not a real "class" shop.

Smaller halflings are natural rogues, good at detection, stealing, deception, and the use of some simple long-range weapons. They have keen eyesight, superb hearing, and the ability to move quickly. They are born to hide themselves quickly and silently. Few races can catch up with the speed. Halflings attach the most importance to clan traditions, and they believe that clan relations are an existence that transcends blood and law.

However, halflings are not far away from war. On the contrary, many halflings are willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race values ​​money the most, but unlike dwarves, halflings love money through expenses. They never Like to hoard money, and spend it on gifts, parties, and purchases as a measure of how well they are doing in a world of lumbering, gigantic races.

When a halfling has accumulated enough wealth to squander the rest of his life, they will return to Mutland to enjoy life, but most halflings obviously can't do it, so halfling mercenaries usually complete a commission, and then find A good place to splurge before taking on the next commission.

Due to their optimistic and cheerful nature and their warm hearts, halflings can always stay away from chaos and corruption. All kinds of jokes and bragging make the journey no longer boring. They are always welcome, but their petty theft is also loved and hated.

"Halflings may be excellent scouts and cooks, but what I need is an elite army with immediate combat power." Fulgrim said calmly, "The expedition is too difficult."

"Happy is a legendary pinnacle, a wanderer who is close to the sanctuary and turned into a wandering swordsman. He was originally a thief and poacher. After coming to Tyrell, he continued to perform various miracles. He used to pretend to be playing The cowardly halfling killed a group of bandits on the spot with a few daggers, and he once successfully assassinated a black and green leather warlord who was pulling away." Amancio motioned Fulgan to listen to him: "The group of halflings under him, each of them Good hands with the bow and crossbow, and they have a secret weapon."

"Secret weapon?" Fulgan became interested now.

"That's the halfling crucible!" Amancio said seriously: "A kind of special thick soup made by halflings. This black thick soup can burn in water. When it touches objects, it will burn continuously until it goes out. Therefore, when it touches a person's body, the skin will be pierced, and then go deep into the bone, and there is no way to extinguish the flame unless the person covered by the flame is completely burned into a mass of ashes."

"So that's the case." Fulgan understood what was going on after a little association, but according to what Amancio said, then this halfling is still worth recruiting: "I see! And that Araby's lamp Magician?"

Amancio looked around, and all the servants immediately retreated knowingly, leaving room for a few people at the banquet.

"No one knows the name of this lamp magician."

"What I can learn is that he came from Araby, passed through the pirate principality of Sartosa, and is now in Tyrell. He is very mysterious. He has always only called himself a wizard. In the past, he has claimed his identity in different ways. From a trade prince to a patriarch exiled from the Academy of Magic, and even the Gilded King who called himself Araby, but no matter what he was, he would quickly deny himself, so we usually call him the 'Golden Mage'."

"He wields an ever-burning golden scimitar, his robes are of the finest embroidered silk, his skin is dusted with gold dust, he looks exotic, his manners are elegant, and he likes to use a heavy-accented gaucho He speaks in a special language, but no one who has really seen his skills will think that he is just an ordinary Arabian nobleman. He only needs a spell to summon fire elemental, wind elemental and sea elemental spirits to attack the enemy, and even create deep sea monsters. Whirlpools and giant thunderstorms, and it is said that he can summon the legendary Arabian lamp god from the ancient jar in times of crisis, but unfortunately no one has seen it, or everyone who has seen it has died."

"Recently, he appeared in Miragliano in Tyrell, wounded and missing an eye, and he publicly announced that he needed a helper, or partner, to assist him in his vengeance. He has several inexhaustible wealth and knowledge.”

"Your Excellency Fulgan, this is his contact address, but my news is that all those who tried to cooperate with him failed and were killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed over a small pieces of paper.

"I see." Fulgan took the piece of paper, with a smile still on his face: "Demon Warlock? Golden Mage? Interesting!"

………I am the dividing line of Oh Moses Roy………

After the banquet, several people came out of the Oriental Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.

On the dimly lit streets of Magritte, Fulgrim and Hadrian chatted about how they met today: "Mrs. Kessler, a halfling, an Arabian, Tyrell is such a chaotic place."

"I don't know much about war and military affairs, Lord Fulgan." Hadrian smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'm just a businessman."

"Businessman?" Fulgan looked at Hadrian, and he continued: "Businessmen are never innocent. How many wars are declared in the name of profit in this world? How many businessmen open up empires in the name of colonization and exploration?" territory?"

"You don't need to use this method to show your obedience, Mr. Hadrian, just do things for me." Forgan continued: "As for who I am? What is my family, you always know One day, but not now."

"Hehehe." Hadrian smiled awkwardly. The big businessman in the southern country felt a little uncomfortable. Compared with Ryan, who had only recently started to restrain his edge, his brother is really... He is like a Very, very gorgeously decorated knight sword, from the outside, this knight sword is too gorgeous to ignore the actual combat use, but even if it is hidden in the scabbard, everyone can feel the power of this knight sword.

And Hadrian had seen the sword unsheathed.

The big trench merchant always has a feeling that Fulgan is too scary, he easily sees through every thought and every inadvertent body language exposed inadvertently, and he is naked in front of him. As soon as the idea came to his mind, Fulgan already knew it.

It would be a pity that such a man should not become a diplomat, thought Hadrian.

"The reason why I don't want to be a diplomat is that my father wants me to use my strength in more important places. In fact, in the era of the Great Expedition, my heirs often served as guards and followers, following my father on missions... Forget it, now It’s meaningless to say these things, Hadrian, tell me, why is Felix a general?” Forgan continued to ask: “I’m not saying he’s not good, but he only has more than 300 cavalry under him, right? To be a general?"

There was only the sound of footsteps in the street, and beyond that only the faint light of fire.

Heir? Mission? Great Crusade? Hadrian felt confused when he heard it, but he understood the last question. After hearing this, he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Fulgan, do you know how many marshals and generals Kislev has?"

"How many?"

"Kislev currently has more than 20 marshals and more than 100 generals. Mrs. Kisler is like this. The military ranks in this country have always been awarded too many and indiscriminately." Hadrian nodded, and he talked about the old The military rank system of the world.

After the Great Holy War, Kislev appointed hundreds of marshals and thousands of generals. Marshals of Kislev are divided into three levels. Except for the Tsar himself as the generalissimo, there are currently three Marshals of Kislev. In addition to the title of Marshal, there are also "Marshals of Arms" subordinates. For example, the Tsarist Shooting Army has a Marshal of the Shooting Army, the Rangers have a Marshal of the Rangers, the Klimt Guards have a Marshal of the Guards, the Keza Warriors have a Marshal of the Keza, and the Husbands have a Marshal of the Guards. Husband Marshal, Bear Cavalry has Bear Cavalry Marshal, in addition to Navy Marshal and Archer First Marshal Second Marshal, Infantry First Marshal Second Marshal and so on.

Anyway, there is a unit with an official designation, and Mrs. Keesler must be named a marshal.

In contrast, the empire is much less. There are only two permanent marshal titles in the entire empire, namely "Marshal Rick" and "Marshal Nuer". Curt Helberg is the ninth Marshal Rick.

As for the country of Brittania, there is no permanent marshal. The King of Knights will consider appointing a marshal only when forming a front army, an expeditionary army, or a holy war army. Thousands of troops are stationed on the border between Britannia and the Empire. For the Kingdom of Knights, they do not need to set military ranks, because if the current commander dies in battle, the knight with the highest combined title and status on the battlefield will immediately take over the command , and out of the shackles of chivalry, the knights will immediately obey the new commander.

"Oh, the supreme lord, Admiral Speyer, will be disappointed... The matter is almost over, we won't stop any longer, and we will leave for Tyrell the day after tomorrow." Fulgan gave the order.

"yes!"

After temporarily successfully absorbing a group of hussars, the Ash Legion took a short rest and immediately set off for Tyrell.

But when the Ash Legion's fleet arrived in Miragliano, someone also arrived in Tyrell.

That was Angron and his Hippogryph.

Today, Angron is very familiar with Tyrell. Ever since he owned the Hippogryph, Angron often rode his Hippogryph Nukelia directly across the Black Mountains, arrived in Tyrell for shopping, and then Pretty shameless to fly over the Black Mountains again so he wouldn't have to pay Carcassonne's entry duties.

In fact, the knights of the Principality of Carcassonne know that there is a hippogryph knight who often smuggles across the border like this, but they also turn a blind eye to this. First of all, many nobles in the kingdom also like to ride Pegasus. What's more, this hippogryph knight once singled out an entire green-skinned tribe, grabbed the green-skinned warlord's shoulders with both hands, and tore a green-skinned warlord that Carcassonne had a headache in half on the spot.

In the distance, the glorious city-state of Miragliano stands here. The Kingdom of Tyrell is divided into several duchies, and Miragliano is obviously the head of the states.

When Angron landed on his hippogryph, he found the city under siege.

This confused Angron. The Primarch of the World Eaters had originally planned that he would order a brand new Seiko pocket watch for his nephew who was about to be born at the watchmaker in Miragliano. There is a famous clock master in Lagraliano, his name is Patek Philippe, and the clocks he made are famous in the old world. Angron came to him this time.

If the watchmaker didn't want to, he'd "persuade" him to, and if a guest didn't want Angron to cut in line, he'd "persuade" them to.

But the problem is not that complicated. The branch of Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is located in Miragliano, and there is also the famous Halfling Queensberry Chamber of Commerce. Angron has dealt with these halflings a lot, and made a small A pocket watch shouldn't be a problem.

Several halflings from the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce saw the appearance of the hippogryph from a long distance away. This ferocious giant beast is a real rarity in the human kingdom...at least in Tyrell, so the halflings immediately rushed forward, They gathered together and said to Angron who had just landed: "Mr. Angron! It's the greatest honor to see you again. I swear your appearance is like the sun appearing in the dark night." , like a pile of sauerkraut with a piece of braised beef..."

"What happened? Why is the city under martial law?" Angron reached out and stroked the hippogryph's neck, and handed him a piece of raw meat. The hippogryph swallowed it immediately and let out a satisfied cry.

"Our prince, Pogier-the besieger was assassinated in the Great Bath!" The halfling roared angrily, and he put his arms around Angron's calf: "Mr. Angron, our prince was assassinated! He Dead, now those mercenaries in the city are vying for the position of prince, are you interested? Halflings will support you!"

"I'm not interested." Angron thought he had come at a bad time, but the task must be completed: "Where's the watchmaker?"

"Okay, okay, the evil master Angron doesn't want to protect Bobby, so Bobby will just take you." Seeing that Angron didn't want to show up, the halfling businessman immediately changed his attitude. He took out a passport from his pocket.

Relying on the pass, Angron successfully entered Miragliano.

In the midsummer season, the streets of the city were very sluggish. Once Pogier died, Miragliano had no prince and ruler, and none of the remaining mercenary chiefs could convince the crowd. The tense situation led to a slump in business. After all, Nobody wants to do business in chaos.

"Hmph! A group of poor bastards enjoying peace and peace are only thinking about fighting for power and profit." Angron yelled dissatisfiedly: "When the people in the north are fully resisting the evil invasion from the south, the people here are still busy fighting civil war."

"Yes, Mr. Angron, the business route of our Queensberry Chamber of Commerce has also suffered. Our profit has decreased year-on-year...the inverse ratio has decreased...the chain has decreased..." the halfling chattered.

"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen!" At this moment, a preacher-like figure who was speaking caught Angron's attention, and he signaled the halfling to shut up.

"Calm down, citizens! During this chaotic time, we have learned that there has been a change in the greenskin tribe in the nearby Black Mountains!" On the chain: "Therefore, I bring the teachings of the great God of War!"

"Oh oh oh! What did the God of War teach us?" The people gathered around shouted loudly. In this chaotic situation, more people put their spirits on the gods.

"Anger, and hatred from the bottom of your heart! It will bring us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to take a deep breath, and then release your battle cry to face the enemy!" The missionary said loudly: "Learn to roar, learn to fight, and learn to slice necks and chests with your axe!"

"Oh oh oh!" There was a loud clamor from below.

"???" Angron's expression changed slightly.

"Imagine, imagine the rushing river of blood! Imagine you destroy the enemy! A mighty will will be watching you, what is that? That is the gift of the goddess Myrmidia? Yes, you who are full of fighting spirit now just want to Take the heads of your enemies, and cut their heads!" shouted the missionary, holding up his right hand, the trembling chain, the dripping blood, and the shaking skull, all three sounded at the same time in a strange frequency : "God, sacrifices are needed!"

"!!!" Angron's hands reached out to the pair of battle axes on his back.

"But we have no enemies before us!" shouted the townspeople with Miragliano.

"Yes, there is indeed no enemy in front of us, but haven't you noticed? The heads of these cowards around us are not bad..."

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the distance, and a mercury bullet flew from the depths of an alley, smashing the missionary's head to pieces, splashing blood and brains all over the ground.

The crowd scattered in screams and panic, leaving only Angron standing in front of the high platform. The Primarch of the World Eaters did not look back. He withdrew his hand that was stretching out for his battle ax: "I can do it three streets away. Smell your dirty smell, sissy."

"His remarks reminded me of Kahn, but Kahn has such a high IQ?" The visitor was followed by a few heavily armed swordsman officers, and the short-barreled muzzle of his hand was smoking, and the silver Her long, silky hair fluttered in the scorching sun.

"Who knows?" Angron smiled, "Long time no see, brother."

"Yeah, long time no see, are you interested in meeting the legendary Arabian lamp god with me?"

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