Chapter 1135, Deworming and Shooting the Sun
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Early Imperial Calendar 2521, Old World, Empire, Middenland, Middenheim.
A luxurious carriage was escorted by the White Wolf Knights to the Royal Academy of Music in White Wolf City.
At this time, two young and beautiful female students of the music academy were already standing at the door and waiting.
They were all natives of Middenheim, blond and very beautiful but not too gorgeous, one holding an organ and the other a marlin.
Klaus Stauffenberg, a senior member of the White Wolf Knight, a member of the Teutonic Ochen Guard, and the head of the Brotherhood of Axes, an elite military organization in Middenland, strode out of the carriage. The Teutonic Guard is in his fifties this year , has been serving for nearly forty years. When he saw the two girls, he smiled politely: "Hello, you were very satisfied with the performance last time, so I would like to invite you to play for you this time."
"Yes!" The two girls couldn't help being excited.
They all came from the local aristocratic families in Middenheim. Now everyone knows that the second wife of the Elector Boris Todbringer, Anne, has "died of illness". Recently, the Elector himself has been very depressed and stayed away from government affairs On the one hand, the ministers of Middenheim's court took the opportunity to control the military and political power for their own benefit, and on the other hand, they also talked about the succession of the Elector himself, so they took the initiative to choose some noble ladies to present to Boris. Elector.
Although the Elector Boris himself is nearly 80 years old this year, it is said that reliable sources say that Boris has "abstained from sex" after the age of 55, but after receiving the help of the wood elves and drinking the fountain of life, there are many sources. It proves that Boris has successfully "rejuvenated his glory".
The two girls are naturally very eager to become the wife of the elector, which means becoming half the master of White Wolf City, and now Boris has only two sons and one daughter left. The eldest son Heinrich is an illegitimate child, although He is excellent in military and political affairs but he is not a direct descendant. The second son, Stefan, is the eldest son, but he advocates violence and behaves perversely. Emperor, if you can have a son...
"Please." Klaus Stauffenberg motioned for the two girls to get into the carriage.
On the other side, the Elector's Palace in Middenheim, Charlottenborg Palace.
Elector Boris, who hadn't seen him for a long time, strode into the inner room under the guidance of his godson, the bannerman of Middenland and White Wolf City, the captain of the Teutonic Guard, the White Wolf Paladin, and von Tugenheim .
The indoor environment is very simple,
A long table, several seats, a wolf fur carpet on the floor, and a tapestry on the wall depicting the portrait of the white wolf god Urik, the glorious history of the wolf emperors of all dynasties, and the famous battles of Middenland.
Also present were Boris' eldest son, Field Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim, and his second son Stefan, Baron of Middenheim.
"Sit down, sit down." Boris looks really old. This kind of aging does not come from his body, but from his heart. After all, his wife who has been sleeping with him for many years turned out to be a pervert in the end. Sinisters really hit Boris deeply, especially when the conclusion of the final investigation was even more bloody-Anne was not a Slaaneshi at the beginning, but Boris himself was busy with internal affairs and leading the army. Being alone and lonely, he finally came into contact with the Slaanesh sect in order to seek spiritual sustenance.
"Where's Klaus? And Goethe? Why haven't they come yet?" Boris asked casually.
"It should be on the way, father, I'll go ask." Heinrich got up seeing this.
"No, just wait a moment." Boris Tugenheim opened the wine, and on the table was the best wine in the old world, Lusalus, imported from the Duchy of Winford, Brittany. The elector relaxed Leaning on the chair, he casually asked, "How is Drakewald?"
"The battle is very difficult. One-eyed Kazak is too cunning. This beast keeps harassing the towns along our route. He kills people and loots everything he sees. Once we dispatch the army, Kazak will immediately flee into the depths of the Black Forest." Marshal Heinrich said helplessly: "Father, if this continues, we will only be exhausted."
"Then burn the forest, burn it with a fire! Otherwise, send a lumberjack to cut down the forest for me, cut it down!" Baron Stefan said violently: "I don't believe it. Without the forest, the beasts will be destroyed!" What else can people do!"
Boris, Tugenheim, and Heinrich all looked at the eldest son with foolish eyes.
Our baron has never figured out that it is not that there is a large black forest in the territory of the empire, but that the territory of the empire is located in the large black forest! Are you going to burn Middenland and Black Forest together?
With the influence of chaos, it only takes a few years for the Black Forest to recover, and the towns and population want to recover in a few years?
As for cutting trees, it's even more ridiculous. Do the lumberjacks alone cut trees and the beastmen watch you cut them? If the army is sent for protection, the military expenditure and food supply will be enough to overwhelm the finances.
The current effective way to deal with the Beastmen is to build settlements on the edge of the forest, build roads, and then slowly build villages and outposts to eat away at the Black Forest bit by bit. This was originally an effective way, but recently the Beastmen are like As if on a nerve, they poured out endlessly from the Black Forest, and they couldn't finish killing them. If it wasn't for the Battle of the Three Kings that wiped out almost all the elite beastman troops, the situation in Middenland would be even worse now.
"Dozens of villages have been destroyed again." Heinrich shook his head: "If we don't think about it, sooner or later the beastmen will appear near our towns or even cities."
"Forget it, it's useless to say these things now, sooner or later I will dig out Kazak's remaining eye." Boris seemed to have no intention of continuing, and the elector heard footsteps outside: "Ah, here we come!"
Standing outside the door, the Teutonic guard Klaus gave his final instructions to the two girls: "Remember, no matter what your Excellency said, you must pretend that you didn't hear it, unless your Excellency took the initiative to strike up a conversation with you. Otherwise don't try to answer anything."
"Remember." The two girls from the conservatory nodded.
The door of the room opened, and seeing two girls, Tugenheim nodded: "Please take a seat."
Klaus, the Teutonic Ochen guard, was not seated. He said he was standing guard outside, and then Boris' intelligence minister Goethe was seated.
Goethe was a tall, lean gentleman with a bald head. He had been Boris' intelligence minister for several years and was deeply trusted.
"You're so beautiful, what's your name?" Boris motioned for two girls to sit beside him, and he noticed that one girl was particularly beautiful, especially the delicate and charming appearance on her body, which was enough to make a man rise endlessly. Desire to protect, so I took the initiative to ask.
"My name is Louise-von-August." The girl nodded: "This year... I will be eighteen years old this year."
"Ha, I listened to your performance last time, it was very good, so I invite you to come again this time." Boris leaned back on the seat in a relaxed manner.
The banquet continued, and several people toasted together.
The two girls from the conservatory began to play the famous Middenheim military song "Ulrich March of Glory". Sure enough, as Boris said, the level of the two girls was extremely high, and several of them clapped happily.
Boris Todbringer clapped his hands to the beat, shook his head, and the Elector himself reflected on his life.
He was the son of Middenheim, Ulric's wolf cub.
He used to be the bravest warrior in White Wolf City, with the loudest voice and the most generous drinking capacity.
At one point he led the elections and almost became Emperor of the Reich.
He once questioned the rule of Karl Franz very much and wanted to establish himself as the wolf emperor more than once.
But Boris is a person who respects order and rules after all. Now the voice of the elector has become hoarse, and the passion for war is fading from him. He feels tired and old. His two wives died successively, and he fought several battles with the Beastmen. None of them could get a bargain, which made Boris even more frustrated.
To make matters worse, his own heir, arrogant, arrogant, obsessed with violence and alcoholism, Boris couldn't help but glanced at Stefan, his son, he was very disappointed with this son, and wanted to change the establishment more than once. Heinrich, but in the end always give up because of the exhortations of the nobles and the love for the first wife.
The Elector was still wandering in the sky, but Tugenheim, the banner officer, White Wolf Paladin, and Boris' godson, found that Goethe, the Minister of Intelligence, was a little absent-minded. He poured himself a glass of wine and smiled at Goethe: "What's the matter?" , Your Excellency Goethe, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Minister of Intelligence Goethe shook his head and got up: "I drank too much wine, I'm going to wash my hands."
"good."
The minister of intelligence left the room. In a library outside the elector's palace, several nobles and bureaucrats were waiting: "What's the plan?"
Goethe said in a deep voice, "Proceed according to the plan!"
"As the day draws closer, we will cast off the shadows and roam the world!"
"Chaos envelopes the earth, only believers receive the grace of the gods alone!"
"Praise Tzeentch, Lord of Change!"
"Praise Tzeentch, Lord of Change!"
The crowd took out a white scarf, on which a black-purple bloody handprint was clearly visible, and two exquisite short-barreled double-shot guns were hidden in the clothes of the Minister of Intelligence.
When he returned to the room, the song had changed, and the two female singers were singing the old Midden collar love song "I Love You".
"I love you~I love you from the bottom of my heart~"
"But you left me~"
"I don't know how many tears I shed for you~"
Boris was a little dumbfounded. The elector thought of his two dead wives, and couldn't help but burst into tears. Tugenheim thought of his father, Phil, who died in the battle with the one-eyed Kazak. Lun Tingchen and Heinrich thought of his mother who had died of illness and had a humble background.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah~"
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah~"
Goethe's heart was beating wildly. He secretly reached out and grabbed the gun handle on the belt around his waist under his coat.
The Minister of Intelligence fell into chaos more than ten years ago and became a member of the Black Purple Hand of the Tzeentch sect, but every time Goethe saw Boris' noble character and the sacrifice of the White Wolf Knights to defend the empire's territory, , will be shaken by their choices.
He still hesitated in his heart.
"Don't be so bitter, let's have a drink!" At this moment, Baron Stefan suddenly smiled at Goethe. The baron was drooling. He drank a little too much and became confused. At this time, all the people present were addicted to singing, only this guy was heartless. He took the initiative to grab the wine bottle on the table and poured a full glass for Goethe: "Come on."
"Ah, thank you..." The Minister of Intelligence could only take the glass and take a sip.
"Hahahaha! I'm so happy today~" Baron Stefan turned his attention away.
There is no choice! Goethe finally made up his mind.
"I love you~I love you from the bottom of my heart~"
"But you left me~"
"I miss you every night~"
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah~"
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah~"
Goethe gritted his teeth, and the Minister of Intelligence gradually made up his mind.
Is it wrong to want to be on the winning side?
Year after year, the Beastmen's activities became bolder and the Marauders stronger.
Year after year, the number of mutants in the Empire grew and the situation got worse.
We are fighting a losing battle.
I'm a pragmatist, yes, empire made me rich. But when Middenheim is in flames, Chaos will keep me alive, and the people of the Empire become food for lycanthropes or sacrifices to the gods. Continue to survive and even go to prosperity!
The Lord of Destiny is generous to those who fear Him.
Yes, be generous!
Goethe grabbed his wine glass, poured a whole glass of wine down his throat, and then yelled at Baron Stefan next to him: "Baron, if you don't support Your Excellency, who else will do it?"
The singing stopped instantly, and all the people present looked at the Minister of Intelligence with strange faces.
What are you doing?
"Your Excellency, with this group of insects, how can it be possible to embrace true civilization!" Goethe drew out his firecracker and shot Marshal Heinrich in the chest of Middenheim: "Heinrich, you are so weak-hearted!" , How dare you fight against the Sons of Chaos!"
"Bang!" Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim was shot in the chest, and the blood suddenly gushed out. He clutched his chest and fell to the ground: "Ge, Mr. Goethe, what are you doing?"
"Are you going to rebel?" Boris was also shocked by the changes in front of him, and the elector shouted: "Goethe!"
"It's gunshots!" The guards standing guard in the outer hall heard the gunshots in the inner hall and were about to get up.
"Brush!" The senior Teutonic Ochen guard Klaus Stauffenberg drew out his battle axe, beheaded several young guards carefully selected by Boris on the spot, blood flowed all over the place, and the two white wolf knights around He and a cheetah knight were about to rush up in shock, and another Teutonic guard immediately took out his weapon, and while the two white wolf knights were not on guard against him, he pierced a white wolf knight's neck from behind with a sword, Then he easily decapitated the remaining two white wolf knights and cheetah knights with an axe.
The entire guard room was instantly covered in blood.
The two Teutonic guards who had been carefully selected to enter the inner ring of the White Wolf Knights, the military elite nobles who symbolized the highest glory of Middenheim, smiled at each other. They were bathed in blood and showed their true colors. Flesh was cut from the dead, swallowed and drank the blood that was still warm.
"For the Order of the Scarlet Skull! For Khorne!"
"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull Sacrifice Skull Block!"
There was no movement from the guards outside, and the inner hall was in chaos. One girl was so frightened that she was running around, while the other was so frightened that she fell limp and didn't know what to do.
Goethe sneered, and he fired another shot, directly headshot Baron Stefan, and then took out a second firecracker from his waist: "Your Excellency, it's all because you didn't choose the right path, so don't blame me."
"Guards! Guards!" Boris shouted anxiously.
"Are you looking for Klaus? It's a pity, he and Bud are both members of the Scarlet Skull Order." Goethe sneered, aiming the firecracker in his hand at Boris' head: "Goodbye, Your Excellency."
"Bang!" The bullet was shot, but Boris dodged quickly. The shot only hit Boris' left lung, and the elector fell to the ground in pain, but it was not enough to kill a strong man in the sanctuary.
"No!" The white wolf paladin Tugenheim sat the farthest, and he hurriedly wanted to rush over, but it was too late.
Just when Goethe fired a second shot at Boris, the girl sitting next to Boris, Louise von August, suddenly let out a sharp roar. Her face became extremely pale, and her eyes were blood red. , The originally pink hand stretched out a sharp claw, with a wave of the claw, the bullet was smashed to pieces!
"What?" Goethe was shocked: "Vampire?"
"The Lamia family, Louise Auguste Lamia is here." The girl protected Boris behind her, her sharp fangs flickered under the light of the inner hall: "Sorry, the Blood Ancestor has According to the decree, the elector can't die here."
"Come on!" Goethe yelled, and two corrupted Teutonic guards came in. They killed Marshal Heinrich of Middenheim on the spot, and then rushed towards the fallen Boris.
"Tuggenheim! Immediately take the elector and leave through the secret passage in the room!" The girl's sharp voice ran through the entire inner hall: "He can't die!"
"I see!" Tugenheim didn't have a weapon on him. Although he was shocked why the vampire would save his godfather, the white wolf paladin immediately made a decision in the confusion. He carried the injured Boris on his shoulders. body, and quickly left from the secret passage in the inner hall that few people knew.
On this day, the Elector's Palace was on fire.
Middenheim was in chaos, and the whole city was under martial law.
Boris Todbringer was shot by a musket but escaped his life.
However, the Elector was hit hard again, and his two heirs, Field Marshal Heinrich and Baron Stefan, died in this terrible disaster.
The depressed Boris was completely autistic, paralyzing the entire Middenland and Middenheim court institutions.
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