Chapter 1152, Marriage Ceremony
"Warhammer Throne ()"
On the relatively less rugged mountain road in Palaion, Ryan, Suria, and Talleyrand rode side by side on horses, but Talleyrand deliberately lagged half a step behind Ryan and Suria, and the high-spirited cripple seemed to be thinking, and seemed waiting.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, Ryan said: "Do you think we should reconcile with Neferata, the blood ancestor of Lamia?"
"If we reconcile with Neferata, then what are the nobles and soldiers who died in the bloody battle at the Valaya Gate?" Suria shook her head, and the Queen of Knights said very displeasedly: "But as of now Judging from the current situation, Neferata is still useful to us, so we might as well be patient and see how sincere she is. Furthermore, as the little girl said, in terms of Nagash's resurrection, We are on the same side as Neferrata."
"Yes, everything is based on the interests of the country. If you don't know how to endure, you are not a mature king. I just taught Devon Hill about this." Ryan shook his head helplessly, and Sun Dynasty asked Talleyrand: " What do you think, Talleyrand?"
"Your Majesty, Lahmia's infiltration of human society and high-level organizations is the best in the Old World." Talleyrand said thoughtfully: "We can use this line, because there is hardly any intelligence organization that can compare with Lahmia Sisterhood .”
"Then what do you think of Neferata's sincerity?" Ryan asked with a smile.
"The essence of loyalty is because the price of betrayal is too high. At least until Nagash is resurrected, or before we successfully prevent Nagash's resurrection, the blood ancestor of Lahmia is still somewhat credible." Talleyrand After thinking about it, I decided to say three points and leave seven points: "After all, we know too little about the undead. In this dark age, as long as you are willing to cooperate, you should first let go of your hatred and stop the Eternal God's Choice and the undead. The master is the national policy formulated by His Majesty."
"Yes." Ryan didn't say any more after hearing the words. He made a summary: "Things must be done one by one. The top priority is to solve the Mogul first, and then consider other things."
"Your Majesty is wise."
Two weeks later, outside the city of Palavon, on a large forest glade near the Great Forest of Athel Loren.
The largest banquet ever held between Brittany and the Wood Elves was held here.
Hundreds of Holy Grail Knights, all the Dukes and Marshals of Brittania except Lawn, the veterans of the Old Guard, and the entire Lake God Prophet were all present.
On the side of the wood elves, almost all the ten wood elves led the woodland lords to arrive. The Thorn sisters escorted Queen Alaier to stand on the other side of the venue. Dozens of wood elf princes and princesses arrived one after another. For thousands of years, this is the The Wood Elves left the Great Forest on the largest scale. Even when the high elves envoys visited, they did not receive such a large-scale courtesy.
It is very rare that both humans and wood elves are happy with this military alliance and think that they have earned their blood.
For the wood elves, as long as they can get rid of Mogul, the people of Athel Loren are willing to pay any price, everything, more than once, Alaier even wanted to sacrifice herself and die with Mogul. Over the long years, I don’t know how many wood elves died or went mad because of Morgul’s corruption. In order to completely eliminate Morgul, the wood elves have already used all means and no matter the cost. Now they just send the Twilight sisters without sacrificing them Just by making them the personal maids similar to ambassadors abroad and Ryan's sons, they can have a chance to get rid of Morgul. Isn't this a blood profit?
For Ryan, being able to let the wood elves join the war against the last moment, don't stay at home and ignore it, the great combat power will be liberated, and it will be able to guard against the Skaven, and it can greatly make up for the army. The weakness in long-range firepower, isn't this a very cost-effective deal? Morgul may be an invincible nightmare for the wood elves, but it is not the case for Ryan. As the original body of the Gray Knight, Ryan has enough power to suppress Morgul.
What he needs to do now is to figure out the origin of Morgul and its special ability bestowed by the four gods of chaos in actual combat, and then destroy and purify it.
Generally speaking, it is just selling a son. Selling a son in exchange for a large army and a pair of personal maids of high-ranking powerhouses in the Twin Sanctuary is still a very good deal. Ryan feels that not only he has earned blood, but Devonhill has also earned blood. !
In this case, both parties feel that they have made a lot of money and made a lot of money.
Because of this, all the people at the banquet were very happy, and it was rare for the host and guest to enjoy themselves. The wood elves sang and danced in the woodland, performed war dances and magic, and the singers flew among the people and twirled in the sky.
The prophets of the lake god praised the holy name of the fairies in the lake, the witches of Jialan were performing fireworks under the leadership of Veronica, the knights of the Holy Grail showed their martial skills and strength, and craftsmen from the major duchies showed themselves everywhere The traditional culture of the Principality, of course, is also indispensable for the various big discounts and promotions by the merchants, and the fiery "Double 12 Shopping Festival Carnival".
At the banquet scene, Ryan stood in the middle of the banquet in a red and blue king's silk banquet dress, a knight crown, and a platinum chalice cloak. On his left and right stood the knight queen Suria, and on his right stood the World Eater Gene. Body Angron.
"I understand the truth, but why do you have pointed ears?" Angron rarely changed his old farmer's clothes into a custom-made dress. The king had to come, he yelled complainingly: "You too, Fulgrim too, Guilliman too, no wonder Devin too, forget it, as long as you like it."
"Hehe~ Where's that little bastard Devinhill?" Ryan held the wine glass, and the Sun King was majestic, standing like a mountain on the high platform in the middle of the banquet. He glanced around: "Today he is the master, where is he?"
"Should be coming soon?" Su Liya, who was also dressed up, signaled Ryan to calm down: "Wait, don't worry, my dear."
"Oh! Here we come!" Angron's sharp eyes, the uncle looked at his nephew, and suddenly froze.
Among the fireworks and singing and dancing, today's protagonist appeared on the stage.
Devonhill and the Twilight sisters came out hand in hand and strode into the banquet scene.
Pure white button-down long fir, decorated with golden iris patterns, slim leggings, lace collar and cuffs, and a long velvet cape embroidered with the coat of arms of the Malcador family. The dress is full of grandeur, Gorgeous, exaggerated, full of vitality and vigor, the young baron is as gorgeous as a flower covering the night sky, like a piece of pure and flawless jade, the face of the unparalleled young man is slightly shy but full of nobility, etiquette and innocence.
On the left hand side of Devonhill, Nestella is wearing a peach water porcelain wavy layered and graceful dress, with white silk pantyhose and blue high heels. In the singing, she is like an elf in the dark night, happily enjoying and exploring everything at the banquet, which originally belonged to her stage.
On the right hand side, Arohan is wearing a long dress with a frosty heart on a moonlit night, paired with black silk pantyhose and red high-heeled shoes. She is glamorous and arrogant. Among them, she is like a winter plum blooming in the proud snow, she is indifferent to everything, and only when she looks at Devon Hill will there be a little charming smile on her face.
Angron was stunned, the eyes of the Primarch of the World Eaters were slightly red, he watched Devonhill enter the venue among the Twilight sisters, opened his mouth, and finally said only one sentence: "Young, how nice , Okay, okay, no matter how great a hero is, he will get old and tired, if I can have this kind of treatment in Nukelia... don’t say it, don’t say it.”
After speaking, Angron turned around and left his back for Ryan and Suria.
"Yeah, think about it carefully. When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I was just a Nord bumpkin, training desperately to fight against the barbarians, traveling and wandering around as an apprentice knight." Ryan looked at his son, full of emotion Qian, he looked at Su Liya, and the husband and wife looked at each other and smiled: "I don't have a good life without him."
"The lady said that the wood elves like young human boys because they like their vitality and purity." Suria also looked at her son, and the Queen of Knights reached out and stroked the teardrops in the corner of her eyes: "Wait until the age of eighteen or nineteen." Afterwards, from the devastation of battle, the pressure of life, and the wear and tear of work, most human males will gradually lose their vitality and purity, and their attractiveness to wood elves will also drop greatly, but Devon is different from others."
"Don't worry, my blood is still very strong in German at least, as well as charisma and psionic power." Ryan took Suria a step forward.
"dad."
"Honorable His Majesty the Sun King."*2
Devonhill first knelt down on one knee to say hello to his great father, while Sister Twilight subconsciously looked towards Alaier in the distance, saw the wood elf queen nod, and then knelt down on one knee.
"Good, good, good, the person is good, the clothes are good, and the banquet is good." Ryan said "good" three times in a row. The Sun King signaled that he didn't need to kneel down. He walked down the steps and raised his hand towards everyone present. wine glass.
"Starting today, the Britannia-Athel Loren military alliance is officially concluded!"
"We will breathe together and share fate!"
"Breathe together, share fate!" No matter what thoughts everyone in the venue had in their hearts, at least at this moment, the Kingdom of Knights and the wood elves were united.
A new era has arrived.
……… I am the dividing line of the new dynasty Yazheng………
At the same time, in the Empire, a sad news reached Brunswick, and immediately spread throughout the Empire.
The legendary demon hunter affiliated with the Church of Justice, who was hailed as a symbol of the era, Gunter Stahlberg, died. His body was thrown from a high altitude by a creature with wings, and he was thrown in the Imperial Parliament. on the council table.
Starberg, as well as the entire thousand-man army that entered Sylvania for reconnaissance, were destroyed here.
With this act the last of the Vampire Counts, Manfred von Carstein, officially announces his return, and the province of Sylvania, as of today, permanently secedes from the Empire.
In the past, no one cared about what happened to distant Sylvania, but after seeing the contents of the letter that Staberg hid in his mouth, the Imperial Parliament immediately realized the seriousness of the problem, and Manfred And his undead army has completely controlled Sylvania.
Emperor Karl Franz was struggling with the recent situation, just as he ordered Elector Marius of Aviland and Elector Alberich of Steele to step up their guard.
The Archbishop of Justice, Vikmar, spoke: "Sylvania has been the territory of the empire since ancient times. We must not tolerate this kind of provocation. We must not tolerate Manfred's killing of our people and throwing their bodies on the ground. on our table!"
"A war, a jihad! A vampire jihad that has lasted for hundreds of years and has not ended until today is about to begin!" Vikma stood up, holding a golden griffin war hammer, and roared: " I will stop Manfred and bring back the glory and purification of our Lord to Sylvania!"
"My archbishop, calm down, hundreds of messengers have just been sent out, we must establish a line of defense in the north of the empire to resist the army of chaos!" Emperor Karl Franz quickly persuaded: "The empire is very weak now, we will not There may be a war on both sides! The army will be scattered!"
"My God, Karl, are you still the heir of Charlemagne?" Archbishop Vicmar roared angrily, his deafening voice made the chandelier on the ceiling shake: "How can the sacred land of our empire be occupied by darkness and undead?" ? I demand the immediate formation of a jihadist army!"
"My archbishop, we can only endure at this time!" Karl Franz also stood up, and the emperor couldn't help but said: "We can't fight on both sides! Besides, Sylvania is already equivalent to a land of death." , Sending a large army at this time is not in the interests of the empire!"
"The interests of the empire? Is it the interests of the empire? Or your personal interests?" Archbishop Vikmar roared.
The emperor's expression became fierce, and Karl Franz just looked at Archbishop Vicmar without saying a word.
Seeing the emperor's firm expression, the archbishop hesitated. Of course he knew how much Emperor Kaka had paid and sacrificed for the empire, and how much he valued the people of the empire. His people, since the Battle of Black Fire Pass, Karl Fran Ci was already hailed as the greatest imperial emperor since Charlemagne and Ludwig the Messiah.
"It's fine if you don't go, Karl, you are in charge of the northern affairs, I will form a jihad army!" Vekma backed him, and he said harshly: "I will deal with Manfred before everything gets out of hand Germany, bring victory back and return Sylvania to the embrace of the Empire."
"My archbishop! Now is not the time to be arrogant." Seeing this, the emperor backed down, and he continued to emphasize: "The empire needs you at this time!"
"I'm not begging you, Karl." Vikmar turned around and walked outside: "I'm just notifying you."
The Archbishop left the Imperial Council without looking back.
"Send all the messengers and recruit all the Justice Church troops in the old world! Open the treasury, hire all the mercenaries we can hire, and send my letter to the major knight orders!"
"The jihad in Sylvania has begun!"