Chapter 1312, Vlad's Ambition

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Imperial Calendar 2525, midsummer, the occupied Steirland, the Great Tent of the Emperor Sylvania, the Great Camp of the Dead Lord Vlad von Carstein.

Although he was a dead man, Vlad's elegance and high demands on the quality of life made him seem to understand the importance of etiquette and ostentation better than any emperor in the history of the empire. If it weren't for his terrifying vampire fangs, With long pale hair and spikes on the cursed armor all over his body, it can be said that he is more like an imperial nobleman than any imperial nobleman. He speaks an ancient Reek language, and the standard of pronunciation can make those who claim to be the most orthodox stubborn The great nobles were ashamed.

The Sylvanian undead army is gathering here, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger. Every moment, desperate people in battle are pulled up from the ground and awakened. It was all so familiar, and Vlad remembered doing the same thing years ago—gathering lost souls together, giving them purpose, making them greater than their first lives.

But Vlad soon realized his mistake. It was not a few years ago, but 500 years ago. 500 years ago, his last and decisive siege failed at the city of Brunswick. Even though the empire was on the verge of collapse and surrender at that time, and more than two-thirds of the dignitaries and dignitaries of the Imperial Council had decided to surrender to him, the destined eternal emperor, Vlad was finally defeated by Archbishop Will. Ham III, after his resurrection ring was stolen, Wilhelm launched himself and carried him into the city and died together. His wife Isabella died for him, and his ambition failed.

Vlad smiled self-deprecatingly, he is a loser, but he is also a success, because he can be resurrected again and again, returning from the underworld, as long as there is a blood descendant of Von Carstein alive, Vlad is always on the way to resurrection.

Brunswick...

Vlad was thinking about the name of that city, he seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder on the wall of Charlemagne's throne, the fishy smell of the pier, and the damn sweet Isabella, his wife treated him as always Tender and affectionate.

Everything will be decided there.

She had been his strength, his everything, everything he did at that time was bound to her, driven by an astonishingly primal passion.

Alone, the bitter aftertaste of that exact loneliness never parted. As long as he wants, he can recruit countless prostitutes and mistresses to accompany him, or choose from the zombies of the Lahmian Sisterhood for thousands of years, but no one can replace Isabella and let Vlad rise desire in that regard.

Vampires have feelings, and probably no vampire has such a genuine and deep love for Isabella like Vlad.

Now that Uterbad in Stillland has fallen, and the road to Brunswick is unimpeded, the Elector Alberich Haut-Anderson is powerless to resist the westward advance of the Sylvanian army. was able to escape, and left the hopeless commoners of Steelland to the great Lord of Death.

Vlad didn't embarrass these mortals, except for the thousands of city defenders who were all torn apart, and the church fighting priests, Golden Scythe Knights and Raven Knights who were all day long with him were executed and resurrected as a team In addition to the Black Knight Brigade and the Grave Guard Legion, Vlad even recruited a large number of musketeers, crossbowmen, and artillery regiments from the civilians in Steele Land. At the same time, Luther Harken’s vampire pirate army also had It powerfully makes up for the lack of range of Vlad's undead army.

It is actually very simple to make mortals willing to work for Vlad. Vlad is nothing more than grasping the six words "strike the gentry and divide the fields". The death king knows that as long as these humble mortals see him, he will bring "fairness" , just, and open”, wipe out the local tyrants and evil gentry and distribute their land to poor farmers, sweep up the greedy Utbad businessmen and confiscate all their wealth, and distribute the unwanted parts of the dead to the living.

He will never lack living men willing to follow him, and it is true that on the first day that Uterbad fell, Vlad had thousands more mortal auxiliaries in his ranks, and he firmly believed that there would be more in the future. .

Working under my command, these living people can get far more than what the stingy imperial nobles get. I will guarantee your legal rights and provide armed protection. You will soon understand that serving von Carstein What a relaxed and happy thing, minimum wage, maximum working hours, beating workers! Working spirit! If you work well, you will have the opportunity to join my blood lineage and become a noble master!

Vlad thought of the joy of seeing the large groups of mortal auxiliaries assigned to the fields, and the joy of getting rid of the plague, he thought with satisfaction.

The moss decay, river silt, and creeps that the Nurgle army is proud of can't stop Vlad from advancing. The wind of death is Nurgle's nemesis. Wherever Vlad passes, the vicious green leaves begin to shrivel and burst, like Blackened like a flame.

But there was no fire here—only cold, a wind blowing as if from the belly of a hellish fish, the water blackened like a rock, and the distant bushes curled up howling and moaning. The trees began to dry and crack, and in an instant they were old and withered, and the vines untied from their tightly wound bodies, and the hardening and hardening of the rhizome sap made them brittle.

Facing the power of the Maharaja of Death, corrupted living creatures have no choice but to wither and collapse.

The road was opened, and the road to Brunswick was clear.

Vlad's power made the vampire lords both proud and fearful, and he gave both kindness and power. Vlad, who is well-mannered, maintained his super control over the necromancers and vampire lords.

The tent was opened, and the Lich King Arkhan walked in from the outside, the blue witchcraft flames in his eyes were blazing, and behind him were eight beautiful female vampires from the "Pale Ladies Sisterhood" of the Lahmian Sisterhood The three leaders, Vivienne, Lilian, and Mollian, planned the last and most powerful resistance action before the fall of Marienburg, so that the three Grote brothers did not dare to act rashly. To a certain extent, they saved Marienburg. Civilians around Limburg.

They all wore white gowns studded with lace, the color of which shone like moonlight, and their feet left no trace on the wet ground. Ladd briefly asked about the fall of Marienburg and expressed his displeasure, then let them out.

"Settra has won again, a great victory." Arkhan, the Lich King, did not leave. He looked at Vlad playfully, as if he was spying on the Lord of Death's movements: "The Tomb Army ——Probably the largest army in history defeated the Chaos army from Antarctica. Settra ordered the execution of all the hundreds of thousands of Chaos savages who landed in Antarctica, leaving no one behind. This is good news for us, I Seriously."

"The chaotic tide in the north has troubled us enough." Vlad restrained his joy: "So, what about the alliance I asked you to propose?"

"As a matter of course, we have been honored by our Great Emperor, Immortal Emperor, Khamulikala, Nicohala the Great, King of Kings, Pathfinder, Holder of the Sacred Fire... The prestige includes but is not limited to The above-mentioned Settra’s refusal.” Akhan mockingly played with his Akhan Tomb Sword, and the Lich King’s tone was very yin and yang: “Our great emperor, the immortal emperor, Khamli Kara, Neko Hara the Great, King of Kings, Pathfinder, Holder of the Sacred Fire... His prestige includes but is not limited to the above-mentioned leader of the ancient tomb, Settra the Great, sternly rejected your alliance request. If there is no accident, He will declare war on all the powers of the world at once, whether Chaos or Order, whether living or dead, is the enemy of Settra."

"Does he really think he can fight against the whole world?" Vlad was speechless.

Settra intends to become King Xuan of Qi, right?

"Don't tell me you, as a Nicohala, don't know Settra yet?" Akhan continued his mocking attitude: "Settra is only a master, not a subject."

"Well, at least he is temporarily unable to participate in our war against Chaos." Vlad looked at the map. Although he used to be a Nicohalan, he did not live in the era of Settra and had never experienced it. Tera's resurrection, and less participation in the war between Nagash and the Tomb Kings.

"Sooner or later it will come, the old world and chaos are both losers, this is an opportunity for Settra." Akhan shook his head: "I know him, he will definitely try to come over, otherwise he is not Settra gone."

"Now all we have to think about is Brunswick." Vlad focused his attention on the city that haunted him.

Luther Harken is an idiot, Gul is only in charge of fighting, and Vlad usually only discusses with Akhan on important military discussions.

But today was different. When the Death Maharaja and the Lich King were discussing the military situation, they almost heard the roar of hatred in the warp at the same time.

"Everything is born to support man, and man has nothing to repay the sky!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The proclamation of Cain's incarnation as Tyrion reached here.

Another King Xuan of Qi? Vlad just felt the pressure.

"Have you heard the echo of the warp? My Majesty?" Akhan giggled. "Another lunatic, the theory of Kane, the god of blood hands, always amuses me."

"The Kane theory?" Vlad was a little interested: "Do you understand?"

"The lifespan of five thousand years gives me enough time to understand everything." Akhan saw that Vlad was interested, so he picked out important points and said.

Kane, the god king of the dark elf's underground pantheon, actually has a complete set of teachings, which is the so-called Loyalty of Kane.

Kane, the God of Bloody Hands and the God of War and Murder, believes that mortals are doomed to be stupid, lazy to work, and doomed to have inferiority. This inferiority will not change with the improvement of education and economic development, that is to say, idiots There is no cure, and fools will only spread and contagion, which will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness and fighting will of mortals.

Among them, Kane thinks that the elves are particularly stupid and full of inferiority, weakness, and love of leisure and work, and Asuryan, the god of heaven, ignores the race he created, which is too stupid.

So how can we remove the stupid element rooted in the bones of mortals? Kane, the God of Bloody Hands, believes that offering loyalty is the only way out, that is, to offer loyalty to Kane, the God of Bloody Hands.

How to offer loyalty? The theory is very simple, that is to kill! Solve all problems by killing.

Only by killing can the evil spirits of mortals be removed, so Kane encourages his followers to kill. Killing in any sense is an important way to dedicate loyalty to Kane and eradicate evil natures. When there is no war, Kane even encourages His disciples kill each other, such as the famous night of blood, Kane disciples will walk on the streets of the dark elves' cities openly and kill any living person who comes into sight.

Through continuous devotion, mortals will achieve physical strength and spiritual bravery, elves will maintain their fighting power and fighting will, martial arts will return to elves, and at the same time, it can effectively control overpopulation and reduce "" Lazy" and "burden", Kane believes that this is the real equality, that is, I am strong and I am justified, and you deserve what you deserve when you are weak.

In the end, a beautiful era full of martial arts is coming.

"Break and stand?" Vlad sneered a few times: "Interesting, Tyrion might as well come up with a small goal first, for example... to sacrifice one million elves first?"

"It is undeniable that Kane's Loyalty Art is really... But many elves really rely on this to maintain their fighting power and fighting will." Akhan was silent for a while, and the Lich King tentatively asked: "What do you think?"

"It can only be said that great chaos is often followed by great chaos. This is the case for Nicohara, Sylvania, the Empire, and even the elves. The premise is that there is no chaos." Vlad was silent for a while, and he was like It was talking to himself, and it seemed to be asking Akhan: "Do you think the empire will agree? Appoint me as the elector? Accept this alliance?"

Akhan sneered in his heart, the Lich King thought to himself, weren't you extremely determined before? Why do you start to doubt yourself again now, looking for approval from me?

Also, this is a typical Nicohara nobleman, they are too proud, so proud that they are absolutely confident and arrogant to themselves.

But after this, it was a kind of inferiority complex. After Vlad sent the letter with confidence, he didn't get any reply. The Lord of Death felt that his self-esteem was hurt.

"If you are so confident, why don't you agree to respect the two emperors? The Emperor of the Eastern Empire, the Emperor of the Western Empire? Or the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, the Emperor of Sylvania?" Akhan continued to laugh at Vlad's injured pride, He enjoys it.

"The situation does not permit." Vlad said simply: "First of all, the curse on your master still exists, and secondly, I am not sure of defeating that guy."

The curse refers to Nagash's curse on the vampire family "You will never be able to defeat Charlemagne's Empire", this curse is still valid even after Vlad has absorbed part of Nagash's power, the last bit of power of the lord of the dead Also thwart Vlad's ambitions.

"That guy?" Akhan thought for a while, "Charlemagne?"

"No, Charlemagne is not afraid. He will know what to do in this situation. What I am really afraid of is Sun King Ryan Machado. Can you feel it? His power is too powerful. I don't Overcome his grasp, and his woman Emmanuel and son Frederick are bound to give everything to the imperial throne, and it will be troublesome to attract him." Vlad thought about it and said: "For now, first To be officially recognized as the elector, the primary goal of everything is to solve the Chaos Frenzy first, if the empire is gone, then everything will be gone, and our internal problems should be resolved later.”

"Are you really willing?" Akhan was still fighting.

"Time will change everything, and what we need most is time." Vlad was full of confidence again: "What if Frederick is the emperor for a hundred or two hundred years? In order to get Sylvania, we Planned for 1,000 years."

This time Akhan did not refute, and the Lich King nodded: "But we must hurry, otherwise Brunswick may fall before we arrive. I think you will get the answer there."

"Nothing will stop us, my friend, and we will sweep toward Charlemagne's throne like a cold wind across a cemetery, and when we arrive, they will see what a miscalculation it was to neglect the Son of Sylvania." Vlad clenched the blood-drinking sword: "The alliance of order will be established again, and I will get everything I deserve on Charlemagne's throne, and... my wife, Isabella!"

"Wait for me, I'll take you home right away!"