Epilogue: Immortal Heroes

Old World, Empire, Capital Brunswick, Private Moorish Gardens.

One day in autumn, there was a slight drizzle.

Compared with the prosperous city scene in the distance, Moore Garden is always silent. Countless dead are sleeping here, enjoying the peace brought by Mole, the god of the underworld. Few people would be willing to break this tranquility, black clothes and black robes, Moorish priests holding chains, hanging hammers, and skull scales occasionally come and go here, and those Moorish knights in black and black armor, carrying heavy crossbows on their backs, and holding two-handed swords stand around the garden, watching everything quietly .

But today is different.

From the streets of Brunswick Avenue, there was a thunderous sound, and groups of elite imperial soldiers trotted across the stone road in front of Moor Garden.

The first to appear was the battle court guards. This group of guards of honor held the golden and black-bottomed Libra and Golden Lion banners and lined up on both sides of the road.

Then came the Blackstone Guard and the famous Nur Ironclads.

Everyone was excited about it. For decades, under the leadership of the emperor, these few armies fought from one side of the world to the other, sweeping all directions and looking down on the world.

After everything was ready, a mature man wearing a black and gold emperor's uniform, a purple robe, and a golden griffin round cap came from a distance on a pure-blood elf war horse. He was accompanied by several people. Dun guards, Rick guards, and Griffon riders, the middle-aged men rode to the gate of the Moor Garden. Looking at this cemetery garden with a history of thousands of years, the man paused for a while, then turned off his horse: "Do your own thing, I Go in alone."

"Yes!" The knights answered loudly, and they also got off their horses and stood on guard by the roadside.

The Moorish knights at the door recognized the identity of the person who came, and saluted: "Your Majesty!"

"Well, I'm going to see the godfather." The emperor walked like a dragon, with a faint aura on his body, golden lightning flashed between his brows, memories flashed across his heroic face, he stopped talking to the Moore knight, and strode towards the garden go inside.

The Moorish priests pushed open the heavy gate of the temple. On both sides of the stone gate, they wrote in High Gothic, "The last emperor of the Friedrich dynasty, the guardian of the world, the model of mankind, and the model of imperial emperor Karl Franz resting place."

The last imperial emperor, Karl Franz, rests here.

The emperor took off his purple cloak at the door. He strode into the temple, stretched out his hand to signal that everyone should not follow, and walked down the stairs. In the light of the candles, the current emperor, Emperor Frederick, walked step by step. Walking slowly up the stairs.

He walked very slowly, as if to be able to see the murals on both sides of the tomb clearly. This is the masterpiece of the current chief rune craftsman of the dwarves, Master Sorek Ironbrow and his apprentices. In memory of this great emperor, the dwarves did not For a penny, he took over the task of building and maintaining the tomb, and vowed to faithfully record all the great deeds of Emperor Karl Franz.

The dwarves did it, Frederick carefully studied the murals, from the ambush on the Nord coast, to the tenacity of the battle in the blood pine forest, from the gods descending from the black fire pass, to the moment of death in the autumn of Brunswick, All the achievements of the godfather have been recorded truthfully, and it can even give people a sense of being there.

No matter how slow he walked, Frederick finally came to the coffin.

On the surface of the copper coffin, the statue of Karl Franz lay there peacefully. The bronze statue carved by the dwarves perfectly restored the real appearance of Karl Franz. He is not very tall and simple. , tough and somewhat vulgar face, on the bronze statue, Emperor Karl Franz's eyes are closed, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, relaxed and smiling.

This is very different from Karl Franz in Frederick's impression. In Frederick's impression, Emperor Karl Franz was always frowning, anxious, sighing, stern, or distressed. It was rare to see such a relaxed expression on the godfather's face, but he did remember that at the last moment,

Such was the expression on the emperor's face.

Ease, the ease of completing the mission, the ease of complete liberation.

Frederick let out a long sigh. He knelt in front of Karl Franz's coffin and kowtowed: "Godfather! Frederick is here to see you!"

Before he finished speaking, Frederick was almost in tears.

Karl Franz passed away on the second day after the Battle of Middenheim, just because Charlemagne had completed his task, he lifted his possession, and returned to the Supreme Heaven after a few words.

Emperor Karl Franz, who lost his divine power and actually died in the autumn of Brunswick, finally recovered himself. In an instant, he was old and wrinkled, his hair and beard were all white, and his figure was slim. He was already a real old man, the emperor panted in pain, and called all the surviving electors and members of the Imperial Council.

Karl Franz announced in public that the great alchemist Gelt in Frederick would be the regent of the empire and the chief wizard of the royal family, and he would rebuild the imperial court with Frederick as the core.

Before he could finish explaining this, the emperor took Frederick's hand and handed the silver seal into his hand, and smiled at him, an extremely relaxed smile.

Karl Franz, the last emperor of the Frederick Dynasty, passed away.

With the same smile, Frey stretched out his hand and brushed the bronze statue of the godfather, tears rolled down his cheeks, but he smiled: "Godfather, Frey came to see you today."

The bronze statue of Karl Franz still smiled easily, without any change.

"Crack!" Frederick opened a bottle of imperial beer and sat in front of the godfather's coffin: "Godfather, since the last time you were in the imperial palace, you held me who was learning to speak with both hands, and taught me to write stroke by stroke. Seventy years have passed since the days of High Gothic."

"For fifty years since he came to the throne, Frederick has never forgotten his original intention and mission, and he never dared to forget the sacrifice of the godfather for a single day, as well as the earnest teachings you left me by holding my hand when you were dying." Frederick drank sullenly. He took a big sip of beer, smiled with tears in his eyes, and said, "For fifty years, Frey has finally done a small thing, and made a small contribution to mankind."

It seemed that the chatterbox had opened up, and Frederick talked more.

"In the past fifty years, I have presided over the compilation of the "Griffin Canon", rediscovering the classics and knowledge lost by the empire at the last moment. I have conquered the Chaos Wasteland five times, and together with that stinky brother Devin, I have almost wiped out With all the power of chaos, I sent people to the west seven times, reaching as far as Cathay and Lustria, and I went south four times, and almost wiped out all the greenskins in the Badlands."

Thinking of the brilliant feats of these years, Frederick couldn't help but smile.

After assuming the throne, he won all the sixty-three expeditions, and he has reason to be proud.

After the end of the hour, the world forces were reshuffled, and mankind established the famous "Charlemagne, Britannia, Estalia, Tyrell, Border Prince, and Kislev Reunited Empire."

This is a truly unified confederacy organization, with Knight King Ryan Malcador and Knight Queen Suria as the supreme leaders, but it is not hereditary. Its biggest mission is to expel the remaining forces of chaos and regain lost territories , resume production and rebuild their homes.

Everyone recognizes the authority of Ryan Malcador, but in fact the empire has been divided into three parts from the beginning.

Ryan's eldest son, Frederick inherited the two important titles of Emperor of the Empire and King of Tyrell, so he was also called the Eastern Empire.

Frederick was crowned Emperor of the Empire at Versailles in Brittania.

Ryan's youngest son, Devonhill, inherited the titles of King of Knights and King of Estalia, so it is also called the Western Empire.

Devonhill was crowned Knight-King of Brittania in front of the Brandenburg Gate in Noor.

Kislev was succeeded by Catherine II, the daughter of Empress Katharin, who was upgraded to Catherine II and became the new Tsar of Kislev.

The border princely territory is to become a "condominium area".

The two emperors of the east and the west respected each other. This reunion empire has been two dynasties from the beginning, and it was only because the two emperors were the sons of Ryan that they both recognized Ryan's authority, which formed a superficial unity.

"Fifty years have passed, godfather, no matter what, I can finally explain something to you. Under my command, the empire is still number one in the world!" Frey touched the coffin made of huge stones with his hands, and the emperor said emotionally Said, like a child showing off his accomplishments to his parents, craving recognition.

After the end of the hour, the elves officially completed their great unification under Malekith, and with the help of the moon god Lilith, they re-raised Ulthuan and set their capital in Lothern.

However, the lost population of the elves at the last moment is not so easy to come back. The serious underpopulation and social regression make it difficult for the elves to regain their former glory. Most of the land in Ulthuan is empty, and there is simply not enough people to fill it.

Similarly, even though the Eternal King Malekith has changed, he still rules his kingdom in his own way. All elves are required to undergo military training from birth, and the secret agents of the Eternal King make strict remarks to the people And publication review, the elves need to abide by more rules and regulations, and are sometimes forced to do some unwilling things. Only Avalon and Safrui still have a good reputation because of the existence of Alarielle and Teclis. degrees of freedom.

This makes many elves who are used to freedom very painful. They choose to come to the old world and become the guests of human beings. They use their knowledge to contribute to the reconstruction of the old world, which greatly promotes the reconstruction and prosperity of the old world. At the same time, the elves can also Enjoy the freedom and comfortable life they want.

The moon god, Shangshen, did not stop all of this from happening. She and Ryan's child, the new Phoenix Lord Amatil, just watched everything silently.

"Alaric, the High King of the Dwarves, is an interesting guy." Frederick smiled at the empty tomb: "Perhaps under his hands, the dwarves will usher in a glorious era again, but I always feel that Xiao Suo Algreen has a better chance."

After the end of the last hour, Thorgrim, the dwarf supreme king, led the remaining dwarf army back to Eternal Peak and immediately passed it on to his son Alaric. Died in the hall, all members of the Incarnation Council attended the funeral and gave Thorgreen a very high evaluation.

Unexpectedly, the Eternal King Malekith knelt before Thorgreen's body and admitted his past mistakes, which greatly eased the hatred between the elves and dwarves.

Fifty years is not enough time for the elves, but it is indeed a chance for the dwarves to take a good rest. After one battle after another, finally, after many years, the gate of the Eternal Peak was reopened. The endless stream of caravans can vaguely see a little bit of past glory.

"Grandfather Bellegar, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, passed on to his son Thorgreen after the Last Battle, and then took a small team of dwarves to explore the world. He came back ten years ago. Godfather, you know what happened in the Far East. What?" Frederick smiled happily: "Haha, the Skaven abandoned the Rat City and fled to the Far East. A new "anti-pressure clan" was established under the siege, and the rebuilt Sindan, Nipeng, and Indi dynasties fought all day long. The Nur court had discussed many times whether to go east, but they finally gave up. It was too far away. It’s really too far away, hahahahaha!”

Frederick's merry laughter filled the room.

Smiling and laughing, Frederick gradually calmed down: "But there are still troubles, Godfather, the conferment of the Elector of Sylvania was a helpless move at that time. We also know that, but these years, Vlad von -Although Carstein is obedient, he is always plotting something. The empire has no solution for the time being, and I can only send people to closely monitor the movements on the border. Vampires are too dangerous, especially because their time is almost unlimited."

"Nevrata, the Blood Patriarch of Lahmia, has returned to her Silver Peak Mountain. She has not stepped out of Silver Peak Mountain as promised for decades. The Queen of Lybaras, Khalida, has also returned to her desert. Now she is committed to fighting Antarctica I hope that after she completes her goal, she can fall into a deep sleep like the dynasties of the ancient tombs and never wake up again."

As he spoke, Frederick frowned, and the emperor shook his head again and again: "Godfather, I also understand in my heart that there are some things that have never been done well. When you were alive, you tried your best to fight against noble corruption and bureaucratic corruption." Stubborn disease, when the empire came into my hands, it was better when it was first rebuilt, but in the past few years, the problem of official administration has been repeated."

"I really envy German. He has the assistance of the Church of the Goddess of the Lake and the Church of the Goddess of the Spring. He is watched by God. The problem of corruption and abuse of power by the bureaucrats has been suppressed to the lowest point, but Charlemagne returned after the final moment. Supreme God, he went to explore the depths of the universe with the blood dragon ancestor, Tyrion and others." Frederick smiled bitterly: "Father has also taken mother away for many years, and only occasionally can I contact you once. , Sometimes I really feel very lonely, fortunately, there is that stinky brother of Devon to chat with, but Devon is also planning to leave recently, grandpa... can't wait any longer."

"So, what about me? Godfather?" Frederick knelt down again: "Is it time for me to leave too? Noelle gave birth to a son William IV for me. He has good abilities and should be a good emperor. But I'm still a little worried."

The cemetery was silent.

Frederick could not kneel for a long time, until at some point, a beautiful elf lady appeared beside the tomb with a lovely little daughter.

That is the Elf Queen Alisara, one of Frederick's two queens, and their daughter Keli, the Spark Knight of the Zephyr Knights.

"Frey?" Alisara pulled Keli and knelt down: "It's already night outside, and everyone is worried about you."

"Yeah, it's time to leave." Frederick realized something. He knelt down again and kowtowed, with tears in his eyes: "It's time to leave, Godfather!"

"May your heroic spirit bless mankind and the empire forever!"

"Hero, Immortal!"