Chapter 284, A Gathering of Heroes

On the cold mountain roads of the Gray Mountains, Casvann, the Duke of Palavon, and his army are trudging hard. The knights are brightly armored. The faces of the knights were filled with the glory and enthusiasm of the expedition. The expedition has great confidence.

The march of knights in Brittania is a very beautiful scene in the old world. It is an incomparable beauty on the road of gray ladies with only black and white. Each knight carries three or four horses. All The war horses are all covered with meticulous high-quality horse clothes. There are hundreds of family coats of arms in more than a dozen duchies in the Knight Kingdom, and even the kingdom's heraldry masters need to spend a long time gradually identifying them.

Behind the team, a train of hundreds of freedmen formed a long queue, followed by infantry regiments composed of squires, grooms, cooks, heralds, priests, and serfs. Sergeants guarded the baggage, forming a beautiful landscape.

But this is the time to go.

Now, continuous rain is falling from the sky, this terrible sleet has caused great damage to Kasvann's army, the bone-deep ice is washing the huge cliffs on both sides of the road, and the dark clouds above the sky are roaring Howling and howling, gray rain fell from huge air masses, tormenting Kasvann's army.

The enthusiasm for the expedition was therefore unsustainable. Only those who experienced the horror of sleet in the high mountain environment knew it. The morale of the knights was severely hit by this. The weak knights kept their heads down and walked silently. , The knights who still have strength kept cursing, complaining about the nasty weather.

The knights can still persist in the face of this kind of weather. The serf infantry suffered heavy losses. Their animal skin cloaks or woolen clothes may keep them warm on weekdays, but they are powerless against this level of severe cold. People die every day. Many shallow graves were left behind.

Even so, Kasvann's army was still crossing the Gray Mountains at a relatively fast speed.

The target was directed at Hemgart.

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Helmgart at night, the Emperor's Rest Hotel.

As an important garrison point of the empire, Hemgart has a special palace for the emperor. Right now, the Emperor's Rest Hotel is holding a lively dinner party, because the scouts' investigation shows that Kasvann's army wants to arrive here at least It takes three days.

The dinner party was very lively. The war between the Empire and Britannia attracted the attention of the human kingdoms of the Old World. In addition to Ryan and others who came from afar, the Duke of Montfort of Britannia was also present, and the Empire was also present. Several electors came.

Everyone wants to watch the war,

This is an important opportunity to assess the strength of the Reich and the capabilities of Karl Franz.

Not all the participants wanted to participate in the dinner, at least Julius and Gerald didn't like it, they sat in the corner boringly, eating in silence.

Some people are like a fish in water at a dinner party.

"Hey! Boris! I saw your Sima face again!" Ryan, dressed as an earl, held his wine glass and pointed at Boris Todbring, Elector of Wohlrich and Grand Duke of Middenland with a smile. Ge: "You have this kind of expression of bitterness and hatred all day long, and it makes people feel unlucky to look at!"

"Hey! Ryan, you bastard, when I have a chance, I must push your little white face into the cold swamp of Drakewald Forest, so that you can understand what cruelty is!" Elector Boris saw Ryan appearing, then A little smile finally appeared on Zhang's stern face: "Well, Yurik, we meet again. I still remember the story of us expelling Nurgle on the Krona Plain last time. Kudos to Urik, that was a beautiful victory."

After finishing speaking, Elector Boris deliberately glanced at Emperor Karl Franz who was standing beside Ryan.

The emperor smiled thoughtfully at Ryan and said, "I knew you were familiar."

Boris was also one of the candidates for the throne. His maternal grandmother married the savior Ludwig's younger brother Heinz. Compared with Karl Franz's grandfather Leopold, Boris's blood is even stronger. Close to Ludwig.

Therefore, he has always been feared by Karl Franz. In a sense, the confrontation between Boris and Karl Franz represents the confrontation between the northern sect headed by Urik and the southern sect headed by the three major churches in the empire.

"Yes, Your Majesty Franz, I have known him for a long time, but I am not very familiar with it until the last battle on the Korona Plain." Ryan said with some playfulness, his stature will be slightly taller than the emperor: " If it wasn't for Boris, I might be dead."

"This is indeed a great war..." Before Karl Franz could say anything more, a champion knight of the Griffin Knights rushed into the dinner party roaring: "That bastard! The one who doesn't want to call His Majesty the Emperor Where's the bastard? I'm going to fight him!"

The knights in full armor quickly found Ryan, and most people understood Ryan's reluctance to call Karl Franz "emperor" because Ryan is not a nobleman of the empire now, but many loyal The imperial knights were very dissatisfied with this god-chosen champion who rose from Nord and had a close relationship with the empire. They really wanted to tear Ryan's pride into pieces.

Ryan's name is well known, and his feats have been heard by the nobles of the empire. The imperial knights naturally know that they need to send out equivalent champion knights.

The challenger in front of him is Rogge, the champion knight of the Griffin Knights.

Before Ryan could speak, the champion knight took out a glove and threw it at Ryan.

Standing not far away, Francois, who was communicating with a Moorish knight, frowned. Duke Winford noticed that Karl Franz did not object, but wanted to see things with great interest. develop.

Francois thought to himself that this might be a coincidence in line with the emperor's wishes. It seemed that the new emperor of the empire was also very interested in Ryan's strength, or perhaps this was not a coincidence at all, but an intentional arrangement by Karl Franz.

The new emperor of the empire acted domineeringly and had a tough style, but he also inherited his father Luitpold's excellent diplomatic skills. In the few years since he took the throne, the young emperor not only secured his position through a series of diplomatic means and military victories The position of emperor also gradually integrated the power of the empire together.

Francois thought of Richard, the aging knight king of Brittania, and sighed in his heart.

Richard is not as good as Karl Franz. This is already a recognized situation in the old world. It is said that Richard intends to let his distant nephew, the Duke of Connet, Lawn Leo Cornwall take over the throne of knights, but because Moggie Anna was seriously injured, the matter was shelved, and Richard, in François' opinion, was still too attached to give up the throne.

"For the sake of honor, I can't refuse this challenge." Ryan took the gloves, and there was still a faint smile on the face of the fairy champion in the lake: "But the confrontation between us cannot be meaningless, we are all human beings, right? Is it?"

"What Ryan said makes sense." Emperor Karl Franz nodded and smiled, and his attendants quickly brought up two bolts of velvet satin: "This is the silk from the famous Mrs. Egg tailor shop in Brunswick. It rewards the winner."

Then you are giving my precious daughter a present, François thought.

"Then, please excuse me for a moment, His Majesty Franz, and Boris." Seeing the reward, Ryan smiled on the face of the Holy Grail Knight, and he followed the champion knight of the Griffin Knights out of the hotel gate .

Umberto Corleone, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Aviland approached the emperor with red wine, and the bearded Elector whispered, "You arranged it?"

"Why not? We need to know how strong he is, right?" Carl Franz shrugged, "Twenty-nine years old, Earl, Commander of the Holy Grail Knight, God's Chosen Champion, Exiled Demon... Shall we go out and see?" The duel process..."

"Boom!!!"

Before the words were finished, there was a loud noise outside the hotel, it was like the sound of something being smashed with a blunt instrument.

The expressions of Karl Franz and Umberto changed.

Everyone at the dinner party subconsciously looked at the door of the hotel.

The knight on the opposite side of the mountain, Earl Ryan Malcador walked into the dinner party again from the entrance of the hotel with a smile on his face. He dragged a leg of Rogge, the champion knight of the Griffin Knights, and the plate armor of the champion knight slid against the ground. , making a metallic screeching sound.

The champion knight of the Griffin Knights was in a coma. He rolled his eyes, vomited gastric juice, and was unconscious. However, his life should not be in danger. The emperor's attendants hurriedly dragged this embarrassing thing out of the banquet.

"I knew it would turn out like this." Elector Boris said gloatingly. Seeing the emperor's champion knight being defeated with a hammer, Boris felt relieved.

It was us White Wolf Knights, now it's your turn.

The champion chosen by the fairies in the lake took the silk and satin, and came before the emperor with a glass goblet: "Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty, let us continue."

"Okay." Karl Franz still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

The emperor's heart blew a violent storm. The Griffin Knights are the knights serving the emperor's private knights. The strength is not as good as the top knights of the empire. The champion knight Rogge is thirty-five years old this year. It was a legendary middle class, but it was defeated by Ryan with a hammer.

What the hell is my empire missing?

On the surface, the emperor still looked normal, and he first introduced to Ryan: "I don't need to introduce Boris, come on, the champion of the Lady of the Lake, this is the Elector of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Ivyland Your Excellency Umberto Corleone, Aviland is a large agricultural province of the empire, and it is also the richest province after Rickland. Your Excellency Umberto is the only remaining elector who has participated in the great holy war. Not only did he vote for my grandfather, he voted for my father, he also voted for me a few years ago."

"Hello, Your Excellency Umberto." Ryan knew that the bearded elector in front of him was unfathomable, and he was also an important political ally of Karl Franz. He expressed enough respect: "Can you and It's an honor to know you."

"Good strength, young man." Umberto patted Ryan on the shoulder: "I look forward to more exciting performances from you in the future."

Then, an elector with a rich and sad face and a slender beard came to Ryan under the recommendation of the emperor. Karl Franz introduced enthusiastically: "This is the elector of Wolfen. Also the Grand Duke of Oster, Vamir-von-Zhukov, Osterland is a territory filled with forests and mountains, His Excellency Vamir has spent his whole life since his accession to the throne and the mountains and the darkness inside the forest Biological confrontation, he is an excellent general and guardian of the northern frontier of the empire."

"I've heard your name before, Ryan Malcador." Ostland is close to the Nord Kingdom in the west and Kislev in the east. Of course, Wamir has heard Ryan's name: "It's my first meeting, it's an honor to meet you your turn."

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Vamir." Ryan also nodded and said hello. Osterland is the most remote area of ​​the empire. To this day, this province has still not recovered from the devastation of the Great Holy War. Every election The emperors and the northern barbarians have been fighting against the dark creatures in the forests and mountains for decades.

"This is Oleg von Zhukov, Baron Wolfen, the heir to Elector Vamir." Karl Franz continued, "An excellent general."

This is a young man in his twenties. He is wearing a round mink cap and clothes with a red bull family crest. Alright, Your Excellency Ryan Macado, I am Oleg, your strength has left a deep impression on me, we hate chaos so much, I think we may be friends."

"Haha~ I think our distaste for chaos will always surpass the little conflicts between each other." Ryan shook hands with him: "The scum of chaos will definitely usher in destruction, I firmly believe."

"I also firmly believe." Oleg nodded. For some reason, he and Ryan felt that they were very close when they met, and the two quickly found a place to communicate in private.

"You have an excellent son, Lord Wamir." Emperor Karl Franz said calmly to the Elector Wamir: "It's just that many of his ideas are too bold. It's not that the empire hasn't tried to go deep into the northern wasteland. To wipe out the barbarian tribes, but once you go too deep, you will suffer heavy losses every time, and you will never return."

"Oleg is a brave boy. He found a teacher for himself, a white wolf paladin who got drunk in Wolfenburg." Wamir said: "Oleg was killed by this knight in a tavern. I did not agree with him at first, but the strength of this paladin is far beyond imagination, if it were not for his help, our army might have been wiped out in the Battle of Wolf Castle."

"It can only be said that Oleg himself is excellent, so he is qualified to be accepted as an apprentice." The emperor nodded.

"Speaking of which, my lord, how do you plan to deal with Kasvann's invasion this time?" Elector Vamir said in a low voice while holding the red wine, "The knights on the other side of the mountain are not easy to deal with."

"I already have a plan." The emperor's voice was full of pride and confidence: "Just watch." If you want to chat with more like-minded people about "Warhammer Throne", follow "Hot Web Articles" on WeChat and read more books chat with friends about favorite books