Chapter 183, The Night of Bordereau (Part 2)

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In this world, people lack entertainment activities, so various banquets emerge in endlessly. Knights can use this name to gather together to eat and drink. For the knight class, meat is a very important way of nutritional intake. Knights Eating meat is justified.

But for demon hunters, there are not so many opportunities for them to eat meat, especially the delicacies of mountains and seas in Bordereau. Abel followed the participants and prayed a few words without sincerity, and used clean water under the guidance of the waiter Wash your hands and start eating right away.

The demon hunters followed some etiquette to some extent, and their eating was not too ugly. Some nobles thought that the lady's god-chosen champion came from a poor relative with white hair, and they didn't say anything when they saw that Abel's manners were passable. .

The job of a demon hunter is like this. They do the hardest work and live a life of wandering, but they don’t get much income. They burn their lives to fight against chaos and all kinds of dark creatures, but there are always very few fellow human beings. Treat them fairly, especially the ignorant peasants, who regard witchers as scourges and do everything possible to avoid contact with these "alien species" if it is not necessary.

More than 150 years ago, after Ludwig expelled Chaos, the entire continent was devastated, and dark creatures even blatantly appeared a hundred steps away from the town. This world needs a large number of demon hunters to deal with all kinds of monsters. Scattered dark creatures, demon hunters once became a popular profession and choice, and many noble families sent their children who had no inheritance rights to the demon hunter guild for training.

Times have changed. Many of the formerly large number of demon hunter castles have been abandoned. There are only a few apprentice demon hunters who have been trained in the castle. The huge guild headquarters castle has been in disrepair for a long time. More defenses were decommissioned and abandoned.

So Abel chose to leave.

Abel was born in Rickland of the empire. He was the illegitimate child of a nobleman and a witch. Under normal circumstances, his illegitimate child would have two fates. If the witch was a court advisor or a female courtiers, then this illegitimate child will generally be recognized, that is, he has no inheritance rights but has aristocratic status, and is brought up as a child of a nobleman.

Unfortunately, Abel is the second type. His mother didn't want to raise him, so he was given to Jacob, an old witcher, to be raised. After Jacob passed away, Abel thought that the hunter The Devil's Guild had nothing left to cherish, so he came to Britannia.

A gorgeously dressed high elf held her head high, her chin raised high, her face arrogantly holding a wine glass and walked by, her tone of mouth was full of contempt: "What a bunch of barbarians, even if they use expensive silk adorn themselves with tapestries, even though they spray perfume on themselves,

Still can't hide the fact that they are a group of savages. "

The other high elf looks more mature and stable. He is wearing a blue and white gold-encrusted cloak, a large high-elf mage robe, and a golden feather crown on his head. On the surface, he looks like he is only in his twenties, but In fact, no one knows how old this high-spirited wizard is—the most common high-spirited wizard has a lifespan of at least 800 years, and this high-spirited wizard is not an ordinary person at first glance: "Shut your eyes Smelly mouth, are you going to offend every foreign race you see like Caledor? Dasu? The high elves will bring trade and goods to friendly nations, and bring swords and destruction to enemies."

"Anatole, you are always like this. Sometimes you are too easy to give these barbarians a good face, so that these barbarians think they are civilized." Another high elf shrugged: "Okay, I admit it At least the military strength of this country is still good, anyway, we just look for those with the Holy Grail badge."

There are also diplomatic relations between the high elves and Britannia, but the exchanges are infrequent. From the perspective of the high elves, if they can establish a good relationship with the empire and get the resources they want from Marienburg, they don't bother to spend more energy on it. Back with the Bretons.

The most recent exchange between the two parties was about twenty years ago, when Richard, the knight king who had just ascended the throne, and Imrik, the dragon prince of the high elf Caledor kingdom, fought side by side to eliminate an army of beastmen besieging Krona.

(The high elves don't care about Britannia's life, they just don't want this army of beastmen to destroy the elf ruins of Korona.)

The Bretons took great pride in fighting alongside the High Elf armies, and many knights claimed to have seen Richard the Knight save the life of the Dragon Prince Imrik, who was struck from his mount by a Cyclops Down, the situation was critical, it was Richard who bravely rode a hippogryph and stabbed the Cyclops in the eye, saving Imrik.

It’s just that the high elves don’t think so. After this battle, the Dragon Prince Imrik regards the Knight King Richard as an enemy, because Richard witnessed his ugliness and killed his prey. Imrik swore that he would never I will forgive Richard, and if I have the chance, I will completely defeat him to avenge my shame.

Anatole is the magister of the Safray Magister Council, a disciple of the high elf magister Teclis. In his long life, the magister was tired of the endless war with the dark elves, so Following in the footsteps of his mentor, he decided to travel to the Old World.

At the same time, he also carries the mysterious mission of the mentor. Lilith, the goddess of fate of the high elves, recently dreamed to the great magister Tigristo, saying that a gray horse appeared in Britannia in the old world, and he would change the world. fate.

Teclis has always been a loyal follower of Lilith and a wizard chosen by God, but now he has other things to do, so Anatole volunteered to come to the old world. Of course, high elves are higher than humans everywhere. Wait, the Duke of Boldero is very happy with Anatole's arrival and entertained him with great hospitality.

The high elves are composed of twelve kingdoms, but the Phoenix King is generally selected from the two oldest and most glorious kingdoms, the Caledor Kingdom and the Safri Kingdom. Unlike the Caledor Kingdom, the high elf nobles who emerged from the Safri Kingdom are all excellent politicians and diplomats. Anatole has only been in Poldero for a few days and has become the most popular in the court. welcome people.

At this moment, bursts of applause came from the courtyard. A court wizard used magic to create the illusion of mermaids and dolphins. In the white halo, the mermaid holding a trident and the lovely dolphins stood in front of the courtyard. Shuttle between pools and pavilions, the exclamation of male nobles and the screams of female nobles can be heard endlessly.

"Wonderful, wonderful use of light magic." Ryan clapped his hands gently, biting his ear with Suria: "Magic is not only used for fighting, it can help our lives in many ways, we cannot use magic Treat it as a scourge."

With an intoxicating blush on the female knight's face, she just hugged Ryan's arm tightly. Just now they tried various games at the banquet. This feeling of sneaking without their father and brother around made the Duke's daughter addicted to it.

Francois acquiesced to the matter between her and Ryan and even encouraged her in a roundabout way, which allowed the female knight to let go of her burden and enjoy the good time with Ryan.

"That's just some small tricks, not a low-level thing." A voice cut into the conversation between the two people inappropriately: "Magic has many uses, but it is not one of them to use tricks to please the public."

"Hi, nice to meet you, Lord Ryan Malcador, I am Anatole, Anatol-Star Chaser, from the Council of Magisters of Safray." The high elf leaned on his staff and appeared in the Ryan's side: "I heard your name from Temag, I think we can talk."

"Is there anything Asur wants to talk to me about?" Ryan turned around, he had already noticed the high elf.

After learning that he was the high elf magister of the Safrui Kingdom, Ryan decided that the high elves were divided into many kingdoms, among which the Safrui Kingdom was closer to humans, and the current Phoenix King Fenuba came from Safrui. Furui Kingdom, many high elves who came out of this kingdom are excellent diplomats.

"Your Excellency Ryan's rising speed is beyond Azul's imagination. Even among human beings, there are very few people who have reached the legendary high level at the age of twenty-five." With a feminine appearance, it can only be seen from the Adam's apple that Anatol is indeed a man. The high elf combed his dazzling blond hair with his fingers, and then continued: "I brought Asur's kindness, Lord Ryan, our strength is obvious to all, the so-called Royal Wizarding Academy in the empire is all under Lord Teclis It was established with the help of Asur, if you need it, Asur can provide you with magical help and answers."

"Someone will provide me with magical help and answers, respectful Mr. Anatole." Ryan tactfully rejected the high-spirited magister's suggestion: "Although it is very rude, but Asur suddenly appeared like this, With such a proposal suddenly made, it is impossible for me to make a decision now."

"Hehehe~" Anatole nodded understandingly, and the high elf leaned on his staff: "I know my appearance is a bit abrupt, it's okay, Lord Ryan, Azul is a race full of virtue and patience, our time It's very long, we also know that we can't win your trust all at once, it doesn't matter, we are willing to wait."

"Azul's strength is far beyond your imagination. I have a little news here. Maybe His Excellency Ryan will be interested." Anatole paused deliberately, seeing Ryan's face was very calm, and then continued: "Kasvann, the Duke of Palavon, is in financial difficulties. He has already owed hundreds of thousands of dollars to the Grand Duke of Marienburg. Therefore, he plans to continue to increase taxes in his own pass, and at the same time demand a large amount of defense expenses from the imperial court. , as his reward for guarding the pass from greenskins and other dark creatures."

"This unreasonable request was naturally rejected by His Majesty Karl Franz Friedrich and the electors. As far as I know, both sides will start their own actions."

Ryan narrowed his eyes now, which is not good news for him.

He also knows something about Casvann, as Francois said, the Duke of Palaon's territory is small and barren, but the Duke himself must maintain a full establishment of Pegasus Knights, which is natural It brought him a heavy financial burden, and Casvann is a great nobleman with good ostentation and luxurious life, so he raised taxes in his own pass many times, which made the nobles of the empire and Brittania They all complained about him.

Has the situation deteriorated to this extent?

He was about to say something when Boderick, the Duke of Boldelo, suddenly appeared. The Duke himself was holding a crystal goblet. When he saw Ryan and others, he smiled and approached: "Oh, my friend Anatole, And Your Excellency Ryan, Your Excellency Suria, why are you hiding in the corner and whispering? We have a bigger surprise here. This is the "Mennan's Enjoyment". I took it out today to celebrate a year's harvest and Hard."

Ryan and Anatole immediately stopped their topic: "Oh! My God, is this the legendary treat of Mannen?"

Mannen's Grace is a legendary wine made by the famous hermit Gotthold Koch in a well-tended field in the Gray Mountains. It is said that the grapes were never exposed to the sun, they were grown in a field shaded by a sliding door, and were never seen only by the direct light of the moon. one.

"Try it, ladies and gentlemen."

"Oh, I'm honored."

The banquet continued in earnest.

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At this moment, the main material universe, the Milky Way, the satellites of the sacred Tara, and the surface of the moon.

Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, who had gone through several months of long expedition, experienced countless difficulties and obstacles. During the expedition, he was even imprisoned by Carlos the Tzeentch and the Primarch Magnus. However, under the rescue of several allied forces and the help of the Harlequin Troupe of the Spirit Race, the expeditionary force was able to escape from the encirclement.

Relying on the webway of the Eldar, Guilliman finally reached the moon. At this time, he was only one step away from the holy Terra.

The exit of the webway is located in a deep ring-shaped valley on the lunar surface. The surrounding visibility is extremely low. The starlight above the head is already dim, and it is even blocked by the ring-shaped mountains. It can only provide limited illumination for the loyal party at the bottom of the valley. .

Roboute Guilliman knew that there was very little breathing time left for his army, so he immediately ordered his army to hurry up and climb the crater. Daomen, which put them at the end of the line.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion raised his head, and as far as he could see was the endless dark sky, countless bright stars, close at hand, within reach, but none of them could reach that beautiful planet. .

Humanity's home planet, Holy Terra, is right in front of the expeditionary army. The brilliance of the human home planet is so dazzling that Guilliman firmly believes that as long as Holy Terra still stands, humanity will never perish.

"Father's throne!" Guilliman muttered to himself, the end of the expedition was at hand, and that was what Guilliman was looking for.

At this moment, the spirit tribe army that was trying to close the gate of the webway was suddenly enveloped by black flames, and the raging black tide submerged the exquisite bodies of the Aida people. Many spirit tribe soldiers were incinerated into ashes by the terrible green flames, while others Chilled and crumbled to pieces.

Guilliman, who had climbed to the top of the crater mountain, looked back and found that the webway gate of the Eldar had been destroyed, and within the corrupted webway space, the Thousand Sons, the fallen legionaries of Magnus the Red Son, were pouring out of the webway door.

Guilliman knew that this great expedition was about to come to an end, and in the distance was the world of his father's throne, a loyal son must not fail here.

The tragic war kicked off. Under the firepower of the loyal side, the Fallen Thousand Sons seemed vulnerable. Under the command of Guilliman and the close cooperation of the expeditionary force, they quickly retreated and were driven back to the net. Near the gate of the way.

Until a terrifying evil energy spewed out from the webway gate, all the soldiers of the expeditionary army felt unparalleled fear. It was a giant beast with a height of more than five meters, two horns on its head, and huge wings on its back. .

"Magnus..." Guilliman recognized his former brother at a glance.

"Oh~ Guilliman, I haven't seen you in 10,000 years, you seem to have become shorter?" Magnus, the red son of the ascendant Primarch, showed a ferocious smile, and he raised his blade staff. He laughed jokingly and said, "Let me see, have you improved after sleeping for ten thousand years?"

Guilliman did not answer, for the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion had just received a communication.

At this moment, a voice that hates iron but not steel came from the other end of the battlefield.

"Mag! Nuss! My son!"

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