MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 108 One hundred and eight · Imperial Parliament · Next (please subscribe)

   Chapter 108 One Hundred Eight · Imperial Parliament · Next (For Subscription)

In mid-August, on the fourth day after the fall of Ditusshavn, with the arrival of the last Elector of Mutter, Sisme Fatheart, belatedly a halfling, in Altdorf, all the Electors had already settled. bit.

  The Imperial Parliament was officially held.

   In the Royal Palace of Altdorf, under the majestic golden dome, the imperial electors, the most powerful people, gathered together.

The giant round table in the throne room, on the innermost ring in the middle, the holy sword of the elector, and eleven rune fangs are placed around the imperial holy hammer Gael Maraz. Sword of Resentment, used by Imperial Champion, Emperor's Personal Champion Warrior Ludwig Schwarzheim, in addition to the missing Twelfth Elector's Holy Sword, Runefang Beast Killer from Dracowald , has long disappeared in the long years, the empire has been searching for two hundred years since the beginning of His Majesty Ludwig, but there is no trace.

   The Dragon's Tooth Sword owned by Karl Franz and the Leg-biting Sword of Boris Todbringer were opposed to each other. Just like the owner of the Elector's Holy Sword himself, the relationship between the entire Imperial Council was very delicate.

The Electors of the South and the Electors of the North are opposed to each other, just like the two Popes, the Grand Priest of Sigmar Vokmar the Relentless and the Pope Uric, the Grand Uric Emir Wagel, devout believers They all looked at each other with a look of heresy, and the great chanting masters and the white wolf bishops who followed them were incompatible.

Apart from the emperor at the head of the round table, the Elector Stuart Fatheart, who was sitting at the bottom of the round table, was chewing the buttocks of the wild boar held in both hands. He was the elector with the most special status. You can also eat whatever you want in the Imperial Council, because halflings really have no way to pass the time here, other than eating.

Mutter led this strange province and gave birth to the best halflings in the whole old world. As early as the time of Magnus the pious, the halflings made great contributions to the Order Alliance, so they got Mutter Territory, and was given the right to vote for the emperor, but the halflings were rarely eligible to participate in the high-level meeting of the empire.

After the start of the Imperial Council, Karl Franz first gave a speech. The Emperor of the Empire reviewed every war that the Empire has encountered in the past 2,500 years, which can be called a war that reversed the pattern of the old world. The Battle of the Pass, the Second Battle of the Black Fire Pass, Boris the Rat Exterminator, and the Vampire War at the end of the Three Emperors Era, the emperor's meaning is very clear, and this war is regarded as determining the rise and fall of the empire.

  When the emperor sat down again, Ludwig Schwarzheim took over the words and explained the battle in Nordland in detail to the electors and the popes and archbishops.

The grand throne room, with countless epic pictures of order overcoming evil on eight sides, hangs down from the glazed shadow wall like a waterfall, the finely carved marble walls echo the strong voice of the imperial champion, and the expressions of the electors around the round table. Different, some are indifferent, some are sad, some are looking at other people with a straight face.

   There is no doubt that more than half of the electors took the Norsca barbarian invasion very seriously.

Although Emperor Carl is still young, he has shown the skills of an excellent general and the mind of a statesman. In response to this large-scale barbarian invasion, the emperor is committed to unifying the power of all the electors and guiding them to abandon the ancient barriers , united under the Hammer Gael Maraz.

The opening of the    Imperial Council was well received, but it involved fundamental issues of interest, and many electors began to split into different groups in an instant.

The    Emperor's proposal to support the Nord Land also brought the Imperial Council into a quarrel.

"Nordland is a remote and remote place, and has always maintained a huge coastline garrison. Your finances are the most critical. Last year, the barbarian invasion of Nord was severely damaged. You received 20,000 pieces of support from Wessonland. Goldmark, seven hundred muskets and sixteen cannons, but what about the result?" Eben von Libowitz, the Grand Duke of Wiesenburg, was the first to speak, he straightened the purple brocade around his neck, and his tone was very unpleasant. Yue: "It's not that I don't want to support. Every time I flatter the order of the Imperial Council, the people of Wessen have already made a lot of profits for the entire empire. They have paid for it again and again, but without any gains, they want to persuade the engineers to help out. I'm afraid even one Blacksmith apprentices are unwilling."

The eyes of the electors around the round table all turned to the Grand Duke of Weissenburg. The gazes from the north of the empire were hostile, while the southerners were a little more complicated, and one or two even faintly supported Eben von Libovier. Z's bold remarks.

"It's not a wise choice to sit and watch the people of the empire endure humiliation and ravages. Respected Elector of Wessenland." Karl Franz took over the words. The palace is his home court and the host of Rickland. , as long as the emperor has the upper hand in words, his influence cannot be underestimated.

   "Furthermore, the Nord Elector Theodoric is asking for help from the Imperial Council, and the Imperial Council must unite its forces and unite with the outside world."

Eben von Libowitz leaned back and spread his hands: "Your Majesty, justice has a price, this is the teaching of the Church of Justice, if I, as the elector of Wessen, choose to ignore the province's citizens The interests of the blood-inducing sword would not be my turn to inherit twenty-seven years ago."

   The Archbishop of Fortune Church, who was sitting at the bottom of the round table, also nodded in agreement.

Apart from Marienburg, Nunn City in Wessenland can be said to be one of the three richest cities in the whole old world. The Church of Fortune has a deep-rooted power there, and the interests fought by the Elector of Wesson are equivalent to fighting for the Church of Wealth. Benefit.

Elector Theodoric of Nord stood up, he took a deep breath, and reported his bargaining chip: "The Nord leader is willing to give 40% of the mining rights, as well as part of the marine industry and maritime trade, as aid mortgage."

   As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room could not help but gasp.

The only two pillar industries of the Nord Hillbills are the rich open-pit ores and the rich deposits hidden in the hills, and the seafood and maritime trade. Theodoric's move is almost equivalent to giving nearly half of Nord's lifeblood to him. others.

   "Not enough." Eben von Libowitz shook his head with a smile, he trusted the chips in his hand very much: "Add one more, the one-way military right of passage in Nordland."

   "What?!" Seahawk Guard Commander Willus Mars shouted angrily: "Duke of Nunn! You are going too far!!"

"Then I don't understand! Eben von Liebowitz! Why did you come to Altdorf's palace? To show your presence?" Boris Todblinger stood up and said harshly , his one-eyed stared at the Elector of Wesson, and at His Majesty the Emperor: "Nordland is part of the empire! If it weren't for the strong Nords and Osters who resisted the barbarians under the Claw Sea , how can the empire develop as it is today?!"

   "The sea eagle and the bull, the two flags have been standing in the north for thousands of years, and they have never yielded! You should be lucky for yourself that your **** Nunn city has the size it is today!"

   "Bang!" Wesson led the elector and slapped the elector up, and he shook his own elegant mustache: "Damn wild wolf! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Behind the seat of Eben, Justice Nunn, the Hand of Judgment, and Titan executioner Theodore Bruckner stood behind the Elector with a sword in blackboard armor. He was like a giant, enough to make the hearts of ordinary people shattered. A thick layer of depression.

Ion Volkhard, the head of the White Wolf Knights, snorted coldly, and also stood beside the White Wolf Elector's seat. The aura of the two imperial powerhouses, like a real black and white, appeared on the round table. A fierce collision in the middle.

The Elector of Ivy, who was the closest to the emperor, rubbed his nose. He frowned and adjusted his indecent sitting posture, leaning towards Boris. Major Redolf ​​was very happy to see the Wesson-led guy shriveled. If it weren't for his status as an elector, he would have wanted to kick him for a long time.

  The emperor's personal champion warriors also joined the confrontation with swords. A team of 12 people dazzled in golden armor and the Imperial Seiko halberds gushed out from behind the shadow wall.

  The golden griffin at the top of the throne room shines brightly, and a special blessing power falls on the guards of the battlefield, and the golden momentum is magnificent.

   Both sides of the confrontation felt a sense of danger.

"Calm down, everyone, this is the imperial parliament of the palace, not the arena of a small city! Do you want to fight openly under the watchful eyes of golden griffins?!" The emperor spoke at the right time, Karl Franz Xu raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling the two electors to sit down.

  The Elector of Wesson had a gloomy expression and sat down quickly. His Nuen armored army was outside the city, so there was really no need to feel sorry for the emperor.

   "Humph!" Boris Todbringer raised his head slightly, threw the Frost Wolfskin cloak and sat down.

The emperor said in a deep voice: "The Norsca invasion is a story about the terror of children in the south, but it is a cruel reality that the northern provinces face every year. The threat from the north is not the first attack on the Wesson Land, not the Tarabek Land. , the power south of the Rick River is well preserved, on the contrary, the barbarians will use all their strength to weaken the power of the northern border, and wait for the next year when we let our guard down and invade again!"

Karl Franz stood up and asked: "All the Electors are aware of the threat of Chaos! Beastmen in the forest, wandering Chaos War Gang! The army of destruction that has invaded many times in history! The cruel reality is also before us! Once the Nord Land falls and the Midden Land is broken through, the Norsca raiders will wantonly shuttle through the huge territory, burning, killing and looting! How many times in history are the prelude to the invasion of Chaos, aren't the barbarians the first to bear the brunt?!"

"Everyone! Only when the claws of chaos are knocking on the castle gate will you wake up?!" Rick led the prince, the emperor of the empire suddenly raised his tone and approached a roar: "If the status quo of the empire is the election of the emperor Hou is only addicted to the struggle for power and is content with his own rule! Everyone here is no longer worthy of the Runefang! Because we are ashamed of Emperor Sigmar! We are ashamed of our dwarven allies in the mountains!"

   "Did you promise to watch the Empire die at our hands, and watch the people of Charlemagne die under the slaughter of Chaos."

   "I don't agree!!" The frank Archduke and Elector of Ivey, Marior Redolf, stood up first and supported the Emperor as always.

"I only answer on behalf of the Elector of Osterling, Van Meer von Laukoff, the Osters will never compromise with Chaos!" Modest Atkinson, the Knight Commander of the Bull Knights, stood up for the second time. .

   "Hawkland will never succumb to the minions of darkness!!"

   "Ostermark will always stick to order!!"

   "Stier Collar."

  At the round table of the Throne Hall, more than half of the electors stood up resolutely. Under the bright light of golden griffins, they once again felt the backbone of this great empire that has persisted for thousands of years.

   "The sea eagles of Nordland will give the invaders the most terrifying counterattack!" Theodoric stood up straight and looked at the first emperor with bright eyes.

Boris, Elector of the White Wolf of Midden collar, grinned, revealing sharp teeth like wolf teeth. He stood up abruptly, one eye full of anger towards heresy: "Lead Midden will follow the Northern God of War. Will to fight the Norscan barbarians to the death!"

   Invisibly, the silence was no longer powerful, and the Elector Wesson, who was sitting on the seat, could not sit still at this time, because the popes and archbishops of the major churches came together to respond to the emperor's call.

   "My Emperor, the 600 Rick Knights of the Altdorf Honorary Company, the Imperial Navy Fleet, and the Rick Knights are ready for war at any time!!" Imperial Marshal Helberg declared.

   "The Knights of Taal's Wrath of Tarrabeheim will all be dispatched! Sweep away all Taal's enemies!" Helmut Feuerbach, Elector of Tarrabek, responded.

   "Four hundred Golden Fleece Knights, and one thousand two hundred Golden Iris Company, will obey your command! His Majesty the Emperor!"

   "The second, fourth, fifth, and ninth companies of the Bull Knights, and seven hundred Indigo Raiders will fight for you! My Emperor!"

   "Leader Hawke's gun battalion and seven river patrol companies will snipe all incoming enemies!"

   "The Church of Justice's apocryphs and the Knights of Silver Blood will give their lives to eradicate all heresies!"

   "The Knights of the White Wolf will fight to defend the northern border in the name of the empire!"

   "Holy Light Knights, Death Moore Knights, Sun Knights"

"Mutter leads the halfling boiler army ready to go! We will provide half of the food as war taxes!" In the throne room, the strong war atmosphere aroused everyone's fighting spirit. At this moment, they no longer regarded themselves as provinces. , After two hundred years, the Empire was reunited at the hands of the new Emperor Karl Franz.

  The electors picked up the holy sword of the elector, plus the one held by the imperial champion, the nine holy swords of the elector were raised in unison, with the sword tips facing each other.

  "." Eben von Libowitz, the elector of Wessen, had blue and white patches on his face. Finally, he pulled out the blood-inducing sword inlaid with diamonds and agate, and chose to stand up.

   This move also attracted everyone's attention.

   "Nun Iron Armor, Black Rose Guard, will reinforce Nordland!"

  The ten electoral holy swords that are still passed down to the world, at this moment, are once again one.

  Karl Franz looked around enthusiastically, and said solemnly in front of the Holy Hammer Gael Maraz: "The empire will last forever! The empire will be immortal!"

   "For the Empire!"

   "For the Empire!!"

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