MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 220 · Heinrich Kemmler

  Chapter 220 Heinrich-Kamüller

In the baron's territory, everything seems to be in order, the territory is getting more and more prosperous, and there are more and more caravans and travelers coming and going. Many trivial official duties basically don't need Baron Draco to handle it himself. Lailon simply acts as a shopkeeper , busy with the construction of Duncan Castle, such as collecting taxes, maintaining law and order and other errands, all left to his subordinates to do.

  Wait until the beginning of July, the weather starts to get hotter day by day.

  Lyron also received an invitation letter.

At the request of the Imperial Royal High Wizard, Flame Mage Senus Gehrman, and the heads of the seven wizarding colleges, the five-yearly Night of Spells will be held in Altdorf. There is no doubt that the host of the Night of Spells is the Emperor of the Empire Karl Franz and a few Rickland nobles, the host invited Baron Draco to Altdorf to watch the ceremony.

The influence of this major event is self-evident. Facing the impact of frequent battles in the Gray Mountains and conflicts in Marienburg, Reikland's financial revenue and expenditure are already on the verge of deficit, but Karl Franz tried his best to reject it in the parliament. The public was determined to expand the scale of this event, investing more than 20,000 gold coins, and the cost almost reached his coronation ceremony.

Not only Leron, but also the electors of various provinces were invited to Altdorf to watch the ceremony, and several Dukes of Brittania on the opposite side of the Gray Mountains also received invitations, including the Duke of Bordeaux, Abery Cologne de Boldroux, Armand de Aquitaine, Duke of Aquitaine, and Taubette-de-Angoulant, Duke of Le-Angoulant, formerly Duke of Colonia, King of Brittania Lawn von Leo Cornwall planned to come to watch the ceremony, but at the beginning of the year, a Musilon undead invasion had been raging until now, leaving the Holy Grail Knight King with a headache and had no choice but to hand it over to a family heir. Come.

Considering the long distance and the time span, Eureka refused to go with her. The witch hunter stronghold recruited several apprentice witch hunters. She was busy training and cleaning up the corruption. The dragon princess Shen Zhu had not yet recovered her strength and traveled long distances. Do it no favors.

Finally, after arranging all kinds of affairs, Laeren decided to take Adrian and Hector to set off together, as well as four or five accompanying followers. An inland city adjacent to the Reik River, with a special road leading to Altdorf in Reikland.

After leaving the barony, about 20 kilometers away, the team of Boris Todbringer, the Elector of Middenland, appeared at the end of the fork. Hold high a battle flag with a wolf's head and a castle, the flag flutters in the warm sunny air, the wolf's head coat of arms on the flag represents the Todbringer family, and the silver-edged castle represents the holy city of Middenheim, The black and white border pattern represents the inheritance of the ancient Teutonic people.

The Elector of the White Wolf took about sixty Black Panther Knights on this trip. They wore leather-studded black fine-work plate armor and shawls with cheetah patterns on their shoulders. He bought exotic southern creatures, such as cheetahs, tigers, and lions, and draped their furs as proof of strength.

  In the middle of the procession, there was a luxurious carriage surrounded by layers of guards. It was obvious that the passengers in the carriage must have a very high status.

   Seeing Lellen and his party at the intersection, von Tugenheim called out very enthusiastically: "Lailen, my good friend, we meet again!"

"Tuggenheim, my elector." Lyran sat on the horseback, smiling, and bowed to Boris. Compared with the white wolf elector's convoy, his team was very shabby. few.

"Haha, we finally meet, Laeren!" After not seeing him for nearly a year, Boris Todbringer has grown back his big brown beard, and his complexion has returned to normal. The long scars are particularly conspicuous, and it seems that the Elector deliberately did not hide them: "Since I was injured, the time spent on horseback is no more than the time spent sitting in the castle office. Along the way, the bones and frames of my whole body are almost falling apart. !"

   "The people of Middenland hope that their elector will be as healthy as before. Compared with the last time in the Great Temple of Urick, you have almost recovered." Layron nodded repeatedly.

"Hehe~ Yes, in order to purify the remaining poison, the Pope ordered many priests to baptize me. It's hard to think about it!" Boris Todd Blingering laughed, and he talked about the incident not long ago , the tone was a little emotional.

At this moment, the window of the luxurious carriage was pulled open, and the Elector's daughter Sirena Todbringer poked her eyes out. She hadn't seen Laeren for a long time, and Sirena saw a familiar figure with beautiful sea-blue eyes. In the middle of the splendor, she immediately waved: "Mr. Lailan."

   "Miss Xilina, you are still so beautiful." Laeren turned to look and smiled softly.

  The Elector's daughter is grateful to Lailun for her help, not only saving the Elector's life, but also her safety.

  In an instant, the two looked at each other, and Xilinna, who was sitting in the carriage, lowered her eyes shyly and smiled politely.

   "Uh huh..." Seeing this, the White Wolf Elector coughed, pretending he didn't see anything, and stroked his beard: "Lai Lun, it's getting late, let's continue on our way!"

   "Okay, let's move on."

In this way, Lailun rode an elven warhorse domesticated by the wood elves, and kept pace with Boris, the Elector of Midden. Do you know anything about this night of magic, or, which wizard do you prefer?"

   "I'm sorry, my elector, my knowledge of the Night of Spells is limited to the battle of thousands of spells in 2415." Baron Draco shook his head, expressing that he didn't know much about it.

The night of the magic duel, also known as the night of the duel of a thousand magics, determined the owner of the Rod of Volan through wizards' wrestling, that is, the chief wizard of the imperial royal family. an all-out war between.

The irreconcilable conflicts between the various branches of the Imperial Wizarding Academy finally intensified and led to violence. On that night, many fireballs, lightning bolts, and various other flashes appeared in the sky over Altdorf. The magical war machines engaged in a massive melee, which was only quelled after six of the eight house heads died tragically from the horrific recoil of magical energy.

The flame mages threw flames at their enemies, while the Academy of Light took out their magic vehicle of light. The trees of the Emerald Academy seemed to be given life, strangling any opponent who dared to break in, and the amber mages put their will Bind to the griffins, use them to attack the Sky Academy, and the Sky Academy retaliates against their enemies by summoning meteors, the gray mages hidden in the dark summoned the knights allied with them-the Judgment Knights, completely put down the opponents The pity of fellow countrymen.

According to the records of the Church of Sigma, nearly 70% of the wizards died in the melee. In the downtown area of ​​Altdorf, the figure of Tzeentch even appeared for a time. Cover up the true face of the Master Academy.

"It's a traditional game among wizards. For those of us who don't have magical talents, it's no different from watching a big firework show." Boris Todbringer smiled freely, holding his hands Chin: "Compared to the knight meeting on the other side of the mountain, the wizards' duel is more gorgeous and fancy, but it is far from the sword-to-sword that makes people's blood boil."

"If nothing else, this year's Night of Spells will be quite exciting. It is reported that Elsbeth von Drakken, the Graveyard Rose of Wessonland, will participate in the duel. As a woman, she may be the worst messed with one."

The name of Elsbeth von Drakken, the dean of Amethyst Academy and the chief death mage of the empire, has been quietly mentioned time and time again, and has been suspected again and again. There have been some witch hunters who were too reckless or fanatical Attempting to investigate further into her mage tower, the witch hunters were never seen again.

"In addition to this eye-catching rose in the cemetery, there is also the head of the academy, who is considered to be the most likely to surpass the legendary flame mage Senus Gehrman." The White Wolf Elector continued: "Leren , you should have heard his name, Barshazer Geert, the new dean of the Gold Academy."

   "I have some impression that he played a decisive role in the battle of Sessenmund," Leron recalled.

  He couldn't forget the hundreds of scenes of Norscan Yankees being bombarded by torrents of metal, especially the ultimate alchemy called a forbidden curse unleashed by metal mages.

"If you ask me, metal mages are very strange, especially him." Boris frowned, as if thinking: "No one has seen the real appearance of Balshazer-Gert. The whole body is hidden under the ochre-yellow robe and the golden mask, not only speaking in a strange style, but also reticent."

"Bailshazer-Gert is introverted and humble, rational yet sensual, and can always give relatively perfect answers to complicated things. Our emperor seems to think highly of this great alchemist." Lailon Expressed his own opinion.

"He is still valued by that guy Karl Franz? Yurik, have the brains of the southerners been eaten by the beastmen?" Boris Todbringer was amazed, but he had to admit The great role of the great alchemist of the empire: "Well, since our emperor is willing to trust, we can't control it. We should arrive in Altdorf earlier. I miss the Lusini eagle wine in the port area very much!"

Lailon nodded repeatedly, the summer sun shone on him, Baron Draco held the reins tightly, thinking that the White Wolf Elector is also a nobleman who loves wine, but this Elector has experienced a sudden After the change, there seems to be some changes in temperament.

   Along the way, with the Elector himself and the Elector's daughter accompanying him, Lailon felt that time passed quickly.

   After three or four days of traveling, the group arrived in Wismond in the early morning. This city of Middenland, which is adjacent to the Riker River, is less than two days away from Altdorf.

  Thus, taking advantage of the short rest time, White Wolf Elector Boris signaled everyone to rest for a day, and then set off in the early morning of the next day.

   "Fight! Fight!"

   Thousands of miles away, in a small town near the foot of the Gray Mountains, a blood-stained white Pegasus battle flag flutters on the wooden sentry tower, symbolizing that this place belongs to the Palaion Principality of the Knight Kingdom.

The knight standing on the wooden wall seemed to be the chief guard of this small town with less than a thousand people. He looked around, and as far as he could see in the distance, there was still an army of undead creatures, among which the boundless army of zombies occupied In the whole line of sight, at the end of the line of sight, there stands a undead giant nearly four meters high, wearing a thick blood-red plate armor, holding a battle ax in both hands, and the whole body is filled with soaring black air.

  In the wilderness, there are burning corpses everywhere, including zombies and humans. Obviously they have been fighting for several days.

The knight lord and most of the sergeants in the town responded to Duke Palaon’s order and went to surround Marienburg. Now, there are only less than ten knights, more than forty sergeants and two soldiers left in this town. More than a hundred recruited serf soldiers.

"Ma'am... please grant me... courage from you, let me fight against unclean creatures..." The knight held the knight sword tightly, trembling because of fear, prayed to the fairy in the lake, but now no one can save this A frontier town.

  The serf archers standing on the city wall, with disheveled faces, stood up tiredly and prepared to fight.

  The number is very few, the quiver and the brazier are placed by the side, the hand that pulls the old short bow is trembling, and the morale is in jeopardy.

   "Shoot the arrow!"

Facing the army of undead rushing towards him, the knight roared hoarsely. Less than seventy short bows were drawn, and sparse arrow feathers flew from the wooden wall. The zombies lost the control of black magic and fell limply, but they were quickly submerged and swallowed like a few waves made by the rising tide.

The tide of corpses rushed under the city wall like a flood. The giant undead with a body size of four meters stepped forward with iron boots and slammed into the crumbling gate of the town. At the same time, the undead carried the siege ladder Standing on the ditch, soon, when the first barren grave guard jumped onto the city wall, several serf archers were killed on the spot in a sweep.

   "Melee! Melee!" several knights on the wooden wall roared immediately.

Afterwards, the serf archers retreated in a chaotic swarm, and groups of sword-shield soldiers and spearmen timidly approached with their weapons raised. They wore simple leather armor, and a few had worn-out chain armor. The formation was very close, but soon, the infantry regiment composed of serfs was torn apart by the guards of the barren graves. They fled yelling, and many even fell off the wooden wall.

   "No, no, no!" The helpless knights were soon surrounded by corpses. They fought hard, but they couldn't stop their fate.

   "Boom!"

  Accompanied by a loud noise, the giant undead creature holding a heavy-duty hatchet split open the city gate. With one blow, he knocked down a dozen serf spearmen in the middle, slaughtering wantonly.

  The flames of war are burning in this border town, crows feasting on carrion hover over the town, and the ground is covered with corpses.

"Well done, my servant, Gul!" The master of the undead army, Lich Master Heinrich Kemmler, walked to the open space in the center of the town, smiling wrinkledly, with a gloomy expression. Full of dead air: "Hehe~ François, Duke of Wenford, you defeated me, now use your subjects to pay for their lives!"

  With one stroke of the ebony staff, throbbing black magic washed over the dead town. A few seconds later, knights with damaged armor and serfs with mutilated flesh stood up again, and they all became part of the Lich Master's army.

   "Zhizhi~~~"

  A blood bat landed in front of Kemuler, and a message woven with black magic was instantly poured into the lich master's schizophrenic mind.

   "Ahhh.....Damn it, Manfred.... Black Arkham!"

   "Attack.....Hemgart...Okay! Okay! The show is about to start again!"

  (end of this chapter)