Proof of the Sun King

On the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, the mountain wind whistled, and the boundless galaxy shone in the sky. Lawn drank his wine in small sips, burped gracefully, and then stroked his war horse: "Han Dill, are you full?"

The elf warhorse nodded heavily, and licked the bottom of the bowl with a sigh of relief, and snorted at Ryan.

"It's complimenting you on the delicious soup~hahaha~" Lawn carefully helped his warhorse groom its mane, and smiled: "Few things can be praised by Handier, by the way. , where is your war horse?"

"I gave it to my companions to let them escape." Ryan looked at the large number of gaps and damages on his chain armor, thinking that this armor might be difficult to repair, and he needed a new set of armor.

"A war horse is half of a knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Lawn immediately realized how dangerous the crisis that the group of humans faced at that time was.

"This is a knight's oath, isn't it? Defend the country, defend the territory, and defend the relatives." Ryan is not very hard to say because he didn't find the situation outside because he lingered in the military records of the garrison, so he changed his tone.

"It's... It's hard for today's knights to have this kind of awareness. In their opinion, the teachings of ladies are not as important as their lives and futures. The virtues of knights in the past have become the shackles that bind them to make money and become higher." Instead, Raun was distracted by Ryan. He considered it for a while, and then took the initiative to speak: "Do you know the battle of Marienburg that broke out a few months ago? The war between the Empire and Britannia?"

"I know a little bit, I heard... Finally you have peace talks with the empire?" Ryan thought for a while, thinking that since Raun took the initiative to talk about this, he just happened to inquire about something.

"Peace talks? Che, it's peace talks. It looks beautiful, but you know what? The fact is that Brittany lost." Lawn shook his head, and a little contempt appeared on his face involuntarily: "It failed from beginning to end. The war failed at the beginning, failed in the process, and failed in the end, if it wasn’t for the Emperor who gave us some face, we still don’t know if Richard would be able to secure the throne.”

"Can you tell me in detail?" Ryan was curious.

The person in front of him is a great nobleman in Brittany, and he is one of the three most prominent families. The blood of these three families can be traced back to the founding knight king Arthur.

These three major families are "Leaping Lion", "Red Fire Dragon" and "Pure White Horse". Most of the knight kings come from these three families.

Going far, let's listen to what the great noble in front of him has to say.

"After receiving the invitation of Schultz, the Archduke of Marienburg, our King of Knights 'Tiger' Richard lost his head under the temptation of five carts of gold coins, and decided to lead the army to dispatch, followed by a large number of strays. Knights and ranger knights...and those infantry regiments and archers formed by tenant farmers." Lawn shook his head and looked into the distance: "Besides, the major dukes rarely responded or even refused to respond."

Then Lawn said "hey": "You know what? Lord Aintree actually only sent an army of four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and more than fifty farmers to answer the call, not even a knight. "

"Ha~ That's for sure. His Excellency Duke Winford has frequent trade with the Empire and Marienburg, and he definitely doesn't want to have a deadlock with the Empire." Ryan immediately heard the overtones of the Knights of Mission: " And not a single knight is sent, which is quite obvious."

"So, there was no need to fight this war. The real knights didn't come. What do those young people who are full of blood and meritorious ideas know? Do they really think that the imperial army on the opposite side is the same as the serf uprising they usually suppress?" Raun didn't seem to hear anything in the words of the White Wolf Knight, and he spread his hands: "As you know, the Empire and Britania, who were only confronting each other, rushed into the Imperial Army because of a group of young people who were eager to make contributions. It's a real battle."

Ryan nodded in approval. He knew that Lawn saw the core reason for the Knight Kingdom's dispatch of troops: this dispatch was supposed to be a deterrent by force, but for various reasons, the war was started inexplicably. fail.

"The front and rear armies are seriously out of touch. When the knights rushed towards the Imperial Halberd Legion, the longbow team behind them didn't even get within range, and there weren't enough knights to command. What do those serf infantry regiments know? It's a mess." Lawn sighed: "Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, His Majesty Karl Franz, the Emperor of the Empire, had keenly captured this once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane, and he personally led the Rick guards. Charged towards the chaotic Brittanian army, and after two back and forth, the serfs were completely defeated."

Ryan understands that this is called a failure of the process. Most of the knights rushed into the imperial army formation. Facing the halberd army formation that was waiting for them, they would definitely not be able to take advantage of it. They would inevitably fall into the quagmire. Next, at this time, at most Richard, the King of Knights, is left with the knights and guards. At this time, the situation on the battlefield is completely irreversible.

"As for the subsequent peace treaty..."

Just when the two knights with the same name as the lion were talking happily.

The capital of the Empire, Brunswick.

The splendid palace is surrounded by towering statues. The statues of the founding emperor of the empire Charlemagne and the twelve Carolingian knights stand around the palace. The statue of Charlemagne holds a sword in one hand and a book in the other, with a natural look. Look ahead.

The 50-meter-high palace gate is engraved with ancient historical frescoes, from the beginning of Charlemagne's rise to the army, to the "Battle of Longbeard" that established the human dwarf covenant, to the black fire pass that wiped out the greenskin army. The battle, then the battle of the Rick River where he defeated Nagash, the undead master, and finally the wall of the first Chaos Invasion, where Charlemagne wields the holy sword and confronts Moka the "Unifier".

The Emperor of the Human Empire, Karl Franz Friedrich, is writing in his study.

"Although Brittany failed in the Battle of Marienburg, it was because the main force was not yet available. In any case, we are all fellow human beings, and I don't want our knight friends to turn against us - just a possibility Neither." The Emperor of the Empire was writing on his desk with a quill and parchment: "The Empire is too big, with too few friends, and enemies on all sides. In this case, the Empire must unite as few allies as possible, the Holy Grail. The strength of the Knights is necessary."

"The electors bullied me to the throne when I was young, and made me difficult for many times in the parliament, hoping that I could decentralize, but after the victory in the blood pine forest and the victory in the rebellion, this victory in the face of the knight kingdom finally let me Temporarily gained their trust."

Karl Franz was still writing when a notification sounded outside, and a valet approached in small steps: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich is here."

"Please come in." The emperor raised his head, he was not very old, he looked in his thirties, his voice was thick and powerful, his body was amazing, his appearance was handsome, very energetic, and his eyes were bright, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning.

"Yes!"

After a while, the fully armed Imperial Count Heinrich Franz came to the emperor's study and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, the electors have arrived at the Imperial Parliament."

Hearing the words "Elector", the emperor's fingers trembled slightly.

"Well, I see, I'll go right now." The emperor got up, looked at the wisps of light penetrating into the room from the colorful glazed windows, and sighed: "The war has never stopped, the past will not, the present will not, the future... the future. Who knows?"

"By the way, have you notified the Magic Guild?" The emperor suddenly asked about this as he walked through the long corridor with his leather boots on the soft carpet.

The Magic Guild is not a magic church. The Magic Guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Academy of Wizards and is directly under the Imperial Emperor. The leader of the Magic Guild is the Imperial Royal Chief Wizard. The current Chief Wizard is Senus Gehrman. A fire-type great wizard with unfathomable strength. Many people say that he has advanced to the sanctuary, but no one dares to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, Your Excellency Gehrman is already on his way to the palace." The attendant replied.

"Gelt also called, and I want to see him after the meeting is over," the emperor added.

"Understood." An attendant walked away quickly.

The imperial parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not big. This house inside the imperial palace occupies a smaller area than imagined. It is just an independent large yard and a three-story mansion. The interior of the yard is five steps and one Post, ten steps and one post, golden body and golden armor, the Battlefield Guards armed with hammer swords watched for any possible disturbances.

Karl Franz motioned his guards to back away, and he gently opened the door. All the electors of the empire were already seated, even the elector of Brescia, a boy who was only a teenager and not even a man. Looking around cautiously, there were not many people in the parliamentary hall. Behind each elector stood only one courtier. The hall was not narrow, and many of the electors were even enjoying drinks and snacks.

However, the atmosphere here is suffocating.

The kingdom of the human empire has been passed down to this day. Only four of the twelve Carolingian knights of Charlemagne's founding have survived to this day. The remaining electors are all military nobles who were enfeoffed after Ludwig. Every elector is a powerful man with outstanding military exploits, and the terrifying aura of their bodies fills the hall with air. Throw it away and run away.

In addition, the Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Vukma-Beckmann, is closing his eyes and meditating, the Archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing with Manfred, the Elector of Volrich, about further improvements in food crops, and the Church of Magic’s The archbishop looked at his gemstone ring, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing the emperor pushing the door in, all the electors stood up and motioned, Karl Franz motioned for everyone to sit down: "Gentlemen, there are two things that need to be discussed with you when the parliament is held today."

"Your Majesty, please speak directly." The speaker was Roland Otto Feichenbach, the Elector of the Empire of Altdorf, "Victory Horn". His daughter Helena was the emperor's wife. This elector did not look old. Big, but insiders know that he is almost 100 years old. As the direct descendant of the twelve Carolingian knights and the father-in-law of the emperor, he has reason to take the initiative to ask.

"The first thing is very simple, this is a letter from the high elf Phoenix Prince Tyrion." The emperor walked to the main seat and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.

"What did the letter with long ears say?" It was Umberto Corleone, Elector of Imperial Tuscany "The Lion of the Sun", the brown-haired Elector with a full beard He is over two hundred and seventy years old. He is the only legendary human hero who has been an elector since before the great holy war, and is still an elector to this day. He is a strong man in the sanctuary. The big nobles who responded, the candidate not only handed over all the military power, but also went to the battlefield in person. In the Battle of Fasha, he killed two demon princes by himself.

"The messenger from Ulthuan brought greetings from the Phoenix King, and at the same time, he made a small 'request'." With an unstoppable sarcasm on the emperor's face, he handed the letter to the attendant, The squire delivered the letter to Umberto.

"Humph!" Umberto slapped the table after taking a few glances: "Too deceiving! What do these sharp-eared people want?! They want the right to vote!"

Wow! The entire assembly hall was like a hot pan with oil, and there was a loud noise.

"Never allow it! Human affairs should be settled by human beings!"

"There has never been a precedent for a high elves to interfere in the affairs of the human empire! I don't agree!"

"impossible!"

"The emperor of the human empire should be chosen by humans!"

The electors were excited ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and roared, saying that there is absolutely no reason for the high elves to participate in the affairs of the empire.

Karl Franz signaled everyone to be quiet again: "Then gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is approved."

Then, the emperor sat in his seat and watched the heated discussions among the candidates, but except for the Archbishop of the Magic Church who said nothing, almost everyone said that it was impossible to accept such excessive demands.

Karl Franz thought that as long as the candidates were in their right minds, it would be impossible for them to agree to such a humiliating ordinance. Even if Tyrion could promise in the back of the letter that if the proposal passed, the high elves would be willing to share more mysteries of magic and technology. no.

But the elector of Brescia was still a child, what would he think? The Emperor noticed that the Brescia Elector was whispering to the courtiers behind him.

"What shall I do?" the boy, named Jani Bernardino, asked carefully to his courtier.

"You should vote no, my lord."

Ten minutes later, the emperor signaled to start voting.

Fourteen votes against and one abstention.

The one who abstained was the Archbishop of the Magic Church. The emperor was not surprised by this. The Magic Church hoped to learn more magic mysteries from the high elves. To abstain from voting was already a concession from the Magic Church.

"Okay, then this matter was rejected by the Imperial Parliament." Karl Franz nodded, the result did not surprise him at all: "Then, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "The Storm Fortress was breached by the northern barbarians, and none of the 2,000 defenders survived! About 4,000 barbarian troops rushed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord asked us for help!"