The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

In the northern part of the kingdom of Elam, across the vast sea, the temperature dropped sharply. There, there was an open northern continent, with many countries on the continent. Because of the cold weather, the folk customs were relatively sturdy. The entire northern continent was more than 20 years old. It was conquered by the church before and brought into the jurisdiction of the religious subject state.

The two main ones are Dore and Baghtia.

Dore.

Tall, the Dorei are known for their love of gourmet food and their love of roasted meats and spirits in order to withstand the cold, and the country has traditionally produced poets, musicians and philosophers.

Even among the poorest classes, these three types of people are not lacking, and the masterpieces full of wisdom and the lullabies of the taverns are often written by the Dorei.

What is even more surprising is that such a country, which is not too hot all year round, has the highest level of perfume manufacturing in the world, because generally speaking, the development of perfume is inseparable from flowers, but it may be precisely because of a certain Due to the scarcity of these materials, Duo Lei will be keen on the development and research of technology.

And their capital, Glaris, is known as the capital of perfume.

Glaris Palace.

The long round table was surrounded by people. King Dorei was about 50 years old but his temples were gray. He clenched the paper in his hand and looked around with eyes that concealed humiliation and helplessness.

"The war is about to start." His voice was heavy.

"Is it with Baghtia?" someone asked, "Those guys really should be taught a lesson, but the war..."

"To Ellen."

"What?!" Everyone looked surprised.

Dolei is located in the northern continent, facing Elam across the sea, and there are frequent trade exchanges between them. Because of the geographical location, there is no friction or feud. Saying it doesn't do any good.

"This is a battle of gods." King Dorei sighed.

"The Church of the Oracle has mobilized most of the troops of the religious subjects to wipe Elam from the map before the end of the year, and we and Baghtia are responsible for attacking Elam from the north!"

"This is sending death!" Someone at the round table stood up.

"Our Dorei warriors are brave and good at fighting, but Elan's ships are strong and cannons, our ships will be sunk before they get close, and more importantly, this war has no meaning other than sacrifice!"

"But this is an order, in order to ensure that every inch of Elam's land is covered by war, which represents the determination of the church."

"Because of the determination of some people, let Dore's soldiers go to die?"

"Pay attention to your words, Balgo!" the king reminded sharply, "this is not a discussion, but a task we must carry out." The king waved his hand wearily, "That's it, transfer resources, block the port, and prepare for war. !"

There was silence in the room, and after a while the general named Balgo stood up abruptly, "Your Majesty, please send other people to fight, the glorious Dorei will not launch a war of aggression without honor, let alone helplessly. Send your soldiers and people to die!"

The tall general took off the badge he wore on his chest, and threw it on the table with a cold snort, "We lost our glory and tradition, what we do today is the beginning of our demise!" After speaking, he stopped talking and strode out. go.

But at this moment, silver light flickered in the room, and a figure wearing a gold-trimmed white robe suddenly appeared beside Balgo, "Disobeying the order is equivalent to blasphemy, and blasphemy...is a heresy!"

"Lord Bishop..." King Dore stood up abruptly, but before he could say anything, the silver figure indifferently pierced General Balgo's chest!

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The blood splashed, Balgo opened his eyes wide, glanced at the king with disbelief, and then fell to the ground. He never thought that, as a general of the kingdom, he would die in the palace council hall, among many Witnessed by nobles and kings.

"This is the fate of the betrayer!" The Archbishop of the Church of Oracle in Glaris said slowly. Although his strength is not as good as Pope Radiance, he is also a veritable saint. In a country like Dore, he can already represent The highest level of combat power.

"You killed my general?!" King Dore clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot.

"Do you want to kill more people?" The archbishop's voice was indifferent. Hearing these words, the king instantly calmed down.

"Since you can't make a choice, let me help you." The archbishop waved his hand, and pictures flashed before everyone's eyes.

"This is Ellen's diplomatic embassy in Glaris!" someone exclaimed in shock.

"It used to be." Accompanied by the indifferent voice of the Archbishop, he slightly clenched his fists, opened a gap in the sky above the Elan Embassy, ​​and then a flaming meteorite fell from the sky.

Rumble.

The earthquake trembled and the flames burned, and the sound of the impact was imprinted in everyone's heart. The house collapsed in the explosion, and only a few people escaped, but unfortunately, these escaped superhumans were attacked soon and did not leave. In a few steps, he fell into a pool of blood.

"What did you do?!" King Dore asked in a harsh voice.

"Make a choice for you." The Archbishop said indifferently, "but this is just the beginning. His Majesty the Emperor asked us to erase Elan from the map, so that those who blaspheme will feel the real pain."

"Not only them, not only the people living in Elam, but also Glaris, Dore, and active Elams in other cities, they will all be targeted!"

After listening to the Archbishop, King Dore seemed to realize something, "You want to do something to the commoners?"

"They are blasphemers, not civilians as you say." The archbishop's expression was as indifferent as ever, "If you don't want to be cleaned up with a lot of people, take care of your country, assemble troops on time, organize supplies, and start wars. "

After he finished speaking, he ignored everyone's reaction, kicked away the fallen corpse, pushed the door and left~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Your Majesty! "

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the king who seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Send troops and send someone to cooperate with the Archbishop's actions."

"Your Majesty, this is a massacre, and the entire Dorei will be ashamed of it." Someone persuaded.

"But at least we can live." The king muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was persuading these nobles or himself.

The order was promulgated, and the whole country was running fast. At the same time, at the port of Glaris, a cargo ship full of materials was preparing to leave the port.

On the bow, a graceful girl lifted the hood of her head.

"Glaris is a beautiful city, but the winter here is really cold, and the temperature in Liam City is more suitable for me." The girl glanced back and sighed softly.