"I saw fire.

Spreading from under your feet.

I heard thunder.

rattling on the road.

Don't call me a liar.

Because I saw blazing fire.

About to swallow everything.”

————The new Imperial Royal Chief Grand Wizard and Supreme Dean of Amber Academy Greg Mattak.

Greg Mattak was lying in the stables of the Imperial Royal Zoo, sleeping soundly.

As the Chief Grand Wizard of the Imperial Palace, Mattak can of course live in the second best room in the Imperial Palace or have the Imperial Royal Hotel open a king's suite. As long as he wants, even when Brunswick's food reserves are stretched, he can

Hundreds of barrels of delicacies can still be prepared from the warehouse, including refined wheat flour from Aveline, fine snowflake beef from Middenland, top-notch high-end wine from Britannia, delicious halfling desserts, and Reikland’s

Various high-end luxury grilled sausages.

Yes, as one of the Iron Triangle with the highest status in the imperial court (along with the Emperor and Marshal Rick), Mattak deserves to enjoy so much, and at the time, whether it was Sernus Gehrman, the supreme dean of the Flame Academy, or the Great Alchemist

This is what division Geert did - the former exploded one after another

He lost an unknown amount of imperial property and at the same time continuously organized expeditions to die in Obien. The latter also mobilized a large amount of resources. The emperor even appointed him as the governor of Solland. A wizard actually took control of the military and political affairs of a former province at the same time.

Such power is unimaginable.

Mattak didn't do that.

Because he knows very well that the mismatch between Germany and Germany is happening to him. He does not have the experience and brilliant record of being a magic consultant for decades like Sernus Herman, and it is even less likely that he will be like Guy.

Just like Galt, he defeated all the great wizards of the empire with his ultimate alchemy. He had both hands on military magic. The imperial army relied on Galt's group of great alchemists to make a comeback countless times.

Matak has neither excellent qualifications nor the strength to stand out from the crowd. He was appointed without even going through the Grand Wizard Duel in the "Night of Thousand Magics", which puts him in a very disadvantageous position.

Of course there is another reason, that is, it is difficult for him to fall asleep in a luxurious suite. Mattak prefers to be at home with the smell of manure, the itching of fleas and the stinging of hay. He even let a mixed-blood horse

The elf war horse first peed next to the haystack and then pooped some more. Then he was satisfied with the smell and fell asleep on the haystack.

But what appeared in Mattak's dream was a nightmarish scene.

In a huge kingdom of decay and decay, a Titan was lying on his back on the withered earth. The rotting leather armor on his body disintegrated with a pungent stench. His originally sacred and magnificent antlers had been poisoned.

vines twining

, His whole body is covered with dark green moss, with a large number of flies floating on it, and his strong body is covered with burning black warts. His torso is tightly tied to black suffocating vines, which are like hungry vines.

The snake twisted and shrank.

Mattak vaguely knew who this Titan was, but he was speechless.

A beautiful woman is looking after the Titan. This is an otherworldly pure goddess. Her innocent face alone can heal the soul, and her gentle touch can heal the most serious wounds. She is laboriously trying to heal the Titan.

In pain, He wept, and His tears could have driven away the most vicious and terrifying disease in the world.

At this moment, He was powerless, and Matak could feel that His power seemed to have become very weak, much like Fang Ji was recovering from a serious injury or a serious illness.

"Tal, father, stand up, stand up."

"Tal, my love, don't give up, be strong."

The goddess called in vain, and only Tal's increasingly cloudy eyes, which moved unconsciously in his absence, proved that the human god-king had not fallen.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaha coming!” Matak woke up from his dream. The chief wizard of the imperial royal family felt like he was being strangled by the throat of fate.

Barely able to breathe, he roared at the top of his lungs and finally felt better after alerting the guards at the Royal Zoo.

Mattak decided to immediately go to see the self-proclaimed Imperial Regent, Marshal Reik Helberg, and tell him all this.

Almost at the same time, Marshal Rick Helberg woke up from bouts of heart palpitations. He found himself lying on the table with his saliva soaking the exquisite parchment scroll. That terrible scene always played in Helberg's mind.

It won't go away.

Heffengen was defeated, Karl-Franz fell, and the Emperor fell from the sky riding a Death Claw and landed in the formation of the Chaos Warriors. The war was a failure, and not a single one of the hundreds of thousands of imperial elites remained.

This nightmare has been repeated in Helberg's mind for more than ten times, and it pains him every time.

The old man was so angry that he almost slapped everything on the table and flew it away.

But he forcibly restrained himself. He took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of bread, took two bites of it and mixed it with a few sips of dark beer. Then he stood up and opened the window.

The imperial capital, Charlemagne's throne, Braunschweig, the first city in the old world, had made Heilberg proud and fascinated countless times.

But now the city is dying of disease.

The roads are covered with black dead moss, and disease-laden vines are climbing up the buildings. Helberg hired more than 30,000 temporary cleaners to clean them day and night, but they were unable to stop its spread. Now half of the city has been destroyed.

Moss and vines covered it, and even the glass windows of the Imperial Palace began to show traces of moss.

The Reik and Wesson rivers that run through the city were blocked by silt. There were either yellow-green stains on the rivers, or foam or large amounts of mossy silt, which blocked the rivers. Heilberg let the Braunschweig Pier Gang use everything they had.

No effort can be made to dredge the river.

The plague called malaria spreads rapidly in the city, and about 100,000 people have been infected. Except for one or two boxes of wood elf medicine imported from the Oliver channel in Brittany deep in the palace, there is no specific medicine.

Deep grief enveloped Helberg's heart, but the old commander did not dare to slack off at all.

The empire of his master, Karl Franz, was falling apart. Thirty years after taking the throne, Emperor Karl Franz had managed to unite the empire through a series of civil and military exploits, political skills, military intimidation, and exchange of interests. And now this

With the death of the emperor and a series of electors it fell apart.

Heilberg could not cope with the request of Acting Archbishop Esme III for the "Reference Opinion on the Excommunication of Luther Huss and Wotten". Heilberg could not cope with the snowflakes that the entire imperial cabinet bureaucrats sent him every day asking him to deal with it.

Heilberg was unable to cope with the collapse of the entire empire's economic situation and his dissatisfaction with the indiscriminate issuance of military invoices. The old commander had no experience in dealing with these matters.

If Heilberg was honest enough, it was not until the past few days that he truly understood the brilliant achievements and extraordinary personal abilities of Emperor Karl-Franz.

Electors, court ministers, wizards, engineers and generals arrived endlessly, making new demands on him every hour, either vital or trivial. For the time being, his intimidation won the three

The elector obeyed and ensured his control over the city's defense works.

Only temporarily.

Helberg knew very well that Emmanuel's mother and son were plotting for the throne. Geisel really wanted to control the military power and he did still have a fortune in his hands that could win over people's hearts. Haute Anderson had no soldiers, no money, and was impoverished but couldn't.

To thwart the Elector's attempts to get his hands on finances and logistics, he made more than one speech to the Braunschweig Quay Gang and various corporate bodies in the city.

The old commander knew that he had to work hard and persevere. Even if he was the only one left, he would still maintain the glory of the empire!

Walking out of the room and the deep corridor, the smell of Aspergillus spores came, and the old handsome man's face became even more ugly.

Have moss and poison ivy spread here?

Waiting outside the gate were the Imperial Royal Chief Grand Wizard Greg Mattak and the Grand Master of the Rick Knights Hans Zentler.

Matak came up and said directly: "My Imperial Regent, the plague is spreading, and the city is being swallowed up by Nurgle's corruption."

"Yes, I know." Helberg looked at Mattak angrily, as if to warn him, but the old coach thought that finally there was a guy who realized the seriousness of the problem, and he wanted to express his appreciation.

and recognized it, but his ferocious expression was no different from the Chaos Demon that Matak saw in his dream: "So what can you do? My chief wizard?"

"How? Didn't I come to find you?" Mattak was obviously irritated by Helberg's plan. The chief wizard said: "Give me 500 people, give me your old soldiers, bring the best firearms and

Equipment, I will take them into the sewers to search for the source of the plague."

"500 people? Fully armed? Old soldiers?" Heilberg looked at Mattak with an idiotic expression: "Do you think I will agree? Shouldn't it be your job to expel corruption? Otherwise, the emperor will appoint you as a royal

What are you doing, chief wizard? I heard someone said that the Braunschweig sewer is at least 48 kilometers long. Are you sick or am I sick?"

"Since I have been appointed as the royal chief wizard, I obviously have the right..." Matak tried to emphasize his power.

"You should learn to solve problems by yourself. My great wizard, Thernus-Gelman, will burn these plagues with a fire, and Gelt will melt everything with a molten metal flow. And you? You will only watch.

Wait, and then ask me for help like a beggar?" Heilberg tried his best to stay calm.

"I will do my best, but the situation is different now..."

"No difference!"

"These plagues are killing the city, my marshal, I noticed your soldiers inside the city..."

"Oh my god, my god, Charlemagne, can you only ask questions? The emperor appointed you to solve problems, not to ask questions!"

"I'm just trying to solve the problem!"

"Then go quickly!" Helberg's saliva sprayed on Matak's face, and the old commander shouted: "Go to the Salia Church or someone else, don't come to me, this is not our priority.

matters! Go and deal with these plagues, immediately!”

"What are your priorities?" Matak was also angry, and the great amber wizard roared out like a gryphon: "Is it to pursue stolen goods and support? Ah! What kind of Khorne decision? If the emperor is still here..."

"That's enough!!!" Helberg immediately pulled out the Rune Fang: "Get out of here now! Go and do your business, don't force me to remove you!"

Matak took a deep look at Helberg, then looked at the Rune Fang in his hand, sneered, and turned to leave.

After Mattak left, Heilberg looked at the great mentor Hans Zentler: "What's the matter?"

Zentler was covered in sweat at this time, and he whispered: "Marshal, the pursuit of stolen goods and financial aid...can't go on."

Due to the serious shortage of finances and food and the need for large-scale conscription, Heilberg, in addition to indiscriminately issuing military tickets, ordered the army to conduct a "hunting campaign" against the entire city of Braunschweig and even the Reich Territory.
To be continued...