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In this world, people are very lacking in entertainment activities, so various banquets emerge in endlessly. Knights can use this title to gather together to eat and drink. For the knight class, meat is a very important way of nutrient intake. Knights
Eating meat is natural.
However, for the demon hunters, they did not have so many opportunities to eat meat, especially the delicacies of Bordelao. Abel then prayed a few words without sincerity with the crowd, and used water under the guidance of the waiter.
Wash your hands and start feasting immediately.
The demon hunter complied with some etiquette, and his appearance was not too ugly. Some nobles wondered where the lady's chosen champion came from, a poor relative with white hair. Seeing that Abel's etiquette was passable, they didn't say anything.
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The profession of demon hunters is like this. They do the hardest work and live a life of wandering, but they don't get much income. They burn their lives to fight against chaos and various dark creatures, but there are always very few human compatriots.
Treat them fairly, especially the ignorant farmers. They regard the witchers as ferocious beasts, and if not necessary, they will do everything possible to avoid contact with these "alien species".
More than 150 years ago, after Ludwig expelled Chaos, the entire continent was devastated, and dark creatures blatantly appeared even a hundred steps away from towns. This world requires a large number of demon hunters to deal with all kinds of monsters.
Scattered dark creatures, witchers once became a popular profession and choice, and many noble families sent their children who had no inheritance rights to the witcher guild for training.
Times have changed, and many of the formerly numerous witcher castles have been abandoned. There are now only a handful of trainee witchers who have been trained in the castles. The huge guild headquarters castle is in disrepair, and every year there are
More defense facilities were decommissioned and abandoned.
So Abel chose to leave.
Abel was born in the Reikland of the empire. He was an illegitimate son born from an affair between a noble and a witch. Under normal circumstances, an illegitimate child like him would have two fates. If the witch was a palace consultant or a female
Courtiers, then this illegitimate child will generally be recognized, that is, he will have no inheritance rights but has a noble status, and will be raised as a child of the nobles.
Unfortunately, Abel was the second type. His mother did not want to raise him, so she gave him to an old demon hunter, Jacob, to be raised. After Jacob passed away, Abel believed that the hunter
There was nothing left for me to miss in the Demon Guild, so I came to Britannia.
A richly dressed high elf walked by with his head held high and his chin raised, holding a wine glass with a proud face. His tone was full of contempt: "What a group of barbarians, even if they use expensive silk
They decorate themselves with tapestries, and even if they spray perfume on themselves, they still can’t hide the fact that they are barbarians.”
The other high elf looks more mature and steady. He wears a blue and white gold-inlaid cloak, a large high-precision mage robe, and a gold feather crown on his head. On the surface, he looks like he is only in his twenties, but
In fact, no one knows how old this high-elf wizard is - the most common high elves have a lifespan of at least eight hundred years, and this high-elf wizard is no ordinary person at first glance: "Close your
You bastard, are you going to be like Caledor and offend every foreigner you see? Dasu? The high elves will bring trade and goods to friends, and bring swords and destruction to enemies."
"Anatole, you are always like this. Sometimes you are too easy to give these barbarians a good look, so that they can make these barbarians feel that they are civilized people." Another high elf shrugged: "Okay, I admit it.
At least this country’s military strength is pretty good, so we just have to look for those with the Holy Grail badge.”
There are also diplomatic relations between the high elves and Britannia, but the exchanges are not frequent. In the view of the high elves, they are too lazy to spend energy on establishing a good relationship with the empire and getting the resources they want from Marienburg.
No more intercourse with the Bretons.
The most recent exchange between the two sides was about twenty years ago, when Richard, the knight king who had just ascended the throne, and Imric, the dragon prince of the high elf kingdom of Caledor, fought side by side to eliminate an army of beastmen besieging Kurona.
(The high elves don't care about Britannia's life or death, they just don't want this army of beastmen to destroy the elven ruins of Kurona.)
The Brittanians were proud to fight alongside the high-elf army. Many knights claimed that they witnessed King Richard saving the life of the Dragon Prince Imric, who was beaten from his mount by a Cyclops.
When they came down, the situation was critical. It was Richard who bravely rode the hippogryph and stabbed the Cyclops in the eye, saving Imric.
It's just that the high elves didn't think so. After this battle, the Dragon Prince Imric regarded the Knight King Richard as his enemy, because Richard witnessed his ugly appearance and killed his prey. Imric swore that he would never
I will forgive Richard, and if I have the chance, I will defeat him completely and avenge his shame.
Anatole is a magister of the Savri Magister Council and a disciple of the High Elf Grand Magister Teclis. During his long life, this magister was tired of the never-ending war with the dark elves, so he
He followed in the footsteps of his mentor and decided to travel to the old world.
At the same time, he also carries the mysterious mission of his mentor. The high elf goddess of destiny, Lilith, recently dreamed to the great magister Tiglisto that a gray horse appeared in Britannia in the old world and that he would change the world.
fate.
Teclis has always been a loyal believer of Lilith and the chosen wizard, but now he has other things to do, so Anatole volunteered to come to the old world. Of course, high elves are superior to humans everywhere.
etc. Duke Bordero was very pleased with Anatole's arrival and entertained him hospitably.
The high elves are composed of twelve kingdoms in total, but the Phoenix King is generally selected from the nobles of the two oldest and most glorious kingdoms, the Kingdom of Caledor and the Kingdom of Savri, and is good at war and full of arrogance and prejudice.
Unlike the Kingdom of Caledor, the high elven nobles who came out of the Kingdom of Savri are all excellent politicians and diplomats. Anatole only stayed in Bordero for a few days and became the most popular person in the court.
Welcome people.
At this moment, bursts of cheers came from the courtyard. A palace wizard used magic to create the illusion of a mermaid and a dolphin. In the white halo, a mermaid holding a trident and a cute dolphin appeared in the courtyard.
Walking between the pools and pavilions, the exclamations of the male nobles and the screams of the female nobles could be heard endlessly.
"Wonderful, a wonderful use of light magic." Ryan clapped his hands gently and bit his ears with Sulia: "Magic is not only used for fighting. It can help our lives in many places. We cannot use magic
Treated as a scourge."
The female knight had an intoxicating blush on her face. She just hugged Ryan's arm tightly. Just now they tried various games at the banquet. This sneaky feeling without her father and brother around made the Duke's daughter addicted to it.
Francois tacitly approved of the matter between her and Ryan, and even encouraged it in a roundabout way, which allowed the female knight to let go of her burden and enjoy the good time with Ryan.
"Those are just some small tricks, cheap stuff." A voice cut into the conversation between the two people at an inappropriate time: "Magic has many uses, but using it as a trick to please the public cannot be considered one of them."
"Hello, nice to meet you, Lord Lion Malcador, I am Anatole, Anatole Star Chaser, from the Safri Magister Council." The high elf appeared with a staff.
Ryan's side: "I heard your name from Taimag, and I thought we could have a chat."
"Asul, what do you want to talk to me about?" Ryan turned around. He had already noticed the high elf.
After learning that he was the High Elf Magister of the Kingdom of Savri, Ryan was reassured. The High Elves were divided into many kingdoms. Among them, the Kingdom of Savri was close to humans. The current Phoenix King Fenuba came from Savri.
The Kingdom of Furui, many of the high elves who came out of this kingdom are excellent diplomats.
"Your Excellency Ryan's rise is faster than Assur's imagination. Even among humans, there are very few people who reach the legendary high level at the age of twenty-five." He has a feminine appearance, and it can only be seen from his Adam's apple that Anatole is indeed a male.
The high elf combed his dazzling blond hair with his fingers, and then continued: "I brought the goodwill of Assur, Lord Ryan, and our strength is obvious to all. The so-called Royal Wizarding Academy in the empire is all under Lord Teclis.
It was established with the help of Asul. If you need it, Asul can provide you with magic help and answers."
"Someone will provide me with magic help and answers, respected Mr. Anatole." Ryan politely rejected the high-elf mage's suggestion: "Although it is very rude, but Asul suddenly appeared like this,
It's impossible for me to make a decision now when a suggestion is made suddenly."
"Hahaha~" Anatole nodded in understanding, and the high elf leaned on his staff: "I know my appearance is a bit unexpected, it doesn't matter, Mr. Ryan, Asur is a race full of virtue and patience, our time
It's been a long time, and we also know that we can't win your trust all at once. It doesn't matter, we are willing to wait."
"Asul's strength is far beyond your imagination. I have a little news here that may be of interest to Mr. Ryan." Anatole paused deliberately, and seeing that Ryan's face was very calm, he continued:
"Duke Casfan of Palavon is in financial difficulty. He already owes hundreds of thousands to the Grand Duke of Marienburg. Therefore, he plans to continue to increase taxes on the passes he guards and at the same time ask for a large amount of defense expenses from the imperial court.
, as a reward for guarding the pass from greenskins and other dark creatures."
"This unreasonable request was naturally rejected by His Majesty Carl Franz Friedrich and the electors. As far as I know, both parties will start their own actions."
Ryan narrowed his eyes now. This was not good news for him.
He also knew something about Casfan. As Francois said, the territory of Duke Palavon was small and barren, but the Duke himself must maintain a full force of Pegasus Knights. This is natural.
It brought a heavy financial burden to him, and Casfan was a great noble who liked to live a luxurious life. Therefore, he repeatedly raised taxes in his passes, which made the nobles of the empire and Brittany
They all criticized him quite a bit.
Has the situation deteriorated to this extent?
He was about to say something when Duke Boderick of Bordelao suddenly appeared. The Duke himself was holding a crystal goblet. When he saw Ryan and others, he approached with a smile: "Oh, my friend Anatole,
And Mr. Ryan and Mr. Sulia, why are you hiding in the corner and whispering? We have a bigger surprise here. This is the 'Mannan's Enjoyment'. I took it out specially today to celebrate the year's harvest and prosperity.
Hard."
Ryan and Anatole immediately stopped talking: "Oh! God, is this the legendary Mannann's treat?"
Mannann Nouveau is a legendary wine made by the famous hermit Gotthold-Koch in a meticulously tended field in the Gray Mountains. It is said that the grapes were never exposed to the sun as they were cultivated
In a field shaded by sliding doors, never illuminated by anything but the moon's rays, this wine has a ghostly aroma that melts in your mouth and is one of the finest wines in the world.
"Come and taste it, ladies and gentlemen."
"Oh, I'm honored."
The banquet continued in full swing.
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At this time, the Prime Material Universe, the Milky Way, the Sacred Moon of Terra, and the surface of the Moon.
After several months of long expedition, Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, experienced countless hardships and obstacles. During the expedition, he was even imprisoned by Carlos of Tzeentch and the Ascended Primarch Magnu.
Si's pursuit, only with the help of multiple allied forces and the help of the Eldar Harlequin Troupe, the expeditionary force was able to escape from the siege.
Relying on the Eldar's webway, Guilliman finally reached the moon. At this time, he was only one step away from Holy Terra.
The exit of the Webway is located in a deep ring-shaped valley on the moon. The surrounding visibility is extremely low. The starlight above is already dim and blocked by ringed mountains. It can only provide limited lighting for the loyal parties deep in the valley bottom.
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Roboute Guilliman knew that there was very little breathing time left for his army. He immediately ordered his army to climb the crater as quickly as possible. Behind them, the Eldar Harlequin Troupe was working hard to close the network.
Daomen, which made them fall to the end of the team.
The original body of the Thirteenth Legion raised his head, and what he could see was the endless dark sky, with countless bright stars, so close and within reach, but none of them could compare to that beautiful planet.
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Humanity's home planet, Holy Terra, is right in front of the expeditionary force. The brilliance of humanity's home star is so dazzling that Guilliman firmly believes that as long as Holy Terra still stands, humanity will never perish.
"My father's throne!" Guilliman murmured to himself. The end of the expedition was in front of him, and that was what Guilliman was looking for.
At this moment, the Eldar army trying to close the gate of the webway was suddenly enveloped in black flames. The raging black tide submerged the exquisite bodies of the Eldar. Many Eldar soldiers were incinerated into ashes by the terrifying green flames, while others were
Frozen and then broken into pieces.
After reaching the top of the crater, Guilliman looked back and found that the Eldar's Webway Gate had been destroyed. Within the corrupted Webway space, the Thousand Sons, the fallen legion warriors of Magnus the Red Son, were pouring out of the Webway.
door.
Guilliman knew that the Great Crusade was about to come to an end. In the distance was his father's throne world, and his loyal son must not fail here.
The brutal war began. Under the firepower of the loyal side, the fallen Thousand Sons seemed vulnerable. Under the command of Guilliman and the close cooperation of the expeditionary force, they quickly retreated and were driven back to the network.
Near the Gate of Tao.
Until a terrible evil energy spurted out from the Gate of the Webway, all the soldiers of the expeditionary force felt unparalleled fear. It was a giant beast with a height of more than five meters, two horns on its head, and huge wings on its back.
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"Magnus..." Guilliman recognized his former brother at a glance.
"Oh~ Guilliman, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, you seem to have become shorter?" Magnus, the Red Son of the Demonic Ascension Primarch, showed a ferocious smile. He raised his bladed staff and said with a joking smile:
"Let me see if you have made any progress after sleeping for ten thousand years?"
Guilliman did not answer, because the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion had just received a communication.
At this moment, a voice that hated iron but not steel came from the other end of the battlefield.
"Mag! Nus! My son!"
"There is an old debt between us! It needs to be settled!" (To be continued)