Chapter 301 Piety
The greenskins are creatures with absolutely no sense of propriety.
If it weren't for the loss of its slaves, the Mirror Spirit wouldn't want to touch them.
Their only virtue is that they are stupid.
It takes no skill to incite greenskins, and to describe them as incitement is a blasphemy.
They have nothing to do with wisdom! The Mirror God only needed one sentence to give the greenskins a reason to leave the World's Edge Mountains.
It pointed northwest and roared in a dull, magical tone, so loud that it drowned out the screams of the vast crowd of greenskins.
"Cut them to death!"
The statue of Gogo on the altar, which had come to life due to the possession of the Mirror God, caused the boys to howl in excitement with its ferocious roar, and all the sounds finally turned into a terrifying war cry.
"waagh!"
The Lord of Change no longer stayed in Red Eye Mountain. He suppressed his disdain for the green-skinned creatures, fixed the posture of the stone statue, and let his consciousness leave the area.
The stone statue was frozen in the wide-eyed eyes of many greenskins. The strange vision disappeared, and only a group of idiots who thought they had received divine revelation were left in the Red Eye Mountain Fortress.
The Mirror Spirit did not stop there. It transformed from "Gao Ge" into "Carlos Weaver".
It used the wind of magic to project its will directly to the Gray Prophet named Bo'oril.
It smashed the Gray Prophet's distracting thoughts with an unquestionable will, and delivered its orders with a cold mind similar to Carlos:
"Stop the attack on Nagash and go to Kislev to seize the source of fire."
Sasoril's plan caused the Mirror God to suffer a great loss. It must find a way to make up for the loss, and snatching the results of "Eternal Watch" is a good choice.
Sasoril didn't know whether his human companions could live to see the body of the god, and he didn't know whether he could keep the final results of his plan.
If it fails to take away the spoils in time, other demons or villains will accept everything with a smile, leaving it with endless pursuit by the Khorne demons.
It will gain nothing, if the frenzied pursuers are not considered a gain.
If the worst comes to the worst, Sasoril will end the farce - since it can't get what it wants, its kind can't expect to benefit from it either.
Seeing other demons enjoying the fruits of victory was a scene that was more painful to it than killing Sasoril.
Let the Bretonnian army enter the Empire? It would be better to kill the electors and give the territory to the Bretonnian bastards.
The Electoral Conference was convened again and discussed the announcement from Cologne for several days.
Who knows whether the Bretonnians are really borrowing the passage or just pretending to do so? Maybe they will suddenly show their fangs and bite the empire hard.
There is no way the citizens of the Empire would allow the Bretonnian army to enter the country; this would be an invasion.
Even with the threat from Sylvania, the Electors refused to compromise with the Kingdom of Bretonnia.
But those knights, whose brains seemed to have been kicked by the Norse barbarians, seemed to have gone crazy. Even though the electors formed an army formation west of Marienburg, they were unable to make them retreat.
The battle was about to begin, and the Empire could not accept the threat of fighting on two fronts.
No, if they finally decided to send troops to Kislev, it would lead to the embarrassing situation of fighting on three fronts.
The bumpkins of Bretonnia are backward, but the tens of thousands of knights are no mere show.
Their knights are renowned throughout the Old World, and the continent is filled with tales of the immortal deeds of Bretonnian knights in their expeditions.
The Electors have to discuss a compromise; they are close to reaching a consensus.
“Your Majesty, the Empire is willing to provide us with warships to transport soldiers, as well as experienced sailors and frigates, and a large sum of money.
Perhaps we can reach Kislev by sea; the oracle does not require us to reach the battlefield in a straight line."
King Gaston listened to the opinions of his attendants. He knew, of course, that these were not just the opinions of his attendants. His attendants had always been the private channels for the nobles to convey their common will.
Unless he is a tyrant, the king still has to consider the feelings of his supporters.
This kind of topic, which is not suitable for public discussion, is always promptly delivered to King Gaston's ears by the servants. This is a tacit understanding between the nobles and the king.
The "a large sum of money" emphasized by the servant was enough to prove the amount of benefits the nobles had received. With just a slight nod, Gaston would get even more benefits.
He wanted to refuse sternly, he wanted to rebuke the nobles' disrespect like a pious king, but everything turned into a light sigh.
Fighting the Imperials would deal a harsh blow to Bretonnia, which is already overwhelmed.
He could not reveal his true thoughts because his thoughts would bring disaster to the kingdom, which was in desperate need of recuperation.
If a full-scale war breaks out with the Empire, more than tens of thousands of knights will need to be mobilized, and all families will have to bring their heirs to the battlefield where they should not be.
If the number of nobles has swelled to the point where they need to be expended, Gaston will gladly follow the example of previous kings and wipe them out with a massive "chivalrous expedition" whose lances can pierce all enemies.
The fall of the Araby Empire proved the power of Bretonnia, and the deaths of greenskin warlords one after another told of the bravery of the knights in history books.
But that was in the past.
The Red Duke's devastation caused Bretonnia to lose too many warriors, and they were no longer able to start another war.
These 50,000 knights are the last flexibly mobilized force. Once they are completely wiped out, the future of Bretonnia will be over.
When the time comes, it will be the direct descendants of the knights who will fight against the enemy, and the power used for inheritance cannot withstand loss.
The chivalrous knights could have died in a foreign land with honor, but the eldest sons designated by the kingdom's nobles to inherit the title could not do so, as they were the foundation of the kingdom.
The king's silence caused the attendants to lower their heads uneasily, but the representative of the nobles' will finally received a proper response.
King Gaston rarely lost the strength to speak. His old voice, so weak that it sounded like the mumbling of a dying patient, was almost drowned out by the breathing of his servants.
"That's all. I will meet with the Elector of the Empire tomorrow."
"You don't need to send troops! Serkostek and I can go! Maybe we shouldn't have established this colony in the first place. The forest has made you lose the courage to fight the enemy! I feel ashamed. It's me who made you become such a coward."
Prince Pearl Litanel showed a rare anger, which frightened the senior members of the Einir Council so much that they dared not refute him.
Thor Litanel, or rather, the origin of Tal Litanel has been forgotten for too long.
Just like Tal Yvresse and Tal Achar, it is a city of Asur, and no matter what the elves call it now, it cannot change this fact.
The normal lifespan of an elf is only a thousand years. The inhabitants of the Laurenlauren Forest have changed for several generations, and they have forgotten a lot.
This prince, who was so ancient that he could be traced back to the era of Phoenix King Aenarion, was the one who named this city. He was Prince Asur, who once ruled the Forest of Laurentlorn, and was the only elf who had never changed.
Because he was still living in the era of Aenarion, it was this uninterrupted persistence and the special ancient holy force field in the Laurenlauren Forest that allowed him to survive for seven thousand years.
The crude and blunt words, as rude as those of a human, fully revealed the ancient elf's disappointment with the councilors.
They preserved the culture left by the Asur in the Golden Age, but failed to retain the bravery of the Asur that was so brilliant that it caught the attention of Asuryan.
(End of this chapter)
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