Proof of the Sun King

"Halfling?" Fugen was a little disapproving, but the expression on his face didn't change, he still seemed eager for talent, and he thought about the origin of the halfling.

According to the Empire books Fulgan had read, he recalled the halfling thing.

The halflings come from the Empire of Mutland, and their history and origins have been mentioned before, so I won't repeat them here.

Despite being about the same height as dwarves, halflings have never been a race for good combat. Halflings are better at being merchants, innkeepers, and musicians than at being warriors, and halflings are better at cooking. It is unparalleled in the whole old world. Normally, the cooking methods of mortals are nothing more than boiling, stewing, and roasting. On this basis, halflings have developed methods such as frying, smoking, marinating, frying, frying, and stewing. In the old world of human beings, a high-end hotel or tavern must have a halfling chef in charge, otherwise it will not be considered a real "class" shop.

Smaller halflings are natural rogues, adept at reconnaissance, stealing, deceit, and simple ranged weapons. They have keen eyesight, superb hearing, and the ability to move quickly. They are naturally able to hide themselves quickly and silently. As fast as few races can keep up, halflings value clan traditions the most, believing that clan ties are an existence that transcends blood and law.

However, halflings are not far from war. On the contrary, many halflings are willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race values ​​money most, but unlike dwarves, halflings love money through expenses. They like to accumulate money, so they always spend it on gifts, parties, and purchases, and they use it as a measure of how well they live in a world full of hulking, gigantic races.

When a halfling has accumulated enough wealth to squander the rest of his life, they will return to Mutter to enjoy life, but most halflings obviously can't do it, so halfling mercenaries usually complete a commission, and then find A good place to splurge before taking on another commission.

Due to their optimistic and cheerful nature and warm-hearted, halflings are always able to stay away from the corruption of chaos. All kinds of jokes and bragging make the journey no longer boring. They are always popular, but their love of petty theft can also be loved and hated.

"Halflings may be excellent scouts and army cooks, but what I need is an elite army with instant combat power." Fulgan said calmly, "The expedition is too hard."

"Happy is a legendary pinnacle, a rogue close to the Sanctuary and turned into a wandering swordsman. He was originally a thief and poacher. After coming to Tyrell, he continued to create various miracles. He used to pretend to play The cowardly halfling relied on a few daggers to kill a group of bandits on the spot, and he once successfully assassinated a black and green warlord who was flying." Amancio motioned to Fugan to listen to him: "The halflings under him, all of them They are good with bows and crossbows, and they have a secret weapon."

"Secret weapon?" Fogen became interested.

"That's the halfling cauldron!" Amancio said seriously: "A special kind of soup made by halflings. This black soup can burn in water. When it hits an object, it will continue to burn until it goes out. Therefore, when it touches the human body, the flesh will be penetrated, and then it will penetrate deep into the bone, and there is no way to put out the flame, unless the person with the flame is completely burnt to ashes."

"It turns out that it is." Fulgan understood what was going on after a little thought, but if Amancio said, then this halfling is still worth recruiting: "I see! And that Araby's lamp Magician?"

Amancio looked around, and all the servants immediately retreated knowingly, leaving the space for a few people at the banquet.

"No one knows the name of this lamp magician."

"What I can understand is that he is from Araby, passing through the pirate principality of Satusha, and now in Tyrell, he is very mysterious and has always only called himself a wizard. In the past, he has claimed his identity differently, From the trade prince to the senator who was banished from the Academy of Magic, even calling himself the Gilded King of Araby, but no matter who he is, he quickly repudiates himself, so we usually call him the 'Golden Mage'."

"He holds a golden machete that burns forever, his robes are of the finest embroidered silk, his skin is dusted with gold dust, he looks exotic, has a graceful manner, and likes to use a high-accented bro He speaks in special language, but those who really know his skills will not think that he is just an ordinary Arab nobility. He only needs a spell to summon fire elemental, wind elemental and sea elemental spirits to attack the enemy, and even create a deep sea whirlpools and giant thunderstorms, and it is said that in times of crisis he can also summon the legendary Araby lamp from the ancient jar, but unfortunately no one has seen it, or everyone who has seen it has died."

"Recently, he appeared in Miragliano in Tyrell, he was injured, he lost an eye, and he publicly declared that he needed a helper, or a partner, to assist him in his revenge, and he had a number of inexhaustible wealth and knowledge."

"Your Excellency Fulgan, this is his contact address, but my news here is that all those who tried to cooperate with him failed and were killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio handed a small sheet of paper.

"I see." Fugen took the piece of paper, the smile still on his face: "Lamp Magician? Gold Mage? Interesting!"

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After the banquet, several people came out of the Oriental Palace and returned to the State Guest House.

On the dusky streets of Magritte, Fuggan and Hadrian chatted about their meeting today: "Mrs. Keesler, halfling, Arabian, Tyrell is such a chaotic place."

"I don't know much about war and military affairs, Lord Fugan." Hadrian shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm just a businessman."

"Merchant?" Fuggan looked at Hadrian, and he continued: "Businessmen are never simple. How many in the world declare war in the name of profit? How many merchants open up empires in the name of colonization and exploration? territory?"

"You don't have to show your obedience in this way, Mr. Hadrian, just do a good job for me." Fuggan continued: "As for who I am? What my family is, you always know. One day, but not now."

"Hahaha." Hadrian smiled a little embarrassedly. The big merchants in the southern country were a little uncomfortable. Compared to Ryan, who had only recently begun to restrain his sharpness, this brother of his is really... He is like a A very ornately decorated knight's sword. From the outside, this knight's sword is too gorgeous to ignore the actual combat use, but even if it is hidden in the scabbard, everyone can feel the power of this knight's sword.

Hadrian had seen the sword unsheathed.

Dahaoshang always has a feeling that Fugen is too scary, he can easily see through his every thought and every inadvertently exposed body language, he is like no clothes in front of him, any As soon as the idea popped into his head, Fulgan knew it.

It would be a pity that such a man would not be a diplomat, Hadrian thought.

"The reason why I don't become a diplomat is that my father wants me to use my strength in more important places. In fact, in the era of the Great Crusade, my sons and daughters often served as guards and entourages, following my father's envoys... Forget it, now There's no point in saying that, Hadrian, tell me, why is Felix a general?" Falcon continued, "I'm not saying he's not good, but he has only three hundred cavalry under him, right? To be a general?"

There were only footsteps on the street, and beyond that there was only the faint light of fire.

offspring? Mission? Great expedition? Hadrian felt confused when he heard it, but he understood the last question. After listening, he smiled and said, "Your Excellency Fuggan, do you know how many marshals and generals Kislev has?"

"How many?"

"Kisler currently has more than 20 marshals and more than 100 generals. Mrs. Keisler is like this. The military rank of this country has always been conferred too many times." Hadrian nodded, and he talked about the old The world's military rank system.

After the Great Holy War, Kislev named a total of hundreds of marshals and thousands of generals. Marshal Kislev was divided into three levels. In addition to the Tsar himself as the grand marshal, there are currently three Marshals of Kislev, and in addition to the pure In addition to the title of marshal, the subordinates also have "marshals of arms". For example, the Tsar's Shooting Army has the Marshal of the Shooting Army, the Rangers have the Field Marshal of the Rangers, the Kerim Guard has the Marshal of the Guards, the Ksa Warrior has the Ksa Marshal, and the Winged Cavalry has Winged cavalry marshals, bear cavalry marshals bear cavalry marshals, in addition to naval marshals and archers first marshals second marshals, infantry first marshals second marshals and so on.

Anyway, there is a military branch with an official designation, and Mrs. Keisler must be named a marshal.

In contrast, the empire is much less, and the entire empire has only two permanent marshal titles, namely "Marshal Rick" and "Marshal Noor", and Kurt Heilberg is the ninth Marshal of Rick.

As for the country of Brittany, there is no permanent marshal. Only when forming a front, an expedition or a crusade will the king of knights consider appointing a marshal. For example, Marshal Roland of the famous Curona Front led a number of Thousands of troops are stationed on the borders of Brittany and the Empire. For the kingdom of knights, they do not need to set ranks, because if the current commander dies, the knight with the highest combined title and status on the battlefield will immediately take over the command. , and out of the shackles of chivalry, the knights will immediately obey the new commander.

"Heh, the supreme lord, Admiral Speyer, will be disappointed... The matter is almost over, we will no longer make stops, and we will leave for Tyrell the day after tomorrow." Fugan gave an order.

"Yes!"

After temporarily successfully absorbing a team of winged cavalry, the Ash Legion took a break and immediately set off for Tyrell.

But when the Ash Legion's fleet arrived at Miragliano, someone also arrived in Tyrell.

That's Angron and his Hippogryphs.

To this day, Angron is very familiar with Tyrell. Since he owned the Hippogryph, Angron often rides his Hippogryph Nukelia directly over the Black Mountains, arrives in Tyrell for shopping, and then Pretty shameless to fly over the Black Mountains again so that he won't have to pay the entry duties for Carcassonne.

In fact, the knights of the Duchy of Carcassonne all know that there is a hippogryph knight who often smuggles across the border like this, but they also turn a blind eye to it. First of all, many nobles of the kingdom also like to ride a Pegasus like this. What's more, this hippogryph knight once single-handedly singled out an entire green-skin tribe, grabbed the green-skin warlord's shoulders with both hands, and tore a green-skin warlord in half on the spot, which was a headache for Carcassonne.

In the distance, the splendid city-state of Miragliano stands here. The kingdom of Tyrell is divided into many principalities. Miragliano is obviously the head of the states.

When Angron landed on his hippogryph, he found the city under martial law.

This confused Angron. The World Eater Primarch had already planned to order a brand new Seiko pocket watch for his soon-to-be-born nephew at the watchmaker in Miragliano. There is a famous watch master in Ragliano, his name is Patek-Philippe, his watches are famous in the old world, Angron came to him this time.

If the watchmaker is unwilling, he will "convince" him to do so, and if there are guests who are unwilling to let Angron jump in line, he will also "convince" them to do so.

However, the problem is not that complicated. The branch of Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce is located in Miragliano, as well as the famous halfling Queensberry Chamber of Commerce. A pocket watch shouldn't be difficult.

Several halflings from the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce saw the appearance of Hippogryphs from afar. This ferocious giant beast is a real rarity in the human kingdom... at least in Tyrell, so the halflings immediately swarmed, They gathered and said to Angron, who had just landed: "Mr. Angron! It is the most, most, most honorable thing to see you again. I swear that your appearance is like the sun appearing in the dark night. , like a piece of braised beef mixed with a pile of sauerkraut..."

"What happened? Why is the city under martial law?" Angron reached out and stroked the hippogryph's neck, handed a piece of raw meat, and the hippogryph immediately swallowed the entrance and let out a satisfied cry.

"Our prince, Pogir-The Besieger was assassinated in the Great Baths!" the halfling shouted angrily, and he stretched his arms around Angron's calf: "Mr. Angron, our prince has been assassinated! He Dead, now the mercenaries in the city are vying for the throne of the prince, are you interested? The halflings will support you!"

"I'm not interested." Angron thought to himself that he came at an untimely time, but the task must be completed: "Where is the clockmaker?"

"Okay, okay, the bad-hearted Master Angron doesn't want to protect Poppy, so Poppy will take you there." The halfling merchant immediately changed his attitude when he saw that Angron was unwilling to come forward. He took out a pass from his pocket.

Relying on the pass, Angron successfully entered Miragliano.

In the midsummer season, the streets of the city were very depressed. When Pogil died, Miragliano lost his prince and ruler, and none of the remaining mercenary chiefs could convince the public. The tense situation led to the depression of business, after all No one wants to do business in chaos.

"Humph! A group of poor people who enjoy peace and security are all about fighting for power and profit." Angron shouted dissatisfiedly: "When the people in the north are doing their best to resist the evil southern invasion, the people here are still busy fighting civil wars."

"Yes, Mr. Angron, the trade routes of our Queensberry Chamber of Commerce have also suffered. Our profits have dropped year-on-year... inversely... have declined month-on-month..." The halfling said chatteringly.

"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen!" At this moment, a preacher-like figure who was speaking caught Angron's attention, and he motioned the halfling to shut up.

"Calm down, citizens! In these chaotic times, we have learned that there is a change in the greenskin tribes of the nearby Black Mountains!" This missionary is very, very strong, with a battle axe on his back, red linen clothes, **** Chained: "Therefore, I bring the teachings of the great God of War!"

"Oh oh! What teaching has the God of War brought us?" The people gathered around shouted loudly. In this chaotic situation, more people pinned their spirits on the gods.

"Anger, and hatred from the bottom of your heart! It will give us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to breathe deeply, then release your battle cry and face the enemy!" The missionary said loudly: "Learn to roar~www.wuxiamtl.com~Learn to fight, learn to cut the neck and chest of the enemy with your axe!"

"Oh oh oh!" There was a loud roar from below.

"???" Angron's expression changed slightly.

"Imagine, imagine that rushing river of blood! Imagine you destroying the enemy! A mighty will will be watching you, what is that? That is the gift of the goddess Myrmidia? That's right, fighting spirit, you just want to Take the heads of the enemies and cut off their heads!" shouted the missionary, raising his right hand high, the trembling chains, the dripping blood, the shaking skulls, all three ringing simultaneously at a wonderful frequency : "God, we need sacrifices!"

"!!!" Angron's hand has reached out to the pair of battle axes on his back.

"But there is no enemy in front of us!" the citizens of Miragliano shouted.

"Yes, we really don't have an enemy in front of us, but haven't you found it? The heads of the cowards around us are not bad..."

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the distance, and a mercury bullet flew from the depths of an alley, smashing the missionary's head to pieces, and blood and brains splashed on the ground.

The crowd scattered in screams and panic, leaving only Angron standing in front of the high platform, the World Eater Primarch did not look back, he withdrew the hand that stretched out his battle axe: "I can walk three blocks away. Smell the bad smell on you, sissy."

"His remarks reminded me of Kahn, but Kahn has such a high IQ?" The man was followed by several heavily armed Great Swordsmen officers, the short-barreled gun muzzle in his hand was smoking, the silver Long smooth hair fluttered in the scorching sun.

"Who knows?" Angron smiled. "Long time no see, brother."

"Yeah, long time no see, are you interested in meeting the legendary Arabi lamp **** with me?"

"certainly."