Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 231 Count Vampire, Manfred
"Gentlemen, dignitaries, and respected professors of the Nuer Imperial University, we are here today because of the instruction of our noble countess and the president of the Nuer University."

"It is for dignity and solidarity, like the great intellectual thought so dear to our empire."

"This academic report will review the evidence and report content provided by the speaker, so that we can help her find the most reasonable explanation for the current academic dilemma she is facing."

"Of course, the topic of our report this time is: the recent movements of the Vampire Earl's forces in Sylvania."

In the academy of Nun in the Empire, buildings with ancient Roman academic atmosphere and bustling feathered hats are crowded together. Men in purple academic robes in the crowd are manipulating puppets with their fingers. If someone looks carefully, the person on the stage The movements seem to be exactly the same as the puppets.

"Everyone has heard the news. With the recent long-term truce between the Empire and Sylvania, due to the vampire count, Manfred von Carstein was singled out due to the kidnapping of the Goddess of the Sun Knights. Torn apart, the battle in the western part of the empire is rapidly heating up."

"Apart from other bad news, there is a great tomb necromancer, Arkham the Black, who now controls the ancient dwarven road to Averland, and he and his army plunder the rich lands of the empire and enslave the dead there. .”

"Under the former non-aggression pact, many vampires "lived" in the... um... more bluntly, the lands of the Empire."

"Although we never learned what Manfred really thought, it is reported that he is very unhappy that he will continue to fight with humans under the treaty for another season."

"We still don't know exactly who Manfred chose to start the war."

"However, considering his threat, no, he is a threat. Many imperial scholars speculate that it may be that the recent evil moon is approaching abnormally, which makes the vampire counts and the tomb kings start eyeing the human territory again."

"That is to say, at the border of the empire, due to diplomatic misunderstandings between humans and vampire counts, a new war will result."

"Now the direction of the future battle situation does not depend on whether we can reconcile with the vampires and reach a mutual agreement again."

"It's not like in the old days, those fools in the Imperial War Department will use the glory of Sigmar as an excuse and send our already stretched troops to the battlefield to fight the vampire army."

"We will hear some testimonies from officers in the Border Baron's army, but when we compare human and vampire cultures with traditional understandings, it is best to make a judgment that is prudent and sane .May More bless our souls."

"Everyone must know that vampires have never kept historical records in words, and there are no scrolls or archives. These things that we could have used to record knowledge are not among the vampires."

"Instead, they have maintained an ancient tradition: Oral transmission - I am reluctant to use the word 'rich' to describe their history - because this includes generations of stories dictated by their elders around the campfire, and in the The myths and legends sung by the shaman at the indispensable ritual banquet during the carnival of their tribe. This is the cultural heritage of vampires."

The chattering man's expression suddenly changed. "Sorry, I accidentally took the wrong manuscript. This is about ogres. In short, the race of vampires is already full of threats to the current empire."

In fact, the only current document dealing with the origins of the Vampire Duke race is the notorious and highly suspicious treatise: "The Elixir of the Tomb Kings - Failed Ascension" on the claim of being in Guqa Translation and interpretation of hieroglyphs found at the top of the Pyramid of Murri. "

"This narrow and almost entirely subjective argument is full of holes, but after centuries of dissemination and telling, it still forms our basic understanding of the origin of the vampire race."

"In any case, the damage caused by Moore's beliefs to them cannot be estimated with data. When my mentor noticed this, he planned out the current new idea."

The man in the purple robe was suddenly hit by someone. The necklace on his chest and the horrible withered arm icon fell to the ground. He picked it up in a panic, and the chattering man got stuck abnormally.

Fortunately, the person next to him immediately smoothed things over and took out a thick manuscript paper to cover the man who was twitching. After a while, the chattering voice continued.

"With the faith of the loyal people of the empire and the help of certain mages, a wall of faith is formed that can hinder the vampires of the entire Sylvania!"

Moments later, the hall burst into applause. Driven by public opinion, countless instruments carrying beliefs were pushed into the territory of the Vampire Duke. At this moment, Manfred and the black Arkham, who were collecting the spokespersons of the mortal gods, were celebrating their legendary death. In the black altar built by Nagash, the lord of spirits, gods from all over the world were hung on it, and the black marble hooked them, preventing them from moving.

The black Arkham lifted the lake fairy's neck, and the eyes of the dry skeleton revealed an inextinguishable blue light. "How do you feel, ma'am?"

At this moment, the fairy in the lake could no longer cover her elf ears, and let Akahan push her long hair away. The evil spirit stared at the beautiful woman in front of her, even though he was no longer qualified to cast spells.

Manfred, the elegant vampire count coughed. "How about the ritual of resurrection?"

The black Arkham let go of the lady's chin, and uttered his evil spell. When the evil moon of chaos approached, the dark power gathered, and all the good and bad things gathered. His power reached the limit within a thousand years, and Arkham dared not Performing this ceremony, when the wind is strong, the dark mana flows and gathers on the chosen body of the gods.

Akahan looked at the struggling and screaming people without any sense of guilt, but envied that they could become a part of the real gods as the best.

If he has a flesh and blood body, he will definitely be a sacrifice without hesitation. It must be a great honor, but when the soul of the spokesperson of the gods is extracted from the body, those damn uncertain factors appear, Akahan I noticed that I couldn't lock the ancient and powerful soul of my master, because the long time and his resurrection destroyed many characteristics of his soul.

Although this kind of destruction will make Nagash closer to the essence and root of death and become the real god of the dead, there is no doubt that such changes are making it more difficult to resurrect him. All here should suffice.

The spirit flames in his eyes throbbed violently and then stopped. "No, we still need what he left behind."

Furious, Manfred grabbed the Tomb King's clothes and lifted his loose, skeletal body. "Didn't you say that we only need the spokesperson of the gods? How much strength do you think I lost trying to catch them?" The anger made the vampire count's fangs bared, but only a sentence from Arkham was exchanged. "Vlad is better than you."

Manfred's rage stopped, the last thing he wanted to hear about him. "Can that trash who wholeheartedly wants to join the imperial elector be compared to me?"

Although his mouth was so vicious, his attitude already expressed his admiration for that vampire.

The fact is also true. Nagash immediately awakened Vlad from death after his resurrection. As his favorite vampire servant, many of Vlad's deeds are things that the vampire counts are now talking about.

Arkham's fleshless arms straightened his crumpled clothes, the flames of soul in his eyes kept shaking, he was thinking about how to get those artifacts, and he quickly made up his mind. "I'm going to Bretonnia, the country of knights, to form an alliance with Heinrich Kemmler and the Lich King, and we'll go to Kasson Monastery to retrieve one of the master's relics."

"Go to the place where the Ratman used to be in the black pyramid, and retrieve the dagger that killed the master."

"In this operation, you should travel lightly, and the soldiers should be as elite as possible.
Manfred understood, he was about to leave Sylvania with his elite black knights and blood knight cronies, and it was not a problem for the black Arkham to form an army by himself.

The two came to the border of Sylvania by coincidence. They chose to leave from the place with the worst surveillance in the empire, but found that they were blocked by powerful magic as undead.

In fact, there are two main heretic forces within the empire, one is the believers of Tzeentch, and the other is the vampire nobles. The nobles can easily corrupt and fall into the traps of the two for immortality and extraordinary power, and witch hunters hinder them because The aristocrats' cover-ups seemed powerless.

To this day, there are still a large number of Tzeentch believers and vampire servants who control a large number of territories in the empire. Now that the movement of vampires has been discovered by the Tzeentch sect, those terrible minions of Chaos Demons instantly realized that this is a good opportunity to eradicate dissidents.

Because the number of chaotic rituals destroyed by vampires even exceeds that of witch hunters, this is quite ridiculous, because vampire counts regard human beings as animals, and as shepherds, they need to protect their sheepfolds.

At the same time, in order to retaliate and limit the enemy's power, Tzeentch also obstructed the actions of the vampire counts in every possible way, such as this plan...

Fighting poison with fire is particularly useful under the huge system of the empire. Maybe if something else is introduced at that point, the empire can usher in self-degradation.

The black Arkham immediately understood the logic of the whole magic. "The wall of faith?"

He touched the thing with his fingers, but it began to weather instantly. Moore's power was infinitely magnified with the addition of countless belief items. If an ordinary undead touched it, it would instantly turn into an ordinary dead.

This complex magic is definitely not something humans can make, Manfred said. "Tzeentch..."

Two powerful death lords immediately tried to use their strength to break through the powerful magic, but a wall composed of hundreds of magicians and countless beliefs blocked their magic power in front of them...

"damn it…"

The two powerful necromancers frowned, and Arkham thought for a long time. "Use the sacrifices, if we can't get out, we can't plan."

asked Manfred. "How to make up for the missing one?"

Arkham said. "God's Chosen will definitely appear again. Prioritize the collection of the most difficult items. If Lord Nagash is really willing to be resurrected, there is nothing that can hinder him."

Manfred nods...

In the wilderness of the empire.

Two pedestrians had been walking for half the night, they were a father and son, they walked through mounds, river valleys and lush forests.

The cold winter directly touched their bodies through their fur clothes.

Although such a arduous journey was a great challenge for the young boy, the boy did not utter a single complaint.

They left the village of Breuner in the middle of the night, ignoring the village's precepts: no one is allowed to leave the town wall, which consists of palisades, after dark.

But the father, Jason, was a hunter.Father was known in the village as a taciturn eccentric, and capable of easily escaping the eyes of the night watchmen who patrolled the night.

They had been walking for several hours, heading north along the avenue here, straight through the dark forest, and even in the absence of light, Jason had never lost his way.

The Imperials had hunted this land for generations, and the image of the Wilderness Trail had long been etched into his mind, deeply ingrained, even if their next door was the notorious Sylvania.

"Son, you must always be cautious here."

Jason warned his son. "When night comes, goblins swarm the fields.

And will tease and play with every kid who strays into their territory, especially you, but even so, it's safer than the Empire Road.

When night fell, bandits and robbers became the rulers of the road, even the warden and the prosecutor dared not ride a horse on the road at night.

You have to understand that greenskins are evil, but that's their nature, and ordinary people you usually see are sometimes better than them in terms of inner evil.

You have to keep in mind what I have taught you, which will greatly help you live better in the days to come. "

The boy listened to his father in silence. He hadn't seen a goblin in the past five years, though robbers and wardens were frequent visitors.Well, he has the same attitude towards both, fear.

At night in the wilderness, they continued to do what others should do. When the father and son lay in the grass, the father suddenly held the child's head.

"do not move!"

The wind at night is unnaturally cold, knights in black armor walk under the moonlight, those things are dead, why are they here?Has the wall of faith been shattered?Jason knew it was unreliable.

He watched where the bloody things were going, Bretonnia?

(End of this chapter)