Chapter 784: The Treasure House of Bafeng Mountain Is Opened (5000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

Headhunter Queek is dead. This famous Skaven warlord was strangled to death by the hands of the white dwarf Grim Bryndel himself after being read out one by one about his hatred and crimes.

It was a very cruel punishment, because this process lasted for an hour. Headhunter Quik was actually only in his twenties or thirties, but the crimes he had committed had already filled nearly an entire chapter. Belegar gasped. , until all the hatreds were read out and announced that these hatreds had been settled, Quick had already died at the hands of the white dwarf for a long time.

Belegar was still shouting that the headhunter Quick was too cheap.

After the ceremony, there were successive battles, and the human army needed to rest and recuperate, but the dwarves did not care about it. When the execution ceremony was over, the dwarves of the Angland clan and the dwarves of Iron Peak Castle devoted themselves to the battle with infinite enthusiasm. Under reconstruction.

At this time, Ryan was busy. The king left everything to François and Kalad to deal with. He came to the plateau and sat in the king's golden tent in Sloppy Town. Inside, I leisurely sip hot drinks and look at the snowy scenery of Bafeng Mountain.

Misty snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the battlefield and welcoming the new owner of Bafeng Mountain.

Two days later, on the Bafeng Mountain Plateau, Sloppy Town.

The king sat on the bed and looked at the snowy scene quietly through the tent window, until he felt the soft touch behind him. The dark elf gently hugged him from behind and leaned on his back. Orica wore the clothes before Dressed as a maid, the dark elf leaned gently on Ryan's back: "Master, what are you thinking about?"

"Your master is tired!" Veronica sat on the big bed in the tent, leaning against the pillows comfortably and wrapping herself in a quilt. Although the Witch of Gloriosa only wore a white fox fur coat on her shoulders, Her beautiful figure was still revealed. The corners of Veronica's mouth were raised, her long dark brown hair draped down her shoulders. She held a cup of hot coffee in her hand and joked: "Look at this guy, he has no energy at all." , obviously after the war, he entered the so-called burnout period, all men are like this."

"Energy?" Ryan smiled. He stretched out his arms and held the dark elf on his lap. The King of Knights hugged Olica's slender waist, smelled the fragrance of the dark elf's hair, and said with a bad smile. : "Do you want to see my 'motivation'?"

"Hmph! You guy... there are so many people outside, I don't think you dare." Veronica immediately understood what Ryan was talking about about motivation, and the Gloria Witch's face turned red, looking forward to it but also a little scared: " Okay, Ryan, I know you are a little tired, homesick, your Lidya Su and your son, right?"

"Yeah, it's been a whole year since the expedition." Ryan didn't refute this time. The king sighed softly: "Actually, we are pretty good. Veronica, your witch group has very few casualties, right? What?"

The casualties of the Veronica Witch Coven were tallied very quickly, because only one witch apprentice was killed on the spot by a Goblin Shaman spell during the Titan Gate battle, and the rest only suffered minor injuries at best. There were no injuries or disabilities, because both the knights and the serfs knew how to protect these aunts, and the wizards also had a large number of body protection spells, which resulted in few casualties among the witches.

"Didn't I read the casualty report to you? Why are you asking me?" Veronica said with some disapproval, but Witch of Gloria quickly realized something, and she closed her mouth wisely.

"The casualty list of the witch group came out on the spot, and the casualty list of the knights and knights' retinues also came out one after another, but the casualty list of the serf infantry may never come out." Ryan said softly: "We started from Breton When Tania set out, there were fifteen serf infantry regiments. A few were left behind, and a few more were added. There were still fifteen for the Battle of Wallaya Gate, but my dear, do you know how many serfs are left now? Infantry? Four regiments, more than 4,000 people."

"These are all necessary sacrifices, my dear, even you are charging at the front line, let alone the serf infantry." Veronica said casually: "Look away, don't tell me that you will do it because of this." I don’t believe that this kind of thing has been hit.”

"There are many casualties. Sometimes it is just a series of numbers. There is nothing wrong with that." Ryan nodded calmly. He was not a sentimental or easily influenced person. On the contrary, Ryan's will has been tested for a long time. The king held Ollie in his arms. Seeing that the dark elf was silent, Ka took the initiative and asked: "Olica, what would you do if you were in Nagaros?"

"Will be promoted, Master." Olika whispered: "Duluqi is different from our close relatives and cousins ​​who like to play power and palace intrigues, and pay attention to bloodline to determine everything. Druchi's social status only depends on strength and slaves Quantity, Witch King and Witch Queen, fear lords, nobles, civilians and slaves. As long as they can show their strength, the Witch King does not mind promoting a slave to a fear lord, but the premise is that this fear lord cannot threaten the wizard. With the status of the king and the Witch Queen, His Majesty the Witch King Malekith has been able to sit in his Witch King's palace very skillfully and easily control the situation in Nagaros. Show your generosity. When should you assassinate and suppress? The methods of the Witch King and Witch Queen are countless times more sophisticated than yours...but also countless times crueler. Master, your strength is no longer a problem against the Witch Queen, but you have to face the Witch Queen. King Malekith is still a little overheated.”

"Normally, if Malekith wasn't so powerful, he wouldn't be worthy of being called the Witch King." Ryan was not surprised by this. Malekith is an old monster more than 5,000 years old. He is not only a A warrior at the peak of the Holy Domain, he is also a spellcaster at the peak of the Holy Domain. According to Orica, Malekith himself is as powerful as a demigod, although slightly inferior to Angron or Fulgrim. , but there is no problem in dealing with those golden corncobs (referring to the Imperial Army).

Although the strength of the Forbidden Army is seriously affected by the Maelstrom and the Great Guardian, it is the same for everyone. Even Ryan feels restrained when using psychic powers, and his current strength is about the same as that of a Forbidden Army.

The salvation of the world has not yet been successful, and my original body still needs to work hard.

Holding the fragrant and soft personal maid in his arms, Ryan thought happily that the King of Knights thought for a while and made a decision: "Olica, Veronica, you say, if I decide, all those who successfully return to Britannia will All the serf infantrymen were promoted to freemen and awarded the Bafeng Mountain Memorial Medal. This does not include additional rewards, it is just the rights enjoyed by every serf who participated in the war, how about it?"

Before Orika could speak, Veronica said sarcastically: "Oh, my great knight, why have you changed your gender? You are so generous. In the past, a serf had to go through many hurdles and many reviews to be promoted to a free citizen. , usually only a few people are promoted to freemen in a battle, but now you promote thousands of people in one breath? This is not a small number, you have to think about it."

"To win the hearts of subordinates, there is no more effective means than generous rewards." Ryan nodded slightly. The king obviously spoke after some careful consideration. He smiled: "This is the east side of the Roof Mountains of the World. What a great sage said, I remember his name seems to be...Lu Xun?"

"I don't care, you are the king, you make the decision." Veronica rolled her eyes at Ryan, and the Witch of Gloria changed her sitting position slightly. She adjusted the pillow and let her body sink into the pillow comfortably: " But you'd better discuss this matter with your father-in-law. As a traditional nobleman and an important force supporting you, as long as he nods, this matter is not a big problem. But I want to remind you that once this precedent is opened, it will inevitably Alarming many conservatives in the kingdom.”

"Conservatives? How many knight brotherhoods do they have?" Ryan laughed loudly: "Who dares to oppose me? Do you not want to share the spoils? Or do you not want to be a noble? The dwarf's rune vibranium plate armor, isn't it delicious? "

"Yes, yes, yes~ I know, my great knight is now the awesome knight king, and the real king of power. A little witch like me is already the target of being played badly and abandoned." Veronica Deliberately pretending to be pitiful, he said: "It is almost useless."

"Olica, it seems that Veronica doesn't want to be my chief female courtier." Ryan knew that Veronica was joking. The king held his dark elf in his arms and looked at her delicate and smooth white silk legs. Shang Mogan: "It seems that you have to reluctantly hold this position."

"Leave it to me, Master." Orica smiled maliciously: "I will be your chief female courtier. By the way, you also hand over Ms. Veronica to me. In three months, I will You can turn her into a sow, or if you wish, master, you can cut off all her limbs."

"You, you, you~ Olika, how could you do this!" The words of the dark elf made Veronica's heart tremble. The Witch of Gloria shrank her head, feeling that the dark elf was too dangerous: "I have never offended you. Bar?"

"If you want to betray the master, this is the outcome. Of course, I have more ways, as long as the master needs it." Olica played with her beloved butterfly dagger, and the dark elf leaned against Ryan's chest with attachment: "As for your proposal, Master, I think it's feasible."

"Why is it possible?" Ryan reached out to Veronica to indicate that he was joking. He loved her so much, how could he be willing to let Veronica be bullied?

"In the distant and cold Nagaros, the only way for Druchi to maintain social vitality and a high fertility rate is to enjoy the joy and power brought by killing. Master, you are now the ruler. If you are high on the throne, If your subordinates lack competition, then they will try to rebel against you and thus rebel against the system you have established. But if you open up channels for advancement and encourage competition and promote talents in this way, then everyone will fight with each other to please you. , and are willing to obey your rule." Olika tapped her cherry-red lips with her fingers, and the dark elf analyzed in a low voice: "You have to make everyone feel a sense of crisis. Being comfortable will only weaken the martial arts and skills of your subordinates. Wisdom regresses.”

"Promoting so many serfs to become freedmen at once will make the knights feel a sense of crisis, right?" Ryan touched his chin. The King of Knights had just shaved his beard and the new beard had not yet grown. He thought for a moment. , finally made up his mind: "That's right, now, there are already many knights who are not worthy of the name of Britannia and Lady. After returning to the country after winning this victory, I just took this opportunity to punish a group of unworthy Fira." Sir knight!"

Just like that, the matter has been settled. All the surviving serfs in this expedition to Bafeng Mountain will be promoted to free citizens! Ryan will personally hold a meeting to commend and award everyone the Eight Peaks Memorial Medal.

This will be the largest freedman promotion ceremony in the history of Britannia.

After chatting for a while, Ryan asked casually: "By the way, Veronica, when is your Gloria Rally this year?"

"This year? This year has already passed, my dear." Veronica was holding a fire magic book imported from the High Elf White Tower of Hos. After listening to it, she said angrily: "It's not because I want to follow you on the Great Expedition. I did not attend this year, and Ms. Aurora and our little Princess Gloria also did not attend because of this matter. Therefore, the time of the big gathering was changed to be held at the Skydome Castle during the Grass Festival in March next year... …Why do you suddenly care about this?”

"So, Aurora's decision will be made in March next year?" Ryan said with interest: "Tell me, dear, will you vote in favor?"

"I won't vote against it anyway." Veronica was obviously very dissatisfied with Aurora. Witch of Gloria squinted: "Don't tell me that you want me to side with Aurora. I won't agree. And this is not in line with your plan. Didn’t you always plan to bring Aurora into your house?"

"??? What is included in the house? Don't talk nonsense, I just said that she should be included in my system." Ryan rolled his eyes: "A veteran holy ice witch has a lot of uses, Han The ice system is a rare spell type."

"Very good, anyway, it's either two against one or three against one. Aurora will definitely take Teresa out." Veronica nodded, she laughed, and stretched: "I'm from Sky Castle. I don’t want to stay anymore, Margarita and Carolina can do whatever they want, my dear, I am yours, in every sense of the word."

"Well, let's talk about it then." Ryan nodded. All this will have to wait until the end of the Great Expedition and they return to Britannia before considering it.

Ryan, Olica and Veronica chatted for a while, and Juan Carlos came in. The young Baron Biocari saw the dark elf sitting on Ryan's lap and acting coquettishly. It was like seeing a new world. Surprised, but Juan was no longer the duke's legitimate son who was relatively ignorant in Estalia. He coughed twice and said to Ryan: "My Majesty, King Belega asked you to take the generals to the Hall of the Ancestors. Go over there.”

"The Hall of Ancestors?" Ryan's eyes lit up: "Are the Bafeng Mountain Treasure House and the Ancestor Tombs about to be opened?"

"Exactly!"

"Okay! I'll be here right away!" Ryan couldn't restrain his excitement. He immediately stood up and ordered several main commanders to gather together, and Veronica and Orica also went together.

An hour later, Bafeng Mountain, deep in the Hall of the Ancestors, five hundred meters underground, at the excavation site, there were ruins and rubble everywhere, but the dozens of meters high Bafeng Mountain Treasure House and the Gate of the Ancestral Temple still appeared. In front of everyone, the white dwarf Grim Bryndel, the King of Eight Peaks Belegar, the King of Iron Peak Castle Kazadol and several dwarf patriarchs and dwarf rune craftsmen stood together, while Ryan Led by Kalad, Francois, Fedmund, Olica, Veronica and several knights and nobles under his command, they were both excited and uncontrollably waiting for the moment when the ancestral door opened. .

Only Araloth and the wood elves were not informed. In the eyes of the dwarves, these pointed ears were not brothers, not friends, or even allies with their own agendas. This was just a deal.

Only Granny knows what the elves will do when they see the wealth in the treasure house?

It's better to roll the pointed ears as far away as possible, and just take out the Silmaril and give them to them.

Hundreds of ancestral runes were shining brightly, and the white dwarf got a large charcoal pen from nowhere: "Boy Ryan, come here!"

"What's wrong, old man?" It was a bit rude for the white dwarf to shout like this, but Ryan was already used to it and he didn't care about it.

"You've done a good job to get to this day. Come on, I'll give you a chance to write something. Just leave your mark on this ancestral gate. You can write anything, hahaha ~" The white dwarf thrust the large ink pen into Ryan's hand.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ryan. The King of Knights held this ink pen that was much thicker than his thumb, pondered for a moment, and gently wrote in Gothic at the door of the ancestral gate of Bafeng Mountain. A line of words.

"With all the strength of the world, we can overturn this golden soup. We cherish our soldiers and will never forget them."

Everyone present was silent.

They thought of the soldiers who died in the battle, including Lops, Blackheart Rep, Hal Hafer, Estelle, Olivier, Antelme, Denis, Amedee and other fallen soldiers. There was an uncountable list of the dead, and every living name was lost in this great expedition. Everyone felt comforted that Ryan could still remember them.

However, the greatest victors and reputations in this war ultimately belong to Belegar and Lion. It was their perseverance and all-out efforts that led to the final victory. Their fame will spread throughout the old world and even the new world. Their great achievements will live on forever.

Thinking of the huge sacrifices in the Great Crusade, and looking at the ancestral gate slowly opening, Ryan couldn't help but think of a sentence.

One general's success and ten thousand bones withered!

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