Chapter 1260: Driving the Wolf and Devouring the Tiger

Master Amethyst handed over the rune information that Wesenland had studied for a hundred years to the Phoenix King. Unexpectedly, Imrik threw it directly on the wooden table of the tent without even looking at it.

"Espes...have you heard the rumors about Nagash?"

For those who study the Wind of Shash, if they have never heard of Nagash, they have never learned it.

Of course, Espes has studied Nagash, and also knows that the Lord of the Undead is the murderer who left Sigma disabled in his later years.

"He is an undead soul that cannot be accommodated by More, a twister who blasphemes the soul!"

The impassioned tone of the Amethyst Mage did not surprise Imric. Some people with stubborn ideas and narrow vision would confuse the Death Mage with the Necromancer, but the difference between the two is about the same as Asur and Du. Luqi's difference.

It cannot be said that there is a huge difference, it can only be said that apart from sharing a source, there is almost no connection.

But there is no doubt that the extremely powerful necromancer must be someone who specializes in the wind of Shaxu, but not necessarily the other way around.

If Espes turns to studying necromancy, he can be put on a bonfire and turned into ashes in less than a month, without even conducting an actual investigation. The Empire has such zero tolerance for necromancy...

Wait, it seems that the same is true for elves. Whoever dares to dig the soil will be sent to the ground by the Dragon Prince in a physical sense.

"Of course, of course. Nagash is an unforgivable bastard...but since I mentioned him, I certainly didn't tell you how hateful the Necromancer is."

"You should be able to feel it. The wind in the dark night of Sylvania has returned to the darkness of the past."

Espes glanced at the Phoenix King's face several times. It should be noted that she only learned some rumors from the witch hunters in Stirland. There is no reason that the Phoenix King's spies are all over the empire.

"Maybe it's a remnant of the Third Vampire War. Sylvania is already under Mor's protection, and some necromancers can't make waves."

The firm tone made Imric nod his head, feeling that he had found the right person.

After staying in the empire for several months, in addition to constantly talking nonsense with the orthodox emperor Karl Franz, the Phoenix King also flirted with the spiritual emperor Vlad von Carstein from time to time.

The story is also very simple. After finding his wife, Vlad, who is sitting on part of Nagash's power, feels that he can do it. Karl Franz is just a junior. He can at most be an elector and stay as a real emperor. Serve around.

As for the other electors, they are just a bunch of losers, and there is no way they can resist the invasion of the Chaos army...

The only reason Vlad didn't take action immediately was the Phoenix King staying in the empire, and... the glimpse of the future in the black pyramid.

Unlike Nagash, the head of the family is not a lunatic with an antisocial personality. He does not want to build a silent kingdom without any living people.

How can the leader's tolerance and magnanimity be demonstrated without the obedience of the servants?

The paradoxical thing is that Vlad wants to become the undisputed emperor, whether it is to use political means to win over a group of nobles and make them blood descendants, or to use force to claim the throne of power like the personal conquest during the first vampire war. .

But if a full-scale war is launched against the empire, the Chaos scum will definitely take advantage of it, and everyone will die. What's the point of being an emperor?

So Imrik negotiated a condition. Sylvania would belong to Carstein, and the remaining area would belong to Karl Franz. As for whose hands the throne would end up in, we would have to wait until we survive the wave of chaos.

Vlad also agreed...but there were still many problems. Imrik didn't question the family leader's ability to take down Sylvania, but he doubted the old bald man of Walkerman.

Issuing the Holy War Order, allowing the empire to devote itself wholeheartedly to another vampire war, Imric believes that Walkerma can definitely do it... Moreover, Sylvania is not under the jurisdiction of vampires now, and Karl Franz cannot risk losing it. Territorial risks, turning a blind eye to the call for jihad.

For people on both sides, Imric doesn't want to give up... No matter how he dies, it doesn't matter to the order side. After all, every time someone dies in the empire, the family leader has one more subordinate...

But no, population is an important criterion for measuring national strength, and the undead cannot have children.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was still difficult to find a suitable solution... But the appearance of Espes made Imrik feel some change.

Espes is obviously the representative of the More Church, so it would be best for her to take the stand against Flanders.

Just wait until the end comes, and if you win, the head of the family will compete with the imperial electors to see who is the legitimate emperor.

As for losing...then everything is over.

"Speaking of which... this matter has something to do with me, Flanders von Carstein. After I was attacked by Manfred in Kislev, he suddenly emerged from that ugly bald body. .

If I had been in slightly better shape, Flanders wouldn't have been able to escape. "

Espes, who was originally looking a little passionate and angry, slowly stiffened at this moment: "You mean Flanders von Carstein? Count Otto's son-in-law, the first vampire count who intended to usurp the throne?"

"Well...if he was a noseless vampire, it would have to be Vlad."

Espes took a few deep breaths. This shocked her too much. Unlike Manfred and Conrad, Vlad actually approached the palace and was only one step away from sitting on the throne.

Methods, abilities, strategies, wisdom, and leadership... Flanders is an impeccable vampire, far more threatening than the greenskins who stay in the Grey Mountains and fight the dwarves.

"Have you informed the emperor of this?"

"No, the emperor has more important things to do..." Imrick waved his hand, motioning for Elspeth to sit down and talk: "The Chaos invasion is imminent. This is my prediction of the future. A leader of the Norscan warband favored by the three dark gods will start a massacre in Ostland.

In the Duncanwald Forest, the beastmen are gathering, intending to erect the blasphemous totem on the floating soil... The knights who believe in Chaos are wandering in the wasteland, looking for artifacts to destroy the world."

The successive revelations made Elspeth a little dizzy, and he simply asked: "What do you want me to do... I am just a mage who is slightly good at the wind of Shaxu, not a hero like you and Lord Teclis."

"Many times, heroes appear for a while... Elspeth, I think you can try to consider how to share Mor's worries, solve Vlad's threats, and erase the shame left during the Vampire War for me." (End of this chapter)