One Hundred and One·Nordland’s letter for help (please subscribe)

The last survivors of Hearth Fortress sent out the most desperate news.

On the west side of the empire, the army of the West Territory is still fighting the orcs in the Ginter Mine in the Gray Mountains. The Bull Elector of the Oster Territory is currently planning to prepare troops to regain the lost land destroyed by the Brass Fortress uprising.

There is no information on the coastline.

Middenland and Hawkland had just suffered a defeat in the Third Beastman War, and their forces were stretched thin. Taking advantage of the chaos, many cultists who believed in Chaos destroyed cities and temples, and the White Wolf Elector was very busy.

At the same time, in the Cathedral of the White Wolf God in the southern city of Sesonmund, the capital of Nordland, Archbishop Songard IV of the Euric Sect received a magical message from Port Ditus overnight in the early morning.

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The High King of Norsca, Varmir Aesling, leads a large Norscan army and is about to land on the coast of Nordland!

Since the era of the Three Emperors, the Hearth Fortress has been guarding the northern end of the Sea of ​​Claws. They have sent messages of nearly thirty or so barbarian expeditions southward back to the empire, and there has never been any error.

After receiving the news, King Songard IV, who was well aware of the seriousness of the matter, quickly rushed to the castle of the Elector of Nordland, "Winter Castle".

It was still early in the morning, the sky was just getting dark, and Sessenmond, where the night had not yet faded, was unusually quiet. There were almost no pedestrians on the road leading to the Elector's Castle. Archbishop White Wolf was sitting in a gorgeous carriage, holding the urgent letter in one hand.

Message, his face was full of solemnity, and there was a horizontal scar from the cheek bone of his left eye to the bridge of his nose, symbolizing the piety of the White Wolf believers, and his pale white pupils silently stared at the northern sky.

The dark silver half-plate armor is covered with a gray-white wolfskin cloak on the shoulder blades. Every intricate detail is attached to Yurik's scriptures. It hangs from the wolf head pendant at the collar. A pair of pale wolf eyes glow coldly. The cloak

The laces are held in place by three huge wolf-head brooches made of mithril.

The carriage sped along, attracting the attention of many patrolling guards.

When the sky turned white, Archbishop Ulric relied on his power and church privileges to forcefully enter Winterkeep.

Also arriving at the same time as him was the High Bishop of the Church of the Sea, Gregory Haring.

Twenty minutes later, Winterfort, the Elector's Office.

The magnificent Elector Castle is located at the highest point on the south side of Sesonmund. The Elector's Office is extremely gorgeously decorated, with a more than 30-meter-long red carpet leading directly to the long table, and elven ornaments from across the vast ocean.

Murals depicting legendary battles, trophies from past generations of the elector's family, and a dozen expensive magic lamps illuminated the hundreds of square meters of the office. Among the elector's courtiers, there was a legendary iceberg

mage.

Theodorik Geisel, the elector of Nordland, Archduke Sessenmund, and the ruler of the southern shore of the Sea of ​​Claws, who was still in his prime, walked into the office in fancy clothes, followed by the four electors.

The Great Swordsmen are the famous Sea Eagle Guards, the Elector's personal champion warriors, the Knights of the Kingdom, Sir Degioca, and the legendary high-level strength of Kalal Leofric, who is never far away.

The elector's personal champion warrior wears a full set of mystical gold plate armor blessed by the White Wolf God. As a brave and devout follower of Ulric, he is well known throughout the north. He once fought in Nobel eleven years ago.

The Ska army invaded, and they went into battle to slay the chosen warrior of Khorne, Vasily Bor, the Magvazer, under the spotlight.

"Archbishop!" Caral Leofric first bowed to Archbishop Yurik as a knight.

The latter nodded towards him.

Theodorik Geisel sat squirmingly at the end of the long table. He coughed a few times, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "My Archbishop, you shouldn't have disturbed me at this time.

I have a rest, Nord has enough affairs, and the conflicts between the churches can be left to you to handle."

His sleep has been very bad during this period. Even though the Elector slept on the softest and most comfortable bed in the entire Nordland, and even in the entire northern territory of the empire, he kept tossing and turning during the night. The remaining barbarians in the Nordland were shocking.

Tired of it, villages were looted and attacked every day, there were insufficient soldiers, there was widespread famine, and so many things piled up on his mind that he could hardly breathe.

Poor public security has led to riots in many places, and even cases of open rebellion by nobles. The elector sent a suppressive army, but it was not possible to clear out the mob for a while. The tug-of-war that lasted for several weeks had unsatisfactory results and a large population.

loss, the imminent autumn harvest will be delayed again, and everything is developing for the worse.

The Kingdom of Nord is on the verge of bankruptcy.

"You need to read this message. My elector, the Hearth Fortress on the northern shore of the Sea of ​​Claws has fallen. The last survivors sailed desperately to Port Detus. This is the clergy stationed in Port Detus.

, information sent by magic message." Songard IV did not apologize at all. He went straight to the topic and handed the message in his hand to the elector's personal champion: "The disaster star in the north is coming, Nord.

You have to be prepared to deal with it.”

"Bang!" Theodorik Geisel's hands were shaking a little. He slammed down the tin wine glass and took the letter from Carrard in a muffled voice.

"The guards of Hearth Fortress recognized the symbol of the invading Norscan army. It was the Blood Raven flag of the Aisling tribe, the high king of the Norscan barbarians, Varmir Aisling, the bastard who caused endless pain to the northern frontier.

Here we come." Archbishop Yurik said with a calm expression. White Wolf never showed his mood swings when facing the enemy.

"Oh damn!!!" The Elector of Nordland held his forehead in pain and propped his elbows on the long table. His voice was filled with sorrow and anger: "How many days have it been since the last invasion? We fought back a wave.

Another wave is coming! Something unique in the history of Nordland happened during my time!"

"We have no choice. Your Majesty the Elector, it is time to summon the army. Before the barbarians come ashore, there is still time." The eyes of Songard IV exuded a strong fighting spirit. He was never afraid of strong enemy attacks.

Attack.

"Call the army, call the army, my archbishop! The Kingdom of Nord suffered heavy losses last year, and the army was lost by nearly half. I need more troops to go to the area to maintain law and order and ensure the safety of the people of Nord. Now you want to bring them

Go to the northern coastline." Theodoric Geisel shook his head, his tone filled with unconcealable sadness: "The cruelty of Valmir Aislin is known to everyone, and Nord has survived the waves of chaos again and again.

, I’m afraid we will have to pay an unimaginable price this time.”

The Elector's personal champion warrior consoled him in a deep voice: "My Grand Duke, the threat posed by Chaos is far more terrifying than the security problem. They must be eliminated first, otherwise the entire Nord will be ruined by the flames of war, and countless people under his rule will be destroyed."

All his people will be slaughtered and plundered."

"I don't need you to remind me! Karar! I can clearly distinguish the most critical enemies. The minions of Chaos will never let go of the opportunity to destroy. From the moment I inherited the Raven Sword from my father,

We know the greatest threat is from the north!" Theodoric slapped the table angrily.

He suddenly grabbed the wine glass and took a big gulp. At this moment, only the drunkenness of the wine could give the elector some comfort: "The autumn harvest is coming. My reliable men, the bishops, have had two consecutive years of poor harvests, which has spread to

The famine problem among the Nordic people has reached an extreme level. If we still cannot harvest food this year, our proud kingdom will fall into dire straits, and at least 30% of the people will starve to death."

".I am rude, my Grand Duke." The private champion warrior realized his offense and apologized quickly.

Theodoric let out a long sigh and waved his hand. He was no longer as excited as before. It would be better to vent his anger on the Norscan barbarians on the barbarians. He picked up the letter and read it carefully again.

Read it carefully.

The Archbishop of Ulric Church and the High Bishop of Ocean Church sitting at the long table in the office were silent. Kalal Leofric looked serious and held the Holy Sword of the Elector of Nordland, the Rune Tooth, and the Raven Sword in his hand.

, he will fulfill his piety to Ulric and his loyalty to the Elector.

After a while, the Nord elector took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "How much preparation time do we have? Seven days? Ten days? Gregorin Haring, the senior bishop of the Church of the Sea, maybe you can give me the accurate

reply."

The high-ranking bishop of the Ocean Church looked a little tangled: "My lord Mannann also passed down the oracle, and the barbarian longship fleet has passed through the sea storm."

"So, how much time do we have left?"

Throughout the office, several eyes were looking at the stocky Gregorian Haring, and you could hear a pin drop.

The senior bishop of the Ocean Church stretched out five fingers and his Adam's apple twitched: "At most, no more than five days."

"What about the number of Norscan troops heading south?"

"Probably. More than 40,000 people."

After a long silence, Theodoric closed his eyes, his body seemed to be shaking with anger, and he tried hard to control his emotions.

"The security problem has not been fundamentally solved and the situation has been unstable for a long time. If I suddenly announced the invasion of the Norse army, it would definitely cause panic at this juncture. The number of our troops is not even 70% of what it was before the war last year.

The total number of the provincial army and the security troops stationed in various places does not exceed 14,000." The Nord elector rubbed his brows and continued: "And, the most important point is that there is not much food left in various places.

, it absolutely cannot support long-term consumption. By then, we will become panicked due to logistical supply problems."

Several decision-makers present nodded unanimously. They agreed with Theodoric's point of view. Many of the crops harvested in the summer have not yet been handed over, and roaming raiders often plundered grain roads. The supplies sent from the south were of little use, and the entire Nord

The situation is at an extremely critical edge.

Public security is unstable, the number of troops is insufficient, and food reserves are stretched thin. Now that the troops are gathered in a hurry, they will face problems such as low morale and poor combat effectiveness of the troops. Weapons and equipment are in short supply in various places, and logistics supply pressure is huge. This will undoubtedly affect the means and courage of decision-makers.

It is a severe test.

"We also have allies and reinforcements. Your Excellency the Elector, Nordland has been the guardian of the north since ancient times, resisting the plunder and invasion of the barbarians. It is not a bad idea to ask those southerners to contribute money and efforts appropriately." You.

Archbishop Rick offered his own opinion.

The Nord Elector shook his head: "Midden Territory and Hawk Territory have just suffered heavy losses, and they are too busy to take care of themselves. The Bull Knights of Oster Territory are busy attacking the Brass Fortress, and it will be difficult to support us for a while."

"No, Elector of Nord, you also have reinforcements from further south, our Emperor, and the Electors south of the Reik River."

Archbishop Ulrich Songard IV has a very unfriendly view of southerners. He is happy to see those who do not believe in the White Wolf God suffer: "The political situation in the south is relatively stable, and their lives and material security are very rich.

As far as I know, Aiwei Land has another bumper harvest this year, and the farmland for thousands of miles is golden. Whether it is His Majesty the Emperor Carl Franz, or the Elector Eben von Liebowitz of Wiesen Land, or others

The Electors, whose territories are relatively wealthy and have no spare resources, have been watching the Norscan War for decades from behind, and it is time to pay the 'war tax' to Nord."

"Fighting Chaos is a duty, and Chaos is the enemy of all of us." The Private Champion Warrior nodded slowly: "I support the Archbishop's suggestion."

"Me too."

Theodorik Geisel pondered for a while, he touched his chin beard, nodded and said: "I will write a letter to the Imperial Parliament to request assistance, and ask our emperor to summon the electors and bring back reinforcements from the south.

Previously, I ordered all regions in Nord to assemble their troops and gather as many troops as possible in Sesonmund. Every town must be fortified and the wilderness must be defended for as long as possible.”

"Yes!" Kalal Leofric responded immediately. He took the order from the Elector, then turned and left Winterfort.

The Elector's bodyguards and Sea Eagle Guards were running between the major towns in Nord. Archbishop Ulric and the High Bishop of the Church of the Sea also returned to their respective churches to spread the news of the Norsca invasion as soon as possible.

The most important thing to resist chaos is unity. The believers of the gods will also respond. The White Wolf Knights, Cheetah Knights, and Ocean Knights gather in the nearest church one by one, waiting for the call of war.
To be continued...