Chapter 1160 Mob

In the Golden Palace of Marienburg, in the hot summer, the merchant lords actually felt a bone-chilling chill.

Not for anything else, but because the Supreme King implicitly expressed to the Electoral Council that he hoped that the ally would be a complete empire, not a human force without an important port city.

The historical origin of this is very long. When Sigmar established the empire, the territory under his rule was not so grand.

Among them, the Nordland was officially a barony about 300 years after the establishment of the empire. Strictly speaking, the alliance with the empire originated from Sigma.

Marienburg could focus on the loopholes in it and thought that it lacked rigor. Since there was no Marienburg under Sigmar's rule at that time, independence had nothing to do with the dwarves.

But the weak merchants dared not. The Supreme King's reputation in the empire was established over thousands of years. If Marienburg dared to take advantage of the loopholes in the sacred covenant, the Electoral Council would dare to impeach the emperor the next day.

The merchants immediately thought of a backer to fight against the High King. Since the Phoenix King is here, can we use some reasonable ways to ask His Majesty the Elves to give some advice to the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom and not to get involved in the affairs of the Empire?

The bearded merchant who led the Golden Palace said solemnly and firmly: "As long as we can give the elves enough benefits, the Phoenix King will definitely stop the High King's decision. We have been waiting for this moment for too long and cannot let anyone stop us!"

"What is enough benefit? Do you think the elves will lack gold coins? The sugar sold in Ulthuan within the Empire alone is enough to eclipse all the achievements of Marienburg." One person immediately retorted. They found that they had no chips that could impress the Phoenix King.

If it were usual, they could still use the preferential trade regulations as a reason for negotiation, but if the Electoral Parliament terminated the autonomy bill signed by His Majesty Magnus, whether it was Nordland or Talabekland taking over Marienburg, they would not mind giving the Phoenix King a good political show.

This is a dead end, but it is the only way to break it.

"Where is Dieter IV? We gave him so many gold coins, and we watched the elves and dwarves interfere in the internal affairs of the empire?!" The bearded merchant was extremely angry, but under this anger, there was deep fear.

They didn't have the courage to attack the rulers of the elves and dwarves. Now Imrick was in the city, with only less than a hundred guards protecting him.

But is this a reason to take action? A large elf army was stationed in the Laurent Loren Forest, and hundreds of dragons could fly over Marienburg at any time and burn the thousand-year savings of the ten major families.

"Action on the Phoenix King?" The tentative remarks caused everyone to be silent.

This is probably not a good choice, but it is also the most correct choice.

The person who spoke was the leader of the Romour family. He clenched his teeth on his fat face and looked around at the surprised allies around him.

"The Romour family is willing to make sacrifices, but if it succeeds, we must take the position of chairman of the council."

"Okay."

"Reconsider."

"A wise, brave and fearless move."

The reason why no one dared to take action was that they were afraid to take risks, but if one person was willing to take this risk, the benefits that could be obtained would be unimaginable.

The Romour family has won the respect of everyone... and expectations. If the Phoenix King stays in the manor honestly, it means that he does not want to get involved in the affairs of the empire and is afraid of the alliance between the Electoral Council and the Dwarf Supreme King.

But if the Romour family is destroyed by thunder, the Marienburg Council, which has not yet left the empire, can make a big fuss about this matter and ask the Electoral Council to expel the Phoenix King...

However, this world speaks with strength after all.

When hundreds of mercenaries disguised as thugs walked to the manor where the Phoenix King stayed and surrounded the exit, the captain of the guard, Creon, narrowed his eyes and was full of murderous intent.

The meticulous Flame Knight had not yet encountered a situation where someone blocked his door. He approached the thugs and spoke in a "gentle" tone.

"I won't ask you what you want to do. It's totally unnecessary... If you continue to stand in the manor for one more second, the blood of humans will be spilled in your city."

The battle-hardened thugs would not be afraid of a single sentence. There were thousands of people hiding in the alley. They could pile up the elves to death.

Moreover, the Council had already begun to use its influence to incite the anti-elf sentiment of the residents in the city. If the Flame Knight dared to kill ten or a hundred people, would he dare to burn the entire civilian area to ashes?

However, there are always some elves who do not regard humans as equal species. They are just a group of lucky bipedal creatures. Except for being able to speak, they are no different from monkeys in the trees...

The thugs looked provocative in the increasingly calm face of the Flame Knight Captain: "This is the human empire, the sacred legacy left to us by Sigmar! We have the right to protest that the elves have violated the interests of the empire.

You should return to the island instead of interfering in the affairs of other races as the masters of the world!"

"Go back to the island!"

"Elves should not appear in the empire!"

Crion barely maintained restraint. Protests like this happen everywhere. If they start a massacre because of a few words, it will make the Phoenix Court seem too sensitive.

But a sentence in his ears made the captain completely unable to suppress his inner anger.

"What Phoenix King? He is just a villain who relied on tricks and power to get to the top. He made the white dwarfs and the witch king fight hard and picked up a kingship for nothing."

The Flame Knights, who were standing indifferent outside the manor, stared at the source of the sound with their golden dragon-winged helmets, their eyes full of undisguised anger.

The most important duty of the royal guards, in addition to protecting the safety of their lord, is to link the king's honor with themselves.

There is nothing wrong with criticizing the elves' actions, as the starting point of interests of any race is different.

But when such criticism turned into slander, and power and honor turned into strategies and tactics, the Flame Knights raised their butcher knives to the thugs.

Creon did not take the initiative. He watched one of his men pick up a lapis lazuli long-handled mace and slowly walked to the side of the slanderer.

The wrist wrapped in the golden arm armor gently hit the mob's cheek, and then a fresh watermelon was broken.

The Flame Knight held the collar of the headless corpse and announced something in an emotionless tone.

"Anyone who slanders the elven monarch, the Phoenix King, will be killed without mercy."

The bystanders splashed by the watermelon juice were full of panic. He didn't say a word and just started to fight?

He pointed at the Flame Knight, and his trembling fingers showed his fear.

"You, you..."

The Flame Knight, who mistakenly thought that humans were going to continue talking nonsense, smashed out with his right hand weapon.

"In the Phoenix King's residence, animals are not allowed to bark at will." (End of this chapter)