Warhammer Greenskin Inventor

"But so what."

"Without the constraints of the southern nobles, the entire southern princedom will become a delicious spicy squiggly."

"This is an irresistible temptation for greedy humans."

The fact was just as Lin Mu expected.

When the few southern nobles fled to the capital of the Sigma Empire.

The entire empire looked confused about this.

Everything happened so fast.

Let the ancient machine of the empire be somewhat unable to react.

But fortunately, the current Emperor of Sigmar, Karl, is considered a war emperor riding a gryphon.

At the first opportunity, Karl received the fleeing southern nobles.

In the luxurious living room, the magic candlestick carved from white crystal shone with light.

On the long dining table, there are various silver tableware made by elven craftsmen.

Nobles from the imperial capital, surrounded by small nobles and noble ladies from the south.

Between the cups and the cups, I did not forget to appease these friends who came from afar.

"Oh my God, I love it here."

"I wish I could stay in the imperial capital forever."

A young nobleman, who seemed to be a little drunk, shouted loudly.

Someone hurriedly echoed around him: "That's right, compared to the imperial capital, our territory is like a pigsty."

For this kind of pointless self-deprecation.

The nobles who came to the imperial capital did not show any disdain at all.

Instead, glasses of delicious wine, like Vicamut, were served.

"Hahaha, friends, ladies and gentlemen, let us raise a glass together."

"Again, our friends who have come from afar."

"They are our heroes today."

"Come and honor the heroes!"

Such an action made these fleeing southern nobles enjoy it very much.

After all, in this world of relative scarcity, praise is also a very rare pleasure.

In the sound of wine and praise, these little nobles from the south, or the sons of nobles.

They all have a new understanding of the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital.

That is, the gentlemen and ladies here are both noble and elegant.

And they are very humble and polite.

It is completely different from what my fathers said.

After a banquet where the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, the nobles either left in carriages or stayed directly in the palace.

"Have you asked everything clearly?" Karl said expressionlessly.

An old man with a big belly, wearing the robe of a gentleman who returned the gift, nodded slightly.

"That's about it. These people don't know much."

"In other words, it is precisely because these people have no value that they survive."

"Based on what we know now and the intelligence we investigated in the past."

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, the green-skinned waaaaagh has already begun."

Karl nodded calmly: "We all know these, don't we."

"As early as half a year ago, when the Baron, whose name I can no longer name, came to us for help, we already knew about it, didn't we?"

"I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

As he spoke, Karl took out a piece of dwarf gold paper with a faint golden light from the drawer in front of him.

"This is a request for help from the High King."

“Written by the hand of the High King, with his hammer and chisel.”

"The dwarves are willing to pay one-third of the wealth of the entire dwarf kingdom."

"You want us to send troops to support the dwarf kingdom."

"Look at this, the Slavs asking for help."

"The Ice Queen said that the Slavic Kingdom was attacked by a large number of warp demons."

“Two-thirds of the entire Slavic Kingdom has been lost.

If anything, the greenskins' attack and the High King's request for help were all expected.

Then the emergence of the subspace demon is an unexpected event.

However, this unexpected incident was fatal.

This put the entire empire into a situation where it was under attack from both sides.

Karl took a breath and said: "Okay, my finance minister, let's talk about the greenskins."

"As for the subspace demon, leave it to us for now. The northern nobles will have a headache."

Finance Minister, Choukat frowned slightly.

The emperor seems a little too calm, and the current situation of the empire can be said to be quite bad.

The emperor, however, seemed very relaxed.

"This attack by the greenskins is very fierce."

"What's even more frightening is that the greenskins seem to be colluding with the ratmen."

"A large number of Skaven appeared in the greenskin army."

"It's almost a one-to-one ratio with the greenskins. This is very abnormal."

"I even suspect that it was the rat people who deceived the greenskins and tricked them into the battlefield."

"After all, the rat people have done this before."

"As for the large number of nobles who died in the Southern Princely Territory, I can only say that I am sorry."

After listening to the Finance Minister's series of useless nonsense, Karl stood up slowly.

He took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet nearby.

First he poured himself a glass, and then poured a glass for Choukat.

This is already an incomparable honor for a minister.

Karl picked up the wine glass and shook it: "Mr. Qiukat, you should know that this is not what I want to hear."

"War is inevitable."

"I just want to hear what you want."

"Only in this way can this war be fought smoothly."

Qiukat pretended to be a little nervous and took out a handkerchief and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.

"Your Majesty, war requires a lot of supplies and gold coins."

"Your loyal ministers also need time to gather the knights and serfs in their fiefdoms."

"I think it will take at least a month to mobilize food, grass and serfs."

"As for the mage masters, Your Majesty needs to come forward in person."

Karl drank all the red wine and stared at Autumn Carter in front of him.

This made the Finance Minister, who was originally relatively calm, somewhat uneasy.

You know, the emperor in front of you is a ruthless man who personally takes out a hammer and fights with the greenskins.

Who knows if he will be unhappy and give himself a hammer.

"20 days, just 20 days."

"I think in just 20 days, we can prepare everything your Majesty needs for the army."

Apparently, Karl was quite satisfied with this answer, nodded and said:

"Then I'll give you 20 days. How much you can eat depends on your ability."

These 20 days will be a feast for the entire Sigma nobles.

The nobles will try their best to absorb the land and population of the Southern Princely Territory through the fastest exchange of interests.

As for the southern nobles who fled to the imperial capital.

I think after tonight, they won't show up again.

Just like the baron who came to ask for help, as long as he stayed in the imperial capital for one night, he would be fine.