"Should I get up?" Snorri frowned.
"Of course, the golden words chosen by the ancestors are the best wishes in the mortal world." Genom laughed.
"Vaulana?" Snorri chose the common form of Valaya, "May the ancestral goddess bless her."
"Varana-Gnotir, that sounds really good!" Gnom naturally had no objection. Gnodir thought that the dwarf's surname, the daughter of Gnom, was the suffix of her father's name.
"Your Majesty, we have the latest news!" The brothers just picked up the wine glasses, but before they had time to moisten their throats, they were interrupted by a clerk who rushed over.
"The first batch of military expenditures for Marienburg has just been received, and the merchant council hopes that you will send troops as soon as possible!"
"Okay! There are more Chaos cubs in the north than green mushrooms! When do we set off? My war hammer is already thirsty!"
Gnom smashed his beer glass. After receiving the news, he strongly supported his brother's revenge plan and rushed back with a team in advance to prepare for the punch. There is no more perfect plan than killing three birds with one stone to settle hatred, destroy Chaos, and harvest a large amount of gold.
"Don't worry, my brother." Snorri grinned, "When your wallet falls, don't you try to pick it back up?"
"Wallet?" Gnom muttered, "You mean? But wasn't it thrown away voluntarily?" He realized that the Lord of the City could hear Snorri's metaphor.
"Uh-huh, the hand that threw the wallet went crazy and lost control."
"Hands? Doesn't the pig's head count?"
"Forget it, this metaphor is inappropriate, but don't rush it yet!" Snorri shook his head.
The humans were a little slower at delivering messages than he expected, and he was so impressed by the gryphons that he thought they had an air force. This powerful and noble beast is second only to Sigmar's Hammer as a symbol in the Imperium of Man.
But even though humans have been trying to domesticate them artificially in recent years with the help of the Emerald Master, only the richest and most powerful imperial nobles still have the opportunity to ride a griffon. Most information is still conveyed by riders on horseback.
The two brothers walked out hand in hand. Everyone in the Drazkrad clan's face was filled with joy. There were three dwarf kings in one clan. Except in the era of the ancestors and gods, there was no such grand occasion.
"Urgent report!"
Another messenger ran over. He saw Gnom and communicated with Snorri with questioning eyes.
"Tell me, there are no outsiders here."
"Elector William of Reich has convened a meeting of electors to impeach Dieter IV!" Although the message from the messenger was short, it was extremely explosive.
"I knew he wouldn't be able to bear it!" Snorri muttered. "Get ready to go to war, now! Go and help our friends in Marienburg!" He shouted at a higher volume.
The order of the King of the South was implemented instantly, and in just one meal, an elite group of several hundred dwarves gathered.
The tribesmen were all gearing up, but Snorri didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave the fortress. He led the team around half a circle from the central hall before setting off. Under his deliberate actions, every resident of Eternal Peak had a glimpse of the army.
"The kings of the old world have not been idle in the past few years. We have joined forces to clean up the earth network. From here to Breeze Castle, we are under our control. A forced march is the fastest..."
"Don't be in a hurry, let's walk slowly." Snorri comforted his eldest brother.
"My king, why are we in a hurry to set off, but not in a hurry to march?" Gotrek, who was carrying the military flag, slowed down a little and stood side by side with Snorri's anvil.
"War is a means, serving politics. The life of every tribesman is precious, and it is best if there is no bloodshed. A tough battle is still to come!" Snorri smiled. He looked in the direction of the Black Fire Pass and thought about himself. How long would it take for the news of sending troops to reach the electors?
In the rebuilt city of Nunn, everything went as Snorri expected. The news that he was sending troops was like the straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting the anger of the voters.
The family of Dieter IV has held the throne for more than 50 years for three generations. The family's power is huge and intricate. Therefore, after William III proposed impeachment, many holders of the electorate were waiting and watching. They wanted to know whether Marienburg could really raise enough power to protect itself to support independence.
"We can't wait any longer! If we let those profit-seeking guys slow down, the empire will lose her brightest pearl!" William slapped the table in the largest tavern in the city.
"You're right, Southerner! That stupid pig must get out." A rough voice continued. The speaker was wearing a white wolf fur coat. It was obvious that he was the elector of Midden.
Middenland is the most powerful province in the northern part of the empire, influencing the surrounding areas. At the same time, this is also the center of belief of the White Wolf God Ulric, where the Great Temple of Ulric and his holy fire are located.
"But why should we elect you to succeed me, and not me, Prince Elector Leopold of Kronburg, Guardian of the Drakwald Forest, and Elector of House Bilderhoven?"
William III looked at the guy sitting opposite him, the fury of the winter wolf leaping in his veins. The Cult of Ulric is one of the oldest faiths in the Empire, second only to the Cult of Sigmar in power and influence.
"The problem of Marienburg is difficult to solve with anger and warhammer. What we want is not the ruins of a land." William III prepared his own words, but it was a pity that other electors were not so easily persuaded.
Soon, two more electors joined the competition. If no successor can be found, or the successor fails to successfully change the status quo, then what is the point of this impeachment?
"As Elector of Reikland, Prince of Altdorf, and Earl of the West, I promise that if I cannot take back Marienburg, I will automatically abdicate!" After a long argument, William took out his killer move.
"There must be a time limit!" After a short silence, the Elector Midden said.
"One year!"
"I agree!"
"The Cult of Sigmar agrees!"
"Tarabek leader agrees!"
Assured, hands were raised one after another, and those in power could see that this matter was extremely urgent.
"Well, I hope we won't get together here again in a year. It will be a strenuous trip." Seeing that more than half of the votes had been counted, Leopold shrugged.
After reaching a consensus, the electors filed out, surrounded by guards in various uniforms, and headed straight for the palace.
"I'm sorry to tell you that you have been deposed. And I, Wilhelm III, will serve as Imperial Emperor and take Marienburg back!"
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