Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1253

As Britain's former Knight King, Arturia has an indescribable affection for Knight.

So after obtaining Fiefdom, it also followed the practice of the year, canonized twelve round table Knights trained by himself, and formed a real Knight group.

She demands of these people not only a strong martial skill, but also a noble character that follows the virtues of humility, honesty, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, and honor.

In the eyes of outsiders, all these actions seem so strange and unusual.

After all, for the human beings in the entire Arathor Empire, protecting their right to exist is the first priority.

As long as this can be done, it is only reasonable to do everything possible.

But she has a good relationship with Artoria, Thoradin and Alan, and even defeated one strong enemy after another during the period of tribal expansion.

For most nobles of the empire, it is not clear what the relationship between the three is.

The only certainty is that Emperor Thoradin trusted the dukes far more than anyone else.

Therefore, many guys with ulterior motives want to follow this opportunity to approach Arturia. It is the emperor's own preference.

In the end, before they could put it into practice, they were forced back by the indifferent eyes of the Dumb Mao King that refused to go beyond a thousand li.

In this case, people with a little emotional intelligence will not take the initiative to come forward and make fun of themselves.

After Thoradin noticed this, he immediately rode his horse to Artoria's side and teased with a smile: "Why, don't you like these young and promising nobles?"

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"They were all arranged?"

Artoria lifted the head, her eyes flashing with naked and undisguised irritability.

That's right!

In her eyes, those so-called "young and promising" noble men are basically no different from the flies and mosquitoes that keep buzzing around her.

No way!

Who made most of the ruling class of the Arathor Empire transformed from the tribal era, far from the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom and Lordaeron Kingdom more than two thousand years later, who have been in the arts, economy , system, culture, etiquette and even food have been greatly developed.

Today's aristocrats are basically a group of upstarts and country bumpkins, according to modern people's eyes.

Some people don't even take a bath for months, and their body odor can kill them alive.

Unless Artoria is blind and her sense of smell and taste are completely lost, she would rather die than let these guys get close to her, let alone marry.

It's a pity that she remains single for a day, and these guys who are extremely greedy for land, wealth and titles will never give up.

Emperor Thoradin knew very well what the nobles were thinking, and said meaningfully to the head: "No! I just selected some noble women of the right age for the teacher, and I am going to hold a banquet to choose suitable for him. Your wife. As for you, it's basically these nobles who jumped out impatiently. They don't even know what kind of powerful soul is hidden under your beautiful appearance."

"hmph! Don't be in vain. Strong! I promise, Alan doesn't like even one of the so-called noble women you introduced. His vision is very high! It is estimated that only the versatile high elves in the north can barely choose one or two women who suit his taste. ."

When she said this remark, Artoria's tone was full of contempt for the Emperor's nosy.

Although she, like Alan, is fundamentally sympathetic to the idea of being above humans.

But right now, they don't have very good senses for those who are still living for the sake of survival.

Because the moral bottom line of human society is very low at the moment, she is quite unsuitable for being a person who has a moral obsession with cleanliness.

But Soradin shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly: "How do you know if you don't try. Men are different from women. We are always fraternity and will not give up a forest for a tree."

Artoria was obviously laughing at the shameless remarks, and sarcastically said: "So that's why you sent those lovers and illegal children away?"

"No way! Who told me to marry a real queen. For the Empire, my marriage is no small matter. The same is true for you and the teacher. This is politics, in The people in the game will always be impossible to get rid of, you should think about it."

As the last word blurted out, Thoradin directly urged the horse to run to the forefront of the army, and the man with the most soldiers The nobles who came to answer the call were chatting and laughing.

Because he already knew the situation of the war ahead, he had absolutely no doubts about the upcoming victory.

In other words, the trolls have been tortured to such an extent by Alan that if he can't fight a beautiful annihilation battle, the emperor can quickly abdicate and make his way.

So now, his priority has shifted from winning the war to connecting with the nobles, ensuring that they will always be loyal to the Empire and to their descendants.

This is the feudal era, and every monarch needs to pay special attention.

Otherwise, once the relationship and relationship between some nobles and the Imperial Family fade, then various problems will soon arise, and even lead to the division of the entire country, and eventually some nobles will become independent and establish new country.

Looking at Thoradin, an outstanding human leader trained by Alan, a complex expression appeared on Artoria's face.

Because she has read a lot of books, she is very clear that no matter how excellent Thoradin's ability is, it is limited by the defects of the feudal system itself, as long as he dies, it will not be long before the Arathor Empire will inevitably go Split and collapse.

This is history that no one can change.

Unless Alan is willing to help it abolish the Feudal System and establish an unification of a centralized dynasty.

But doing that is not suitable for the actual situation of wild beasts and monsters everywhere in Azeroth, and the people urgently need a martial power guarantee that can respond in time to deal with these threats.

Just when Arturia was guessing what Alan would do, a twenty-year-old Dame immediately accelerated the horse under his crotch, trotted to the front, and asked cautiously: " Sovereign, are you worried about Duke Alan's safety?"

"Worried about him? Stop kidding! I'm worried about trolls, and will not worry about that guy." Artoria rolled the eyes angrily.

"Then what are you worried about?" Dame asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little irritated by those nobles. Arya, tell me, is bloodline and family inheritance really that important?" Artoria finally asked a question that made her feel Very confusing question.

"Of course it's important! With descendants, the family and glory you created can inherit, the noble bloodline can also continue, and we Knights will have someone who can be loyal forever. Compared to these rateless nobles, I think Duke Alan is more suitable." Dame, known as Arya, bluntly expressed his opinion.

Several other Knights not far away also agreed after hearing it.

In their opinion, only Alan, who is also a duke, is worthy of the beauty, rank and status of his own monarch.

"What? Me and him?"

Artoria's mouth widened in surprise, she couldn't believe that all her subordinates held such a view.

"Why not? First of all, you and Duke Alan are both from the same tribe, so it can be said that they are very familiar with each other. Second, Duke Alan is different from other nobles, he is very wise and Ability. If you unite, you will have excellent offspring that are both intelligent and strong. Lastly, and most importantly. If you marry Duke Alan, all the nobles will stop unrealistic delusions, and you will no longer have to do for them I'm annoyed by the endless harassment."

It has to be said that Arya's ideas represent the common values of most human beings in this era.

One is to reproduce and continue the bloodline and family, more than anything else.

The other is that marriage should pay attention to the right match.

Only people at the same level are eligible to talk about marriage with each other.

Otherwise, like those mistresses and illegalimate children of Emperor Thoradin, when the real queen came, they would be kicked out immediately.

But understanding is understanding, if Arturia can accept this reality, she will not be the king of Britain that ended in tragedy.

But these Knight's suggestions made her have another idea, that is, fake marriage with Alan.

Just like when she married Guinevere to stabilize the political situation in the domestic turmoil.

And with Alan's expertise in magic and magic, creating a child out of thin air is as easy as eating and drinking, and there is no need to worry about being seen by outsiders as a weak spot.

After coming up with this idea, Arturia decided to find a chance to talk to Alan alone after the invading trolls were completely wiped out.

It's good for both of them.

It's a pity that the Dumb King overlooked one point, that is, the marriage of the two dukes of the empire will give Emperor Thoradin a headache.

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Meanwhile, outside the fortress in Alan's realm, the trolls have built enough engineering tools to finally start a fierce attack on the city wall day and night. .

This time, they are no longer just testing, but frantically rushing towards the city head, trying to seize the first city wall as a base to continue their attack.

But the human side has long broken the fear of trolls and bravely confronted them.

Originally showing a yellowish-brown city head, it was quickly dyed black red by the viscous plasma.

The bodies were piled up inside and outside the city wall into a hill.

There are both troll and human.

The two sides fight for the right to live. A brutal and bloody fight ensued.

No one noticed at all, not far from the treetops near the forest, two high elves knight-errant wearing magical leather armor were hiding in the dark to observe everything silently.

After more than ten minutes, the male among them asked without looking back: "What do you think of these humans?"

"Very brave! Very smart, or Said to be cunning. I believe you should have seen the battlefields of their previous battles. The human lord played the cavalry advantage vividly and thoroughly. If it weren't for the lack of enough Poisonous Arrows in his hands and the relatively small number of troops, these Amani giants would The demon will completely collapse before it reaches the fortress." Another female high elf knight-errant gave a high evaluation.

As a spy sent south by Quel'Thalas to collect information, she was full of admiration for Alan's performance in this war.

Because even the high elves, without the help of post-magic, are impossible to hang tens of thousands of trolls in the wild, and create several battles where less wins more.

Similarly, as a knight-errant who uses bows and arrows as the main weapon, she also realized for the first time the important role that cavalry archers can play in warfare.

I plan to report it to the council after I go back to see if I can organize a knight-errant and fight the trolls on the outskirts of the forest.

"So, you think we can have a little contact with him?"

Speaking, the male elf knight-errant turned around and stared at his companion's pair of deep blue eyes.

The latter nodded without thinking: "Of course! The task given to us by the council is to figure out the relationship between these humans and trolls. If it is hostile, then try to contact them and build an alliance, Together, we will deal with the increasingly threatening Amani Empire."

"Then when do you think it is best to make the first contact?" the male elf knight-errant continued to ask.

"Well... I think tonight is the best time. In order to avoid crowds, let's sneak directly into the mansion of the human lord and have a face-to-face talk with him."

When she said this remark, there was a hint of arrogance unique to the elf on the face of the female elf.

You don't need to ask to know that she wants to use this method to give Alan a dismay, and to establish the psychological advantage of the Spirit King country over the human empire in the following conversation.

The male elf obviously also thought about it, and immediately responded with a smile: "Okay! Just do as you said. When night falls, we will go over the city wall stealth and enter the lord's mansion to see it. Is this guy who has made amazing records in the fight against trolls worthy of being our ally."

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For the sake of Quel'Thalas!"

"For the sake of Quel'Thalas! The glory of Silver Moon City!"

Soon, the two uninvited guests were once again hidden in the shadows.

When the sky was getting dark, they put on the cloak with magic effect, crossed the moat as easily as a shadow in the dark, climbed up the city wall with a rope with no difficulty, and bypassed the patrolling The soldiers successfully entered the interior of the fortress.

Apart from the accidental alarming of a dog during the whole process, no one noticed at all.

And the dog that found the infiltrator was also mistaken by the owner for being mad, and was immediately locked in the kennel as punishment.

At this moment, the nobles in the hall are eating a sumptuous dinner hosted by the host.

The female elf, who hid in the woods for a day blowing the wind, unceremoniously walked off the table with a plate of duck roasted to golden and a bottle of mead to share with her companions.

After eating and drinking, they touched the direction of the study together.