Baccaria was founded on a chivalrous state, and also has a royal and aristocratic heritage. Martin knew that even if he married a princess in his life, it would be impossible for him to get on the throne normally. He hadn't thought about it in that direction from beginning to end.

Who knows, this will happen, the three princes are hanging, and even the king is about to come.

"Your Majesty...... It's ...... "Martin has absolutely no idea what to say."

"Ahem!" the old bear coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the maid next to him hurriedly wiped the corners of his lips for him, and he pushed the maid away a little arrogantly, and ordered Mary Zhuo: "Help me up!"

"Your Majesty, this ......" Everyone knows that if he does not lie down, it will only hasten the end of the king's life.

"Less nonsense, the men of the Kurt family shouldn't die in bed!" the old bear threw a tantrum.

As a last resort, Maritrus had no choice but to do so, which obviously added considerable pain to the king's misery.

A few sigmar holy waters went down, and the king was going to leave a last word.

"Now is not the time to dwell on bloodlines and royal power. Everyone knows that this is the ultimate battle for the Chaos camp to destroy the order. Infighting and weak leaders will inevitably lead to the demise of Bakaria, humanity, and the entire world. ”

When the words fell, everyone around them was shocked.

"The Kurt family is not born kings. The first royal lineage of Bakaria was the Pershing family 1,500 years ago. It was also the Pershing family who felt that they could not lead Bakaria to open up the future, so they took the initiative to give up the throne to Kurt. All I'm doing now is doing the same thing as the knightly pioneers. ”

Taking a breath, the king continued, "Don't say that my sons are dead, even if they are still alive, I will give you the crown regardless of whether you marry Vivien or Eliza." Because you, Martin Lorraine, are the most suitable person to lead Bakaria and all mankind to a future king! ”

Martin was a little shaky, and it was because of the excitement, nervousness, and a small amount of excitement.

Maybe the end is coming, but you, a time-traveler, will write a new epic for this world as a king. Whether it is this sense of excitement that arises spontaneously, whether it is the soul factor hidden in Martin's soul that Gilgamesh is the 'king', or the expectant eyes of the women around him, all drive Martin.

"Alright, I agree! I will lead all the Bakarians out of the predicament of annihilation as the new king of Bakaria!" Martin agreed, his words sonorous.

Almost the moment Martin agreed, the system prompt swiped.

"Congratulations to the host on his appointment as King of the Human Kingdom of Bakaria. Your Legend level rises to 100 of the full mortal value, and all powerful beings of Order and Chaos will know your name. ”

"Changes in the diplomatic relations of the Kingdom of Bakaria: Rick Empire opinion +100 (full value), Dwarven clans friendship +60, wood elf friendship +50, Slinger friendship +80, High Elf friendship +20. Orc-100, Beastman -100, Goblin -80, Slinka -75, Children of Chaos -50. ”

"You automatically own all the treasures in King Bakaria's treasury, and they are being counted...... It is expected to upgrade the [King's Treasure]. ”

"Given your prestige and legend, Kingdom Knight has -30% recruitment cost, -20% maintenance cost, and +10 attack power. ”

"Bakaria's new class [Cannon], [Mortar], and [Crossbowmen] are unlocked. Based on Rick's Empire, -50% recruitment cost, -50% maintenance cost, +5 attack value, and +20% accuracy rate. ”

......

Not only these important information, but also the information flowing down the Martin retina also includes the civil and military data of the territories of the Bakaria Kingdom.

With so much information, Martin was almost blinded.

What happened next was even more logical. When the generals of the various knights and infantry commanders, as well as the nobles who had gathered this time, were summoned to the king's tent after they had returned from the pursuit.

King Keane first announced the transfer of royal power in the inner echelons.

Then, in the open space in front of the king's tent, in the presence of 36 generals, 72 nobles of earls and above, and in the presence of thousands of guards, the old king did not even need the support of Carlos, and solemnly put the golden crown on Martin's head in the face of terrible injuries.

This is a change of royal power on the battlefield, and the etiquette is simple, but the respect is not reduced.

The nobles of Bakaria, who had not seen the chaos frenzy for a long time, may still be struggling with power, and as long as they have been on the battlefield, these generals and nobles who have survived the battle know that there will be no one more suitable to be the king than Martin.

Only Martin, as a great hero, can save the morale blow caused by the death of the king.

In the square and in the surrounding barracks, everyone raised their heads. Guardsmen, generals, and nobles knelt down on one knee and placed their left hand on their chests in a show of supreme respect to the new owner of the Bakaria crown.

"See Your Majesty!"

Martin stood on a makeshift platform, and he could clearly feel the weight of the burden on his shoulders. But he couldn't help but feel the joy of whistling, and the feeling that his fate was no longer controlled by others was quite refreshing.

Martin pulled the Sword of Cologne from the scabbard at his waist, and the sky was clearing, and the silver sword that was indulged in sunlight was becoming brighter.

There was a new breath in the air, as if some unknown factor in the long river of fate was beating with excitement.

At that moment, the wind at the top of the mountain began to get stronger.

Martin silently stared at the kneeling down to him in front of him, feeling the power of faith pouring from them, and then looked up at the unpredictable clouds in the sky.

At this moment, a certain string in his heart was faintly touched.

At the time of national crisis, the building will fall.

Becoming a king at this time is not only an honor, but also a great responsibility!

Shouldering the responsibility for the lives and future of millions of soldiers and civilians in Bakaria!

Survive or perish!

That's the biggest issue at the moment.

Martin lowered his gaze to the women who were in attendance. They have goddesses, empresses, princesses...... This is more like a sign that the destinies of the people of order and the kingdoms of all races are overlapping with each other.

The wind blowing in the distance carried the scattered blades of grass, blowing the red cloak behind Martin to hunt, smelling the scent of the earth, and feeling the madness of the torrent of history.

Martin suddenly heard the sound of a savage horn from a distant antiquity, it was the horn of an orc.

"Let's go! We will open a new chapter in history with victory. Martin smiled indifferently, and Vimona behind him suddenly bloomed.