Proof of the Sun King

On January 16th, outside Erlengrad, Groward Forest, the camp of Slaanesh Champion Styka.

The son of the chieftain of the Settlers tribe of Norsca, Styka was born with the Slaanesh dzi bead, and soon grew into a handsome young man with a charming voice and a successful leader who first fought against the plundering of the shores of the Old World Get a huge gain.

Feeling insulted by his younger generation and jealous of the credit, his father murdered the chief at a feast after a victorious raid. After the fusion of Styka's soul with the Dzizhu, the young Chaos Champion became the new chieftain of the Settlers tribe. The suet jade-like skin, the exquisite Chaos armor, and the serpentine steel sword he acquired after his sacrifice at the altar of Slaanesh.

Normally, merging with Slaanesh should give Slaanesh champion Styka enough power to make him famous all over the world, but this fusion does not seem to combine the powers of the two sides, but instead The desire to indulge is mixed, and Styka is now an **** maniac who can't wait to celebrate the slightest victory and achievement, and the guy misses a lot of battles and is often not on time. Reuniting or following orders, Motkin didn't like him and threw him and his army to Aisling.

The long siege made Styka very boring and uninteresting, and the cold weather made the Slaanesh champions scold us for wasting time in the white snowy forest, and in the early morning of the 16th, the army of Brittany He was stripping naked and dancing in front of the bonfire with a few Slaanesh warriors when Callard and Boderick had completely overwhelmed his outer army.

"I can get used to you or I can change you." Styka was only wearing a pair of shorts to show off his skin like suet and jade. He stood in front of the campfire and began to twist his body, pointing to the people present. Everyone showed their wonderful dance, and at the same time, everyone sang.

I have to say that although Styka's dance looks weird, it has a very silky feeling. The twisting of the body is very symmetrical and harmonious, and it is very magical.

"I'll swing with you~ Swing to the sky~"

"Watching Khorne Kane meet by the river of blood~"

"I am connected to your heart, fantasizing on the Claw Coast."

"Swim, swim, swim to the other side of love in that boat~"

"I'll hold hands with you and come to the fortress."

"Hold the skull in your hand as a flower and put it on your head~"

"I'll fly with you~ fly over that chaotic wasteland."

The followers of Slaanesh are still having a bonfire meeting, but they don't know what they are about to usher in.

Just when everyone relaxed their vigilance, an astonishing number of whole rockets flew from the sky. A large part of these rockets were blocked by the woods, but a considerable number still fell into the camp. There were bursts of explosions, the Slaanesh mark was blown to pieces, and the Norscans were smashed to pieces in the firelight and shock waves.

The Norsca were confused for a while, and no one knew what was going on, but the Bretons clearly didn't want to give them any more chances, just inside the freezing cedar forest, Breton The army appeared and began to attack the Norsca.

The elite infantry regiments from Brittany lined up to advance. The winter was too cold, which caused their physical strength to be exhausted quickly, but the Norsca were slaughtered in pieces like reaping wheat by surprise. The shouts and roars of the Norsca chiefs sounded a little late. His tribesmen were dismembered by sharp knives, muskets and crossbows were shot in pieces, and those hit by arrows fell to the ground.

Some Yankees tried to summon the courage, armed with axes and flails, to organize a defense, calling on the crowd to use curses and anger against the surprise attack of the Bretons.

The knights did not give them any chance. The Duke of Bodric, Marquis of Turas, and Karad personally led the knights to charge in the ice and snow. The power from the lake **** radiated light around Karad, the barbarians. The blessing of chaos on the body has been weakened, and the knights have passed through the chaotic Norsca camp like a goddess. end.

After a charge, in order to save horsepower, Callard immediately ordered all the knights to dismount to fight, and the loud horns resounded in the woods, bringing in other raiding troops, and the Norscans were almost unable to resist in the chaos.

Especially Karad, he deliberately made his burqa and armor extremely gorgeous, and also smeared the reflective bear **** oil from the Ersun Church on the surface of the armor, making him very conspicuous in the forest, all Norsca. People were attracted by Callard's figure and chased him, and Callard returned with rampage and slaughter.

Therefore, when more Bretanian troops from a distance and the Ugol army led by Beria and Meretskov joined the battlefield, the defeat of the Norsca was already doomed, and a small number of Norsca The chief tried to form a thin line to prevent the knights from charging, but the knights had already dismounted, and the overwhelmed infantry used muskets and crossbows to defeat the last resistance of the Norsca.

"Where are my pants?" And in the chaos, Slaanesh champion Styka, who was still twisting his body just now, screamed: "Who saw my pants? Where did I put them just now? ?"

There were shouts of killing everywhere, and Styka was wearing only a pair of shorts. He was looking for his weapons and equipment, and where did his pants go.

It was too late, the Ugore cavalry led by Beria had already rushed over. These Ugore people were very adapted to fighting in the cold weather. They were particularly jealous when they saw these deadly enemies. They did not have any mercy. The Norsca, who had just eaten breakfast and were full of soup, were washed down, and the machete was chopped back and forth. Every knife could make the Ugor people smile with satisfaction and grimness. This was the revenge from the Ugor people.

In the chaos of the army, Beria found a naked man who was almost naked, wearing only a pair of trousers and a braid standing up to the sky. The commander of the Ugor army raised his hand and shot without hesitation.

"Ahhhh! I'm shot, I'm shot! It's so cool!" The Slaanesh champion screamed, clutching the blood spurting wound on his stomach, "Ah, so much blood, so exciting!"

"What about this group of explosions? Where's your weapon?" Styka's valet, a high-ranking Slaanesh warrior, hurriedly shouted.

"I'm not there!" Stiga shook his head desperately, and he was finally injured by his own personal guards forcibly dragged out of the battlefield and fled north.

Since then, the Norsca left-wing army of about 10,000 people has completely collapsed, and the Norsca people have left more than 6,000 corpses and fled for their lives.

Callard did not order to pursue, but immediately ordered the army to spend a few minutes to adjust the situation in place, and immediately turned to the east.

There, the dwarves should have engaged with the middle army of Norsca High King Aisling.

Callard's estimate was correct. When the Brittanian army was rushing towards the middle of the Groward Forest, the Norsca dwarves and the Eight Peaks Mountain dwarf "Mustache Revenge" had already made contact with the front of Aisling's central army. On fire.

The surprise attack of the dwarves was a huge success at the beginning. Aisling's central army did not take any precautions at all, and they defeated several Norsca camps almost instantly. When the dwarves appeared to take the initiative to attack, they were shocked.

"Nan Lao actually took the initiative to come out of the city to attack us? Fight with us? In my life, I can actually see the shorty one day take the initiative to give up the fort and attack me???" Tired from a hangover, his Guards were even helping him put on his armor. The High King Norsca had a disobedient expression on his face. He was as uncomfortable as eating Nurgle's secret hamburger, Aisling thought to himself. Can these more than 1,000 dwarves kill themselves?

Where did their confidence come from?

Norsca's last dwarf army, Silverbeard, died of serious injuries after a duel with him. Of course, Aislin himself went back to raise his wounds for decades. Now these little dwarfs want to rely on these thousands of people to kill them. In front of him, he is simply delusional!

The High King simply ordered that a simple high platform be erected in the camp, and a brazier was lit. He would enjoy breakfast while watching how the group of dwarves collapsed and slaughtered under the attack of his army.

But looking at it, Aisling felt something was wrong.

The dwarves didn't look like they were going to attack; instead, they were content to hold their ground and use long-range weapons, such as mortars and cannons from Erlengrad.

Damn it! They had no intention of killing me at all! The High King Norsca finally realized the other party's plan. Aisling stood up suddenly. He had just loudly ordered the greedy army, all the troops who were fighting for the head of the dwarves to retreat. From his right hand, came the sound of Heavy horn sound: "duo~duo~duo~"

"For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

"Ma'am give us victory!"

The army of the Bretons appeared in the west, on the right side of Aisling, and now in the cold taiga and white snow, the knights of Breton and the elite of the kingdom of knights stepped forward. The regiment appeared.

The knights did not show any mercy to the enemy. Following Callard's order, the Breton knights rushed to the enemy line under the cover of the Ugol cavalry archers and charged towards the flanks of the Norsca.

The Norsca turned pale in shock. The Yankees now realized they were facing a whole new threat. A small number of Norsca, under the command of the chief and the barbarian champion, hurriedly formed a thin line of defense on the flanks. In a hurry, they had just Aiming the point of the spear at the enemy, the shock of the knights followed.

There was no use for fart. Karad, who was at the front, personally led the Seagod Knights and a large number of Ranger Knights as arrows, forcibly broke through the fragile spear formation of the Norsca, the lance was flat, the sword was raised, hundreds of The Norsca were killed on the spot or knocked into the air.

The Norsca's front army collapsed, and then the infantry regiments followed closely. They waved their weapons and marched in a neat queue, shouting the name of the fairy in the lake. These have participated in the Eight Peaks Mountain. The soldiers of the Great Crusade were brave and fearless today, because they knew that time was very tight. If they could not completely defeat the barbarians by surprise, then this operation was doomed to fail, and for them, it was doomed.

In such a predicament, the Bretons broke out a huge fighting force, and they beat the Norsca back step by step, unable to match.

"For Madam! For Granny! For Grimnir!" The roar resounded through the sky, shaking off the snow from the trees, and resounding throughout the battlefield.

The High King of Norsca, Aisling, urgently ordered the army to retreat, but the front of Norsca was doomed to fail under the attack of the dwarves and the Bretons, and the barbarian champion was naturally not the opponent of Karad and others. , rumbling horseshoes, steel impact, and pieces of Norsca people fell on the snow in the forest.

After Aisling paid a huge price to reorganize his army, the battle outside the camp has come to an end, and the whole land has been covered by corpses. Most of them belong to the Norsca. With the victory of the first stage, The Bretons and the dwarves could breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the barbarian counterattack.

Obviously, it is one thing to defeat the unprepared Norscans by charging from the side, but it is another thing to defeat the Chaos warriors in full-body Chaos plate armor by fighting head-on. The battalion opened again, and several black torrents followed the beat of drums and diatribes, and chants of the Chaos Gods, while attacking the armies of dwarves and Bretons from both directions

Aisling commanded properly. Even if he was attacked from both sides, he and his army still maintained a numerical superiority. But Aisling still had the chance to win, at least that was how the High King Norsca felt.

The two sides fought fiercely for about 40 minutes. Sure enough, as Aisling expected, although the Bretons were brave and tenacious, they had already begun to feel tired. The Nia army is showing its decline in the severe cold and unacceptable conditions. Even though Karad and the others fought bravely, the movements of the soldiers and knights have gradually slowed down. The double attack is a huge advantage, but now this advantage is slowly being lost.

Karad was bathed in the light of the goddess, and the power from the heaven was clearly emerging from his body. The Holy Grail of the Sanctuary was personally fighting on the front line. He had already ordered the knights to dismount and fight after the two charges. The flag fluttered in the air, the Brittanians were in high spirits, and the dwarves were even more brave.

But this could not stop the situation from deteriorating. Aislin, the Supreme King of Norsca, couldn't help showing a happy expression and a gesture of approval. He ordered his own guards, the eight-pointed star Chaos champion warriors, to attack, ready to give this battle a chance. end.

However, just when Aisling put his own bodyguards into the battlefield, on his left, east of the camp, there was an earth-shattering battle cry from the quiet forest: "Ulla~Ulla~Ullara Lala!!!"

It was the Kislov army led by Rokossovsky and Kuznetsov! It took them more time than expected, but in the end they managed to defeat Khorne's Chosen Skal - Bloodrage's army arrived here!

"The plan was successful! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Mrs. Keesler made it!"

"Long live the lady! Long live Brittany!"

"Good job! They have completed the task, this must be the blessing of Valaya!"

Raging shouts and cheers rang out over the battlefield, and the inspiring sight made the exhausted Bretons burst into the last strength, and the Norsca were panicked by this scene, they saw With the bear cavalry, winged cavalry and red navy joining the battlefield, where are the Styka and Skar forces that should support and cover their own flanks?

"Where have Styka and Skarr gone? Why are we fighting alone now?" Aisling, the supreme king of Norsca, waved his Chaos Rune Demon Sword and Blood Axe angrily: "Traitor~www.wuxiaspot. com~ Incompetent! Trash!"

At this time, even the Norsca could not stand the enemy on three sides. They were defeated at a very fast speed. While praying for God's favor and forgiveness, they tried to withdraw into the camp. Only a few barbarians succeeded. More than a thousand barbarians fell outside the camp.

Rokossovsky charged forward, and the giant bear he sat down released an incomparably violent roar and stretched out his arms. The bear claws grabbed the door and smashed the door's latch. The simple door could no longer be closed. , the camp was lost, and the Norsca were on the verge of collapse under the attack of three sides.

Aisling, the Supreme King of Norsca, was forced to attack himself. He rode a steel bull and overcame the enemy who tried to rush in. Although the results were minimal, the enemy rushed in like a tsunami. A giant bear slammed into Aisling, and the four gods of chaos Shen Xuan easily swung the magic sword in his hand and chopped the giant bear into two pieces. The bear cavalry fell off the bear and rolled in the snow for a few times. He just stood up and tried to challenge. The **** battle The axe landed on his forehead, and the blood spurted out more than a meter.

In the chaos of the army, before Aislin laughed mockingly, a two-handed knight's sword burning with golden flames slashed across his face, incising a wound on the waist of Aislin who couldn't dodge.

"You are very powerful." Aisling retreated in pain, and the High King Norsca took a closer look, and the blood of the battle immediately covered Aislin's brain: "You have found the right person, Holy Grail Knight, I know what you want to do. "

"Yes, your opponent is me, the Supreme King of Norsca." Karad appeared in front of Aislin, and the face of the Holy Grail was only indifferent and firm: "Come on."

In the midst of the chaos, Callard and Aisling stood in the middle of the camp, ready to start the championship match.

They only have opponents in their eyes.

that is it.