Proof of the Sun King

Miragliano, the capital of art, the fashion and art center of the old world, a famous historical and cultural city, and the four major economic and trade centers of the old world (Marimburg, Magritte, Haimenguan and Poldero), has its own most A proud symbol of historical culture and civilization.

As we all know, the settlements of most people in the old world were actually built on the ruins of elves, and Tyrell is no exception. After the destruction of Titus (now Skaven Demon), it moved eastward and established a settlement in Miragliano.

In all fairness, Miragliano is not a very safe place. In the north, the city often faces the territorial claims of the greedy Brittanian knights. Due to some historical reasons that have not been verified. , the Empire and Brittany often have nobles who declare themselves to be the legitimate heirs of Miragliano and initiate wars of claims.

In addition to threats to the north, the blighted swamps in the west are often infested with rats two-thirds the size of a human, although Tyrell scholars have repeatedly suggested that there may be a creature called a "Skaven" Existed, but these scholars were either prone to accidental death or the literature was particularly prone to loss, so the study of the Skaven was finally interrupted after a major plague in 1812 of the imperial calendar. Even so, Miragliano's The "Rat Squad", also known as the "Pro Rat Team", was called up to deal with these "giant rats".

In the early spring season, Miragliano, which is farther south, has woken up from winter. The whole city is as prosperous and full of vitality as ever. Travelers, adventurers, mercenaries, and merchants from all directions gather in Mirag. Lian Nuo, started a new day of activities.

It is true that all kinds of information are coming from all directions to Tyrell. For example, the Chaos army in the north has entered Kislev, for example, the elector of Sylvania, Manfred, announced that from The independence of the empire, and the fact that the Bretons seem to have recently won a war with the Pointy-Ears, as the economic and trade center of the Old World, these things are naturally known to the Tyrells.

But knowing this is one thing, whether you really care, it's another, it turns out that the Tyrells really don't care. A severe catastrophe was an inexplicable large-scale plague that took two-thirds of the population, and the city was never seriously threatened or fallen.

Especially after the famous engineering master Leonardo Miragliano became famous in the year 2000 of the imperial calendar, Miragliano's defenses became stronger and stronger, the city's trenches were wide and deep, and the city walls were also destroyed. Specially designed for maximum defense of the shelling positions, these works were also designed by the genius Leonardo, and this was his last masterpiece before meeting the emperor to serve the Empire.

After that, the successive Princes of Miragliano continued to reinforce the city's defenses, making everyone have absolute confidence in the city.

The Yankees' problem, the Empire and Mrs. Keisler and the Bretons will solve it.

It's none of our business?

keep playing, keep dancing

Inside the "Red Devil" bar in Miragliano, a group of people are singing loudly. They are nobles from the Empire, led by the Duke of the Empire, Leopold von Strochem, who has been in his thirties this year. Years old, is a duke of the Wesson Land. Due to dissatisfaction with the military control of the Imperial Countess Emmanuel and the house raiding of Baron Frederick, Duke Leopold chose to live in Tyrell. freedom of.

Mixed with Duke Leopold were a group of children of military aristocrats of the empire. As children of military aristocrats, they were in such a dark environment and surrounded by enemies on all sides. Naturally, they were not trash who had never been on the battlefield. They were just here. Hedonic, they hated Noor's curfew and sergeant control, and hated the restrictions on the distribution of alcohol and entertainment of all kinds.

"Forthefreedom!" Duke Leopold raised his glass, and he laughed: "Gentlemen! For freedom!"

"Cheers for freedom!" The children of military nobles and Tyrell's mercenary chiefs raised their glasses together. The scene was very lively. People were eating steak and drinking wine together, and there was even a servant from Araby. The captain of the army, Kusai-Mustafa, a Pasha of Araby, the leader of the Sipahi Heavy Cavalry Regiment of the legendary Araby mercenary group, Mustafa accepted the employment of Duke Leopold this time, Responsible for protecting the safety of this group of people, upon hearing Duke Leopold's words, Mustapha, wrapped in a white kerchief and hung a machete at his waist, spread his hands elegantly: "?erefe!"

"?erefe!" The heavy cavalry of the Arabian Sipahi raised their glasses one after another.

On the stage of the bar, a famous singer is singing a popular song "The Wind Rises".

"I was once unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I also wanted to complete this story~"

"No real or fake left~ No struggle~ I love him deeply~"

"You have entrusted half your life to her and gave her a country~"

"Wherever your heart moves, let's go with the wind~"

"Good! Good!" This group of people applauded wildly, drunk and unhappy.

"Fuck, TMD, **** Ryan, not only slept with our Countess, but also didn't want to marry her! The Countess even foolishly agreed, why can't I encounter such a good thing?" Duke Leopold Already a little dizzy, it shook its head: "Chapuk? Why is it so noisy outside?"

"My lord, mainly, a group of Amazon women came outside and were arguing with the guards. They seemed to be anxious to say something, but without an interpreter, who could understand what these savages in the rainforest were saying? "His bodyguard came in from outside and said helplessly, "It's late at night, where can I find an interpreter?"

"Noisy! Take these pieces of meat and bones and tell them to get out!" the Duke shouted.

"Yes!"

After a while, the group of Amazon women really left angrily, and everyone did not continue to care, but continued to enjoy the happy moment.

A few hours later, it was midnight, and the evil moon Moth Rib had never been so bright, so dazzling, that it shrouded Miragliano in the moonlight.

In the dark slums, the dirty sewers, the branches of the river, and those hidden corners of the city, something seems to be moving.

Damn rat! The rat extermination team in Miraglino City was dispatched under the complaints of the citizens and the mercenary chiefs, and several teams left after complaining about overtime and bargaining over salary.

Then no one saw them again, and the commotion in the dark continued.

As Duke Leopold was about to drink Darden with his friends, a strange bell was ringing.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

The bells disrupted the rhythm of the band and the singer, and the beautiful music became harsh. Duke Leopold threw the silver cutlery on the table to the ground, got up and kicked the door of the tavern, yelling: "Charlemagne My **** is on, are these Nanks sick? It's midnight, I'm ringing your mother's bell?!"

"yesyes~"

"yesyesyesyesyes"

"yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes~"

"dododododododo~"

“diediediediediediedie~”

The Duke had to say more, when a mouse bigger than a bowl passed in front of him, the exasperated Duke raised his foot and smashed the mouse directly. The blood and visceral juice made his pants and boots everywhere. Both: "damnit!"

"Okay!" The disciples of the military aristocrats who were watching the Duke's performance clapped and applauded.

However, the next scene made everyone's applause disappear instantly.

From sewers, from within rivers, from various underpasses, from the dark corners of slums to burrows and cracks in walls.

Countless swarms of rats came out of their nests, forming a torrent of gray, brown, and black. At first there were only three or five, then a dozen, and then hundreds. Finally, the rats gathered and Streets and buildings flooded.

Duke Leopold shuddered suddenly, his drink sobered up, and although he was a hedonist, the muscle memory of his service in the Wessenland and Nuer army was still there, and the Duke ran into the bar reflexively. Kicked the door and immediately blocked the door with a table: "Brothers! The situation is not good, copy guy! Prepare to fight!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Who among the large group of military nobles' disciples in the house has never been on the battlefield? One by one, they screamed in fear and excitement, and immediately began to put on their equipment and prepare for battle. The Sipahi heavy cavalry from Araby also immediately realized that the situation was not good. The muskets were loaded, the armor was prepared, and the scimitars were unsheathed.

Inside the house, the shopkeepers, waiters and bands and singers screamed and tried to escape, but soon they found a rat wave everywhere.

Miragliano woke up, people ran for their lives in panic and screams, and at first there were attempts to deal with the rats, using sticks, shovels, pitchforks and spears, even stepping on them and hitting them with their fists.

Maybe this can kill one or two mice, but more mice will rush to people along the trousers and sticks, bite down the sharp front teeth, pierce the skin, and taste the flesh and blood.

The rats bit off their fingers, bit off their eyes, and ate their ears, and then these people drowned in the rat tide, and within two minutes, only a white bone was left.

Where have southerners seen such a scene? The Tyrells who have been living in peace for a long time have been trembling with fright, and they are at a loss. They scrambled to close the door, close the window, hide under the cabinet or table, trembling, and turned towards the goddess of war they believed in Mirmedi. Asia, the goddess of justice, Valena, or the local **** of Tyrell.

"Dong dong dong~" The door was shaking vigorously. Duke Leopold and others finally finished dressing. When Mustafa tried to open the door, as the door bounced, hundreds of squirrels rushed in. !

"Let it go!" The Duke immediately ordered, and the disciples of the military nobles held incendiary bottles made of alcohol and rags on the spot, and smashed them out of the door. In an instant, hundreds of mice were swallowed by the flames! Burn to ashes in the purification of flames!

"For Charlemagne, for the empire!" The duke was wearing the newly made full-body plate armor of Miragliano, holding the steel long sword in his hand, and he was the first to rush out of the bar door. A dozen mice were chopped into two pieces.

"Kill! Kill the mice!" The children of the military nobles and Arabi's mercenaries were all professional military trainers. They rushed out of the bar and slaughtered at the tide of mice. These mice bullied them. Bullying the civilians is okay, naturally there is no chance to deal with these professional soldiers. In less than ten minutes, the nearby rat swarms are almost cleaned up, and the remaining rats do not dare to approach.

"Damn! Damn! What the **** is going on here? Where did so many mice come from?" Duke Leopold pierced a mouse with a sword, looked up, and was stunned.

The whole city was burning, and more Ratman armies appeared.

The first thing that appeared were swarms of slave rats. These madly hungry lowest-level rat people often only had a spear or a knife in their hands, but they were the craziest and most hungry ones. Hundreds of slave rats drowned in half in an instant. In the city of Miragliano, as long as they see anything they can eat, they will rush to it, food, livestock, humans and even leather products and straw, the strong hunger is the only factor that drives them to act, Wherever he passed, there were only bones and voids.

Of course, the rabble is the rabble, and their ferocity and cruelty will collapse and flee for their lives if they meet the slightest resistance.

Miraglio promised that for a long time, the city guards were still preparing for battle in the city walls and barracks. Some of the guards had already reacted, but they were still far from saving the city~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, there were some in the city. The prestigious mercenary group, these mercenary groups responded even faster than the defenders in the city. They used buildings, manors, and temples as their defense systems and began to resist.

All this was not at all expected by Pascriet, the Skaven Rat Commander-in-Chief who was in charge of Tyrell's attack.

"Yes~Yes, human, human stuff, delicious, delicious~"

The battle flag was waved, and the new Skaven army was dispatched.

After hundreds of groups of slave rats, there are a huge number of clan rats. These rats have begun to have rune shields, decent weapons and simple armor. Under the orders of General Marshal Pascriet, they have begun to storm the city. Human armies in resistance.

"I'm going to light some fire~ Some more wind~"

Teams of Skaven Warpstone flamethrower groups appeared, and they began to set all buildings in the city on fire with Warpstone flames, then the Venomous Grenadiers, the Skaven rats with gas masks on their faces People smashed glass **** filled with the plague gas from the Pestillon clan into the buildings one by one. As long as the trapped people breathed these poisonous gases, red spots and festering appeared all over their bodies, and they soon lost their ability to fight and became The Rat Man's meal.

The gutter runners of the Eshin family moved quickly through the cracks of the building, looking for suitable targets.

Of course, the Mord family also has to contribute. As the ground exploded one after another, a rat troll jumped out of the hole and smashed the human soldiers into flesh with one punch.

"For the Council of Thirteen! For the Big Horned Rat!" Marshal Pascriet stretched out his arms, and the evil moon Mothribu shone brightly: "yes~yes! Let's burn this city to ashes. !"

"Human play, stuff! No, no hairy guy, all die, die!"