Proof of the Sun King

As the Cardinal of the Righteous Church after the Archbishop and the Great Chanter, Alfred only brought more than 100 people to participate in the Sylvania Holy War this time, the loss in the last battle of Taal Fjord He has not recovered yet, and Afu knows that it is not very good to dispatch the whole army again. After all, he is the Patriarch of the Diocese of West Britannia.

Going down the Ivey, as we approached Sylvania, the number of civilians became smaller and the number of troops increased, and the Elector Marius, although a lunatic, had both military and internal capabilities. not bad.

However, Marius, like all nobles, is only responsible for managing and protecting the people of his own fiefs, others? I'm sorry, I can't take care of that much, please do it yourself.

In the border area of ​​Stilland, Iverland and Sylvania, there is a no-holds-barred zone. This is the Dark Valley, also known as the Night City by many people. This ghost place is now crowded with refugees and adventurers. Most of the people who came to try their luck were outlaws, and the law and order was very poor, but people still flocked here.

The reason is very simple. Vampires secretly control Night City, where any human can sell their blood to vampires in exchange for money or food. The generosity of the von Carstein family makes the refugees feel the warmth that has been missing for a long time. , this warmth is warmer than the rations (porridge) that Karl Franz sent out with layers of deductions, or a few copper plates and a loaf or two of brown bread for the nobles to work hard all day.

Selling blood is only a few silver coins, and money should not come too easily.

What, don't want to sell blood or have no blood to sell? It's alright, people can also contribute to the cause of von Carstein by digging and collecting all kinds of dead bones, I Manfred von Carstein is a great man, the last vampire count encouraged these struggling on the line of starvation The human beings, go to rob tombs to dig graves, steal bones and corpses, these things can make the undead quickly form an army.

However, within a year or two, the scattered graves and mass graves within two or three hundred kilometers of the surrounding area were almost hollowed out.

After the Crusaders arrived at Tempelhof Castle, Alfred wanted to know the situation. He brought an entourage and privately came to Night City in the Dark Valley to see the situation.

The approach of the jihadist army did not end the fiery night city at all. On the contrary, when Alfred stepped into this place, which was shrouded in darkness and could hardly see sunlight all year round, an instinctive discomfort quickly attacked. The ardent cardinal.

Dark skies, dark cities, dark streets, dark people, only the green evil moon glowing eerily green in the sky, Moth Rib has never been brighter.

"Hey! Welcome to Night City, I'm Jet!" Immediately, someone came up. He looked haggard, his eyes were sunken, his skin was pale, and he saw Alfred in a black robe appear. , the human was very excited: "Hey bro, maybe you need a guide? No one loves this city more than I do in Night City, I love this city as much as I love your mother! I'm so sorry for what I did Didn't shoot your **** on the wall? Made me begging for food at the door now? Brother, do you have any wine? Have a sip?"

"I'm new here, I don't know how to play." Alfred skillfully took out a bottle of inferior barley wine from his bag, which tasted more like horse urine than ale, but this guy obviously couldn't control it So much, he gulps down: "Hiccup, this is delicious, you are my brother from today, new here."

"Am I not your father?" Ah Fu sneered.

"Oh! Daddy!" Jett's shameless look made Alfred sick, and he noticed the guy's arms and arms had a lot of needles.

"Okay, lead the way, where can I have fun?" Alfred's skillful look just doesn't match the word cardinal.

"Anywhere, Dad!" Jeter laughed wildly. "Every day, there are many new arrivals like you, but in three months, half of them will become mummy, delicious, delicious, And the beautiful Kislev with a big **** and a big bob! It's just the price is not ordinary."

"Price?" Alfred looked at everything carefully.

"It's usually enough to sell blood twice." Jeter happily turned around: "But be careful, generally no one can save the money to sell blood twice, and even if there is, you must always be careful not to let anyone take it away. Everything about you, or a hammer blowing your head away, in this place, there are no laws, only the size of a fist, do you know where the greatest and most legendary names of Sylvania are?"

"In the cemetery~"

With a pun, Alfred was amused: "That's how your vampire master educated you?"

"Hey, brother, I can tell you, in Sylvania, we don't eat empires, here, no matter where the hero comes from, anyone has the opportunity to become a true noble. The main thing is that you can get those midnight Aristocrats like it."

"Don't call me daddy?"

"It's overdue, brother, unless you're willing to buy me another drink."

In the dim lights, the narrow streets, the noisy alleys and the chaotic market, Alfred wandered around a few times. The Cardinal thought he would encounter countless sins and distortions, but in fact he saw, It was indeed a crowd of refugees who huddled together, kept each other warm, and lived by selling blood to vampires and collecting dead bones.

Most of their faces are pale from excessive blood loss and weak from excessive indulgence. After selling blood, they spend frantically, enjoy it, and then squander the money before selling blood. In this cycle, these people have become as vampires wished. Become a "blood slave" and willingly become the blood source of vampires.

Unlike Vlad von Carstein, who paid great attention to the number of living people in the territory to provide sufficient blood, Manfred has already made Sylvania so that there are no living people, which has been said before , and will not be repeated here.

After turning around in Night City, Alfred saw with his own eyes how the undead collected the "Blood Tax" and "Bone Tax". What saddened Alfred the most was that the refugees were satisfied with this. , Vampires are gentler than noble lords and bureaucratic tax collectors. To these midnight nobles, money and food are nothing but things. Alfred has to be extremely entangled to see that the Church of Justice is more than a Even these midnight nobles are fierce!

What's more dark and humorous is that there are all kinds of propaganda at the blood sale scene.

"The days of a family of three,

Be more careful,

daughter's birthday,

Have a good time too!

Mr Thomas of Ostermark, who sells blood for his daughter's birthday. "

Alfred had a thousand words stuck in his chest, the cardinal sighed, and strode away under Jeter's retention.

Sylvania is no longer alive, these words echoed back and forth in Alfred's heart, and the cardinal couldn't help but pray again: "My lord, they are all your people, please don't give up them."

Walking along the filthy and chaotic riverside of the Evil Sig, Alfred was once again suspicious of the holy war.

He did not doubt the need to eliminate vampires, nor the need to purify Sylvania.

Alfred is wondering, even if we eliminate the undead and solve the problem of Sylvania, can we save and improve the livelihood of the people here?

After the church set fire to everything, nailed the vampires to the stakes and killed Manfred and his Castine blood, can Sylvania really be saved? ?

The follow-up must keep up, but neither the church nor the imperial court can do anything about it.

Before the cardinal left, there was some movement on the banks of the stinking and corpse-riddled River of Evil Sig.

It's not about corpses, there are corpses everywhere, refugees fleeing from the north, objects abandoned by Night City, blood sold to delirious waste, and civilians killed in fights.

Some scavengers were eating, and Alfred didn't bother to pay attention to them. He was just about to hurry back to Tempelhof to join the jihadist army, when the withered long grass in front of him heard a crackling sound. sound.

Alfred clenched his warhammer subconsciously and approached cautiously, but when he saw the scene in front of him, the cardinal's hair stood on end, his whole body froze, and a deep sense of cold poured down from the heavenly cover to the soles of his feet.

A little brown-haired girl was eating the corpse. She looked only two or three years old, with a pair of very pure big eyes, blinking and blinking.

But under the big eyes, there was a mouth full of blood, and the single dress that wrapped her was tattered, showing an extremely filthy dark green. The little girl screamed, but she took out the rotting internal organs from the corpse. She swallowed it in a big mouth, she didn't even understand anything, and when she saw Alfred looking at her, she also showed a big smile, and then took out a piece of internal organs, as if she was inviting Alfred to share it.

Can we really save Sylvania? With tears in Alfred's eyes, the cardinal tried to get closer. When the little girl saw someone willing to pay attention to her, she smiled happily, clapped her hands vigorously, and handed a handful of **** internal organs to the cardinal.

Alfred quickly reached out and pushed away.

What's wrong? Why don't you want to eat? don't you eat? The little girl blinked in confusion and tilted her head to express her doubts.

The cardinal trembled, Alfred's hands trembled, he gritted his teeth, and the ardent bishop let his tears fall.

Why did it become like this?

Humans, Chaos, Undead, whose responsibility is it? !

Anyway, Manfred! I'm going to kill you!

"Come, come with me." Alfred gritted his teeth, picked up the little girl, and checked her body to make sure she was safe. He wrapped his black robe and was soon stained with blood. The cardinal was confused. The puzzled little girl left and returned to the jihadist camp.

A few hours later, Alfred arrived at Tempelhof.

The jihadist camp was a little chaotic. After all, this was a religious army, a secular army, mercenaries, and wizards put together. Alfred hurriedly handed the little girl over to a battle priest and asked his subordinates to get her something to eat. to clean up, and then rush to the camp.

The Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Vikma-Fortitude, is arranging a marching mission. The reinforcements from Ivy and Sol are still on the way. Now only about 12,000 people have arrived at Tempelhof. There is a lot of controversy among the coaches about whether to march immediately. , the archbishop and the legendary witcher Von Corden advocated an immediate march, and the undead were caught by surprise, while the scorching sun knight mentor Lupio-flame and the light mage Jovi the sunbender believed that they should wait for the army to converge.

Alfred also believed that he should wait for the army to converge, but he had to admit that Vicmar and von Corden were justified in their rush to march. More than 10,000 people spent a lot of money on food, drink and Lhasa every day. There were hardly any supplies nearby, and they were poor. It is impossible to provide logistics in the Styr Territory. What they can rely on is the food aid from Aiwei Territory or even the supplies directly shipped from Rick Territory. The logistics line is very long. The jihadist army only needs to delay for a day, and the logistics will be tense. one day.

At the same time, according to the scouts, the undead army is still slowly gathering. If they march at this time, they might be able to catch Manfred by surprise and take Duncanhof Castle directly.

After discussing for three hours, there was no result. Vekma signaled to take a break for the day, and then call in a group of crazy vampire hunters. These vampire hunters are not official witchers, and many of them are already dreaming. Suffering from Nagash's whispers, he is close to madness, but it also reveals a deadly news - the undead are planning to resurrect Nagash!

When Alfred came out of the tent, he saw a distant fire and a huge plume of smoke.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the Dark Valley, my excellency cardinal, our vanguard has reached Night City and burned it to ashes. That kind of filthy place should never exist." A cardinal said casually. said.

"However, many people there are innocent civilians!" Alfred was surprised.

"When they become dogs of the dead, they are no longer civilians, but enemies." As soon as the cardinal finished speaking, what was Alfred to say, he suddenly found that the little girl he brought back was being killed by several ascetic monks. Press on a tree stump.

"No! What are you doing?!" Alfred shoved the cardinal away and roared.

It was too late, the flail fell, the little girl's head exploded, and blood and white liquid sprayed everywhere.

Before she died, she looked at Alfred with incomprehensible eyes, as if she didn't understand, why did these people treat her like this?

"No!" Alfred picked up his weapon and rushed towards the group of ascetic monks, killing the ascetic monk with one hammer: "She's just a child, she doesn't understand anything! She doesn't understand anything!"

A **** conflict broke out within the camp until Archbishop Vikma arrived.

"Any filth must be purified immediately! Alfred." After Vicma understood the cause and effect of the matter, the archbishop came up with a veiled criticism in Alfred's hopeful eyes: "Do you know what you are in the end? What are you doing? Alfred, you idiot, are you trying to cover up vampires?!"

"She's not a vampire, she's just an ordinary human child!" Alfred roared when everyone stopped him.

"Ordinary human children will have their mouths full of blood, and human internal organs hidden in their clothes?" Have you forgotten the teaching of our Lord? Have you forgotten our dogma? The filth must be purified, for King Ryan's sake, don't let me remind you a second time!"

After the archbishop scolded Alfred in front of everyone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the farce ended in a hurry, and Alfred sat on the ground slumped.

Is there something wrong?

We're here to save Sylvania, but why... instead we bring slaughter and destruction to our fellow citizens?

Is it... what's wrong?

…………I am the dividing line of Manfred biss…………

"The Mujahideen has reached Tempelhof."

Duncanhof Castle, Manfred von Carstein is discussing the next steps with the Lich King Arkhan.

"If the Mujahideen assembles, it will be a big threat to us." Arkhan said calmly: "We should attack first."

"No." Manfred smiled grimly. "Guess who would be happiest if we attacked Sylvania first?"

"The Mujahideen?" Arkhan mused.

"Yes, they want us to rush out, they want us to leave Sylvania and fight them in the sun." Manfred nodded: "In this way, we can neither take advantage of our strength nor complete the trapping of the archbishop. s plan."

"Then next..."

"Fortunately, we have an excellent servant who can complete this task." Manfred clapped his hands, and a necromancer walked out of the darkness.

"Hermann-Goster, the youngest of the five Templehoff brothers."

"He understands the terrain of Tempelhof and can complete the task of enticing the enemy. All it takes is a decent defeat, and Vekma must personally lead the jihadist army into Sylvania and follow."

"you sure?"

"I am absolutely sure, because I know our archbishop very well, he will definitely decide so, for sure."