Proof of the Sun King

The Rick River was supposed to rush through the walls of Kronborg quickly, but now the Rick River is like the vomit of a drunkard after a hangover, churning with a crazy stench, yellow. Green silt clogged the river.

As an important fortress of the empire and a communication point between Marienburg, Middenheim and Brunswick, it was built for defense, with its towering outer walls standing proudly from the sheer cliffs of smooth rock, symbolizing Midden The white wolf flag of the collar swayed with the increasingly foul cold wind above the castle. This is the gateway to Brunswick and a necessary target for the epidemic army to march on.

The person in charge of guarding Kronborg is Field Marshal Blücher of Miden. He is also the Duke of Kronborg. This is a veteran in his seventies. He has been stuck at the peak of legend for more than 30 years. Shuai was considered by Boris Todbringer as "commanding heroes within 20,000 people, and more of them are idiots" and "too determined to be better at hitting walls than charging", so he was not reused in several major battles , the old coach is often unhappy, and he often fantasizes about various adventures, such as "I was pregnant with an elephant, it was done by a Brittanian", and he made a serious statement to the Brittany court. protest.

The knight queen Surya also replied solemnly: "Please give birth to the elephant, we will claim it and pay the alimony for it."

Kronborg used to have more than 10,000 garrisoned troops at its peak, and now there are less than 5,000 defenders left. Duke Blücher once received an order from the self-proclaimed imperial regent Marshal Heilberg, asking him to abandon the existing army and lead the army. Withdrew to Brunswick with the remnants of Kronborg's army.

The Duke of Blücher certainly disagreed. For this old coach, Heilberg's order was very inexplicable. You are a marshal, and I am also a marshal. army?

In the end, the Duke of Blücher only agreed to transfer the world-famous Kronborg Great Swordsmen. After all, the Greatswords were loyal to Emperor Karl Franz, and it was reasonable for them to be transferred.

Not long after the Kronborg Great Sword Regiment withdrew, the offensive of the Nurgle Plague Army arrived - the famous three brothers Grote came here, and the Duke of Blücher originally attacked the defenders and city of Kronborg. The strength is very confident. Although he only has 5,000 people, these 5,000 people have an elite field army, and some have participated in many times as a semi-professional army to clean up the wars of the Beastman tribe, the Goblin War Gang and the small Chaos cult group. He believed he could hold out until reinforcements arrived.

But in fact, just two hours after the war, Marshal Blücher discovered a terrifying fact.

The fortified city walls are cracking.

The old coach rushed to the city wall frantically. He saw that the solid granite city wall that was originally solid as iron, carefully dug out from the roof of the world, actually had cracks one after another, and then quickly expanded to the width of the blade.

"No, it's impossible. This is hard granite. We have personally inspected it during the inspection. It must not become like this." The old coach put his hand into the gap in the city wall, trying to see what he thought. What happened to the proud city wall.

Thick gloves pulled out a handful of rotten sand from the gap in the city wall. The surface of the sand was still foaming and giving off an unpleasant smell.

"Marshal, there is something wrong with the city wall!" The lieutenant ran over and cried, "The city wall is melting, and none of us know what happened."

"No matter what happens, the fire must be maintained." Marshal Blücher pushed the adjutant away: "Taal's teeth! No one is allowed to leave their position without permission! Otherwise, I will use Mauric's hammer. I will personally use it to smash his head!"

"Yes!"

The defenders continued to stubbornly resist, and Blücher was fortunate that the artillery was still useful to these enemies for the time being, but even the earth itself seemed to be awakened to deal with them, and the hooves and iron boots resounded in every direction of the vast forest. roar.

Acid rain fell from the sky, and these foul-smelling, corrosive liquid rainwater roared. At first, it was no different from ordinary rainstorms, but soon, the droplets fell from the sky and became heavier and heavier until it was The hailstones that turned into mud and congealed and joined the fray, each exposed to the ground made the ground slippery and unstable, and the cannon's axles rolled around making the gunner's movements slow and slippery.

Some of the artillery pieces produced in the small workshop in Middenheim have shown signs of cracking under the erosion of this acid rain. The rain hit the barrels, making a sizzling sound, as well as the breastplates of the soldiers. If rain seeped into the eyes, the brave Imperial soldiers would scream in distress, and Marshal Blücher had to keep running back and forth to boost morale, while ordering the soldiers to fire as much as possible.

Since the appearance of the enemy, the imperial defenders have been pouring firepower non-stop, and the bursting walls of fire have smashed the hordes of oncoming tribes.

"Tal's teeth, Uric will curse you!" The old coach watched the vanguard of the Norsca Marauders being wiped out, and he shouted proudly, motioning his subordinates to fire and fire again, he wanted to let The barbarian knows how powerful he is.

However, even though the firearms have already harvested the enemies, the countless enemies are still rushing towards them without fear. They frantically climb over the twitching corpses, sing happily and savagely, and the pouring rain washes away. Looking at the body of the barbarians, not only did they not slow down their actions, but they became stronger. Duke Blücher saw with his own eyes that some muskets penetrated the body of the barbarians, but they only penetrated, and some barbarians did not even have it. Bleeding, just spewing yellow-green pus, then soaking in the rain, the wound healed on the spot.

It can't go on like this!

The old coach was planning to reorganize the defenders and search for the location of the Chaos Lord. He quickly ran to the city wall.

The scene in front of him made the old man suffer a sudden cardiac arrest.

The walls of Kronborg are gone!

The entire city wall has been firmly wrapped by sky-high vines and creeping tentacles! To the praises of Nurgle, the poisonous vines wriggled and continued to climb up the wall, thousands of tentacles happily extending up the corroded surface of the wall, the once incomparably hard granite The walls of the city walls are as fragile as cheese on the surface of the tentacles that secrete cloudy mucus, and the small towers have shaken their foundations under the corrosion of the creep tentacles.

Duke Blücher watched helplessly as the remaining defenders fell into a frenzy of tumbling blasphemous flesh, torn apart and devoured by the torrents of green and brown.

This incomparably brave old man who had led the imperial pioneers and pistol cavalry to charge countless times reached out and covered his mouth. The fear from the depths of his soul had engulfed his will, and the giant minotaur did not let him be afraid of the old man. Handsome watched helplessly as the remaining defenders also fell into a frenzy of tumbling blasphemous flesh, torn apart and devoured by the torrents of green and brown.

There are no words to describe the army in Blücher's memory. The Plague Legion is made up of a large group of grotesque and anomalous things. Some can be seen as Yankees in plate armor and matted fur. Strange-shaped plague sufferers wielding hooks and flails,

Some were beyond mortal comprehension, loathsome swollen, purulent beasts of the forest coveting unnatural longings, all with vague outlines of demons shimmering on their bodies, roaring and screaming in the mighty downpour.

No one could stand against that number of foes, swarming like a swarm of rats, crawling on their hands and feet along the luxuriant thorns and thorny vines up the steep walls, crushed by their weight under the stones , but they still went one after the other, laughing and climbing on the corpses of their companions that rolled down.

"Retreat, retreat into the inner castle, retreat." Duke Blücher realized that it was impossible for them to fight against such an enemy. Since he joined the army at the age of 18, the old coach has never been so shaken, he cried and shouted. Said: "Retreat to the inner fort!"

Before he finished speaking, the slate ground under the old man's feet began to melt, and his hard military boots stepped on the muddy ground. The once rammed mud ground and the solid road paved with stone slabs now look like a large filthy swamp, and the stench of torrents accompanied him. The molten slate sputtered out and shot Marshal Blücher all over the face. The pungent smell made the old marshal scream and climb up to a relatively solid place.

It also made him sober. Marshal Blücher watched the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and he felt that his brain was emptied.

He recalled that when he was a child, in the Urick church, the future priest Urick foretold for him.

"Planning, fighting."

"There are defeats and there are victories."

"Awaken and become stronger."

"In this regard, go to glory."

Yes, nothing can resist such a terrible enemy, at least not Kronborg.

"Retreat! Retreat to Brunswick! Everyone, let me evacuate!" The old coach finally came to his senses. He cried and let everyone escape. The defenders of Kronborg could hardly believe that this was stubborn and only Everyone was stunned for a while at the command given by the old coach who knew how to charge, but Blücher kept giving orders, and the old coach continued to scream: "Withdraw! This is an order! I will kill you now if you don't obey. "

So the Imperial soldiers don't want to run away? Don't want to live?

Of course the answer was no. Before Nurgle's army had completed the encirclement, the Imperial soldiers fled in panic and fled towards the east. The gate of the castle, which had been collapsed and melted, opened, and about 2,000 Imperial soldiers escaped. encircled.

Marshal Blücher was soaked in blood, and the old marshal, as a legendary peak powerhouse, stopped before the gate of the inner castle alone. He personally killed more than 30 Chaos warriors, six Nurgle evil beasts and countless others. The Norsca raider bought time for his subordinates to escape. He was like a madman, only attacking and not defending, and the land at the gate of the inner castle of Kronborg was dyed red by his blood.

The old coach who has served in the Imperial Army for over 50 years showed his all on this day!

Under the brilliance of Urick, the old coach, as an imperial man, has reached the most glorious peak in his life at this moment, killing two Yankees from the entire war gang by himself.

"Hahaha~ Come on!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ~ North guys, Grandpa Brucer is here! I will send you to see your God now!"

Flesh and blood flew, musket shot.

Throwing away the long knife with the rolling blade, watching his personal guards and the last artillery team escape, he burst into laughter, and before he could laugh enough, the ground below him sank directly into it, and a huge claw pierced from it. The ground stretched out and overturned the collapsed inner fort of Kronborg like a building block, and roared in victory: "Me too!"

It is the third brother of one of the three brothers of Grote, Gurit!

"It's not over!" Marshal Blücher roared nervously: "It's not over yet, you Yankees wait, we will end you under the throne of Charlemagne, Boris and Karl-French. Lanz will avenge me, await the judgment of Gale Malaz, you fallen ones are doomed..."

"Pop~" Gurit's big foot fell, and he stepped on Blucher's entire body into the ground. The old coach's body shattered and sank deep into the ground.

"So this is the end of Kronborg?" Big Brother Otto announced another victory.

"Big brother, did you hear someone talking just now?" The second brother, Ezerac, shook his cane with a bell hanging on it. The white wolf banner at the highest point of Kronburg was instantly ignited by green flames and fell from a height.

"It seems there is, but I can't remember it," Otto muttered.

"Forget it, don't care." Second brother Ezerac agreed: "It's your turn to act, third brother!"

"Me too." Gurit roared enthusiastically, and it vented all its destructive desires. The originally strong Kronborg city walls and inner fort had been corroded and riddled with holes. The way he pushed the blocks knocked everything down, and then patted his stomach contentedly.

Around Kronborg, the symphony played by the Nurglings, blood and flesh, broken spines and rotting human bodies, everything swelled in the storm.

Kronborg has fallen.

…………I am the dividing line where Kronborg has fallen…………

At the same time, Archaon, the Chaos Eternal Chosen on the throne of the northern wasteland of the Chaos Wasteland, also heard the voice of Tyrion in the warp.

Why is this guy so stupid?

Archaen thought about it, Eternal Divine Chosen thought that the regent of Ulthuan and the incarnation of Kane might not be stunned, right?

Many people think that there are many similarities between Kane's teachings and Khorne's teachings. Shouldn't Kane be Khorne's trumpet?

In fact, it is not at all. Kane is an elf **** after all, and Khorne is an unquestionable **** of chaos no matter how "curved loyalty" is.

For Kane, slaughter is the means, and it is the goal of the last clan to build a society where everyone is virtuous and the survival of the fittest. Kane's assassins pursue extremely fancy killing moves all day long, and they pay special attention to one-hit kills. Ugly, the way is too low and too low, not only can't please Kane, but also easy to cause Kane's anger.

For Khorne, killing is the goal, everything else is the means. Khorne only wants the blood flowing, the falling head, the roar of the victor, and complete destruction. It doesn't matter how or who you kill. , Blood God never asks where the blood comes from, as long as he kills, he is a good believer of Khorne.

Eternal God's Choice first thought about the pros and cons of Tyrion's madness, and he found that he had absolutely no reason to prevent the repeat of the battle of Elf Heaven, because it was beneficial to Eternal God's Choice.

Before the start of ET, the combined army of high- and dark-elf alone was more than 300,000.

When Tyrion rallied all the armies of the high elves and finally drove out all the Chaos demons in Ulthuan after a **** battle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Malekith broke the Chaos frenzy repeatedly and finally decided to give up Nagaroth and go to Ulthuan to fight When he is on the throne, there are still 200,000 troops of high and dark elites.

When the elf civil war started and ended with the Battle of the Barren Islands, when Malekith ascended the throne of the Phoenix King, there were only about 100,000 troops left in the high and dark elves.

After the battle of Avalon where Tyrion forcibly robbed Ela Ruili ended, Orion, the king of the forest, and Kunos, the **** of hunters, fell together, and Vaal, the **** of forging, that is, the lord of the Starlight Furnace, also fell together, and both sides were killed and injured. After the tragedy, how many troops are left in the high and dark elites?

There are only about 60,000 to 70,000 troops left. The strength of the elves can not be described as a big loss, but can be described as a disaster.

When it comes to curve loyalty, I have to mention the Tai brothers. One brings wolves into the house and directly brings civil war, while the other kills his own people and continues to be loyal and clean. When I succeed in destroying the world, I will definitely hang the heads of these two brothers on me. on the Armor of Moka as a souvenir.

Archain thought so.

But now we need to consider how to assist the three brothers Grotte in the capture of Brunswick, proving that the empire was built on a lie?

Archaon took out the map, and he got the news that the Brittanian Crusaders had assembled in Montfort, ready to pass through the Axe Bite Pass and go to support the Empire.

Blocked the main arteries of the waterway in Marienburg, but failed to block the axe bite?

This doesn't work!

"Let Cha Zan'eke lead his Raven Guard to stop the Knights of the Road Crusaders from the Axe Bite Pass!"

"At the same time, order Lucius and the Legion of the Sons of Slaanesh and the Beastmen of the Dark Prophet Malago to attack Bogenhaven and Helmgart immediately, blocking the advance of Ryan Malcador."

"Yes!"