Proof of the Sun King

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In this world, people are very lack of entertainment activities, so various banquets emerge in an endless stream. Knights can gather together to eat and drink. For the knights, meat is a very important way of nutrient intake. Knights Eating meat is justified.

But for the witchers, they don't have so many opportunities to eat meat, especially the delicacies of the mountains and seas of Poldro. Abel followed the participants in a sincere prayer and used water under the guidance of the waiter. Wash your hands and start eating in chunks right away.

The witchers obeyed some etiquette to a certain extent, and the food was not too ugly. Some nobles wondered where the lady's chosen champion was a poor relative with white hair, and they didn't say anything when they saw Abel's etiquette. .

This is the profession of witchers. They do the hardest work and live a life of displacement, but they don't get much income. They burn their lives to fight against chaos and various dark creatures, but their fellow human beings are always very few. Do them justice, especially the ignorant peasants, who see witchers as monstrous beasts, and do everything possible to avoid contact with these "xenomorphs" if not necessary.

More than 150 years ago, after Ludwig expelled Chaos, the entire continent was devastated, and dark creatures even blatantly appeared in places a hundred paces away from the town. This world needs a large number of witchers to deal with all kinds of monsters. Scattered dark creatures, witchers once became a popular occupation and choice, and many noble families sent their children without inheritance rights to the witcher guild for training.

Times have changed, many of the original large number of witcher castles have been abandoned, and there are only a few trainee witchers who have been trained in the castle, and the huge guild headquarters castle has been in disrepair for a long time. More defenses were decommissioned and abandoned.

So Abel chose to leave.

Abel was born in the Rickland of the Empire. He was the illegitimate child of a nobleman and a witch who had an affair. Generally speaking, his illegitimate child would have two fates. If the witch was a court advisor or a woman. Courtier, then this illegitimate child will generally be recognized, that is, he has no inheritance rights but has the status of aristocrat, and is raised as a child of a nobleman.

Unfortunately, Abel was the second type. His mother didn't want to raise him, so he gave him to an old witcher, Jacob, to raise him. The Demon Guild had nothing left to miss, so they came to Britannia.

A gorgeously dressed high elf held his head high, his chin was raised high, and walked past with a glass of wine on his face, his tone was full of contempt: "What a bunch of savages, even if they use expensive silk Decorate themselves with tapestries, and no matter how they spray perfume on themselves, they can't hide the fact that they are savages."

The other high elf looks more mature and stable. He wears a blue and white gold-studded cloak, a large high-elf mage robe, and a golden feather crown on his head. On the surface, he looks like he is only in his twenties, but In fact, no one knows how old this high-precision wizard is - the most common high elves have a lifespan of at least 800 years, and this high-precision wizard is not a generalist at first glance: "Shut up your Stupid mouth, you plan to offend an alien when you see a stranger, like Caledor? Dasu? The high elves will bring trade and goods to allies, and swords and destruction to enemies."

"Anatol, you're always like this, sometimes you're just too easy to give these savages a good face, to make these savages feel like civilized people." Another high elf shrugged: "Okay, I admit it. At least the military strength of this country is still good, anyway, we should look for the badge of the Holy Grail."

There are also diplomatic relations between the high elves and Brittany, but the exchanges are not frequent. In the view of the high elves, they have established a good relationship with the empire and can get the resources they want from Marienburg. Reunited with the Bretons.

The most recent exchange between the two sides was about twenty years ago, when Richard the Knight King, who had just ascended the throne, and Imric, the Dragon Prince of the High Elf Caledor Kingdom, fought side by side to eliminate an army of Beastmen besieging Corona.

The Bretons were proud to fight alongside the elf army, and many knights claimed to have witnessed Richard the King of Knights saving the life of Imric, the Dragon Prince, who was beaten from his mount by a Cyclops When they came down, the situation was critical. It was Richard who was not afraid to ride the Hippogryph and stabbed the Cyclops in the eye, saving Imric.

It's just that the high elves don't think so. After this battle, the dragon prince Imric regarded Richard the Knight King as his enemy, because Richard saw his ugliness and robbed his prey. Imric swore that he would never be. I will forgive Richard, and if I have the chance, I will completely defeat him.

Anatole was a magister of the Safre Magister Council and a disciple of the High Elf Great Magister Tigris. In his long life, the magister was tired of the never-ending war with the dark elves, so he Following in the footsteps of his mentor, he decided to travel to the Old World.

At the same time, he also carries the mysterious mission of the mentor. Lilith, the goddess of destiny of the high elves, recently dreamed to the great magister Tigristo that a gray horse appeared in Britannia in the old world, and he would change the world. fate.

Tigris has always been Lilith's faithful believer and chosen wizard, but he has other things to do now, so Anatole volunteered to come to the old world, of course, high elves are everywhere higher than humans. Wait, the Duke of Boldero was very happy and hospitable to Anatole's arrival.

The high elves are made up of twelve kingdoms in total, but the Phoenix Kings are generally selected from the two oldest and most glorious kingdom nobles, the Caledor Kingdom and the Savry Kingdom. Unlike the Kingdom of Caledor, the high elf nobles who came out of the Kingdom of Safri are all excellent politicians and diplomats, and Anatole only stayed in Poldero for a few days and became the most popular in the court. Welcome people.

At this moment, there were bursts of applause from the courtyard. A palace wizard used magic to create the illusion of a mermaid and a dolphin. In the white halo, a mermaid holding a trident and a cute dolphin were in the courtyard. Shutting between the pools and pavilions, the exclamations of male nobles and the screams of female nobles are endless.

"Wonderful, wonderful use of light magic." Ryan clapped his hands gently and bit his ear with Suria: "Magic is not only for fighting, it can help our lives in many places, we can't use magic regarded as a beast of a flood."

There was an intoxicating blush on the female knight's face. She just held Ryan's arm tightly. Just now they tried various games at the banquet. This kind of sneaky feeling made the Duke's daughter indulge in it.

Francois tacitly acquiesced and even encouraged the relationship between her and Ryan, which allowed the female knight to put down the burden and enjoy the good time with Ryan.

"It's just some tricks, not in the way." A voice cut into the conversation between the two people inappropriately: "Magic has many uses, but using it as a trick to please the public is not one of them."

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Lion-Malcador, I'm Anatol, Anatol-Starchaser, from the Magistrate Council of Safrui." The high elf, leaning on his staff, appeared in the Ryan's side: "I heard your name from Taimag, I think we can talk."

"What does Asul want to talk to me about?" Ryan turned around, he had already noticed the high elf.

After learning that he was the high elf magister of the Safrui Kingdom, Ryan was a little settled. The high elves were divided into many kingdoms. Among them, the Safrui Kingdom was close to humans, and the current Phoenix King Finnuba came from Safurion. In the Kingdom of Furui, many of the high elves who came out of this kingdom are excellent diplomats.

"Lord Ryan's rise is faster than Assur's imagination. Even human beings are very rare to reach the legendary high-level at the age of twenty-five." The appearance is feminine, and it can only be seen from the Adam's apple that Anatole is indeed a man. The high elf combed his dazzling blond hair with his fingers, and then continued: "I brought the kindness of Assur, Your Excellency Ryan, our strength is obvious to all, the so-called Royal Wizarding Academy of the Empire is in Lord Tegris. It was built with help, and if you need it, Asur can provide you with magical help and answers."

"Someone will provide me with magic help and answers, respected Mr. Anatole." Ryan politely rejected the high-elf magister's suggestion: "Although it is very rude, Asul suddenly appeared like this, It's impossible for me to make a decision now, with a suggestion like that all of a sudden."

"Hehe~" Anatole nodded understandingly, the high elves leaning on the staff: "I know that my appearance is a bit abrupt, it doesn't matter, Lord Ryan, Asul is a race full of virtue and patience, our time It's been a long time, and we also know that we can't win the trust of you all at once, it doesn't matter, we are willing to wait."

"Asur's strength is far beyond your imagination. I have a little news here, maybe Your Excellency Ryan will be interested." Anatole deliberately paused, seeing that Ryan's face was calm, and then continued: "The Duke of Palaon, Kasfann, is in financial difficulties. He has already owed hundreds of thousands of dollars to the Grand Duke of Marienburg. Therefore, he plans to continue to increase taxes in his own pass, and at the same time ask the imperial court for a large amount of defense expenses. , as his reward for guarding the pass from greenskins and other dark creatures."

"This unreasonable request was naturally rejected by His Majesty Karl-Franz-Friedrich and the Electors, and as far as I know, both sides will start their own actions."

Ryan squinted his eyes, this is not good news for him.

He also knows some things about Cass Vann. As François said, the territory of the duke of Palaon is small and barren, but the duke himself must maintain a full formation of the Pegasus Knights. This is natural. It brought a heavy financial burden to him, and Kasfann was also a great nobleman with a good pomp and a luxurious life, so he increased taxes in his own pass many times, which made the nobles of the empire and Brittany. They all criticized him.

Has the situation deteriorated to such an extent?

He was about to say something when Bodric, Duke of Boldero, suddenly appeared. The Duke himself held a crystal goblet, and when he saw Ryan and others, he approached with a smile: "Oh, my friend Anatole, And Lord Ryan and Lord Surya, why are you hiding in the corner and whispering? We have a bigger surprise here, which is 'Mannan's enjoyment', which I specially took out today to celebrate a year of good harvest and Hard."

Ryan and Anatole immediately stopped their conversations: "Oh! God, is this the legendary Mannan's enjoyment?"

Mannann's Delight is a legendary wine made by the famous hermit Gotthold-Koch in a well-tended field in the Grey Mountains. It is said that the grapes are never exposed to the sun, they are grown in a field shaded by sliding doors and are never exposed only to the direct light of the moon, this wine enjoys a ghostly aroma and melts in the mouth, it is the world's top wine one.

"Come and taste, ladies and gentlemen."

"Oh, I'm honored."

The banquet continued hotly.

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Right at this time, the Prime Material Universe, the Milky Way, the Divine Moons of Terra, the surface of the Moon.

After several months of long expedition, the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Roboute Guilliman, has experienced countless difficulties and obstacles. He was even imprisoned by Carlos, the great demon of Tzeentch, and the Ascended Primarch Magnu during the expedition. Only with the rescue of multiple Allied troops and the help of the Eldar Harlequin Troupe, the expedition force was able to break out of the siege.

Relying on the network of the Eldar, Guilliman finally reached the moon, and at this time, he was only one step away from the holy Terra.

The exit of the netway is located in a deep annular valley on the moon. The surrounding visibility is extremely low. The starlight above is already dim, and it is blocked by the annular mountain, which can only provide limited illumination for loyal parties in the deep valley. .

Roboute-Guilliman knew that there was very little breathing time for his army, and he immediately ordered his army to climb the crater at a high speed. Behind them, the Eldar Harlequin troupe were working hard to close the network. Daomen, which put them at the end of the line.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion raised his head, and as far as he could see was the endless dark sky, countless bright stars, so close and within reach, but none of them could reach the beautiful planet. .

The home planet of mankind, the Holy Terra, is in front of the expedition. The brilliance of the human home planet is so dazzling that Guilliman firmly believes that as long as the Holy Terra still stands, mankind will never perish~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Father's throne! ' Guilliman muttered to himself, the end of the expedition was at hand, and that was what Guilliman had been searching for.

At this moment, the Eldar army trying to close the gate of the net was suddenly shrouded in black flames, and the surging black tide drowned the exquisite body of the Aida. Chilled and broken into pieces.

Guilliman, who had climbed to the top of the crater, looked back and found that the web portal of the Eldar had been destroyed, and in the corrupted web space, the fallen legion warriors of the Red Son Magnus, the Thousand Sons, were gushing out of the web. door.

Guilliman knew that the Great Crusade was about to come to an end, and that in the distance was his father's throne world, where the faithful son must not fail.

The tragic war began. Under the firepower of the loyal side, the fallen Thousand Sons seemed vulnerable. Under the command of Guilliman and the close cooperation of the expeditionary force, they quickly retreated and were driven back to the net. near the gate of the road.

Until a terrifying evil energy spewed out from the gate of the net, all the soldiers of the expedition army felt unparalleled fear. .

"Magnus..." Guilliman recognized his former brother at a glance.

"Oh~ Guilliman, I haven't seen you in 10,000 years, you seem to have become shorter?" Magnus, the red son of the Ascended Primarch, showed a sinister smile, and he raised his blade. With a playful smile, he said, "Let me see, have you made progress after sleeping for 10,000 years?"

Guilliman did not answer, because the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion had just received a communication.

At this moment, a voice that hated iron and steel came from the other end of the battlefield.

"Mag! Nus! My son!"

"Between us! There is an old account! It needs to be settled!"