Proof of the Sun King

On the cold mountain road of the Grey Mountains, the Duke of Palaon and his army are trudging hard. The knights are brightly armored. expedition with great confidence.

The march of knights in Brittany is a very beautiful scene in the old world, and it is unparalleled on the road of the gray ladies only in black and white. Each knight carries three or four horses, all of them. The war horses are covered with fine and high-grade horse coats. There are hundreds of family coats of arms in the more than a dozen principalities of the Knight Kingdom, and even the kingdom's heraldic masters take a long time to gradually identify them.

After the line, the baggage caravan composed of hundreds of freemen formed a long dragon. The infantry regiment composed of squires, grooms, cooks, heralds, priests and serfs followed behind them. The sergeants took care of the baggage, forming a beautiful landscape.

But this is the time to go.

Now, continuous rain is falling from the sky. This terrible sleet has caused great damage to Kath Vann's army. The bone-deep icy cold washes the huge cliffs on both sides of the road, and the dark clouds above the sky roar. Whispering, howling, a gray rain curtain fell from the huge air masses, tormenting Kath Vann's army.

The enthusiasm for the expedition was also unsustainable. Only those who experienced the terrible sleet and snow in the high mountain environment knew that the morale of the knights was severely hit. , and the knights with strength kept scolding and complaining about the annoying ghost weather.

The knights can still hold on to this kind of weather. The heavy losses are the serf infantry. Their animal skin cloaks or wool clothes may keep them warm on weekdays, but they are powerless against this level of severe cold. Many shallow graves were left.

Even so, Kathvann's army was still crossing the Grey Mountains at a relatively high speed.

The target, directed at Helmgart.

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Helmgart at night, the Emperor's Rest Hotel.

As an important garrison point of the empire, Helmgart has a special palace for the emperor. Now, the Emperor's Rest Hotel is hosting a lively dinner, because the scouts' investigation shows that the army of Kath Vann wants to arrive here at least. It takes three days.

The dinner party was very lively. The war between the Empire and Brittany attracted the attention of the old world human kingdom. In addition to Ryan and others who came from afar, Vercard, Duke of Montfort of Brittany was also present, and the Empire also Several electors came.

Everyone wanted to watch the war, and it was an important opportunity to assess the strength of the Empire and the capabilities of Karl Franz.

Not all the attendees wanted to participate in this dinner, at least Julius and Gerald didn't like this dinner, they sat in the corner boringly, eating silently.

Some people, but at the dinner like a duck to water.

"Hey! Boris! I see your Sima face again!" Ryan, who was dressed in an earl's costume, held a wine glass and pointed to Boris Todbring, Elector of Wallrich and Grand Duke of Middenland, with a smile. Grid: "You have this kind of bitter and hated expression all day long, and you feel unlucky when you look at it!"

"Hey! Ryan, you bastard, when I have a chance, I must put your little white face into the icy swamp of Drakwald Forest, so that you can understand what cruelty is!" Boris Elector saw Ryan appear, then Zhang's stern face finally showed a little smile: "Okay, Uric is here, we meet again, I still remember the story of the last time we drove out the Great Demon Nurgle on the Curona Plain together, Kudos to Uric, it was a beautiful victory."

After speaking, the Elector Boris deliberately glanced at Emperor Karl Franz who was standing beside Ryan.

The emperor smiled thoughtfully at Ryan: "I knew you were familiar."

Boris was also one of the candidates for the throne. His grandmother was married to Heinz, the younger brother of Ludwig, the savior. Compared with Karl Franz's grandfather Leopold, Boris' bloodline is even stronger. Close to Ludwig.

Therefore, he has always been feared by Karl Franz. In a sense, the opposition between Boris and Karl Franz represents the opposition between the northern sect headed by Uric and the southern sect headed by the three major churches.

"Yes, Your Majesty Franz, I've known each other for a long time, but I'm not very familiar with it until the last battle of Curona Plain." Ryan said with some playfulness, he would be slightly taller than the emperor: " If it wasn't for Boris, I might be dead."

"This is indeed a great war..." Karl Franz had to say more, a champion knight of the Griffin Knights roared and rushed into the dinner scene: "That bastard! The one who doesn't want to call your majesty an emperor Where's the bastard? I'm going to duel him!"

The well-armed knight quickly found Ryan. Ryan's reluctance to call Karl Franz "emperor" made most people understand it, because Ryan is not an imperial noble now, but many loyal The imperial knights were very dissatisfied with the god-chosen champion who rose from Nord and had a strong relationship with the empire, and they wanted to tear Ryan's pride to shreds.

Lane's name is like thunder, and the nobles of the empire have heard of his feats. The imperial knights naturally know that they need to send equivalent champion knights.

The challenger in front of him is the champion knight of the Griffin Order, Roger.

Before Ryan could speak, the champion knight took out a glove and threw it over Ryan.

Standing not far away, Francois, who was communicating with a Moorish knight, frowned. Duke Winford noticed that Karl-Franz did not object, but wanted to see things with interest. develop.

Francois thought that this might be a coincidence in line with the emperor's wishes. It seemed that the new emperor of the empire was also very interested in Ryan's strength, or perhaps this was not a coincidence at all, but a deliberate arrangement by Karl Franz.

The new emperor of the empire is domineering and has a tough style, but he also inherited the excellent diplomatic skills of his father Luitpold. After a few years on the throne, the young emperor not only gained a firm seat through a series of diplomatic means and military victories. The throne of the emperor also gradually integrated the power of the empire.

François sighed a little at the thought of Richard, the aging knight king of Brittany.

Richard is not as good as Carl Franz, which is already recognized in the old world. Richard is said to have intended to let his distant nephew, Lawn Leo Cornwall, Duke of Connecticut, take over the knighthood, but because of Morge Anna was seriously injured, and this matter was put on hold, and in François's view, Richard was still very fond of the stack and was unwilling to give up the throne.

"For the sake of honor, I can't refuse this challenge." Ryan took the gloves, and there was a faint smile on the face of the fairy goddess in the lake: "But the duel between us can't be meaningless, we are all human compatriots, no Is it?"

"Lane is right." Emperor Karl Franz nodded and smiled, and his attendants quickly brought two velvet satins: "This is the silk and satin produced by the famous Mrs. Egger's tailor shop in Brunswick. It rewards the winner."

Then you are giving a gift to my precious daughter, François thought.

"Then, please excuse me a little, Your Majesty Franz, and Boris." Ryan saw the reward, the Holy Grail Knight smiled, and he followed the champion knight of the Griffin Knights out of the hotel door .

Umberto Corleone, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivey, approached the Emperor with red wine, and the bearded Elector whispered, "You arranged it?"

"Why not? We always have to know how much power he has, right?" Karl Franz shrugged: "Twenty-nine years old, Count, Holy Grail Knight Commander, God's Chosen Champion, exile the Great Demon... Shall we go out and see? The duel process..."

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from outside the hotel, which sounded like a blunt instrument smashing something.

Karl Franz and Umberto's expressions changed.

Everyone at the dinner subconsciously looked at the door of the hotel.

The knight on the opposite side of the mountain, Count Ryan Macado once again walked into the banquet scene from the door of the hotel with a smile on his face. He dragged one leg of the champion knight Rogge of the Griffin Knights, and the plate armor of the champion knight rubbed against the ground. , making a metallic screeching sound.

The champion knight of the Griffin Knights was in a coma. His eyes rolled white, his mouth vomited gastric juice, and he was unconscious, but his life should not be in danger. The emperor's attendants hurriedly dragged this shameful thing out of the banquet scene.

"I knew it would become like this." Elector Boris said gloatingly, seeing the emperor's champion knight defeated by a hammer, Boris felt relieved.

It was our white wolf knight, now it's your turn.

The god-chosen champion of the fairies in the lake took away the silk and satin and came to the emperor with a glass goblet: "Thank you for the reward, let's continue."

"Okay." Karl Franz still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

The emperor's heart blew a violent storm. The Knights of Griffin was a knights order that served the emperor's private life. The strength was not too far behind the top knights of the empire. The champion knight Rogge was thirty-five years old this year. It is a legendary middle-level, but it was actually defeated by Ryan with a hammer.

What the **** did my empire miss?

On the surface, the emperor was still looking as usual, he first introduced to Ryan: "I don't need to introduce Boris, come, the Lady in the Lake's God's Choice Champion, this is the Elector of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Ivyland. His Excellency Umberto-Corleone, Avi Territory is a major agricultural province of the empire and the richest province after Riker Territory. Lord Umberto is the only remaining elector who has participated in the Great Holy War. Not only did he vote for my grandfather, he voted for my father, but he also voted for me a few years ago."

"Hello, Your Excellency Umberto." Ryan knew that the bearded elector in front of him was unfathomable and was also an important political ally of Karl Franz. He expressed enough respect: "I can and It's an honor for you to meet me."

"The strength is good, young man." Umberto patted Ryan on the shoulder: "I look forward to your better performance in the future."

Then, an elector with a slender beard and a rich and sad face came to Ryan at the recommendation of the emperor, and Karl Franz enthusiastically introduced: "This is the elector of Wolfen. Also Grand Duke of Oster, Vamil von Zhukov, Osterland is a territory filled with forests and mountains. Since his accession, Lord Vamir has spent his life and the mountains and the darkness in the forest. Biological confrontation, he is an excellent general and guardian of the northern border of the empire."

"I've heard your name for a long time, Ryan Malcador." Ostland is adjacent to the Nord Kingdom in the west and Kislev in the east. Of course, Wamir has heard the name of Ryan: "It's my first time to meet, it's an honor to meet you. your turn."

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Wamir." Ryan also nodded and said hello. Ostland is the most isolated area in the empire. To this day, this province has still not recovered from the devastation of the great jihad. The emperors and the northern barbarians have been fighting the dark creatures in the forests and mountains for decades.

"This is Oleg von Zhukov, Baron Wolfen, the heir to the Elector Wamil." Karl Franz then introduced: "An excellent general."

This is a young man in his twenties, he wears a round mink hat and clothes emblazoned with the coat of arms of the red bull family ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sturdy and powerfully and proudly stretches out towards Ryan Shot: "Hello, Your Excellency Ryan Macado, I'm Oleg. Your strength has left a deep impression on me. We hate Chaos so much, I think we may be friends."

"Haha~ I think our disgust for Chaos will always outweigh the little conflicts between us." Ryan shook hands with him: "The scum of Chaos will definitely usher in destruction, I firmly believe."

"I also believe it." Oleg nodded. For some reason, he and Ryan felt a special affinity when they met, and the two quickly found a place to communicate privately.

"You have an excellent son, Your Excellency Wamir." Emperor Karl Franz said calmly to the Elector Wamir: "It's just that many of his ideas are too bold. It's not that the empire has not tried to penetrate into the northern wasteland. Go to destroy the barbarian tribes, but once you go too deep, you will lose a lot every time, and you will never return."

"Oleg is a brave boy. He found a teacher for himself, a white wolf paladin who was drunk in Wolfenburg." Wamil said: "Oleg was killed by this knight in the tavern. Conquered by strength, and worshipped him as a teacher, I disagreed at first, but the strength of this paladin is far beyond imagination, if not for his help, the Battle of Wolfsburg might have been wiped out."

"It can only be said that Oleg himself is excellent, so he is qualified to be accepted as an apprentice." The emperor nodded.

"Speaking of which, how do you plan to deal with the invasion of Kasvann this time, Your Majesty?" The Elector Wamir held the red wine and whispered, "The knights across the mountain are not easy to deal with."

"I already have a plan." The emperor's voice was full of pride and confidence: "Look at it." I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Warhammer Throne", WeChat pays attention to "Youdu Literature", chats about life, finds confidant~