Proof of the Sun King

? On the city wall, all the knights and territorial people were all sweating and their faces were stiff.

From the time of babbling, the serfs and nobles in Brittany would teach their children stories one after another. These stories are undoubtedly the stories of the Brittanian knights fighting on the battlefield. The story of the Knights of the Holy Grail is the most well-known and familiar.

When they are a little older, noble children will dress up as knights and use soft lances to compete with each other. They like to shout the name of the fairy in the lake, just like countless great deeds throughout the ages, to the lake. The deep beliefs of fairies will be engraved into their hearts, and everyone dreams of embarking on the road of the Holy Grail, getting the recognition of the lady, and finally becoming a glorious Holy Grail Knight, and then fulfilling their lifelong dreams.

The Knights of the Holy Grail are living saints in the hearts of Brittanians. Their stories and legends are so popular that even children in the most remote and isolated villages can recite the fairy tales of the knights.

In the eyes of the common people, the Knights of the Holy Grail are the embodiment of the spirit of chivalry. When the people were helpless and hesitant, they called out the name of the Knight of the Holy Grail as they knew it, as if they were praying to God, seeking refuge.

And now, with the myth shattered, the death of even the mightiest Knight Commander of the Holy Grail, Jules, at Aegir's hands, every Brittanian feels like something has been shattered in his heart.

It was the sound of long-standing beliefs, long-standing beliefs shattering.

"Your Majesty Jules..." Karad, Anara and the knights that Jules brought to Curona burst into tears on the spot.

Dalhide, Alderelder, and the remaining knights in the Duchy of Leonasse were all silent, and Dalhide opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.

"I..." Before opening his mouth, the Duke himself only felt the tears in his eyes.

He wanted to cry, but his status as a duke destined him not to lose his temper, so tears could only flow down the slender crow's feet in the corners of his eyes. Dalhead was not only crying for the death of Jules, but also for Leona Cry while racing.

Aegir stretched out his hand to stop the wild celebration of the barbarians. He took Jules' head in his palm and wiped the dust on the head with his rough hands. Khorne's chosen champion won the championship match. Victory, but countless emotions rose in his heart, Jules was a worthy opponent, and he regretted the passing of this opponent.

But the king of Scalins quickly recovered from this state, and he hung the head of Jules on the spikes of his armor, and then raised the battle axe towards Dalheid on the wall, demanding Dal Hyde returned his wife and son.

"Brittanians! I respect your dead champions! The words of King Scalins are true, now, give me back my woman and my son! Or we will kill every man, woman and Children, we will smash your stone castles and turn every village into ruins!" Egil shouted at Neborg: "As a respect and memory of your champions, I will give you a day to rest! Tomorrow at noon , when the sun is at its highest, Scalings will launch a final attack!"

Dahlhead was silent. He hesitated for thirty seconds. Looking at the barbarian army in front of the inner castle, he wanted to immediately order the killing of Elizabeth and the child in her stomach, but he knew that he couldn't. Isn't the reason why he left Elizabeth's life before because he still has the last chip in his hand?

He is now like a gambler who has lost everything. He has nothing, but he must ensure the respect and commitment to the Holy Grail Knight oath. Since Jules promised, he must fulfill it.

This is respect for the oath. Since the championship matchup has been promised, then the result of the matchup must be respected.

A woman named Hangster was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.

Seeing that the woman's belly was already in the state of October pregnancy, Aegir smiled contentedly. He could feel a deep joy. In this atmosphere, it seemed that the victory brought by the championship match was not so important.

What no one knows is that Aegir has also reached his limit under the attack of Jules. Khorne's chosen champion does not want to forcibly attack the last inner castle to some extent, but he hopes that he can do it this way. , remembering and respecting Eulers, a venerable adversary.

Khorne's Chosen Champion honors Khorne's honor and is willing to keep his promise. That's only for worthy opponents. He never acts recklessly like many Chaos Champions. He deeply understands that Khorne's honor does not allow Defilement and trustworthiness are often just a means, but Aegir is willing to amplify this means to let mortals understand the power and glory of Khorne.

That's why he gave Eulers basic respect and launched a championship match. If he died in the championship match, it would only prove that he was not worthy of being the God's Chosen Champion of Khorne.

And Khorne is obviously very satisfied with Aegir, who is now welcoming his first son.

At night, in Aegir's tent, everyone in Scalings was looking forward to it, and the cry of a baby resounded through the night sky.

It was an extremely painful cry and scream. The painful howl not only caused waves in the mortal kingdom, but even formed a strong echo in the warp. It was the power of chaos. That is the blessing of the evil god. Chaos and madness are everywhere in the Chaos Realm. In Scalings' camp, the entire eight Chaos Wizards were all turned to ashes because of the strong Chaos Storm. Only Chaos Wizards who entered the Legendary Rank Cha Coy was spared.

The barbarian warriors who were not chaos wizards and could not perceive the wind of chaos also trembled in this terrible chaos storm. They knelt down and chanted the names of the evil gods they believed in.

Tears welled up on Aegir's weathered face, and he reached out his hands and gently lifted the swaddling baby.

This child is very strong, his eyes are piercing, and he is icy blue like his father. There is a blood clot in his hand, and his small fist is tightly squeezed, which symbolizes the power and the gift of the blood god.

This is a little guy with a handle.

Egil's eyes were red, he stretched out his hand and caressed the child's face, his son was too young to pick up an axe and a gun, but it didn't matter, Egil could wait, he could wait, his Life is still long.

Chaos wizard Chakoy finally recovered his senses from the terrible Chaos storm. He couldn't wait to climb to Aegir's side and happily announced that his adoptive father's family had a new member, and the remaining nearly 20,000 barbarian warriors shouted loudly. Cheers, cheers for the future chief.

Under the night, the camp of Scalins was as bright as day, the great celebration was held in the camp of the barbarians, all enjoyed great victories, and now the Bretons had lost them The champions, all they can do is hide in the castle and wait for the judgment of fate, while the barbarians are feasting, they smashed the warehouses where the food was stored, attacked every shop and workshop, and plundered what they saw. Everything, they ate meat, drank soup in big bowls, and sang loudly.

There is no reason for the barbarians not to celebrate, the deeds of immortality have been made, they have written a solid mark on their military medals with the blood and destruction of the Bretons, and tomorrow, they will attack Leonasay The only inner fort in the Throne of Khorne is decorated with Brittanian skulls and flesh.

Aegir embraced his son with joy, and after shaking the baby in his arms for a long time he remembered that the mother of the child, Hangust, or Elizabeth, was lying pale on a large table.

The woman was looking at Aegir with pleading eyes.

She didn't want to die, she knew what her future fate would be, she was pleading.

Aegir didn't react at all, he waved his hand, and Chaos Champion Kovindev came in from outside: "My king?"

Aegir didn't say a word, he pointed to the woman lying on the bed, then put his four fingers together to form a hand knife, and everything went down.

The Chosen Champion of Khorne set his sights on Kovindev.

Kovindev nodded in understanding immediately.

The king of Scalings came out of the tent with the baby in his arms, drinking with the barbarians and celebrating wildly.

"His!" Not long after Egil stepped out of the tent, there was a sound from inside the tent, blood stained the tent's sackcloth, Egil sneered.

It should have been like this, and there were a lot of accidents, but the ending returned to the established track after all.

The rest, is to celebrate the happy hour of victory.

Happy times are always short, and Agil, who had been celebrating for several hours, heard an unusually weak sound of a horn. So drunk, they didn't know what was going on at all.

The barbarians have always been like this, they who believe in chaos have always been synonymous with chaos and disorder.

Aegir was also so carried away by the birth of his son that he did not arrange for a sentry at all. He could feel the alcohol from the two barrels of ale he had drunk before was eating into his mind, but Khorne's chosen champion soon Having overcome the power of alcohol, he immediately realized that things had changed!

"There is an enemy night attack! There is an enemy night attack! Soldiers, pick up your weapons and prepare to fight!" Aegir gave a high-pitched command sound, the sky changed suddenly, the dark clouds rolled, and then, a huge meteor burning with flames came directly from It fell in the air and smashed towards the barbarian camp.

A meteor exploded in the Scalins camp, and more than 150 barbarian warriors were killed on the spot, and a huge air wave swept the entire camp.

At the same time, there were bursts of thunderous cannonballs in the distance, and several cannonballs flashing with magical luster drew beautiful arcs and fell behind the barbarian camp.

The cannon roared, the shells shattered, the artillery attacked the barbarian camp, and each shot killed a dozen barbarian warriors and a large barbarian tent, the cannonball was the notorious blooming cannonball, Egil heard the cannon. After the sound, his face changed greatly. He had been at war with the north of the empire and the Nord Kingdom all the year round, and he would not understand this kind of gun body.

This is the sound of the dwarf cannon!

Brittany...are there dwarves?

its not right! Aegir shook his head again and again. There is a sacred covenant between the empire and the dwarves, and the relationship between Britannia and the dwarves can only be said to be acceptable. How can there be the sound of dwarf cannons here?

"Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!" The sound of the cannons was not fake. In any case, the honored champion of Khorne God's Choice would face a powerful enemy and defeat it.

The sound of the horn resounded, and after the revelry all night, a fish belly white appeared in the sky. After some carnivals, the soldiers of Scalings did not affect their combat effectiveness at all. All the barbarians All are ready to face the enemy.

From the other side of the horizon, a huge army of knights appeared in front of the Scalins tribe. They were gorgeously dressed, with colorful flags flying. The knight, he wears a yellow and blue burqa, with shining dwarven mithril plate armor inside, the golden cup cloak fluttering gently in the morning wind, and above the high flag, is a family the barbarians have never seen before. Coat of arms.

This coat of arms is red and white, and a sharp sword passes through a book in the middle. There is a golden chalice in the middle of the book. Two long ribbons protrude from both sides of the coat of arms. The coat of arms wears An earl's crown.

"It looks like we're late, Leonathay has turned into ruins." Ryan rode on the pure blood elf war horse Grape and whispered to his flag-holder Armand: "I don't know if there are still survivors. By."

"But now, we must defeat the enemy in front of us!" Ryan picked up his warhammer.

Not long ago, his army defeated Musilon's vampire army, and when he was still marching near Leonathay, Ryan felt a very terrible chaotic storm raging in the warp, and he immediately understood that there must be something. A Chaos Master is performing an evil ritual, or a Chaos Master is born.

Ryan immediately made a decision and led the army of knights to the place where the Chaos Storm was generated.

Now, the barbarian army's camp is right in front of you, and not far away is the castle of Leonasay, which has fallen into a cloud of gunpowder and its gates have collapsed.

Ryan knew that he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to block his army, Matthew Bard summoned an army of more than 50,000 zombies and skeletons. These troops were used to delay Ryan's footsteps. Ryan had to spend After some time to defeat them, and seeing the success of the plan, Matthew Bard immediately retreated and returned to Mousillon.

Furthermore, due to Dalhide's hesitation, the army led by Lane never got permission to enter the Principality of Leonasay, and did not arrive in a hurry until the castle was besieged. He had anticipated that he might not be able to catch up, but the barbarian army had to be destroyed on the spot. Otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"For the lady, for Brittany, launch!!" Ryan then ordered, the dwarf cannon roared, shattering the last bit of luck in Agil's heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There were hundreds of barbarian warriors in the blink of an eye Died by the cannonball of the dwarf cannon.

There are indeed dwarves!

The barbarian army quickly formed a formation on the plain, Aegir handed his son to his trusted Chaos Champion Haldorn, then picked up the axe of **** and walked to the front of the two armies.

He saw Ryan's banner, and Agil thought thoughtfully: "I know you, Ryan Macado, the god-chosen champion of the false gods in the lake, you killed Bireg the 'Crushing Bear', You have done great things in the past few years, and the wasteland can hear your name."

"I know you too, you are the king of Scalins, 'Red-Eyed' Egil-Steelbjorn, the god-chosen champion of Khorne." Ryan smiled, he was once the kingdom knight of the Nord kingdom , there's no reason not to know Aegir, Scalings comes to Nord to raid every few years.

"The head of Jules is here, you will be the next." Aegir didn't care, he pointed to the long head of the Holy Grail Knight hanging on his armor: "Knights, you continue to seek death. Is it?"

The knight army shook for a while, and many people saw the head of Jules, and a deep sense of fear rose in their hearts.

Ryan raised the warhammer and signaled everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he remained calm: "Did you defeat Eulers?"

"I used to think this was the most precious gift I gave to the throne of Khorne, but it's not anymore." With a sneering expression on his face, Egil raised the axe of **** and pointed at Ryan: "Your head is the ."

"Haha." Ryan also sneered.

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