Proof of the Sun King

A fragile covenant was temporarily signed, after which a huge map of Brittany was laid out on the wooden table of the abandoned villa.

The undead great wizard Kemler stretched out his dirty hands, his hands were as withered as dry branches, with slender fingers and long fingernails, the nail caps were filled with sludge, which was in Matthew Bard. Seems rather disgusting.

On the contrary, Kemmler also finds Matthew Bard's powdered face, carefully decorated corners and full of manners laughable, in the eyes of necromancers, only magic and power are the true meaning of everything in the world. , is the ultimate goal, and the rest is all illusory.

For strength, Kemmler doesn't mind turning to Chaos himself, it's just a way to gain strength.

Allies who were concerned about each other finally stood in front of the map and looked at the current situation.

The situation left to the vampires is already quite dangerous. Mousillon is like an island in the ocean. Since the time of the previous kings, the Bretons have created an entire epidemic prevention belt along Mousillon, which consists of castles. The epidemic prevention belt formed by the city wall may not be able to completely block Musilon's undead army on the cursed land, but it is enough to make Mathubad's army spend a lot of effort to break through the defense line, and immediately let the undead army. The entire knight kingdom is aware of the trend.

Therefore, Matthew Bard could not easily mobilize Musillon's undead army, and the main battle strength of the troops at the beginning still had to rely on Kemler's Tomb Legion.

"If I can, I really hope to go west and attack Bastogne directly." The undead wizard stretched out his hand and pointed to Bastogne Castle not far west of the Blackstone stronghold. On the tall stone mountain, Duke Berhemond and his The Red Dragon family lives here.

"It's not a wise choice to attack Bastogne now." Matthew Bard shook his head: "The Principality of Bastogne is a very special place, it is the land of prosperity in the country of Brittany, there With the greatest number of Holy Grail pilgrims and expeditionary knights, there is a false family coat of arms about Arthur that would make a true master of heraldry dizzy, and the south of Brittany has continued to prosper and prosper over the years. , seeing the fixed tax reform carried out by Count Laine-Macado, many dukes have learned to implement reforms in the name of Bichi in the Lake. Among them, Bastogne is when the fixed tax reform is in full swing. I dare to say that If we attack south at this time, both the knights and the serfs there will definitely pick up guys and fight with us."

"What's wrong? The more the dead, the more we can revive the dead and form a new army." After listening to Duke Mousillon's words, the necromancer already knew what to do, but Kemmler wanted to test Mashuba. De's ability, so he pretended to be surprised and said, "This is in line with our plan."

After Matthew Bard heard Kemmler's words, he immediately understood that this was Kemmler's temptation. As a former Brittanian knight and Arkhan's godson, Matthew Bard was simply a **** to this country. Knowing the palm of his hand, he continued calmly: "Yes, that's right, when you resurrect a certain number of dead, you will face Ryan and Francois, as well as the coalition of the dwarf clan, plus The Duke of Upper Belhemond and his Brotherhood of the Red Dragon Knights, I don't think your Tomb Legion is good enough for this, I don't mean to belittle you, Lord Kemmler, but I still have to say that we have better choice."

The alliance of the undead has just been established, Matthew Bard and Kemmler still need each other, and Matthew Bard also knows that he must bring out some dry goods, otherwise it will be difficult to gain Kemmler's trust.

"Better choice? We can go south to attack Paraon, or north to attack Montfort." Kemmler strode past Matthew Bard, the noisy staff in his hand was chattering. what.

"This country was severely depleted due to the Chaos invasion at the beginning of last year. Among them, the northern part of the kingdom was the most serious. Not only did Leonace fall into internal divisions, but its productivity was seriously regressed. The new Duke of Alderel wanted to exterminate serfs. The rebellion is already in full swing, and it is almost impossible for the duchies of Connet and Le-Angoulan to pass through the Ardennes." Matthew Bard moved his fingers along the Grey Mountains: "So, we have two ideal targets for attack. ."

"Montfort, or Guisoleaux." Kemmler's deep eyes moved along the gray mountains, and he whispered: "But if you fight like this, are you sure you won't attract reinforcements from Bastogne?"

"As long as the speed is fast enough, no." Matthew Bard pointed to the border between Guisoleaux and Montfort and Bastogne, his mouth twitched: "Historically until now, the relationship between these three principalities has been Relations were very poor. Both the Duchy of Montfort and the Duchy of Guisoleaux coveted the vast plains of Bastogne, so although there was no large-scale war between the two sides, the sporadic conflicts between the barons and viscounts led by the two sides never stopped. We move fast enough, the pride and arrogance of the knights doom them too late to reinforce each other."

"Very good." Kemler expressed satisfaction with Matthew Bard's plan, and the Great Necromancer raised his head and looked at Matthew Bard.

What he saw was a black knight with hatred and malice, an ally Kemmler liked.

In Matthew Bard's eyes, what he saw was a great necromancer with strong hatred and greed.

"So...what's your decision?" Matthew Bard signaled that it was time for Kemmler to make a decision.

"I agree with your decision to go north and then south. We will attack first and catch Britannia by surprise." Kemmler laughed, his old and shriveled laughter resounded throughout the abandoned villa, the great necromancer He took a few steps first, then turned back immediately. He pointed at Mathubad behind him: "You have provided me with a good suggestion, godson of the Lich King."

"Then we can prepare to attack Gisoleaux..." Mathubad said subconsciously.

"Gisoleaux? No, we won't attack Gysoleaux!" Kemmler rudely refuted Mathubad's suggestion: "My Tomb Legion and I will not attack there for the time being."

"???" Matthew Bard frowned slightly. He had already given two locations. Among them, the Principality of Montfort was not a good target to attack. That Principality had almost no farmland, and its income depended on grazing and tariffs. The mines of the mountains, in this case, almost every lord of the Duchy of Montfort built fortified castles along the Grey Mountains to monitor the roads and control the pastures: "Can you tell me why?"

"The reason is... I'm the one who decides where to fight!" Kemmler walked to Matthew Bard, his wrinkled face under the wizard's hat staring at Duke Mousillon, who was not very good-looking: "Learn to adapt. Your role, Arkhan's godson, your job is to assist me, not command me, do it well"

"... Of course, since you decide so, then do it this way." Mathewbard's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he finally nodded in agreement: "My army and I will assist you, no matter where you plan to attack, I will will do their best.”

"You'd better be like this." The undead wizard stared at Duke Musillon for a while, making sure he had no other thoughts before turning his eyes away: "Very well, now let's go back to prepare for the war, my ancient tomb legion It will bring disaster to the world, starting with the Duchy of Montfort."

"If that's the case, then I'll retire first, Your Excellency Kemmler. When you're ready, I'll lead my army to send troops from Mousillon to support you." Mathubad kept his stance low, and he was full of Bow politely and gently: "Don't forget our agreement."

"Yeah." Kemmler clenched his Noisy Skull Staff, the crow with the tip of the staff called out a few times, and the strong undead magic surrounded him, dissipating in a fog full of death and corpse stench. middle.

"So arrogant and rude." A vampire lord behind Matthew Bard came up, his voice was full of anger: "The great undead wizard who doesn't even have a title has been wandering in the Gray Mountains for many years like a dog. , and so arrogant, I feel we must teach him a lesson, my Duke."

"Lessons have to be taught, but not now." Matthew Bard was very calm. After many failures, the young man grew up quickly, and his blue eyes were filled with a weird smile: " Now, Kemmler and I are still allies who are advancing and retreating for the time being. We need each other. We are now compatriots, brothers and sisters, comrades in arms, and we are allies with different concerns. He and I must unite and fight against the knight. My relationship with him is one of mutual benefit, and one of two evils."

"Your will is the yardstick of my actions, my duke." The vampire lord's name is Hal Harris, and if Ryan would have found out right here, he was the Marienburg merchant Gabe Newell, who was Ryan's pseudonym in Muhammad. Silon's liaison, after Arkhan left, Musilon's vampires swore allegiance to Matthew Bard.

Vampires are all two or five children. I don't know how loyal these people are to Mathewbard, but I don't think there will be many.

After thinking for a while, Matthew Bard continued: "Since Kemler has decided to attack Montfort, then we just need to cooperate fully and prepare to go back and gather the army."

"Really cooperate fully? My Duke? That Kemmler is so arrogant, he will be our rival in the future!" The vampire lord was very reluctant, he said sharply: "We should guard against him, at least, not Let him win so easily."

"No, this time we have to do our best to help Kemler, even if it's not good, we have to help him." Mathubad rejected Harris' suggestion again, frowning: "Now Mousillon has become a Lonely city, we must rely on the Tomb Legion to open the situation for us, every victory of Kemmler will make the eyes of the knight and the lake in the lake accelerate away from Musillon, which is exactly what we need, in the Under the premise, we must do our best to help him ... at least it is necessary for now."

"Need to contact the Lich King?" Harris continued to ask.

"No." Matthew Bard lowered his head and thought about the problem. The Lich King Arkhan is currently looking for traces of the Crown of Witchcraft in the Southern Badlands and the Border Princes, while Manfred is leading a large-scale undead. The Legion attacked Skaven, and the Sword of Nagash was within Skaven.

"Prepare the plan." Mathubad stopped thinking about it, and signaled that his subordinates could prepare to leave.

…………

Autumn season, Old World, Brittany, Earl of Glamorgan.

Ryan is riding his pure-blooded elf warhorse Grape to patrol his territory. His army is temporarily disbanded except for the dwarves and knights. The soldiers are busy going home for the autumn harvest. This year is another good year for a good harvest. The barns were piled high, everyone had a smile on their faces, and groups of children were playing and frolic in the countryside.

The serfs used carts or burdens to transport food. First, Morgiana's prophets of the Lake God levied tithes, and then Lane's taxmen levied fixed taxes. After the two taxes were paid, the rest of the food belonged to the serfs. Own.

The horse-drawn carriage industry has emerged in the territory, and some serfs have begun to change their appearances into carriage drivers, shouting for business. Lane even saw that some serfs have begun to hire people to help them harvest food. Markets are gradually forming in the villages, and some merchants are transporting horse-drawn carriages. Along the way, some dwarves from the Angrond clan joined them, selling dwarves' farm implements and daily necessities.

The number of windmills and waterwheels in the territory is increasing. Some of Lane's craftsmen have no time to build the waterwheel. The serfs even pooled money to hire dwarves to help them build the waterwheel first. Some serfs who have learned a skill choose to move in. In the city, they rely on their own skills and craftsmanship to eat, or they open shops in the city and work for the knights or merchants. They gradually gain wealth and higher social status through their hard work.

A new class is sprouting, collectively known as the Freedmen, who represent the enterprising collective of serfs eager to change their fortunes, and these people are gradually becoming the glue that fills the insurmountable gap between serfs and nobles.

The oracle of the fairy in the lake brought great hope to this emerging class. Every enterprising serf realized that if he wanted to become a free man or even a knight, he had to go to the battlefield and make military exploits. While buying a complete set of soldier equipment and weapons for recruitment, he will never return to the countryside to work hard. There is no farmland in the town, but there are opportunities.

"It's really a prosperous rural scene. In the past few years, the number of free people has risen from a few hundred at the beginning to two thousand now." Ryan looked at the fiery harvest scene and the smiles on the faces of the serfs~www. wuxiaspot.com~ He said to Surya next to him: "There will be more in the future. If this continues, my army will gradually be out of production."

"Apothecaries, armourers, bowmakers, winemakers, scribes, carpenters, cartographers, gem cutters, gunsmiths, herbalists, vendors, boat builders, blacksmiths, stonemasons, tailors, and weapon craftsmen, in your I can almost see all types of craftsmen in the whole old world." Surya raised her chin, and the countess threw a wink at Ryan and said tenderly, "Ryan~ You're still doing a good job. , did not waste my trust~"

After finishing speaking, the female knight stretched out her small hand and covered her mouth with a snicker: "Interesting~ It's really interesting, now the dukes of the whole country are secretly learning your reforms, you are injecting a fresh blood into this country and bringing Fresh vibe, well done."

"???" Ryan felt strange in his heart, and he asked tentatively, "Suria? What's the matter with you? It's not like you."

"Oh? Why doesn't this look like me? Am I not your beloved wife?" The female knight couldn't stop laughing. She rode the pure-blooded elf and Maricht close to Ryan and said in his ear: "Or, Do you like me to be more serious?"

"You..." Ryan's face slowly turned dark: "You are not Suria!"

"Hehehe~ I was found out, this is a reward for you~" The female knight patted her plump **** with great interest, making it bounce for a while, and she gently kissed Ryan's face : "This is the deposit, wait and more, wait until we get to my tower."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Ryan was acutely aware of the problem.

"The situation has changed, my champion." "Suria"'s face also became serious: "Go to my tower and let's talk in detail."

"it is good."