Proof of the Sun King

Wyverns are generally considered to be one of the scourges of the old world. These creatures are meters in size, living in dark caves and nesting on high mountains. These creatures are crazy and irrational. They attack to enter Any enemy in their own territory, and often include powerful opponents such as griffins and hippogryphs in their attack range, which makes the wyverns often die at the hands of those noble animals, but there are also many bipeds. Wyverns can win those incredible wars. This kind of character and hobby immersed in the battle itself is quite imaginary with greenskins. Therefore, many wyverns choose to become the mounts of greenskin warlords, and there is no reason for this cooperation.

The expedition knight Karad frowned, the gray-green figure, the sharp horns on his head, the tail with barbed spines, and the clumsy flapping of his wings in the air, there is no doubt that it must be a bipedal dragon.

And it is also a wyvern that comes out for food in winter due to hunger.

"Concealment! Prepare to shoot!" Bellegar's loud cry made people react. Under Bellegar's command, people were looking for cover in the wilderness, the dwarves squatted in place, and Bertrand howled loudly: " Get down! Conceal!"

The roar of the beast resounded through the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the cave in the mountains to forage. Even though the Wyvern at this time knew that its action was very dangerous, it had to eat!

This made it even more ferocious. It used its wings to glide through the sky unskillfully, spitting crimson flames from its mouth, and the stench of beasts permeated the air, making it disgusting.

Almost all the serfs felt terrified, they screamed to escape, the dwarves escaped, and the lower IQ of the two-footed dragon was also vividly displayed.

It spewed fire too early, which caused the serfs to find that the flame of the bipedal dragon was at least 30 to 40 meters away from themselves after evading, so after fleeing in a panic, the serfs ordered Bertrand loudly Gathered together, and raised the longbow and hand crossbow in their hands towards the two-footed dragon.

"Fire!" A shredded and dense rain of arrows swept across the sky and flew towards the Wyvern. Seeing this scene, Callard just shook his head flatly. If the Wyvern was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be like this. One of the famous monsters.

Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows just touched the body of the flying dragon, the beast's entire body with hard scales, and ordinary arrows couldn't hurt it at all. On the contrary, it made a mocking howl, its wings were afraid of being hit, and the dense The rain of arrows was continuously knocked down by it, and the flying dragon howled triumphantly, ready to glide and dive down from the air.

Likewise, the dwarves sneered, and the chief engineer of the Angrond clan, Halhavel-Golden Harvester, raised the dwarf hand cannon in his hand.

"Boom!" The dull roar of the hand cannon overwhelmed the sound of the battlefield, and a sharp bursting projectile tore apart the flesh and blood of the bipedal dragon from the side, spewing a string of dark red blood in the air, and then, deeply The projectile embedded in the dragon's flesh exploded.

Flesh and blood splattered, and a scorched blood hole exploded on the beast's back. It screamed and fell from the air, landing on the wilderness in the distance.

"Exploding projectiles are really good things, but unfortunately they are produced very rarely. We have to rely on the bright fire witch and her apprentice to make them. It is said that only fifty pieces can be produced a month." Bellegar said to his chief engineer. : "If possible, I wish all the Thunder Gunners of our clan were equipped with this thing."

"There are always few good things." Halhave Goldman said in a low voice, "There are also flowering projectiles. We can also try the power of this thing to suppress the bandits this time."

"Um."

Seeing the two-footed flying dragon that fell not far away, Karad frowned.

The use of ranged weapons by the dwarves was seen as an act of disgrace in Karad, instead, they broke Karad's expectations that he would have offered this prey as a sacrifice to the fairies of the lake at the Festival of Winter Veil. Taste.

However, Karad knew that he could not ask the dwarves according to the standard of chivalry, so the knight dismounted and walked towards the place where the wyvern was.

Even if the Wyvern is injured, this beast still maintains a strong ferocity, or, because of the injury, it is even crazier than before.

"Ma'am, please continue to bless me to win, my heart, my soul, all belong to you." Karad said silently, he raised the divine sword "Durandelle" in his hand, ready to fight.

Whenever he clenched the sword in his hand, Callard always felt that Jules did not seem to leave, the amiable Holy Grail Knight Commander was fighting with him, and the bond of inheritance was formed between chivalry, whenever A powerful enemy fell in front of him, and he always felt that he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.

The injured bipedal dragon roared angrily, it slammed into a dragon carriage, opened its mouth wide, and rushed towards it.

Callard slid sideways quickly. The expedition knight was full of infinite power. In his long combat career, Callard had integrated all the martial arts of his body. He had never felt that his body was like an arm and a finger. Didn't feel that his strength was so strong, the big **** mouth and forked tongue of the wyvern only bit the air, Karad's arms were tense, Durandel drew a circle in the air, and then pierced into the air. The dragon's neck stretched out.

Try this, beast, Callard recited it in his heart, the recoil from the blade almost made him fly out, but he still stabilized his body, and the blade pierced deeply into the wyvern's body. The neck, however, the tight muscles, the scales explained, and the solid bones prevented the Wyvern from being decapitated by this sword. On the contrary, Karad did not try to continue the attack, he immediately drew the sword in his hand and raised it towards the air.

"Clang~" The poisonous thorn on the tail of the double-footed flying dragon was blocked by this sword. Karad released his rage cautiously. The painful expression made Karad feel deeply happy. He suddenly regretted why he failed to decapitate the flying dragon just now. He missed such a good opportunity and his battle was forced to prolong.

The battle with the beast is not training, and the bipedal dragon is not a stake. The beast endured the pain and used its sharp horns to put it on Karad's chest. The well-made plate armor made a twisting sound. , Karad felt a dull pain in his chest, he swung back with his sword, the sharp blade brushed the sharp corners of the bipedal dragon, sparks splashed everywhere, facing the second blow of the bipedal dragon, Karad had to withdraw his sword to resist, his The body flew out and landed on the ground four or five meters away.

Heart-wrenching pain, Callard felt that he should still be able to get up, and he did it. Fortunately, the Wyvern was attacked from the side after repulsing him. Sir Bertrand had the power of sparks. The bow and arrow attacked the monster despicably: "Lord Callard, do you need help?"

"..." Callard clenched the hilt in his hand, he was thinking about what made him fall from an advantage to a disadvantage? arrogant? underestimate the enemy? Or arrogant?

This is really another test given to me by the lady. I die, or this monster dies, Karad thought, he rejected Bertrand's support, and he has to face this bipedal dragon alone.

Karad raised his sword again and ran forward. Now, the Wyvern is now seriously injured, and the blood loss monster was forced to realize that it had to use all its strength to escape, but Karad would not give it this chance: "For the sake of Miss!"

Durandel stabbed into the neck of the bipedal dragon again, and the blood spurted soaked the blade of the long sword, and also dyed Karad's burqa and the nearby snow. The flying dragon twisted his body frantically, which made Karad almost fly out. The expedition knight stubbornly controlled his body. He drew out his sword and stabbed fiercely at the blood of the two-footed dragon. Going down: "In the name of a lady! Sentence you to death! Monster!"

The sound of the blade tearing flesh and blood came one after another, and the Wyvern was trying to flap its wings in a scream, but Karad didn't intend to give his enemy any more chance. He held the Wyvern's sharp horn with one hand. , the other hand will force the blade into the monster's head.

"Woo~woooooo~" With the deepening of the blade, the monster gradually stopped moving, and its body stopped moving completely after a while of stiffness.

"Ah~~" Callard was also damaged in many places at this time. He let out a breath and cut off the head of the bipedal dragon with a sword. Then the expedition knight knelt down reverently, and he prayed to the head. , thanking his lady for the victory.

The prayers of the expedition knight did not come to nothing. In the fog and the light belonging to the lake god, a beautiful figure loomed in the thick fog. She smiled back at Callard, and then dispersed and disappeared.

Seeing the fleeting figure of the fairy in the lake, all the serfs knelt down.

Callard only felt an indescribable sense of relief welling up in his heart, and the fairy in the lake blessed his battle, which made him even stronger.

"Are all Holy Grail Knights in this country trained like this?" Bellegar muttered to himself in the distance: "Oh my God, this is not easy, how many people will die like this?"

"But I'm very envious... I'm not even qualified to go on an expedition." Sir Bertrand stroked his beard, and then he shouted: "Lord Callard, do you need to rest?"

"No, this is just an episode in the journey, you go to clean the battlefield." Callard shook his head indifferently, this was just the tithing he gave to the fairy in the lake during his journey.

The soldiers immediately surrounded the wyvern, especially Bertrand. He pulled out his sharp knife and plucked out the wyvern's heart. The sergeant wanted to use the wyvern's heart to make new black arrows.

After cleaning the battlefield, the army moved on.

A day later, the army reunited with a group of ranger knights sent by Hagen, Duke of Guisoleaux, led by a kingdom knight whose name was Sir Coulson: "It is an honour to be with you. Meet here, King Bellegar, Lord Callard, Ser Bertrand."

"Salute to you, Sir Coulson, where is the rebel's stronghold?" Bellegar said loudly. "I want to get things sorted out quickly and start building the trading post."

"If you wish, I will take you there."

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On the mountain road, the serf army huddled together and moved slowly. Captain Raymond clenched his halberd in both hands, and he exhaled one after another: "Damn, I miss my mother's stew, Winter Veil Festival. It's not a good idea to go out and fight."

"But you are the earl's soldier. Since the earl has an order, we must go out." Bertrand walked not far from him, and the newly promoted knight looked quite proud: "At least, the earl has distributed it to us. All rations, and full military pay, right?"

"Well, I really didn't expect that one of me... could actually get to this point. I thought the count just needed a Raymond to help him farm and work, but I... became a halberdier, Raymond, To my current captain, Raymond, I am forever grateful for the promotion the Earl has given me, forever." Wearing a beautiful breastplate, then leggings and a round hat with three feathers, the captain had a low The voice said: "You say, Sir Bertrand, I want to send my brother Thomas to be an apprentice to the dwarves, they will either?"

"Your brother?" There were five new black arrows in the silver quiver behind Bertrand.

"Well, I have an old mother and a younger brother. My mother is now sewing needlework for some knight masters in the city, and she can earn a dozen silver coins a month. My younger brother is now apprenticing to the carpenter in the city, but I heard that there are limited carpenters there." Raymond hesitated.

"I think it's okay. Compared with dwarves, the level of human craftsmen is indeed much lower." Bertrand suddenly sighed: "I have a child in the future, I must let him study, I support you, Ray Meng boy."

"Okay, then I'll go back and talk to Mr. Hux... Now it should be called Baron, I'll tell him when I go back!" Raymond was very excited to see that he had Bertrand's support: "Thank you for your Suggestion, Sir Bertrand."

"Don't be too happy, boy Raymond, think about what's in front of you first!" Bertrand suddenly smiled: "Everything you have come from heroic battles, you must show your worth, Now that our dwarven allies are nearby, if you can brighten their eyes, maybe a better opportunity awaits your brother."

"Alas! Good!"

On the Grey Mountains, the cottages of the rebel serfs are built on the distant mountains. These cottages are built on the mountains~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Most of them just use very simple wood materials and stone materials, and the rebel serfs use short bows And slings and many traps to protect themselves, if this were in the Empire, they would have been pacified by the Empire's standing army and even conscripts.

However, in Brittany, the knights really have no way to take these cottages. The trebuchets can't be transported here, and the number of people is too small to capture these cottages. Too many people are really worth the loss. The Duke of Hagen needs these The army helped him maintain law and order.

"In the name of the duke, the rebellious serfs, come out immediately to surrender to the noble duke of Guisoleaux, the most orthodox heir to the first twelve Holy Grail Knights of Beren!" Sir Coulson shouted at the cottage.

The rebellious serfs above the fort were in tatters, and they responded with a sparse rain of arrows to Sir Coulson's persuasion.

"It seems that the negotiation failed." Callard frowned.

"No, the negotiation is still going on. I mean, we should negotiate in a different way." Bellegar stood on his ancestral oath stone: "Friends, there are many ways to negotiate, and your negotiation method is obviously wrong. ."

Just behind him, a dwarf heavy cannon had been loaded, and the dwarf engineer gave a thumbs up to the location of the cottage: "Raise the elevation angle by 5°13'!"

"5°13'!"

"fire!"

"Boom!" From the roar of the cannon's muzzle, the flaming cannonballs that flew out fell on the tower of the cottage, and the civil engineering splashed. The entire tower, along with the seven or eight rebel serfs standing on it, all fell to pieces.

"Very well, now is the time to negotiate, Sir Coulson, please keep talking."

"In the name of Duke Hagen, the rebellious serfs, come out immediately to surrender to the noble Duke of Guisoleaux, the most orthodox heir to the first twelve Holy Grail Knights of Beren!"