Proof of the Sun King

ps: I finally caught up, it's not easy for me.

"I need your blood dragon blood to swear here and never return to the kingdom of knights." Lane was blinded by money, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with some difficulty: "Otherwise this agreement is meaningless."

"Yes." Abe Wallace's face was full of arrogance and confidence. Ryan had rarely seen someone with such extreme confidence and arrogance. Abe Wallace was one, and his brother Angron was one. , Landuin counts as one.

The blood dragon ancestor in front of him has absolute confidence in his own strength. The confidence in his eyes is enough to support him to make any decisions and complete any ideas. In short, Aibo Wallace and Angron , like Landuin, they firmly believe that their force can break through all difficulties and destroy all enemies.

Only those who have been through a thousand trials and have withstood every test imaginable can develop this confidence.

Ryan suddenly felt a little regretful, and he couldn't help recalling the unfinished duel between him and Randuin.

Yep, an unfinished showdown.

In fact, the duel between Ryan and Randuin was not fair. This unfairness was reflected in the fact that Randuin was at the peak of the sanctuary, and the strength of the demigod was close to that of the holy grail knight of the first-level sanctuary. The unfairness was also reflected in the As a living person, Ryan can recover infinitely from his physical strength and injuries, which is determined by his strong resilience as a genetic primarch.

But Randuin will not recover in terms of physical strength or injury, because he is already a dead man, and the divine power of the fairy in the lake can only revive him temporarily, and cannot make him really become a living person, which is doomed to Randuin. He will get weaker and weaker, his injuries will only get worse, and his stamina will only become exhausted.

Therefore, it is unpleasant to say that Ryan reluctantly defeated the opponent by relying on his ability to carry and fight and forcibly exhausted Randuin's physical strength. If Randuin is alive, I really don't know how long it will take to decide the winner. .

"If that's the case, then let's make a deal." Ryan was relieved after seeing Abbott Wallace nodded, and he said in a muffled voice, "How are you going to take away your blood descendants? I know, there are more than There are only vampires from the blood dragon family, and I only promised to let go of the blood dragonborn vampires, but I did not promise to let go of all the undead."

"When you break Musilon, I will naturally enter the city and take away all my blood descendants." The blood dragon ancestor has absolute confidence in this, and his voice is full of indifference: "Even if you attack the city, you will be ."

"I see." Ryan nodded. He looked at the blood dragon ancestor with some caution, and seemed to be hesitating whether to leave now or call someone to remove the wealth.

"Leave it to me." The green knight's ethereal voice came: "I will transport these wealth to your castle in Jean with the lost sons."

"Thank you very much! His Royal Highness the Green Knight." Ryan quickly expressed his gratitude to the Green Knight.

"Go, go and conquer Musilon and fulfill Landuin's last wish. This land has been lost for too long, and it should be redeemed." The green knight nodded slowly, and he signaled that Ryan could prepare to attack the city.

"Young knight." Just as Ryan turned to leave, the blood dragon ancestor said: "I look forward to a duel with you, and there will be a duel between us after all."

"But it won't be now." Ryan looked back, he knew that Aibo Wallace was happy to see the hunt.

This is the blood dragon, and Abbot Wallace's life creed is the perfect mastery of the art of combat. For other vampires, they love to enjoy, desire to rule, and learn magic, but these are secondary to the blood dragon family. The only thing the blood dragonborn really care about is fighting. They believe that the pureness they pursue will bring them everything. They will become the ultimate warrior and surpass the shackles of vampires and touch the realm of the gods.

Like Able Wallace standing on top of a mountain and throwing a red fire dragon down a cliff with mortal arms.

"Don't taste fresh blood is not a sharp blade."

Blood Dragon Patriarch Aibo Wallace

"Yes, not now." Able Wallace's voice was full of excitement: "I have had a fight with those golden corncobs in your territory, which made me very happy, I Love a worthy opponent like this."

"???!!!"

"Go, go and break Musillon, and I will naturally appear at that time." The blood dragon ancestor didn't say more, he signaled that Ryan could go: "Except for my children, Musilon's other undead are at your disposal. ."

"I understand." Ryan couldn't help but glanced at the amazing wealth in the box again. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and a little enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He understood why even the emperor would compromise on some issues. .

Because the situation is stronger than human beings, even the Lord of Humanity will encounter painful choices on many issues. Many times ideals are just a slogan. If they can’t be grounded, everything is empty talk.

This is what my father-in-law has always taught Ryan. In foreign affairs and domestic affairs, there are some things you have to insist on, and some things you have to learn to compromise.

At this juncture, Ryan needs money too much, and in the face of so much money, he has to compromise.

Allowing the blood dragon ancestor to take away his blood descendants is a compromise.

To ask them to swear never to return to the kingdom of knights is insistence.

"There is a scripture of etiquette and a right." Ryan muttered, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Perhaps you are right." Able Wallace's face was a little reminiscent: "He changed this kingdom."

"...This kingdom needs new strength." The green knight's voice was a little sad: "Landuin has entrusted everything to Ryan, and time will tell."

...... I am he who changed the dividing line of the kingdom......

Three days later, within the camp of Musillon's siege army.

Several large iron **** with thorns were placed in front of the dwarf craftsman. The dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan had a gray face, and his body exuded a strong smell of black gunpowder. Many onlookers suspected that as long as there was a little spark, the dwarf engineer It will explode on the spot.

Opening the cork of the glass bottle, the last bit of black powder was poured into the big iron ball. Dugan-Tiehan nodded: "Then, that's almost it."

"Hahaha~ This is all our stock, enough for the damned undead to taste the wrath of the dwarves." Halhaf Gold Hunter, chief engineer of the Angland clan, also said: "This is the magic of the dwarves. "

"Ah? I heard that the magic of dwarves is not rune magic?" Ryan watched the result from the side.

"No." Bellegar stroked his long beard, and the King of Eight Peaks shook his head: "In history, there has been a dwarf magician, which is already a very old story. At that time, you know, Brother Ryan, Eight Peaks was the first fortress of the dwarves, and its history is older than what is now Karaz-a-Karak."

"Hmm~ Then why did you lose your magic in the end?" The wood elf lord Alaros hates this kind of temporary workshop full of steel and gunpowder, but Ariel's chosen champion does feel a sense of these histories. curious.

The history of wood elves is basically passed down by word of mouth. Whenever they are full of food and drink, the Eslays will gather together to light a bonfire and start telling stories. This is how their history is passed down, but after a long evolution Among them, the history of wood elves has been intentionally distorted and seriously modified, and all wood elves know this in their hearts.

Because even the most pure-hearted wood elves still have a position, those disgraceful and disgraceful pasts will be gradually erased and omitted by the "Spring and Autumn Brushwork", while for those glorious, interesting, full of The history of commemorative significance will be continuously exaggerated and enlarged, and then many details will be artificially added.

And Alaros is the victim of this kind of thing. When he and Lilith met, he told all the wood elves about it in one breath because he was too cocky. So this story has evolved into countless versions. It is said that the goddess was moved by Some say that the goddess was moved to wrap her clothes on Alaros' wounds, and some said that the goddess was moved to **** him in the wild on the spot.

Alaros is both proud and aggrieved about this kind of thing. On the one hand, he has a sense of pride that the goddess really favors me, and I am locked up with the goddess. On the other hand, he is actually under the moon with Lilith. After walking for a while, the high elves' moon goddess told him about her plans for a "new world", and hoped that Araros could become the Asuryan of the new world.

It's a pity that Alaros was still too young, too simple and naive at that time, and didn't understand what Lilith was saying.

On the contrary, dwarves are much more reliable about the seriousness of historical records. Dwarves often use their own language to record all events encountered by their family on slates and scrolls, although it is not particularly reasonable, But most of the history recorded by the dwarves is sincere and believable, especially in the Book of Hate.

"Because the wind of magic is not close to dwarves." Bellegar said in a muffled voice: "Even if magic is used reluctantly, it will not take long for a dwarf magician to turn into a stone."

"This is the same as many spellsingers in Athel Loren." Alaros complained: "Some spellsingers even summon Chaos Demons when they fail to cast spells."

"But the ancestors discovered that magic doesn't have to be mediated by the body, and it doesn't have to be used to attack the enemy." Bellegar nodded, thinking that although the wood elves are very annoying, Alaros is not so difficult to contact. Well: "So, some people started trying to fix the wind of magic on the stone and the anvil, and this is..."

"The birth of the rune blacksmith." Ryan understood: "It turns out that the rune blacksmith came like this."

"That's it." Bellegar said a piece of history that attracted everyone's serious listening. He was very proud, thinking that the dwarf's heritage is much stronger than these sharp ears and "inferior product makers", I said a little A little bit of ancient knowledge, these people are only obedient to listen.

Sealing the big iron ball, Dugan-Tiehan said harshly: "Very good, ready, let's start!"

"Okay! Let's get started!"

Thirty minutes later, the siege army finally sounded the horn of the general attack.

This time, Ryan did not hold back. He ordered the entire army to press on. Both the serf soldiers and the knights must participate in this attack. All the troops must take Musillon in one go!

It was dark, and the colorful siege army started the general attack. Several heavy siege vehicles reinforced by dwarves advanced under the protection of the knights. Dozens of artillery opened fire without interruption. , dwarf cannons and organ cannons fired at the same time, and the whistling cannonballs swept through dozens of smoke trails, smashed into the city wall, and blasted the defenders on the city wall into pieces.

"Fire! Fire!" The wood elves and the dwarves also joined the battlefield. The dwarves thundering gunmen poured out ammunition desperately. The wood elves' woodland guards, forest rangers and rangers didn't think about the consumption of arrows at all, and they ran at full speed. shooting.

At this time, the weak link of the undead garrison of Musilon was finally exposed in front of the siege army.

That is vampire, there is no remote, the undead can only be beaten passively.

At this time, the Taras Eagle Guard led by the woodland lord Alaros and the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood led by François also joined the battlefield! The air force riding on giant eagles and flying horses charged down from the sky, spinning and knocking the undead on the city wall into pieces!

"For Orion and Ariel! For Athel Loren!" Alaros rode on the war eagle, pulled the bowstring, and the arrow with the power of star fire accurately hit the shoulder armor of a barren tomb guard. The tomb guard fell wailing.

"For Madam! For Musilon!" Ryan also joined the battle himself, waving Thor's Hammer in his hand, and the figure of the fairy goddess in the lake hovering under the sky like a walking lightning, and a lightning struck The city wall, burning dozens of zombies into a pile of debris, the griffin Impris neighed, it spewed lightning, and rushed around, carefully avoiding the magic released by the necromancers, it just had a good meal, Now is the time to get some exercise after meals!

"Roar! Roar~~~" Even the Twilight sisters of the wood elves joined the war, and a forest dragon flew into the sky, spitting out a deadly dragon breath.

Bellegar also personally led the siege vehicles to attack the city gate. Angrand vowed that the guards would crowd together, forming a tight shield wall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The siege vehicles gradually approached the city gate of Mousillon , the siege column carved with Grimnir's head slammed on the city gate, and Musillon's city gate made a muffled sound.

But the city gate is still indestructible. The castle of Musilon has been under the management of the undead for two or three hundred years. Not even a battering ram made by dwarves could shake this gate.

Standing on the city wall, the blood dragon family vampire baron roared again and again: "Go on! Go on attack! Mortals! Do you have this strength? This is not enough! Far from enough!"

"What else is there, take it out!"

Mousillon's undead do have a proud capital, because even with this level of onslaught, the castle still shows no signs of falling. As for the air force of the siege army, it is only short-lived, because the Pegasus Knights and the Eagle Guards cannot be in the sky for a long time. Flying above, they carry heavily armed knights or wood elf guards that tire quickly.

However, due to the previous series of wars, the number of undead defenders in Musilon has dropped to the lowest point in more than two hundred years, and many places cannot arrange enough guards to protect them. In the face of frontal onslaught, some places are convenient ignored by the undead.

Under Musilon, under the city walls, in the culvert.

The underdrain, which had been filled with violent currents, was now completely frozen by the sorceress's power, revealing a damp, hollow passageway.

Several dwarf engineers carried large iron **** filled with gunpowder into the culvert. They carefully measured the distance and position, as well as the detonation angle.

"It's done!" After careful confirmation many times, the dwarf engineer finally gave a thumbs up: "No problem!"

"let's start!"