Proof of the Sun King

PS: Sorry for being late, I went out to play today, but the elders in the same group insisted on going all over again, which took a lot of time, sorry.

The challenge from Princess Attila was a bit wishful and showy, Ryan didn't know why, but he still decided to take on it.

On the one hand, it was because Princess Attila took the initiative to challenge and it was an honorary duel. The two had equal identities, and Ryan had no reason to refuse. On the other hand, it was also because the arrogant appearance of the high elves during this period of time made Ryan quite upset.

In this way, the two sides were surrounded by tens of thousands of high elves and dozens of human officers. Ryan and Princess Attila walked to the open space of the high elves' barracks in the inner city. This was a circular gladiator with a diameter of almost 30 meters. field.

"Both sides can use their own weapons. Attacking the opponent's arm counts as one point, attacking the opponent's body for two points, and attacking the opponent's head for three points." Princess Attila coldly emphasized the rules of the duel of honor: "The accumulation of Whoever gets three points or loses the ability to resist is considered a loser, do you hear it clearly? The King of Knights?"

"I have a doubt. If it is a real sword duel, how can we ensure that we will not accidentally get hurt?" Ryan raised his hand, and the King of Knights said with a smile.

In the entire barracks, the high-quality soldiers and the high-quality nobles nearby who came to watch the play burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Humans also know how to be afraid?"

"Yeah, after all, that's Princess Attila, who relied on an elite army to repel Slaanesh's Chosen Champion Prince Sigwald and the hero of the Chaos Barbarian Legion!"

"Guess how many times Princess Attila can bring down this human knight king?"

"I guess, the other party said that he is also a famous human hero, the victor of the Bafengshan Great Expedition, about... 30 strokes?"

"I guess twenty-five moves!"

"Hey, why are you so conservative, within fifteen moves, you will see the difference."

On the stands of the military camp, high-quality nobles made various bets. The inner city of Lothern was full of high-precision nobles. Many nobles’ ancestors can be traced back to the time when the Elf Empire was just established. Most of them have noble blood, The family is rich and proud of participating in various high-quality political activities, and also proud of participating in various wars. Many of them are the children of the great nobles who have served as the guards of the gates of the five high-quality fortresses all year round, and most of them have it on the family coat of arms. The pattern of the gates of the five fortresses.

From this aspect alone, the high elves still seem to be martial.

However, since the poet King Isis, the spirit of the high elves' martial arts can no longer be compared with the glorious past. Most of these high-level nobles in the field are just going to serve in a few fortress gates for a few decades to get their qualifications. This kind of routine has been common since ancient times, so I won't talk about it here.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it." Princess Attila was quite confident, her lake-green eyes fixed on Ryan with a look of disdain: "As for you, as the King of Knights, you can even control your ability to act. None?"

"Very good." Ryan didn't say more, that's what he was waiting for.

The two sides entered the venue and began to prepare for an honorable duel. Princess Attila raised the elf-quenched long sword in her hand, and she recited a motto: "Lucky favors the brave."

"I am the holy hammer, pierce the light of darkness." Ryan also drew out the goddess of nemesis. The white gold flame and light blue light surrounded the sword of the goddess of nemesis, and Ryan's whole body was looming in the white gold psionic flame and lightning. .

Many high-level nobles are still laughing at this knight king's self-esteem and self-esteem, and the light that pierces the darkness is what you monkeys dare to say casually? What's the virtue of not taking a **** and taking pictures of yourself?

However, a small number of high-level nobles who have fought on the battlefield and faced dark elves, northern barbarians or beasts in the Anulli Mountains have closed their mouths, and even Princess Attila herself has felt something bad.

The power that spews out of this human being...

The expression of Azharion, who was standing on the sidelines coldly, changed slightly. He immediately reached out and held the hilt of the Azharion's fangs sword at his waist, and walked quickly to the side of the arena, ready to shoot at any time.

The duel began, and the two sides strode into the arena.

Princess Attila's height can only be considered above average among elves, but it is still about 1.75 meters. She raised her head and looked at Ryan in front of her. A stride rushed towards Ryan: "For Tyronlock, for Osuan!"

The quenched long sword slammed down, the target hit Ryan's wrist holding the sword, and the silver sword edge turned into a stream of training.

Ryan was calm and calm. He first took a lateral step to avoid Princess Attila's attack. The Nemesis took a white gold flame and cut it from the air, hitting the middle of the quenched long sword directly. Princess Attila groaned, The huge force from the sword almost made her unable to hold the hilt.

And Ryan's storm-like attack has just begun.

The Nemesis radiated wisps of platinum fire in the air, hitting the middle of the quenched long sword's blade. In the blink of an eye, several attacks from top to bottom forced Princess Attila to retreat, and the Elf Princess was forced to hold the sword with both hands. The handle was raised, trying to drain Ryan's power and find a little space under his exquisite swordsmanship to try to counterattack.

There was no chance, the Nemesis swept past, the blade turned into dozens of phantoms, first slammed the left side, and then quickly retreated to withdraw the sword, Ryan turned a gorgeous back and let the Nemesis draw an arc in the air. Slash down and attack from the other side.

Princess Attila had to move the blade again to try to block.

Slashing, slashing, the goddess of nemesis and the quenched long sword intersected in the middle of the blade. Under Ryan's control, they spun a circle, turned the wrist and picked it up, and the long sword in the hand of the elf princess flew directly into the sky. Before Princess La could react, the King of Knights lightly switched the Nemesis to his left hand, and his right hand quickly stretched out the flower fan that the Elf Princess had pinned to her waist, and opened it.

In the next second, the open flower fan's bone rested on Attila's throat: "That's it? I think I should have won. Her Royal Highness, please accept it. According to Asul's custom, I can declare victory. Is it?"

The audience was silent, and the audience was stunned.

Only the human side burst into cheers. At this time, both the old guard officers and the Phoenix Guards couldn't help shouting loudly. Even the always serious Julius smiled, thinking about this Brother-in-law did a great job.

Azharion the Grim found that the longsword around his waist was only half drawn.

"...It's impossible!" Princess Attila didn't realize that she actually lost, with less than ten moves! She was defeated, her face was pale, and she took two steps back: "No, this is impossible, your swordsmanship cannot be comparable to the war lord."

"So all the Asuls are the kind of guys who refuse to admit defeat?" Ryan smiled and put down the flower fan in his hand, and the King of Knights' face was full of contempt and irony: "If you win, you will blow it, and if you lose, you will not admit it? I've experienced it once with Eslai, and I didn't expect to experience it again with Assur."

"I didn't deny it!" Princess Attila couldn't hold back her face. The Elf Princess took a few steps back, her face was gloomy, but she finally lowered her head: "I admit defeat, you win, human."

"Heh." Ryan let out a sneer from his throat. He knew in his heart that it was not that the Elf Princess did not admit defeat, but she secretly changed the concept. Being defeated and voluntarily admitting defeat are two concepts.

As expected of a high elves, even if they are defeated, there is still a way of saying, but high elves are not as shameless and accustomed to tearing up treaties as wood elves, so Ryan doesn't bother to care. He took back the flower fan in his hand and thought about it. Decided to give the other party a step down: "Forget it, I heard that Assur's duel of honor has so-called prizes, I don't want any prizes anymore, this fan is my prize."

"But, it was given to me by the war lord..." The Elf Princess reached out and picked up the long sword that had fallen aside, and she said anxiously, "Can you change it?"

"If you lose, you lose." At this time, Tyrion came quickly with a team of silver helmeted knights, and he sighed after seeing Princess Attila's defeat: "Give it to him, I will give you another one later. New one for you."

"Cut, a pervert with a special hobby for women's accessories!"

"Shameless, humans must have taken medicine!"

"Compare again, compare again!"

"It doesn't matter if you win with swordsmanship, you should compare with other things, like bows and arrows!"

The elf nobles in the nearby stands shouted one after another.

Tyrion's face was a little bit awkward. He knew the strength of Princess Attila. This elf princess used to be his attendant, and she had a little bit of an unclear relationship with him. The war lord thought that it was no wonder that Lilith chose the human. I'm almost catching up with me as the Guardian of Ulthuan and the Eternal Queen's Chosen Champion.

It seems that we can no longer be called monkeys in the future. Also, the strength of human beings must be re-evaluated. Tyrion has many thoughts in his mind. The fighting power displayed by this group of humans is really amazing. With this kind of fighting power...

"Ryan, you are amazing, you defeated the elf princess at once, and took her flower fan as a trophy." Suria was very proud to watch Ryan come back victorious, and she also looked at Ryan with interest. Flower fan in hand: "Do you particularly like this thing?"

"It's for you." Ryan quickly handed the flower fan to his wife. He smiled and said, "I can't pretend that nothing happens, right?"

"Let's put it here." Surya didn't want anything that other women had used in her heart, but the knight queen wouldn't embarrass Ryan in public, she knew that Ryan was going to give the high elves a disgrace.

Sure enough, the high-precision aspect is somewhat shameful, and the swordsmanship is not as good as they recognize, but another elf prince stood up immediately: "I am Prince Yrel from the kingdom of Elion, human, I ask you to compare arrows with you. technique."

"I don't know how to shoot arrows." Ryan was very frank about this: "I am a knight, and I have not experienced bow and arrow training."

"It's your business that you haven't been trained. Since you are a king, you can't bow and arrow, so is it that you humans will admit defeat in this game?" Prince Yrel said rather arrogantly: "Even if it is a flat game. already?"

"I didn't say I shouldn't fight." Ryan smiled: "Bertrand? Are you going to compete with this elf prince?"

"As ordered!" Sir Bertrand, the commander of the old guard, strode out of the old guard. His eagle eyes were burning with the fire of the hunter, and he was holding a super artifact blessed by Taal and Leia—— The Bow of Tarr, walked in front of Prince Yrel: "I'm coming! How to compare?"

"Please." Prince Yrel couldn't stop sneering in his heart. Can human archery be compared to Asul?

"First compare the shot accurately, then compare the shot far!"

"it is good!"

The two sides began to compete.

The first 50-meter target came up. Bertrand and Yrel each shot five arrows, all of which hit ten rings.

"One hundred meters!"

The two shot five arrows each, and they all hit ten rings!

"Two hundred meters!"

Bertrand tightened his bow, and the arrows he shot crossed the sky like shooting stars! fall down.

"Ten rings!"

Two hundred and fifty meters, or ten rings!

Three hundred meters, ten rings!

Three hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

Four hundred meters, hit the ninth ring!

The audience was shocked, and even Tyrion couldn't shut his mouth in surprise. All the tens of thousands of high-level elites were quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Are these humans monsters?

Prince Yrel's face was even more ashes. His target of 350 meters could not hit the fifth ring, and even the target of 400 meters could not be hit.

What is the origin of this human being, why haven't we heard of it? Isn't it said that the strongest archery master of mankind is Marcus Wolfhardt, the hunter marshal of the Empire? Why did this guy named Bertrand suddenly appear?

Half of the sea and half of the flames, the humans cheered collectively, and the sound even covered the entire military camp of tens of thousands of high-level troops.

"Hahaha, that's it? That's it?" Ryan smugly stretched out his hand and patted Bertrand's shoulder to show his encouragement. He said to Tyrion: "That's it? Excuse me, Lord of War, we are now qualified to evaluate the high elves. Are you fighting?"

"...His Majesty the King of Knights is joking, you are originally qualified." Tyrion and the high-quality nobles onlookers only felt hot on their faces, and the war lord followed with a smile: "We are allies, don't be so outside. "

In this way, the military parade that was originally used to frighten the human army has become a place for Ryan and others to declare their strength. A high-level military song "The Phoenix Flag Never Falls" even brought the military parade to an end.

In the end, when Ryan was about to leave, he secretly put a piece of his psychic-infused crystal in an inconspicuous corner of the inner city, and then he could use it as a coordinate to teleport directly.

...... I am this? That's it? ! The dividing line of ......

Everyone thought that after the military parade was over, the high-level army would soon start.

The result is not.

In mid-November, two weeks after the army had assembled in Lothern, the High Elf War Council was still meeting and arguing over who would command the army, how to fight, how to command, and how to allocate troops. .

Grinding, the slow-moving high elves made Ryan and Fugan very impatient, but now the high-elf army is stationed in the inner city, and now it is courting death to send in, so Ryan and others have to continue to wait for the opportunity.

At the same time, in the small palace in the corner of the outer city of Lothern.

It was still a dark room, still the familiar floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the figure of the Witch King appeared in the mirror: "How is the pseudo-royal court? Why haven't you reported the action plan to me? You will be punished because of your incompetence. Punishment, Olmos!"

"Your Majesty, the pseudo-royal court has been unable to come up with a suitable military plan and deployment. I am anxious for them, really." Shadow said in an apologetic tone: "I have investigated many times, and the war council has not yet reached an agreement. ."

"That sounds funny." Malekith said humorously, but Shadow could feel the anger in his voice, and he bent down in fear so that the Witch King couldn't see his expression: "That's true. Consistent with mother's judgment, our cousins ​​will never be united without external pressure."

"The witch queen also has news, Your Majesty?" Shadow asked humbly: "Can you share it? This is an important help for our next actions."

"Mother knows these cousins ​​well, even better than herself," Malekith said casually. "She has thousands of years of connections to the hedonistic sect on Ulthuan, and even I don't know all the connections. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You don't want to know."

"Yes." Shadow hurriedly bowed in humility.

What a speech from the Witch King, Malekith doesn't care about deception and self-assertion, he only cares if you are useful to him, he knows everything, even if he doesn't know, he will say he knows, because he is the Witch King , and when he admits that he doesn't know, he certainly knows everything, and observes everything with a foolish expression.

Again, only when Malekith is really close to his goal does he make this nonchalant look, so that everyone can't understand what he's thinking.

After a while of silence, the shadow asked humbly, "Your Majesty, so what should I do next? Please clarify."

Malekith continued to be silent for several minutes, and the humble servant knew that his master was thinking about everything, using his incomparably intelligent mind and broad overall view to comprehensively plan everything.

After a long time, the mirror finally spoke: "Forget it, we don't have time to wait for this group of weak and useless relatives to grind away, I will immediately contact our undead ally and Lord Kraken, Loxia-Degenerate Heart, let me They are starting to prepare to attack the kingdom of Tyronlok!"

"Tularis-Dread and his army of Cairne will attack Nagalis and the Desolate Isles from the north of Ulthuan!"

"The Skaven promises to create a flying machine to disrupt the Maelstrom, so that the Keepers and their legions will appear on the safe island of Usu!"

"Your task is to communicate the military deployment and strategic and tactical plans of this group of relatives... If there are any, communicate them to me as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" Shadow's voice could not stop the excitement and ecstasy.

Once again, and again, I don't know how many times in six thousand years.

The Great Crusade of Vengeance against Ulthuan is about to begin again!

"Ulthuan, belong to me!"