Proof of the Sun King

Above the chaotic wasteland, the magma and blizzard roared together, but there are many distorted and grotesque plants on the barren land. Even the rocks and mountains have been distorted by the power of chaos, and the portal of the ancient saint has already cracked a lot. Years, a steady stream of chaotic winds blow to the mortal world.

The land here is immeasurably vast, bordering the savage lands and dark places of Norsca to the south, the Far Eastern Steppe to the southeast, and the cold regions of Nagaroth to the southwest. The Chaos Wasteland is not entirely a natural phenomenon. As early as when the portals of the ancient saints collapsed, this situation gradually spread. The energy in the Chaos Kingdom swept the earth like a tide. In this sense, the Chaos Wasteland can be said to be It is the result of the continuous overlapping of the mortal world and the realm of chaos, so it also constantly reminds mortals that once the world falls into the hands of chaos, all people will be doomed.

On the Chaos Wasteland, there are tens of thousands of barbarian tribes fighting and killing endlessly here. No one knows how many barbarians there are on the Chaos Wasteland. Only elves and dwarves have passed the most conservative estimates. That is, there are at least tens of millions of Chaos population and more than 500,000 Chaos Warriors and higher existences in the Chaos Wasteland in the north.

In addition to the Chaos Wasteland, there are at least 10 million Kurgan warriors on the Kurgan Prairie, and the population of Norsca is at least 5 million.

Until now, the Chaos Wasteland is still expanding, eroding the northern part of the world. Norsca and the northern steppe are not spared, and the environment there has been forever changed by the chaotic energy. For the countless northerners such as the Norsca, Kurgans and Huns living in the wasteland, those rare mutations in the south have long been commonplace in the eyes of northerners, and they regard this kind of Mutation is a gift from the gods to them.

Likewise, the Antarctic Wastes are home to more than ten million Chaos Barbarians and countless Beastmen tribes and demons, but fortunately its distance from other civilizations makes it far less damaging than the constant influx from the Northern Wastes All kinds of troubles appear so direct. The high elves have established three strongholds around the Antarctic, namely the Dawn Fortress, the Rising Sun Fortress and the Dusk Fortress. These three permanent fortresses are well protected from the Antarctic wasteland. Chaos frenzy on .

Tzeentch Divine Chosen Hal - Eternal Eye, the magic master of the prophecy department is making his own suggestion to Dark Iron Motkin: "Eternal Divine Chosen Your Excellency, now is the right time, we should let the vanguard go , first to ravage and torment the weak and incompetent southerners, and then our great army will march south to bring the world to an end."

The blue eyes behind the black iron Motkin's black Chaos helmet fixed on Hal, as if thinking about whether Hal's suggestion was a good choice, or whether to take off his head and treat it as another gift for blood God's gift.

Tzeentch God's Choice couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart. This new Eternal God's Choice has always given people an unfathomable feeling. He even bound Khorne, the bloodthirsty Kaghanke, to the military flag. All those tribes that did not surrender were wiped out.

"No, now may not be the right time." Black Iron Motkin finally shook his head after being silent for a long time: "120,000, maybe a lot, but this number is not enough to defeat the southerners."

"No! This is not important, the important thing is, kill! Slaughter, chop, kill all the enemies!" shouted Kaghank, the bloodthirsty demon of Khorne, the six-meter-high Khorne monster. The demon kept waving the battle axe and the leather whip in his hands: "Chop, kill! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, and the skull is offered to the skull!"

However, in the next second, Motkin threw a punch and smashed the demon's entire face to shreds. The demon of Khorne was blown away from his royal court, smashing countless trophies and falling into blood. In the pool, Eternal God said coldly: "120,000, not enough, far from enough, these troops may be enough to help us break the northern defense line of mankind, but if we want to enter the hinterland of the empire, go to Oleg von Ru The little **** and his family are all destroyed, these troops are not enough, we must assemble more troops."

"Up to six months." Hal-Eternal Eye's twisted horns had a trace of contempt on his face, but he concealed it well: "The Chaos Four Gods Chosen Ulfric-Wanderer's World Walker Legion, Chaos Gods Chosen, Norscan Legion of Norscan High King Varmir-Aeslyn, and Slaanesh's Chosen Champion Prince Sigwald the Beauty and his Legion of Mirrors, and Nurgle's Chosen Champion Fee The Legion of the Sons of the Ending Plague is already on its way."

"Not enough, not enough!" Motkin's voice was cold and full of hatred: "More, how many tribes have not come?"

"At least a thousand tribes' troops have not arrived yet." Tsian Qi Shenxuan bent his waist lower: "In addition, there are at least five hundred tribes in the Kurgan Prairie who are willing to join you. , according to our estimates, there will be at least 300,000 people."

Black Iron Motkin stood up. He looked at the world that belonged to him. Just before the Northern Court, tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and a dozen chaotic demon armies gathered here. Their momentum was shocking. The sky dyed the sky colorful, the power of the **** of chaos spread over this land, and the echoes echoed in the northern wasteland, and in the echoes, there were even more terrible whispers and roars.

Tens of thousands of roars from various voices and the sound of axe blades hitting shields one after another, everyone is waiting to follow the eternal gods to go south and destroy the kingdom of mortals.

However, Dark Iron Motkin shook his head coldly.

Whether it was the previous Khorne Chosen champion Aegir Redeye or the subsequent Nurgle Chosen champion Tamukhan-King of Maggots, their invasion of the South was undoubtedly successful, but it was also a failure.

Chaos' armies marching south can leave thousands of miles uninhabited each time, hunting countless skulls and mortal blood for glory and the gaze of gods, but they are always wiped out and forced to retreat.

Motkin has repeatedly reviewed the achievements and failed endings from the first Eternal Chosen "Unifier" Moka to the most recent Eternal Chosen "Anointed" Isa Kuvar, combining recent decades The failure of the Chaos invasion, the new Eternal Chosen remains awake despite being consumed by the flames of vengeance, and Motkin knows that the different Chaos tribes in the northern wasteland will only swear allegiance to one who has the power to dominate. The leader of sexual power, once the leader falls, his army will quickly disintegrate.

On the contrary, the mortals will abandon their past differences with the emergence of the Chaos army, and they will unite under the oracle and guidance of the gods of order to jointly deal with the army from the north, perhaps Hal's proposal Yes, the Chaos army of 120,000 was enough to break through Kislev's line of defense at the beginning, but it may be difficult to advance further. The huge army will be affected by Kislev's cold environment, countless fortress garrison and the northern part of the empire. The sturdy and tenacious border guards were weakened, dispersed, and stopped.

Then, all the armies of Charlemagne's empire will be concentrated to counterattack under the orders of the false emperor.

If it drags on a little longer, the chivalrous Brittany will start to rush to the empire, followed by elves and dwarves. The number of these immortals may not be enough to form an advantage, but the quality is amazing.

Motkin knew that if he went south rashly, he would be nothing more than stepping on the footsteps of the failures of his predecessors and coming to a spectacular failure that the old world would remember.

Sufficient power must be accumulated, not enough power now, Motkin must wait, waiting for more Chaos troops to arrive, and at the same time he must paralyze the humans of the old world, under his orders, Norsca and the northern wasteland are shrinking troops.

When the North becomes quiet, the Southerners will relax their vigilance, the differences of the past will resurface, and the Southerners' court will re-inflict infighting for a little bit of profit. Motkin knows very well that Kislev is now a strong foreigner and a cadre. , the once glorious past was before the great jihad, after which even the famous Red Tsar Boris Bokaha was only restored to the afterglow of the glorious era of Kislev, and then Katarin even A very powerful ice witch, but she can't compare with the Red Tsar in ruling the country and the army.

According to the intelligence of the Tzeentch believers, Katarin is at best a leader with good strength and a bit of scheming.

Similarly, in the case of the empire, Motkin also received a detailed explanation from Tzeentch's chosen champion, Cha Zanek, that the pseudo-emperor Karl Franz was only able to manage his immediate collar, Rick's collar, the entire empire. The power is scattered and independent, there is no external pressure to unite, and the nobles of the empire are all immersed in the glorious victory of the Norsca Crusade. As long as Motkin is careful, even if the empire is vigilant, even if the fake Emperor Karl and his The courtiers and intelligence agencies felt the danger, and it was impossible for the empire to consolidate in a short time. The electors would think that this was another political conspiracy of the emperor, in order to expand his influence.

Even the Tsian Qi champion can be sure that as long as the speed is fast enough, perhaps the empire will begin to truly realize the crisis and try to unite when the Chaos army invades the empire.

The only lesson the ignorant and backward southern human beings have learned from history is that they never know how to learn.

So on the other side, what about the Bretons?

Motkin looked at the map, and for the first time there was a cautious expression on the face of the eternal gods.

The Knight Kingdom is not that easy to deal with.

The newly appointed king of knights, Ryan Macado, is extremely brave and has a lot of military exploits.

It would be fine if he was alone, but the problem is that, unlike the empire, Ryan has united the knights and nobles who were originally scattered, and judging from his good relationship with the empire, he is likely to choose to help the empire.

The united kingdom of knights and the assembled Holy Grail Knights will explode with terrifying power.

A strategy and tactics must be formulated, and until I complete my revenge, Brittany must not have the opportunity to send reinforcements to the Empire!

Motkin looked at the map carefully. He smeared the map with hot blood on his fingers and started his plan.

The first line, the World Walker Army Group led by the Chaos Four Gods Ulfric-Wanderer, will start from the Ice Dragon Fjord in Norsca and lead directly to Curona, the capital of Brittany.

The second line, the Chaos Four Gods Chosen, Norsca Supreme King Varmir-Aisling will lead the Norsca Mountains Army Group, starting from the Aisling League venue in Norsca, pointing directly to Nord and Oster Lead the northern port of Norden.

The third line, the Chaos Vanguard Army, led by Slaanesh's Chosen Champion Beauty Prince Sigwald and Nurgle's Chosen Champion, will depart from Chaos Festus from the Chaos Wastes, over the Mourning Mountains, and through the High Pass. , smashed the Kislev defenders there, and divided their troops to attack the two large cities of Kislev, Erlengrad and Prager.

In the end, he led the main army to the south again, crossed the Linsk River, and pointed directly to the Empire of Oster.

This time, we will gather more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, 30 Chaos Demon Army, more than 50,000 Chaos Cavalry, thousands of Chaos Chariots, hundreds of monster war gangs and thousands of giant beasts.

There is only one target, the head of Oleg von Zhukov, and the tomb of the ancestors of the elector family in the castle of von Zhukov!

"This will be an unprecedented invasion, the largest since the Great Holy War. We will assemble an army of more than 300,000 people and bring destruction and true civilization to the southerners." Motkin decided to fight The plan: "Wait until all the troops arrive, during which time we have to keep quiet, we want the hypocritical southerners to think that good times are coming, and we can even send people to negotiate with the southerners and ask for peace talks. "

"A great plan." Tzeentch God's Choice Champion Cha-Zanek nodded in approval, and he said softly, "Please give this plan a name, Your Excellency Eternal God's Choice."

"Name? That's meaningless," Motkin said coldly.

"But we need a code name, which is the will of the Demon Bird God." Za-Zan'eke couldn't wait, he had two hideous scars on his face, which were left by Teresa, and he remembered the pair The appearance and names of the sorceress mother and daughter, ready for their own revenge.

"In that case, the code name this time is..." Motkin reluctantly agreed, he thought for a moment, and suddenly recalled the name he saw in an ancient king's tomb in the troll kingdom when he was young.

"This invasion is named... Project Barbarossa!"

…………I am the dividing line of the three-month demise of Kislev…………

Inside the Royal Hotel of the Curona Palace, several dukes were sitting together, waiting for François to start his class.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that all of us are the nobles of the kingdom, and our status and glory all come from the ancestors of our family, the twelve glorious first-generation Holy Grail Knights, am I right? ' Francois whispered, the old man's face very warm.

Several dukes all nodded, this is their foundation, and it is also the origin of the supreme status of the duke family.

They are all noble.

"Where did our noble power, our position, our glory and territory come from?" Francois went on to ask a second question: "Of course, it all came from the twelve great wars that founded the country. And the Holy Grail, no one disagrees with that, right?"

Everyone nodded again. This is politically correct in Brittany and does not allow any doubts.

"Therefore, those of us are all in the same country. Why don't you understand?" Francois sighed and said to the crowd: "You must know that the country is good, we It will be good, the country will exist for a long time, and it will prosper for a long time, and we will exist for a long time and prosper for a long time. A good country is more important than anything else! For us, without the kingdom of knights, we honorable people will be There is no status and glory, do you understand!"

"...That's why you always support Ryan?" Bodrick thought thoughtfully, and Duke Poseidon also put down the bowl and spoon.

"Because Ryan can make the country better! Don't you understand?" Francois shook his head with a wry smile: "I said, if the country is good, only our nobles will be good, only if you think about it carefully, reduce Taxes, building fortresses, encouraging population circulation, isn't Ryan for the good of the country?"

"But he sacrificed us!" Duke Hagen couldn't take it anymore, and Duke Guisoleaux was still a little dissatisfied: "I also know that he is for the good of the country, but..."

"What if I give up a little immediate interest? We, for the longer-term interest." Francois felt his goatee: "For the prosperity and strength of the country, sacrifice a little, five years, In ten, twenty years, not only will we be able to make money back, but I can be sure that you will always gain more than you have lost!"

"Second." Berhemond nodded in agreement: "Ryan deserves our trust, the concession now is to allow him to show his strength, let go, follow him, we will not suffer, you look at François How much did this old fox earn?"

"Boldero will also respond to the king's call." Duke Boderick also made up his mind.

"But..." Duke Hagen is still hesitating~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But what? "François sneered: "What's the matter? Hagen, do you think Ryan can't touch you if you play nonviolent noncooperation? Are you a Holy Grail Knight, or a descendant of Beren, the first Holy Grail Knight, isn't it amazing? "

The Duke of Hagen was silent.

"Let me tell you, Ryan is the lady's chosen champion, and the heir recognized by Randuin himself, and has the full support of His Royal Highnesses Green Knight and Morgiana! Oh, by the way, he is also Surya's husband. , my son-in-law." Francois continued: "It's true that others can't touch you, can he not touch you either? There are definitely a lot of people in your family who are willing to be dukes!"

Duke Hagen was terrified and his whole body was cold.

He finally nodded painfully: "I understand, there is no problem with reducing taxes and encouraging population circulation, but what about building fortresses? Really want to build five large permanent fortresses, and we have to pay for it at our own expense? Isn't it too exaggerated?"

"Repairing the fortress, I also think that my son-in-law is making a big fuss." Francois nodded with a smile, and he said casually: "It is understandable that Ryan attaches great importance to defense, but this is obviously to defend against a huge comprehensive invasion. Could it be that the northern barbarians will suddenly organize a chaotic army of two to three hundred thousand people to go south?"

"Yeah, and the barbarians going south are also the first to bear the brunt of Kislev and the Empire." Bethmond agreed: "It's okay to cut taxes, build a fortress, let's wait until Your Majesty returns."

"Yeah, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, and it's not worth it." Bodrick also smiled: "Barbarians don't have that ability."

"Hahahaha! Come on, continue!"

"How long did it take for the Empire's Norsca Crusade to win?"

"I bet a bullwhip, the chaotic crumbs won't come in a short time, don't worry!"