Proof of the Sun King

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In the center of the battlefield, a championship match unfolded.

The championship match between Callard and Ulfric can be described as a chess match and a great talent. Both are unparalleled warriors in their respective civilizations. Callard's legend has gone through many years and continues to flourish. The Holy Grail Knight who completed the Holy Grail trial fastest in recent years. After returning from the trial, this Holy Grail Knight who suffered and lost all his relatives proved his loyalty to the goddess and turned the tide in many battles.

In the Great Crusade of Eight Peaks, Callard completed his own endless glorious feat. He successively killed the ghost king of Strig, the adjutant of Queen Nefrata of Laemia, a large group of green-skin warlords, and became famous in the old world.

Similarly, Ulfric is also a hero of Norsca. He rarely loses in dozens of duels. The dozen or so skulls and even two skeletons hanging on his body all show the power of the Chaos Four Gods. .

Out of respect, Ulfric took the initiative to initiate a duel request to Callard, and out of honor and faith, Callard could not refuse this request. Historically, the war between Brittany and the Norsca often ended in It all ends with a championship match.

Ulfric's speed is extremely fast, and the wanderer who has the blessings of the Four Chaos Gods is like a giant wolf from the ice field, exuding bloodthirsty killing intent, the only thing he sees is that his figure is like a phantom. In general, back and forth, only the afterimage of the brown fur on his body can be seen. Like a rolling cloud, it directly hits the gap between Karad's shoulder armor. Frost's Bite draws an icy trajectory and rolls up a piece of dust on the battlefield.

Callard moved ruthlessly, the dwarven Seiko Vibranium Grimnir rune on his body, and the three dwarf-enchanted runes on his body shone brightly, flashing a light that made Ulfric fearful. Bite the icy frost is easily offset by the rune plate armor, the power of the curse from Chaos and the Norsca ice can't penetrate this epic rune master pinnacle, on the contrary, the Excalibur Durandal on the The golden flame is imposing.

Frost's Bite and Durandal collided, and the burst of two forces made each side take a step back. A golden flame ripple erupted from Durandal's sword, and Frost's Bite shot cold air in all directions. The weapons collided head-on.

"You are doomed, King of Knights! Your head will become my lord's jug, enshrined on my altar in Norsca." Ulfric slammed and babbled, his attacking potential Vigorously heavy, and all attacked at Callard's neck.

Callard didn't understand Ulfric's Norsca language, which is a variant of Imperial Low Gothic plus Norsca localization. The Holy Grail of Domain did not say much. The Divine Sword in his hand swung the blade nimbly, dashed forward, swung with one foot, and slashed up and down. Durandel separated the blade of Frost Bite and suddenly attacked Ulfrey. grams of abdomen.

Ulfric quickly withdrew his sword to resist, the Wanderer blocked the attack fiercely, and sparks erupted from Frost Bite and Durandal. The Wanderer felt a terrifying force from Karad's blade. Beaten back and forth, the blades pounding, Karad unleashed a swift onslaught to try to open a breach in Ulfric's defenses.

And Ulfric knew that he couldn't give Karad a chance. He knew what kind of armor he was wearing. If this kind of dwarf Seiko Vibranium Grimnir rune full-body plate armor didn't hit the key, his own Even if Frostbite hits the armor, it will leave a mark at most.

So Ulfric knew he had to be extra careful or his saga would come to an end in Britannia.

Callard's slam was like the never-ending storm on the chaotic sea. Ulfric resisted it with all his strength and turned it into a reef on the shore. He raised the skull shield on his other hand. His defenses were dense and cautious. And full of power, he is like the cold wind of Norscana for ten thousand years, blocking a series of onslaughts of Karad.

Durandel's blade shaved off the bones blessed by Chaos and the marks of the evil gods on the skull shield. The divine power of the fairies in the lake drove out the corruption from Chaos. Ulfric looked at the surface of his shield with pain. Broken, the wanderer mocked: "You had a chance to be guided by the true god, but you dedicated your loyalty to the false god."

"Too slow!" Callard said coldly, and the wrath from the lake **** fell at an extreme speed with the impact of the blade and the thunder of the sky. Durandel's blade smashed into the middle of the skull shield, and a sound rang out. With a cracking sound, the ground beneath Ulfric's feet shattered, and the wanderer's figure dipped.

"You are very powerful, Knight King, if it is another Norsca champion, I guess this set will be taken away?" Ulfric waved his shield and bounced Karad away, and he continued to roar: "Your father is really capable, Ryan! There is a chance that your father will die when he gives birth to a child. Don't you insist on giving birth to your cub?"

"..." Callard's attack collided with Ulfric with unparalleled strength, he paused for a moment, and a series of violent attacks followed towards the Wanderer, Durandal along Ulfric K's shoulder armor brushed along, cutting off half of the wanderer's shoulder armor, and by the way chopped the whole skeleton hanging on him into pieces.

The blow shook Ulfric, and the Wanderer unleashed his anger. Taking advantage of the impediment of Kharad's blade, he strode closer, stood firm, and struck hard, the two weapons colliding. There is no shadow at all, only sparks are rising in the air. In the fierce battle, the two unparalleled warriors of all races are like the messengers of the supreme gods, which makes other troops on the entire battlefield think that they may be. Stumbled into the battlefield of the game of gods.

But just as Karad and Ulfric were fighting in the dark, the situation on the entire battlefield was changing rapidly.

The troops of the Norsca army on the beachhead had difficulty gaining an advantage in the face of the Brittanian army at the beginning. They were indeed brave to death and dared to launch a fearless charge, but the tenacity and discipline of the Bretons this time The sternness far exceeded the expectations of the Norsca. In the line shooting, the barbarians were terribly killed, and in the close combat, the barbarian plunderers did not take advantage, and the two sides fought back and forth at the beginning. , evenly matched.

But things changed dramatically as Brittany's artillery entered the battlefield.

"Prepare! Launch!" Musillon engineer Thomas motioned for the artillerymen to reload their ammunition, and the blazing rockets and Musillon cannons sent dozens of terrifying rockets and roaring cannonballs towards the barbarians in the distance, and the magnificent fireworks During the performance, hundreds of barbarians were blasted to pieces, their stumps and arms fluttered in the sky, and the sturdy artillery shells continued to hammer the enemy's front. The legion plowed out ravines of flesh and blood, and then exploded, taking the lives of several barbarians.

The second round of shelling was more than twice as powerful as the first, because after the first round of attempts, Mousillon engineers graduated from the Noor School of Guns and Guns calculated the ballistics at great speed and measured After finding the best distance, the artillerymen took the time to change the angle.

The barbarians were bombarded with heavy artillery, and they couldn't rush down after several waves, and without Ulfric's command, there were already signs of shaking on the beachhead where the smoke and war were full of fire.

What? Where are the Norsca monster war gangs, mammoth war elephants, those Norsca ice trolls, where are the elites who can overturn the infantry line in a few clicks?

Just outside the pier there are dozens of rows of dragon boats! These monster war gangs and mammoth war elephants are crowded at the end of the dragon boat fleet, but they can't find a chance to dock!

Ulfric's dragon boat fleet is now like a crowded nest of ants and bees, all crowded in the narrow sea outside Chantillon's dock. The Norsca people with melee weapons rushed out of the dragon boat in a swarm, hacking and killing, and looting when they saw no one, although the town of Chantillon had been emptied once after being warned, the town was not. After all, there are still things that can't be moved and things that can't be moved, and they are treasures to the Norsca people.

The dragon boats in front did not move away, the plunderers were still loading things inside, the dragon boats in the back were crowded together and couldn’t get to the shore, and there were more than a dozen barbarian chapters and a large group of monster troops remaining in the entire dragon boat fleet. Even Tzeentch's Divine Chosen Ajik - the maze guards were all blocked behind, temporarily unable to join the battlefield.

As for why Ulfric didn't command, this guy is fighting against the champion of Callard, and the fight is dark!

In this way, the barbarians clearly outnumbered the Bretons, but they were beaten back continuously with the support of elite infantry regiments and artillery bombardment. The dwarf hand crossbow, longbow and musket salvo suppressed, with the support of artillery fire, the Norsca people are gradually retreating, even the bravest Khorne believers do not know what to do, rush and can't rush down, stay in place Staying and waiting to be defeated.

It looked as though the war had been taken by the Bretons.

But things were not so easy, because at this time, Tzeentch God's Choice Ejik-Maze Guard finally led the "Beast of the Horde" champion warriors to board the pier with all their hardships, regardless of whether it was the Marquis of Turas. Or Beria and others, they all focused too much on commanding the infantry regiment. At this time, the ranger knights on the right wing could not wait.

"Knights, it's time to make achievements!" When the barbarians gradually retreated, the more than 2,000 ranger knights and knight squires on the right wing were already covered with blood and impulse, and their lances had already been prepared. The Ska army has begun to collapse, how can these ranger knights endure the military exploits and glory being taken away by those walking mud legs, with the cry of several young ranger knights: "The time to charge has come, my compatriots. , my brethren, for the lady and the king, and for the sake of Brittany, let us drive these sinful and dirty Yankees out of the land the lady has given us!"

"Go forward!" Immediately, most of the knights burst into a roar of blood boiling, and they began to advance.

"We haven't received an order to charge yet!" At this time, there were only a few sane ranger knights shouting, but their voices were soon drowned out by the horns of the charge, and most of them carried a few people to launch Charge, and those very few sober knights are not far behind.

"For the lady! For Britannia!"

The mighty ranger knights formed a dozen sharp arrows, rolled towards the barbarians, and charged into the center of the storm.

On the other side, both Turas and Beria were stunned by this scene, and General Meretskov even screamed: "No, you can't do this, it's not right to do this, stop them, Commander Beria, Turas Your Excellency, stop them!"

"No! How can a knight charge without the assistance of infantry?!" The Marquis of Turas shouted in surprise, and he immediately signaled his squire to sound the horn of retreat.

It's no use, the ranger knights can't hear it, they only have the Norsca and the dream credit in their eyes at this time.

Tzeentch's divine choice, Ajik - the labyrinth guard was chanting magic and preparing to summon the Chaos Demon to assist in the battle, but he soon noticed the large formation of lances rushing from the left, and the clanging sound of more than 2,000 ranger knights charging The momentum of galloping with the ten thousand horses made Tianqi Shenxuan exclaim in admiration. He likes changes, especially on the battlefield.

"Everything is in my plan!" Ajik screamed: "Eagle!"

The Norscan marauders quickly obeyed, forming neat lines of defense.

"Bullshit!" One after another, large boxes and bundles of spears made of trees were transported from the dragon hammer, and there were thousands of them if you counted them!

"Strange!" The spear was sent to the front line of the team.

And the knights came rolling in with the power and dust in the sky.

In the next second, Tsian Qi selected a large-scale group reinforcement spell to bless the entire battlefield, and then Ajik-Maze Guard immediately ordered: "Cheat!!!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" The Norsca people instantly put down their shields and battle axes, grabbed spears from the ground, and instantly formed an incomparably spectacular array of spears on the entire battlefield. It is densely like a hedgehog, and each spear has been reinforced by the magic chosen by Tzeenthi, so it is extremely hard!

This is the secret weapon that the Norsca prepared in advance to deal with the Brittanian knights! Three thousand spears over two and a half meters in length!

The charging wave of the ranger knights stopped instantly, and the long spears pierced the belly of the war horse, the neck of the war horse, and the gap between the armor of the knights. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the neighing of war horses. The sound and the screams of the ranger knights!

Almost all the rangers in the first row fell off their horses on the spot, and many were stabbed to death on the spot. Even if the remaining rangers were not injured, they fell dizzy in full armor and fell dizzy. Will miss this opportunity, a Norsca warrior is an axe against the kite helmet on the head of a ranger knight, and the helmet of the ranger knight is like a burst of chicken chops. The blood in the brain was instantly dead.

Most of all the ranger knights in the second row also fell on the spot, and then the third and fourth rows. Not only did this charge have no results, but a terrible massacre was formed. The barbarians gathered from all directions. Axes and spears, having eaten the flesh and blood of the rangers and knights, the dozen or so lance formations were all trapped in the spear formation. Those in the front wanted to retreat, and those in the back wanted to advance. After only a few minutes, Top Gun and Hot Blood came to the fore. The ranger knights were stabbed into honeycombs, and the cavalry and infantry who fell off their horses were trampled into meat sauce by their companions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Norsca savagely rushed up to make up for the knife, more than 400 A ranger knight and knight squire went from just one charge to an axe wraith.

Some ranger knights fought back with their knight swords and got a little bit of damage, but what the Norsca barbarians were best at was chaotic warfare, and a small number of resistances were quickly overwhelmed.

Under the heavy casualties, the blood and courage of the knights disappeared in an instant. The soldiers fled away from the battlefield.

"A knight who has not experienced a failed charge is not a good knight." Facing the fiasco of the ranger knights, Marquis of Turas could only say bitterly: "This may be a good way to make them grow, but the price is a bit high... …”

"Very good, it's our turn next!" Marquis Turas glanced at Karad and Ulfric who were in the championship match, and gave a second order.

The Bretons did not restrain the charge of the knights well, but the Norsca also faced this problem.

A great spell covering the battlefield made Tzeentch Divine Chosen Ajik-Maze Warden feel extremely tired, and the wind of chaos in his body had become chaotic. When it was time to breathe, the large groups of Norsca Marauder riders couldn't wait to dedicate their victory and glory to the Four Chaos Gods!

Since ancient times, how to transport war horses over long distances has always been a difficult problem. Only these barbarian riders who have been blessed by the evil **** don't have to think about it. They can't wait to make a big fight!

Without any thought, thirty teams of Marauder hunters and riders, led by about five hundred elite Norsca Marauder riders, launched a counter-charge against the Bretons!

Turn the offensive!