The Sun King's Evidence

Imperial calendar year 2520, June.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic and violent. One after another, the wind of chaos is blowing to the entire world. Starting from Nord in the north, crop yields are gradually decreasing. The plague is spreading everywhere and has been entangled in the world for a long time. The number of patients with the Tears Plague continued to increase until the entire Nord began to enter a full military control mode under the orders of the elector and archduke (self-proclaimed king) Theodorik Geisel, which alerted Nord The elves in the forest of Laun Loren on the west side, and finally the elves of Laun Loren, came out, and through mysterious rituals, the contagiousness of the Plague of Tears was further weakened.

Therefore, although the Kingdom of Nord is the largest province in the empire, the actual area controlled by the so-called master of this kingdom is less than one-sixth of its theoretical area. Most of the territory is black forests and hills. .

The Lawn Loren Forest to the east is occupied by the wood elves. The Nords cannot defeat this group of elves and can only sign a peace agreement and an offensive and defensive alliance. But now the two sides hate each other and have a tense relationship. After all, not everyone is like Ryan. They are good at communicating with elves, and to be precise, the Laun Loren elves are not wood elves. They are descendants of high elves but are unwilling to return to Ulthuan, but they do not coexist with forest spirits like wood elves, so It is extremely difficult to communicate with them.

(Laun Loren Elf: Stupid humans change leaders all the time, and every time a new idiot takes office, he completely ignores the previous treaty, so you sign it!)

The Shadow Forest to the west is home to countless beastman tribes, invading barbarian camps, and large groups of evil creatures raging in the Shadow Forest. No one can pass there without the escort of an entire legion. What's more terrible is that the Brass Fortress is also in the Shadow. In the forest, expanding here is courting death. Historically, the empire once formed an army of up to 20,000 people and three artillery regiments to recapture the Brass Fortress. This army has never appeared again since then.

The elector Geisel and the Grand Duke found themselves facing many difficulties. Even with the help of the elves of Laun Loren, nearly 200,000 people in Nord were still suffering from the Plague of Tears. The army of Nord in the east The Red Horned Orc tribe is currently fighting, and the Nordmidon coalition forces in the south are fighting the plague doctor Festus and his Nurgle demon army in Middendorf. The relationship between the west and the forest elves of Laun Loren is becoming increasingly tense. Due to entering the forest The excessive number of people fleeing the plague and seeking asylum has affected the autistic life of the elves, which has caused many bloody conflicts, not to mention the north. Since last year, the Norscan longship fleet has been coming one after another, endlessly. They plundered various ports along the Nordic coast without stopping.

And now, Geisel received news.

"The Brittanians actually plan to go deep into Obien?" Geisel frowned. Is this Sun King SB? The empire spent countless manpower and material resources trying to find out the secrets of Obien, but that ghost place could not be settled by large-scale immigrants, and it had to deal with many enemies. In the end, it was only south of a swamp in the southeast. A stronghold named Newland was established.

"Yes, Lion Malcador and his knightly army want to penetrate deep into Albion." Geysel's courtier said flatteringly: "So he came to ask the great and supreme King of Nord, the Nord Chosen The holder of imperial power, the Prince of Winterfell, the High Baron Sessenmund, the Prince of Marienburg, the Warden of the North, the Butcher of Skarins, the Fear of Norsca, and the glorious Lord Theodoric were sent for him One to support the army.”

"Reinforcements! Is the Sun King's long sword curled, or is his horse fat? Why do you ask us Nord bumpkins for reinforcements?" Geisel was still confused: "What powerful army do we have? Can it be compared to his Sun King’s army?”

"Ryan Malcador hopes to receive support from the Nord Marine Corps."

"Don't even think about it! The Nord Marine Corps are the elites carefully selected by our Nord Navy. They are an important force in protecting our maritime borders!" Geisel shook his head violently. How could such a low-level elite be handed over to him? That unpleasant Sun King?

"He offered this price..." The consultant made a gesture, and then whispered a few numbers in the elector's ear: "And he said the price is easy to negotiate."

"Bang!" Geisel slammed the table hard and roared: "Damn it! Tell me, who does Ryan think of our Nords? What does he think of me, Theodorik Geisel?! Am I a bastard who is greedy for money? Do I look like that?"

The elector stood up directly, and his staff took a step back in fright. Geisel's face was red with anger, and the momentum of the elector and an old general burst out!

"He obviously appeared in Nord and grew up in Nord. He has always been the pride of us Nord people, and he is also my good friend Geisel! Why talk about money? It's really hurtful!" Geisel Yi Zheng He said rhetorically: "Send my order immediately! The entire Nord Marine Corps is dispatched, and the Navy immediately escorts the Marines to Obien to support our loyal allies!"

"yes!"

…………I am the dividing line between loyal allies…………

The Isle of Obion, a place covered in thick fog, the new province of the empire, Newland.

Heavy rain fell on the gloomy sky, slamming into Newland's camp. The first and second Poseidon fleets barely anchored at Newland's port. Now the empire's provinces have set up tents, and the knights The Dao army arrived at Newland after a ten-day voyage and camped here.

Lane's king's red, blue, and gold-domed tent was quickly built with the help of the Old Guards. Taking advantage of the opportunity to build the tent, Lane took Olica and several marshals to visit Newland, the imperial stronghold.

The commander of Newland is a Nord named Harald III the Ruthless. If anyone remembers, this brother is a distant relative of Velarde the Woodcutter, whom Lion once met during his adventures in Nord. Relative, his ancestor is Harald-Blonde, a well-known Nord. This brother made countless achievements in resisting the invasion of Chaos and the Great Holy War, and was named Lord of Nord.

"Newland has more than 7,000 residents and 1,000 soldiers." Harald was wearing a waterproof eel skin coat, while most of the local imperial people in Newland used rain gear. They seemed accustomed to it: "To the north of us It's a strait, with Boggs Swamp to the northwest and Myers Swamp to the southwest. Currently, the area under our actual control is about 50 square kilometers, most of which is forest. In fact, many places are short of manpower, but generally not Faced with too many threats, and barbarians really appear, most of us will hide in a few hidden spots left by the True Speaker tribe deep in the forest."

Ryan nodded slightly. There were only more than 8,000 people stationed in 5 square kilometers. It did seem like a vast area with few people. The King of Knights looked at the heavy rain falling out of thin air. The king's body was covered by a sky-blue psychic shield and could not touch the rain. He frowned. Brow: "Does it rain heavily here in Obien every day?"

"Often, basically from October of one year to March of the next year, it rains heavily for at least six out of seven days. It starts to be drier in April, but it still rains once every two or three days, and even rains are intermittent. It is normal to continue." Harald the Ruthless nodded: "At this time of the year, we will plant some crops that like shade and humidity, but more of our food depends on fishing, hunting and gathering. Your Majesty, if If you plan to enter the depths of Obion, you will face the terrifying thick fog and will most likely lose your way. Please let us send a guide to assist you."

Ryan and the marshals all nodded. This is the most important use of Newland. They had just seen the army here. Newland's imperial garrison was evaluated as most of them were militiamen who could only cheer and cheer, and a small number of troops could only fight and defend. Forget about urban warfare and public security warfare, and field warfare.

"Does the empire provide any support to Newland?" Ryan then asked.

"His Excellency Sernus Gehrman, who was the chief wizard of the royal family before, often came to Obien to explore the secrets of the depths, so the imperial court provided a lot of support here." Harald nodded, the imperial captain was a little bit He said embarrassedly: "But every time the adventure team always suffered huge losses, and twice he was the only one who came back with injuries. After Lord Gelt became the chief wizard, exploring Obion was considered a waste of manpower. Material resources, His Excellency Sernus-Gehrman has only been here once due to lack of funds in the past few years, but he left a few words."

"What are you talking about?" Ryan became interested.

"Without Stonehenge, there would be no Maelstrom." The Imperial Captain said the message from Senus Gehrman.

Did Stonehenge provide some support for the Maelstrom?

There was no more information for the time being, so Ryan asked him to rest first.

"Without magic, it would be almost impossible for our knights to fight on swamps and muddy lands." Francois squatted down and touched the land with his hands. The father-in-law said to Ryan: "This battle will be difficult. "

"Our target, Conquata, is located deep in the fog, south of the Beast Mountains, about 120-150 kilometers away from here." Kalad took out the map and found that the map was quickly wet with rain. He said distressedly: "If the rain There are always so many, which may bring us huge trouble, Your Majesty.”

"There are the secrets and wealth of the ancient saint deep in the Conqua Tower." Ryan shook his head and said to everyone: "But don't worry, we will camp here for two days now. On the one hand, we will wait for the follow-up supplies to arrive and let the soldiers adapt. Check out the rainy conditions here.”

"Yes!" Everyone nodded. Francois touched his goatee and asked, "Your Majesty, should we consider dividing our troops?"

"Let's wait until the scouts come back." Ryan shook his head: "We are not familiar with the place. Before, Lawn only plundered along the coast. This time we have to go deep inland. All we have to do is wait."

"Before that, let's take a look at what's wrong with Stonehenge here."

The rainy season is indeed annoying, and Albion is a wet, cold and foggy place. When Ryan passed through the camp, the Knight King found that the morale of his army was a bit low. After all, compared to the warm and livable Britannia The temperature in Obien in June was also around 12 or 13 degrees Celsius. It was very humid and freezing. The soldiers gathered around the fire to warm themselves. The knights built the camp high up and built simple stables to take care of the horses.

"Your Majesty, your tent has been set up." Raymond Mountbatten, the current deputy commander of the Old Guards, walked up and saluted the king: "The rain is heavy, your Majesty, please temporarily enter the tent to take shelter."

"What about you?" Ryan said casually: "Don't be exposed to the rain or wear wet clothes for a long time. If you have time, take a hot bath."

"Yes." Raymond retreated.

Ryan opened the curtain of the big tent, and the king was thinking about how to fight this battle.

Hey, no matter what, let's destroy the barbarian settlements openly and plunder the nearby areas!

The order was issued immediately, and within a few days, the wolf-like Brittanian knights immediately attacked everywhere, destroying and looting all the barbarian settlements near Newland! Thousands of barbarians were bloody and brutally massacred.

Facing the heinous Yankees, the knights once again broke away from the shackles of the spirit of chivalry. These people behaved far more cruelly than the barbarians. Countless blood feuds over the past two thousand years can only be washed away with blood. Barbarian villages were destroyed one after another. Destroyed and plundered, the Bretons' bags were filled with all kinds of ores and hides, gold and silver, in praise of their ladies.

News of requests for help and the destruction of villages came one after another, and King Harold of Obion couldn't sit still.

Deep within Obion lies the once ancient holy city of Conquata.

Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors are gathering here. The self-proclaimed King of Obien, Harold Gevinson, is sitting on the high throne. This barbarian leader is a strong man at the beginning of the holy realm. , unfortunately, during the last great expedition of Laun's Obiun, he did not stay in Obiun because he responded to Motkin's call, which caused his coastal territory to be plundered by the Laoun army. As a result, he waited until When they rushed to assemble, Motkin had already killed Wolfen, and he was forced to retreat.

revenge! This was Harold's only thought,

On the messy Konquata Barbarian Council, Harold's left hand sat on the left hand side of the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch Za-Zan'aik, and on his right side sat the Chosen of Tzeentch Egrim von Horst. Man, and further down sat two Chaos Champions, Harold's brothers Gervin Gervinson and Leofwyn Gervinson.

"Brother King, you must march immediately and annihilate the Knight King and his army before they have a firm foothold!" Gervin Gevinson said sharply: "We can't wait here in Conquata, we don't have time. !”

"Dear Brother Wang, time waits for us not. If you delay your march, there will be nine changes in the future. Each of these nine changes will lead to nine endings. I have seen that most of the endings are not good for you." Leo Fwain-Gwenson also seriously suggested: "If you let the Yankee advance slowly and press his army under Conqua Tower, it will be too late."

The suggestions of the two brothers made Cha-Zane Ek and Egrim object continuously, because the original demon prince Bealak was still leading the demon army towards here, and another strong man in the sanctuary, the famous Ulfrey K-Wanderer's Worldwalker Legion is still on the way.

No one expected Ryan to arrive so quickly.

"No!" Cha-Zan'ek quickly stood up, and the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch advised: "We must wait for everyone to arrive!"

"King Obiun, your power is temporarily not enough to compete with the King of Knights and his army!" Egrim also thought it was impossible: "What we need now is to wait."

"Wait?" Harold stood up directly and roared: "Am I going to watch the Yankee's wild dogs burn all my people and my territory to ashes?"

"King of Obien..." Zan'ike was about to persuade him again, but Harold shook his head violently: "Time does not allow it, gentlemen, my wizard's divination told me how many Obien will come next?" The weather will be sunny or cloudy! At that time, the Nanguo's firearms will cause huge damage to us. We must take advantage of the heavy rain when the Nanguo's artillery and muskets cannot exert their power, so that we can use our close combat. Advantage, our warriors are the best, each one can fight one against three against five!”

"When the King of Knights and his army completely stand firm, this will be the end of us." Harold gradually made up his mind: "We must immediately dispatch the entire army and send orders to all war groups, war gangs, and affiliated Tribe, set off immediately, we will have a decisive battle with the Knight King's army near the swamp."

After saying that, King Obiun immediately took his two brothers out.

Zang Ek and Egrim, who stayed behind, looked at each other.

"Do you think you can win this battle?" Egrim sneered and said, "I don't think the chance of winning is high."

"Harold's words are not unreasonable. If Ryan Macado and his army completely gain a foothold, it will be troublesome. We have received news that the Brittanians are fully reinforcing Newland. Prepare to build it into a permanent military fortress." Zan Aike shook his head: "Instead of doing this, it is better to try to fight a battle first, and you can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat."

"So, what about our plan?" Egrim said sharply: "Conquata is where we arranged the fall of the Sun King!"

"That's right." Zang Aik nodded: "No matter whether Harold wins or loses, we can take the initiative and lead the Sun King into a trap."

"Everything is the choice of the Lord of Changes!"

"Praise the Bird God!"

In this way, Harold Gewenson, the king of Obien, personally led an army of Obien barbarians of about 26,000 people, rolling towards Newland.

In Newland, Lane also received news of the barbarian attack.

"Gather everyone, have a meeting, the barbarians are coming."

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