The Sun King's Evidence

Miragliano, the capital of art, the fashion and art center of the old world, a famous historical and cultural city, and the four major economic and trade centers of the old world (Marinburg, Magritte, Haimen Pass and Bordero), has its own most A proud symbol of history, culture and civilization.

As we all know, most of the settlements in the old world were actually built on elven ruins, and Tyrell is no exception. However, Miragliano is indeed not a relic of the elven empire. The people here are in their original territory. After the destruction of Titus (now Skaven Mordor), he moved eastward and established a settlement in Miragliano.

Frankly speaking, Miragliano is not a very safe place. In the north, this city often faces territorial claims from greedy Brittanian knights. Due to some historical reasons that cannot be verified , there are often nobles in the Empire and Britannia who declare that they are the legitimate heirs of Miragliano and launch claim wars.

In addition to the threats in the north, the Blight Swamp in the west is often haunted by rats that are two-thirds the size of a human. Although Tyrell scholars have repeatedly studied that there may be a creature called "Skaven" exists, but these scholars are either prone to accidental death or their documents are particularly easy to be lost. Therefore, the research on the Skaven was interrupted intermittently and finally interrupted after a large plague in 1812 in the Imperial Calendar. Even so, Miragliano's The "Rat Control Brigade", also known as the "Professional Rat Catching Team", was summoned to deal with these "giant rats".

In the early spring season, Miragliano, which is located further south, has woken up from the winter. The entire city is as prosperous and full of vitality as ever. Travelers, adventurers, mercenaries, and merchants from all directions gather in Miragliano. Lian Nuo started a new day's activities.

It is true that various intelligences are constantly coming to Tyrell from all directions. For example, the Chaos army from the north has entered Kislev, and the Elector Manfred of Sylvania has announced that from The empire is independent, and for example, the Brittanians seem to have recently won a war with the Pointed Ears. As the economic and trade center of the old world, the Tileans naturally know these things.

But knowing this is one thing, and whether you really care is another matter. Facts have proved that the Tilean people really don't care about this. Miragliano is the worst city in history. The serious disaster was an inexplicable large-scale plague that took away two-thirds of the population. The city had never been seriously threatened or fallen.

Especially in the year 2000 of the Imperial Calendar, after the famous engineering master Leonardo Miragliano became famous all over the world, Miragliano's defenses became stronger and stronger, the city's trenches became wider and deeper, and the city walls were also destroyed. Specially designed bombardment positions for maximum defense, these works were also designed by the genius Leonardo, and this was his last masterpiece before he went to the emperor to serve the empire.

After that, successive Prince Miragliano continued to strengthen the city's defenses, giving everyone absolute confidence in the city.

The Yankee problem will be solved by the Empire, Mrs. Kiesler, and the Bretons.

None of our business?

Keep playing music, keep dancing~

In the "Red Devil" bar in Miragliano, a group of people were singing loudly. They were nobles from the empire. The leader was the imperial Duke Leopold von Stroheim, who was in his thirties this year. At the age of 18, he was a Duke of Wesenland. Dissatisfied with the military control of the Imperial Baroness Emmanuel and the ransacking of Baron Frederick's homes, Duke Leopold chose to come to Tilea to live, where he wanted to live. freedom of.

Mixed with Duke Leopold were a group of military aristocrats from the empire. As military aristocrats in such a dark and surrounded environment, they were naturally not trash who had never been on the battlefield. They were just here. Hedonistic, they hate Noor's curfew and sergeant control, and the restrictions on rationing alcohol and various entertainment activities.

"For the freedom!" Duke Leopold raised his glass and laughed heartily: "Gentlemen! For the freedom!"

"Cheers to freedom!" All the military nobles and Tyrell mercenary leaders present raised their glasses together. The scene was very lively. People were eating steak and drinking wine together. There was even a mercenary from Arabi. Captain, Qusay Mustafa, an Arabi pasha, leader of the Arabi legendary mercenary group Sipashi Heavy Cavalry, Mustafa accepted the employment of Duke Leopold this time, Responsible for protecting the safety of this group of people, after hearing Duke Leopold's words, Mustafa, who was wrapped in a white scarf and hung a scimitar on his waist, spread his hands with an elegant expression: "erefe!"

"Erefe!" The Arabisipasi heavy cavalry present raised their glasses.

On the stage of the bar, a famous singer was singing a popular song "The Wind Rises".

"I once had a hard time extricating myself from the vastness of the world, and I also wanted to fulfill this story~"

"No truth or falsehood left ~ no struggle ~ deeply in love with him ~"

"You have entrusted half your life to her and dedicated a country to her~"

"Whatever your heart moves, just let it go with the wind~"

"Okay! Okay!" This group of people applauded wildly, drunkenly, and so unhappy.

"Fuck, damn Ryan, not only did he sleep with our Baroness, but he also refused to marry her! The Baroness actually agreed stupidly, why can't I encounter such a good thing?" Duke Leopold Already a little dizzy, it shook its head: "Zapuk? Why is it so noisy outside?"

"My Lord, the main reason is that a group of Amazon women came outside and were arguing with the guards. They seemed to be anxious to say something, but without an interpreter, who could understand what these savages in the rain forest were saying? "His personal guard came in from outside and said helplessly: "It's late at night, it's so late, where can I find an interpreter?"

"It's so noisy! Take these pieces of meat and bones and tell them to get out!" the Duke shouted.

"yes!"

After a while, the group of Amazon women left angrily, and everyone did not continue to care, but continued to enjoy the happy moment.

A few hours later, the time came to midnight, and the evil moon Mosrib had never been so bright and dazzling as it was today, shrouding Miragliano in the moonlight.

Something seems to be moving in the dark slums, dirty sewers, river branches, and hidden corners of the city.

Damn mice! The rodent exterminator brigade in Miragliano City was dispatched due to complaints from citizens and mercenary leaders. Several teams left one after another amid complaints about overtime and bargaining over salary.

They were never seen again, and the commotion in the darkness continued.

As Duke Leopold prepares to drink with his friends, a strange bell is ringing.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

The bell disrupted the rhythm of the band and the singer, and the beautiful music became harsh. Duke Leopold was so angry that he threw the silverware on the table to the ground, stood up, kicked open the door of the tavern, and yelled: "Charlemagne" Dick, are you sick? Are these Nannies sick? It's already midnight, and I'm ringing your mother's clock?!"

"yesyes~"

"yesyesyesyesyes"

"yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes~"

"dododododododo~"

"diediediediediediedie~"

Before the Duke could say anything more, a rat bigger than a bowl scurried past him. The furious Duke raised his foot and crushed the rat to pieces. The blood and internal juices were all over his trousers and the soles of his boots. It’s all: “damn it!”

"Okay!" The children of the military nobles who were watching the Duke's performance applauded.

However, the next scene made everyone's cheers disappear instantly.

From sewer mouths, from within rivers, from various secret passages, from dark corners of slums to caves and wall cracks.

Countless rats came out of their nests, forming a torrent of gray, brown, and black. At first there were only three or five, then more than a dozen, then hundreds. Finally, the rats gathered and Streets and buildings flooded.

Duke Leopold immediately shuddered. He sobered up. Although he was a hedonist, his muscle memory of serving in the Wesenland and Nuer armies was still there. The Duke turned around and ran into the bar. He kicked the door shut and immediately blocked the door with a table: "Brothers! The situation is not good, copycats! Get ready to fight!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Among the large group of military nobles in the room, who has never been on the battlefield? Everyone screamed in fear and excitement, and immediately began to put on their equipment and prepare for battle. The Sipaxi heavy cavalry from Arabi also immediately realized that the situation was not good, loaded their muskets, prepared their armor, and unsheathed their scimitars.

The shopkeepers, waiters, bands, and singers inside the house screamed and tried to escape, but soon they discovered that there was a wave of rats everywhere.

Miragliano woke up, and people ran for their lives in panic and screaming. At first, some people tried to deal with the rats. They used sticks, shovels, pitchforks and spears, and even stepped on them with their feet and smashed them with their fists.

Maybe this can kill one or two rats, but more rats will rush onto people's bodies along their trouser legs and sticks, biting down with their sharp front teeth, piercing the skin and feasting on their flesh and blood.

The rats bit off their fingers, bit off their eyes, and ate their ears. Then these people were submerged in the tide of rats. In less than two minutes, only white bones were left.

Where have southerners seen such a scene? The Tyrells, who had been in peace for a long time, were already so scared that their feet were trembling and they were at a loss. They scrambled to close the door tightly, closed the windows, hid under cabinets or tables, trembling, and looked towards Mirmidy, the goddess of war they believed in. Pray to Valena, the goddess of justice, or the local god of Tilea.

"Dong dong dong~" The door was shaking vigorously. Duke Leopold and others finally finished dressing. When Mustafa tried to open the door, hundreds of giant rats rushed in as the door bounced open. !

"Let it go!" the Duke immediately ordered. The military nobles held improvised Molotov cocktails made on the spot using alcohol and rags, and threw them at the door. In an instant, hundreds of mice were swallowed up by the flames! Burned to ashes in the purification of the flames!

"For Charlemagne, for the empire!" The Duke was wearing the newly made Milagliano full-body plate armor, holding up the stainless steel sword in his hand, and was the first to rush out of the bar door. With a wave of his sword, he A dozen rats were chopped into two pieces.

"Kill! Kill the rats!" This group of military aristocratic children and Arabi's mercenaries, all of whom had received professional military training, rushed out of the bar and started to kill the rats indiscriminately. These rats bullied It was okay to bully civilians, but there was no chance against these professional soldiers. Within ten minutes, the rat tide nearby was almost cleared away, and the remaining rats did not dare to approach.

"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is going on? Where did so many rats come from?" Duke Leopold pierced a rat with his sword. When he looked up, he was stunned.

The entire city is burning and more Skaven troops appear.

The first thing that appeared were hordes of slave rats. These low-level rat people who were crazy with hunger often only had a spear or a knife in their hands, but they were the craziest and hungriest ones. Hundreds of groups of slave rats instantly submerged half of them. In the urban area of ​​​​Milagliano, as long as they see anything edible, they rush to it, including food, livestock, humans, and even leather products and straw. A strong sense of hunger is the only factor that prompts them to act. There were only bones and hollows everywhere he passed.

Of course, a rabble is a rabble. Their ferocity and cruelty will collapse and scatter for their lives as long as they encounter some decent resistance.

Miraglia has promised peace for a long time, and the city defense troops are still preparing to fight inside the city walls and military camps. Some of the guards have reacted, but they are still far from saving the city. However, there are some prestigious mercenary groups in the city. These mercenary groups reacted even faster than the defenders in the city. They used buildings, manors, and temples as defense systems and began to resist stubbornly.

All this was not what the Skaven Marshal Pascrit, who was in charge of Tyrell's attack, expected.

"Yes~yes, humans, human things, delicious, delicious~"

The battle flag waved, and a new army of Skaven marched out.

Hundreds of teams of slave rats were followed by a huge number of clan rats. These rat people had begun to possess rune shields, decent weapons and simple armor. Under the order of General Marshal Pascrit, they began to storm the city and restore the city. Resisting human army.

“Let’s have some fire~ and let’s have some wind~”

Team after team of Skaven warpstone flamethrowers appeared and began setting buildings across the city ablaze with warpstone fire, followed by Toxic Wind Grenadiers, Skaven rats with gas masks on their faces. People smashed glass balls filled with plague gas from the Pestilen clan into the building one after another. As long as the trapped people breathed these poisonous gases, red spots and ulcers would appear all over their bodies, and they would soon lose their ability to fight and become A delicious meal from the Rat Man.

The sewer rats of the Essien family move quickly through the gaps in the buildings, looking for suitable targets.

Of course, the Morde family also had to contribute. As large pits exploded one after another on the ground, a rat troll jumped out of the hole and smashed the human soldiers into pulp with one punch.

"For the Council of Thirteen! For the Horned Rat!" Marshal Pascrit spread his arms, and the evil moon Mosrib shined: "Yes~yes! Let us burn, burn, this city to ashes !”

"Human toys! Hairless guys, they all die!"

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