The Sun King's Evidence

Three weeks later, in the year 2525 of the Imperial Calendar, it was midsummer, Montfort Principality, Montfort Castle.

The Chivalry Crusaders gather here.

The camp of the knightly army extends from one side of Montfort Castle to the other side. As far as the eye can see, there are knights in bright armor, including many Holy Grail knights from major families.

In this battle, Britannia will be in full force.

"Make way! Make way for the King!"

"Make way!"

"The King is here!"

"Hire to you, sire!"

"Yes, your majesty!"

A group of Old Guard Dragoons and Holy Grail Knights surrounded Knight King Ryan and Knight Queen Surya as they entered the camp. Tsarina Katalin, Speaker Veronica, Old Guard Acting Commander Raymond and others followed. Behind him, Lane's personal heraldic banner and the tricolor of the Old Guard flew.

"Mr. Birhemond, how much?" Ryan saw Duke Birhemond who was arranging the camp.

"3,000 knights of Bastogne, 1,500 knights of Guisoleaux, 1,000 Montfort, my majesty!" Duke Berhemond roared.

"Sir François?"

"There are 4,100 knights from Winford, and 2,000 knights from Carcassonne and Belian, Your Majesty." The father-in-law was wearing a full-body plate armor with dwarf mithril runes, and he waved to Ryan.

"Your Majesty, 3,500 knights have arrived from Bordelao!" Fedmund, Duke of Bordelao, shouted.

"Mushiron rides 2,300!" Kalad responded.

"What about Palavon and the Northern Principality?"

"About 6,000 horses, Lord Lawn will arrive tomorrow."

"very good!"

The Sun King's tent was pitched on the Axbite Pass, and the red-blue-gold-roofed tent reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Ryan and Sulia stood on a high place, looking at the company camp hundreds of miles below. The Sun King smiled and held his wife's little hand: "24,000 knights, half more than I expected."

"Each of the 24,000 knights has attendants, plus the field army and your direct troops, plus 12,000 of the Norscan dwarves and 5,000 of the Aleer Army Front. My dear, we are now the hope of the world." Lidya Su looked at her husband proudly. She leaned on Ryan's shoulder silently: "An army of 150,000?"

"You can't settle the accounts like this, my lady." Ryan shook his head: "We always have to leave some people to guard the house. The maximum number is 100,000."

"Um."

The couple silently looked at the grand scene of the hundred-mile alliance above the peaks, until Morgiana, the Lake God Witch, came up from behind: "Ryan, Sulia, I have issued a summons for the Holy War of Chivalry in the name of the lady. 230 Holy Grail Knights have arrived."

"That's enough, thank you for your hard work, Morgiana." Ryan turned around, his blue eyes looking at Morgiana, the woman who had also been with him for thirty years, the first choice of the Lake Fairy, She arrived at Montfort early.

"Don't say that, Ryan, this is all my own choice." Morgiana took a deep breath, and the Lake God Witch said softly: "I will accompany you to the end."

Ryan originally wanted to ask Lilith to arrange your retirement after this battle, but thinking that it was unlucky to say so, he had no choice but to give up.

Morgiana rode the unicorn Sylphan to arrange the location of the Holy Grail Knights.

"My wizard group is also ready." Veronica followed, and the delicate female speaker did not dare to make a mistake in front of Sulia, the queen of the palace: "You didn't choose to bring that mother and daughter with you? "

"Compared to fighting with us, it would be more appropriate for Aurora and Theresa to stay behind." Ryan nodded, and he pointed not far away: "As for the ice witch, we already have one."

Tsarina Katalin is leading her Kislev Guards Corps and the Ice Guards to assemble. It is midsummer now, and the ice witch's combat effectiveness is very weak. Probably only Katalin herself can exert it with the power of her blood. Part of the combat power, and because of this, Ryan did not plan to take Aurora and Theresa with him, so they would stay behind.

The expression on Sulia's face changed. The Queen of Knights stretched out her fingers with a half-smile and began to pick at the soft flesh of Ryan's waist. Ryan quickly begged for mercy: "Madam! No, I am doing this for our Kingdom of Knights."

"Is it for the Kingdom of Knights, or for spreading your seeds all over the world?" Sulia smiled brightly: "Lower Castle? Let me think about it, it seems that the future heirs of the three major countries in the old world will be your seeds?"

"It was just a coincidence, just a coincidence." Ryan quickly pressed his wife's little hand down from her waist.

"Sir, is this your army?" Kaldo Diego, the supreme mentor of the Gray Knights, came to Ryan. He saluted Ryan and Sulia. Diego didn't know anything else. Sulia, this He knew "Mother", she was the daughter-in-law recognized by the Emperor himself.

"I know what you want to say, and I have a glorious mission for you." Ryan spent some time helping Diego lift the curse of chaos, but due to the emergency he had to attack, so it was not completely lifted: "According to Reconnaissance, there are some Skaven lairs under the Gray Mountains, go and arrange for those rats."

"Yes." Diego also went down.

"Your Majesty, the Norscan dwarves have arrived."

"Okay, here's the order for the Supreme Command to hold a meeting in my Chinese army tent."

"yes."

Ryan and Sulia continued to look at the camp at the foot of the mountain, while Devon Hill, the crystallization of their love, was standing not far away and silently looking at his parents. At this time, Ryan's youngest son's face did not have the usual expression. He likes to play tricks or be lively, and is unusually silent, thinking about something, just like his uncle Zhuang Sen, who is thinking about his own little secret.

On the left hand side of Devonshire, the Wood Elf Legion, the Allel Front, is gathering under the orders of the Twilight Sisters. This legion has suffered serious attrition recently, not because of the war, but because of the Wood Elf Queen. The death of Alaire and the rebirth of Alarielle led some of the wood elves to choose to follow the Everqueen to Ulthuan, and some chose to return to the forest to guard the remains of their queen, leaving about half of them. In response, the Twilight Sisters They couldn't stop it, and they didn't intend to stop it. The nature of the wood elves was to pursue freedom.

On the right side of Devonshire, the tricolor flag of the Old Guard was flying high. This legendary Britannian force was encamped under the leadership of acting coach Raymond. The soldiers' morale was extremely high and they were eager to fight. .

Another legendary force, the Swift Sky Spear Club, has a total of 128 Royal Pegasus knights stationed here. The Pegasus always like to stay in high places.

The Estalia militia led by Juan Carlos Sungazer, Grand Duke Magritte, also came. He brought a group of Estalia knights, the Flying Eagle Knights, the Knights of the Spear of Justice and a group of Suns. The knight prepared for the expedition.

The low-key Devon Hill looked at his parents looking so loving, with a look of contempt on his face at first, and then sighed silently.

"What are you looking at, Devin?" "Tell me and share it with us?" Sister Twilight's clothes changed from cheongsam to leather armor, cape boots, but the fishnet stockings remained the same.

"I'm looking at... a wall that I don't know how to overcome at the moment." Devon Hill said softly: "Sister Nestla, Sister Arohan, have you seen it?"

"Wall? What wall? I didn't see it. Can you point it out to me?" "No wall can stop our forest dragon's breath. Just break it." Sister Twilight's answer was still the same as before. The attitude is clear.

"An insurmountable wall of dominance." Devonshire looked at his father's body that was not majestic but extremely oppressive, and shook his head with a wry smile.

When does my father plan to pass the throne to me?

You don’t really plan to make me the crown prince for 100 years on standby, do you?

When will Grandpa Huang plan to recruit his parents back? Can I ask?

The youngest son was thinking about everything in his mind, and he secretly planned: In this ultimate chivalrous battle to aid the empire, he must make a significant performance, so that his father will trust me and leave the matter to me.

Fifteen minutes later, the Britannian High Command assembled in the red, blue, and gold-domed king's tent in Lane.

Everyone discussed military plans to support the empire.

The Knights' Road Crusaders will cross the Gray Mountains by crossing the Axbite Pass between the Gray Mountains and assemble in the town of Bogenhafen in Reikland. It's not the fastest route, but it comes from Westland. The news proved that Marienburg seemed to have been besieged. Groups of demons had occupied the entire wetland and the rivers were blocked by silt. When maintaining marching speed is the top priority, there is no benefit in getting stuck in a fight with fallen creatures.

"We will divide the Jihad Army into several parts." Ryan said to everyone: "A maximum of 30,000 troops can be moved through the Axbite Pass at one time, otherwise logistics will easily cause problems. Kalad, you and Raun will go first, and our army will follow. Keep up."

"Yes!" Kalad stood up to accept.

"We, the Norscan dwarves, don't need to walk through the axe-biting pass." The Norscan dwarf king Balder said. The young dwarf king said in a deep voice: "We will go from the earth network to the other side of the mountain and meet you. Meet in Bogenhafen.”

"I will let those Chaos Barbarians know how powerful we are!" Baldur's brother Thor held a Trollhammer dwarf grenade launcher in his hand and said loudly: "We will try the power of this thing first. , fight the trolls, one at a time!”

"Very good." Ryan was quite interested in this large grenade launcher: "But why haven't I seen it before?"

"Because grenades are afraid of water."

"Huh?" Ryan was stunned for a moment.

"Grenade is afraid of water." Thor repeated: "This Troll Hammer grenade launcher is very afraid of water or humid environment, so it cannot be used in some situations."

"Grenade is the best in the world in fear of water!" Ryan said a strange sentence out of nowhere that no one understood.

However, everyone was used to the fact that the King of Knights would occasionally say something that no one understood. Devon Hill continued: "Dad, the armies of Sister Nestla and Sister Arohan will also arrive at the mountain through the roots of the Oak of Time." opposite."

"Very good, you go with them." Ryan, just when he was planning to continue arranging the military situation, there was sudden noise and rapid footsteps outside the big tent. Two chasseurs and two Brittany The Yaxin nobles rushed in, wearing black robes, shirts and trousers, and black three-cornered hats.

"Wait a minute, there's a military meeting inside, you can't go in!" Raymond, the acting commander-in-chief of the Old Guards, who was standing at the door, immediately stood up. The two Old Guards immediately crossed their halberds and stopped the visitor.

"Loyalty! Honesty!" The hunters from Palavon saluted quickly, and the two new nobles dressed in all black revealed their faces.

"Gaiklan? Brighton?" Raymond was startled.

Aren't these Marshal Bertrand's two sons?

Seeing their black clothes, black hats, and black robes, Raymond suddenly thought of something, and his eyes turned red: "Your Majesty, the sons of Marshal Bertrand, Guaclin and Brydon, want to see you!"

"Let them in." Ryan's voice came from inside.

Gaquelin and Brydon were straggling. When they saw the Sun King sitting in the middle, Marshal Bertrand's two sons burst into tears instantly. They knelt down on one knee and cried so much that they were inhuman shape: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty~ I... His Majesty!"

"...You?" Ryan stood up, and everyone present stood up.

"My father... my father died of illness in Nottingham Castle two days ago!" Gaquelin and Brydon had tears on their faces. Bertrand's two sons couldn't help but kowtow and said: "Before he died, he said that he could no longer regret it. Accompanying Your Majesty to kill the enemy with the bow of Tarr! However, he was favored by Your Majesty throughout his life and promoted vigorously. He remained as a runaway slave until he became Your Majesty's Marshal and Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guards. He was already content. My father said that he was still I remember the day you made him a marshal, he said...life is nothing more than this, and his last wish is to scatter his ashes in the Chalon River."

Before Gueklin and Brydon could finish their words, Raymond and Callard, who had the best relationship with Bertrand and collaborated with him the most, were already filled with sadness. They couldn't help crying, but silently wiped away their tears with their fingers.

The two old dukes, Berhemond and François, were silent. Devonshire sighed and shook his head repeatedly.

Six out of the ten marshals have been eliminated.

Ryan and Sulia also had red eyes. How many heroes and soldiers have been buried in the battlefield since the end of time? I can’t even count them. Even Ryan’s pro-army Old Guards have gone through three or four batches of people. Most of the earliest batch of Old Guards died in battle, and a few retired. Those who followed Ryan eight times. There are not many veterans left from the Peak Mountain Expedition.

While the troops were still being assembled for the ultimate chivalrous battle, Ryan lost another marshal under his command. Looking at the marshal's scepter and marshal's uniform on the silver plate brought by Gaeklan and Brayton, the Sun King slowly stretched out his hand to signal to the attendants. Take it.

At nightfall, a heavy death knell rang in the Castle of Montfort.

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

The bells sound at long intervals, as if telling the past history in ancient language.

In the camp of the Chivalry Crusaders, whether they were knights, free people, serfs, dwarves, or wood elves, they all understood something. They all put down what they were doing and paid their last respects to the grassroots marshal.

Surrounding the scene of the funeral ceremony, the entire Old Guard army crowded like crazy outside the site of praise, and the sound of crying and wailing went straight from the outside of the camp gate to the gate.

More than two hundred Holy Grail knights and Britannia's great nobles all knelt down on one knee, holding their swords with one hand, the sword pointed downwards.

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

Marshal of Britannia, Earl of Nottingham, Chosen of Tarr, Green Arrow, former Bergerac Rogue, Bertrand.

His death also casts a shadow over this ultimate chivalrous battle.

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