The Sun King's Evidence

The water of the Reik River was supposed to rush quickly under the walls of Kronborg, but now the water of the Reik River is like the vomit of a drunkard after a hangover, churning with a crazy stench and yellow color. Green silt clogged the river channel.

As an important fortress of the empire and a key point connecting Marienburg, Middenheim, and Braunschweig, it was built for defense. Its towering outer walls stand proudly from the cliffs made of smooth rocks, symbolizing Midden. The white wolf flag of the leader swayed with the increasingly filthy cold wind above the castle. This was the gateway to Brunswick and a necessary target on the march of the plague army.

The person responsible for guarding Kronborg is Field Marshal Blücher of Midden, who is also the Duke of Kronborg. This is a veteran in his seventies. He has been stuck at the peak of legend for more than thirty years. This veteran The commander-in-chief Boris Todbringer believed that "the heroes who command less than 20,000 people are mostly idiots" and "are too determined to be better at hitting the wall than charging", so he was not reused in several major battles. , the old commander was often depressed, and often fantasized about various adventures, such as "I am pregnant with an elephant, it was the Brittanians who did it", and solemnly announced to the Brittanian court protest.

Knight Queen Surya also replied seriously: "Please give birth to the elephant, and we will claim it and pay alimony for it."

Kronborg once had more than 10,000 troops garrisoned at its peak, but now there are less than 5,000 defenders left. Duke Blücher once received an order from Marshal Helberg, the self-proclaimed imperial regent, asking him to abandon the existing army and lead With Kronburg's remaining troops retreated to Braunschweig.

Of course Duke Blücher disagreed. To this old marshal, Heilberg's order was very confusing. You are a marshal and I am also a marshal. You have to use the order of Reikland to control Middenland. army?

In the end, Duke Blücher only agreed to transfer the world-famous Kronburg Great Sword Corps. After all, this sword regiment was loyal to Emperor Carl Franz, so it was reasonable for them to be transferred.

Not long after the Great Sword Regiment of Kronburg withdrew, the Nurgle Plague Army's offensive arrived - the famous three Grote brothers arrived here. Duke Blücher originally attacked Kronburg's defenders and city. He is very confident in his strength. Although he only has 5,000 people, these 5,000 people are elite field troops. They have also been semi-professional troops for a long time and have participated in many wars to clean up beastman tribes, goblin warbands and small chaos cult groups. He was convinced that he could hold out until reinforcements arrived.

But in fact, just two hours after the war started, Marshal Blücher discovered a terrifying fact.

The strong walls are cracking.

The old commander rushed up to the city wall like crazy. He saw that the solid granite city wall that was originally as solid as iron and carefully dug out from the Roof of the World Mountains actually had cracks one after another, and then quickly expanded to the width of a sword blade.

"No, it's impossible. This is hard granite. We personally inspected it during the acceptance inspection. It can never become like this." The old commander stretched his hand into the gap in the city wall to see what he thought. What happened to the proud city wall?

The thick gloves pulled out a handful of rotten mud from the cracks in the city wall. Foam was still rising on the surface of the mud, emitting an unpleasant smell.

"Marshal, there is something wrong with the city wall!" The deputy general ran over and cried: "The city wall is melting, and none of us know what happened."

"No matter what happens, we must maintain firepower." Marshal Blücher pushed the adjutant away: "Taal's teeth! No one is allowed to leave his position without authorization! Otherwise, I will use Yuri personally. K’s hammer smashed his head in!”

"yes!"

The defenders continued to resist stubbornly. Blücher was fortunate that the artillery was still useful against these enemies for the time being, but even the earth itself seemed to be awakened to deal with them, and the sound of animal hooves and iron boots resounded from every direction in the vast forest. The roar.

Acid rain fell from the sky, and these rainwaters filled with foul smell and corrosive liquid roared in. At first, it was no different from ordinary rainstorms, but soon, the droplets falling from the sky became heavier and heavier, until they The hailstones turned into mud and joined the battle in a disgusting manner. Every exposed surface made the ground slippery and unstable, and the cannon's axle rolled around, making the gunner's movements slow and slipping.

Some of the artillery produced in the small Middenheim workshop have shown signs of cracking due to the erosion of this acid rain. The rain hit the barrel and made a sizzling sound, as well as the breastplates of the soldiers. If the rain seeps into the eyes, the brave Imperial soldiers will scream sadly. Marshal Blücher had to keep running back and forth to boost morale, and at the same time ordered the soldiers to fire as much as possible.

Since the enemy appeared, the imperial defenders have been pouring out firepower all the time, outputting exploding walls of fire to batter the oncoming tribal armies in droves.

"Tal's teeth, Ulric will curse you!" The old commander watched the Norscan raiders as the vanguard being wiped out. He roared triumphantly and signaled his subordinates to open fire and fire again. He wanted to let Manzi knew how powerful he was.

However, even though the firearms had cut off enemies in large numbers, countless incoming enemies still came towards them without fear. They were fearless, climbing over the twitching corpses that fell to the ground crazily, singing barbaric songs with joy, and being washed away by the pouring rain. The body of the barbarians not only did not slow down their movements, but also became stronger. Duke Blücher saw with his own eyes that some muskets penetrated the bodies of the barbarians, but they only penetrated. Some barbarians did not even have any The bleeding just spurted out yellow-green pus, and then soaked in the rain, the wound healed on the spot.

This can't go on like this!

The old commander was about to ask the defenders to reorganize and find the location of the Chaos Lord. He ran quickly towards the city wall.

The scene in front of him caused the old handsome man to have a cardiopulmonary arrest.

The walls of Kronborg are missing!

The entire city wall has been tightly wrapped in sky-high vines and squirming tentacles! In the song of praise for Nurgle, the poisonous vines twisted continuously and continued to climb up the city wall. Thousands of tentacles happily extended up the wall's corroded surface, the once extremely hard granite. The city walls are as fragile as cheese on the surface of the tentacles that constantly secrete turbid mucus, and the small towers have shaken their foundations under the corrosion of the creep tentacles.

Duke Blücher watched helplessly as the remaining defenders fell into a rolling frenzy of blasphemous flesh, being torn apart and swallowed up by the torrent of green and brown.

This extremely brave old commander who had led the charge of the Empire's pioneer cavalry and pistol cavalry countless times reached out to cover his mouth. The fear from the depths of his soul had swallowed up his will. The giant minotaur didn't even scare him. Shuai watched helplessly as the remaining defenders fell into a rolling frenzy of blasphemous flesh, being torn to pieces and swallowed up by the torrent of green and brown.

Blücher could not find words to describe this army in his memory. The plague army was made up of a large group of grotesque and abnormal things. Some could be seen as Yankees wearing plate armor and shaggy fur, and some could be seen as Yankees wearing plate armor and matted fur. They are grotesque plague patients wielding hooks and flails,

Some were forest beasts, swollen and oozing with hideous proportions beyond the scope of mortal knowledge, and salivating with unnatural desire. All creatures had vague outlines of demons flashing on their bodies, roaring and screaming in the heavy rain.

No one could fight against that kind of enemy. They swarmed up like a swarm of rats, climbing up the steep city wall on their hands and feet along the lush thorns and thorns. The stones were crushed under their feet. , but they still kept going, laughing and climbing up on the fallen corpses of their companions.

"Retreat, retreat to the inner castle, retreat." Duke Blücher realized that it was impossible for them to fight against such an enemy. From the time he joined the army at the age of 18 until now, the old commander had never been so shaken. He cried and shouted Said: "Retreat to the inner castle!"

Before he finished speaking, the slate floor under the old commander's feet began to melt, and his hard military boots stepped on the muddy ground. The once compacted muddy ground and the solid road paved with stone slabs now looked like a large filthy swamp, and the stinking rapids followed. The melted slate splashed out and shot Marshal Blücher all over his face. The pungent smell made the old marshal scream and climb up to a relatively solid place.

It also woke him up. Marshal Blücher looked at the commotion of the battlefield and felt that his brain had been emptied.

He recalled the future that Pastor Ulric divined for him in the Ulric church when he was a child.

"Planning and fighting."

“There are failures and there are victories.”

"Awaken and become stronger."

"This is it, heading towards glory."

Yes, nothing can resist such a terrible enemy, at least not Kronborg.

"Retreat! Retreat to Braunschweig! Everyone, retreat!" The old commander finally realized it. He cried and asked everyone to escape. The defenders of Kronburg could hardly believe that this was stubborn and only The command given by the commander who knew how to charge made everyone stunned for a moment, but Blücher kept giving orders, and the commander continued to scream: "Retreat! This is an order! If you don't obey, I will kill you now." "

So don't the Imperial soldiers want to escape? Don’t you want to live?

The answer is of course no. Before Nurgle's army could complete the encirclement, the imperial soldiers fled in panic and fled towards the east. The gate of the castle, which was already in a state of collapse and melting, was opened, and about 2,000 imperial soldiers escaped. A tight siege.

Marshal Blücher was covered in blood. As a legendary peak powerhouse, the old marshal stopped in front of the inner castle gate alone. He personally killed more than thirty Chaos Warriors, six Nurgle beasts and countless Nurgle beasts. The Norscan plunderer bought time for his men to escape. He was like crazy, only attacking but not defending. The land at the gate of Kronburg's inner castle was stained red with his blood.

The veteran who has served in the Imperial Army for more than 50 years showed everything he has on this day!

Under the brilliance of Yurik, the old commander as an imperial man reached the most glorious peak of his life at this moment, killing two entire war gangs of Yankees by himself.

"Hahahaha~ Come on!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~ Yankees, your Grandpa Blücher is here! I will send you to meet your god now!"

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and muskets fired.

Throwing away the long curled knife, he laughed loudly as he watched his personal guards and the last group of artillery escape. Before he could laugh enough, the ground beneath him sank directly, and a huge claw emerged from The ground stretched out, overthrowing the collapsed inner castle of Kronborg like building blocks, and let out a roar of victory: "Me too!"

It’s Gurit, the third brother of one of the three Grote brothers!

"It's not over yet!" Marshal Blücher yelled nervously: "It's not over yet, you Yankees, just wait, we will end you under Charlemagne's throne, Boris and Carl-Further Lantz will avenge me, just wait for the trial of Gale Maraz, the fate of you fallen ones is doomed..."

"Pa~" Gurit's big foot came down, stepping on Blücher's entire body into the ground. The old handsome man's body broke into pieces and sank deeply into the ground.

"So this is the end of Kronburg?" Otto, the eldest brother, announced another victory.

"Brother, did you hear someone talking just now?" The second brother Ezerak shook his cane with a bell, and the white wolf flag at the top of Kronburg was instantly ignited by green flames and fell from the height.

"It seems there is, but I can't remember it," Otto muttered.

"Forget it, never mind." The second brother Ezerak agreed: "It's your turn to show off, third brother!"

"Me too." Gurit roared enthusiastically. It vented all its destructive desires. The originally strong walls and inner fortress of Kronburg were now riddled with holes. Gurit used He pushed the blocks to knock everything down, then patted his belly with satisfaction.

Around Kron Castle, the Nurglings were playing a symphony together, rivers of blood and flesh, broken spines and rotten human bodies, everything was swelling in the storm.

Kronborg fell.

.........I am the dividing line where Kronborg fell......

At the same time, Archaon, the Everchosen God of Chaos, who was sitting on the wasteland throne in the northern wasteland of Chaos, also heard Tyrion's voice in the subspace.

Why is this person so stupid?

Archaon thought, maybe the Everchosen, the regent of Ulthuan and the incarnation of Cain, is crazy, right?

Many people feel that there are many similarities between Kane's teachings and Khorne's teachings. Could Kane be Khorne's trumpet?

In fact, not at all. Kane is the Elven God no matter what, and Khorne is undoubtedly the Chaos God no matter how "loyal" he is.

For Kane, killing is a means, and the goal is to build a survival-of-the-fittest society where everyone is full of martial virtue. Kane's assassins pursue extremely fancy killing moves all day long, and pay special attention to killing with one hit. If they kill too much, Ugly, the way is too vulgar and low, not only cannot please Kane, but also easily incurs Kane's anger.

For Khorne, killing is the goal, and everything else is a means. Khorne only wants blood flowing, heads falling, the roar of the victor and complete destruction. As for how to kill and who to kill, it doesn't matter. , the Blood God never asks about the source of blood, as long as he kills, he is a good believer of Khorne.

The Everchosen first considered the pros and cons of Tyrion's madness, and he found that he had no reason to prevent the recurrence of the battle in Elf Heaven, because it would be of great benefit to the Everchosen without any harm.

Before the start of ET, the combined armies of High Elves and Dark Elves alone exceeded 300,000.

When Tyrion summoned all the high-elf armies and finally drove out all the chaos demons in Ulthuan through bloody battles. When Malekith repeatedly defeated the chaos frenzy and finally decided to abandon Nagaros and go to Ulthuan to fight for his throne, the high-elves The Elf + Dark Elf also have an army of 200,000.

When the Elven Civil War began and ended with the Battle of the Desolate Islands, and Malekith ascended the throne of the Phoenix King, there were only about 100,000 troops of High Elf + Dark Elf left.

After the Battle of Avalon where Tyrion robbed Alarielle, the King of the Forest Orion and the Hunting God Kunos fell together. The God of Forging Vaal, the Lord of the Starlight Furnace Dais, also fell together, and both sides suffered casualties. After the tragedy, how many troops are left of the High Elf + Dark Elf?

There are only about 60,000 to 70,000 troops left. The strength of the elves cannot be described as a great loss, but as a catastrophe.

If we talk about curved loyalty, we have to mention the Tai brothers. One leads a wolf into the house and directly brings about civil war. The other is dedicated to killing his own people and continuously offering his loyalty. When I succeed in destroying the world, I will definitely hang the heads of these two brothers on my On the armor of Moka, leave it as a souvenir.

Archaon thought.

But what we need to consider now is how to assist the three Grote brothers in capturing Brunswick and prove that the empire was built on a lie?

Archaon took out the map and received news that the Brittanian Crusaders had assembled at Montfort and were preparing to pass through the Axbite Pass to support the Empire.

It blocked the water artery of Marienburg, but failed to block the Axbite Pass, right?

This won't work!

"Instruct Cha-Zan Ek to lead his Raven Guard Legion to stop the Knights Crusaders at the Ax Bite Pass!"

"At the same time, Lucius and the legions of the Sons of Slaanesh and the beastman army of the Dark Prophet Malagor were sent to immediately attack Bogenhafen and Helmgart to block the advance of Lion Malcador."

"yes!"

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