The Sun King's Evidence

PS: Today is the 100th anniversary of the Communist Party of China. A century is like a song. It is the prime of life, and we will create great achievements along the way. We will keep our original aspirations and set out again. The people have faith, the nation has hope, and the country has strength! Long live the great Communist Party of China!

Imperial calendar year 2526, autumn, Middenland, Dracowald Black Forest.

"Kill!" In the dense black forest, a familiar rough voice carried a terrifying whisper as it turned over the leaves blown by the wind, and a large group of flying insects flew up from the rotten branches.

A legion from Middenheim is advancing in the Black Forest. The rune fang in the leader's hand shines brightly. As it cuts across the screaming neck of the inferior horn, the human-sized head emerges from the dirty, deformed and emaciated beastman. The body was removed with a sound, and a deep red light flashed on the sword's edge.

Dracovald's beastman warbands scrambled to avoid a similar fate, but the rise and fall of the Runefangs ushered in only bloody carnage. Blood clots spattered on the trunks of the surrounding trees. The man holding the sword and his horse made ear-piercing roars. A horse hoof inlaid with an iron palm quickly kicked the back of the fleeing beast man, breaking the back of the wailing creature. bone.

"Kazak! Get out!"

Boris Todbringer, Elector, Duke of Middenheim, Grand Duke of Midden, his voice spread far, far away.

Behind Boris, followed a group of white wolf knights, a group of imperial hunters, a group of cheetah knights, and about two companies of Middenheim city defense troops, who trudged hard in the black forest.

"Kazak! Get out of here, I know you are nearby!" Boris then roared: "Have you heard the screams of your people? Have you smelled their blood?"

"Come and fight with me, Kazak!" The roar of the Elector can be heard endlessly, but there is not much response in the black forest. Only the sound of things shuttling in the forest from time to time, and the occasional flying cold arrows can explain the wild beasts. People were not exterminated.

"Ha~hu~ha!" Boris Todbringer breathed in the turbid air, and the elector laughed ferociously. He is nearly a hundred years old this year. Even if he is a strong man in the sanctuary, at this age He is definitely not young anymore, not to mention that Boris was injured many times and lost an eye when he was young, which greatly damaged his vitality. In his later years, he suffered a series of changes. His first wife died of a sudden illness, and his second wife was killed. He was killed after being discovered to be a Chaos cultist, and his two sons died in a murder. This series of events dealt a devastating blow to Boris. The old guy was once devastated. If he hadn't realized that his people still needed him to protect him, Without a suitable successor, Boris has long since retired and given up everything.

Thinking of the previous quarrel in the Elector's Palace in Middenheim, Boris couldn't help but smile bitterly inwardly.

At the recent meeting, Middenheim's siege army was finally repelled by Charlemagne's chosen champion Woten and his army. The siege of Middenheim was temporarily lifted, but then news came that an army of several An army of a hundred thousand Skaven and a million-man Chaos army are approaching.

But at this critical moment, Boris announced that Woten was appointed Lord of Middenheim and Marshal of Middenheim, responsible for commanding all the remaining armies of Middenheim. However, Boris himself planned to lead an army loyal to Middenheim. His team of White Wolf Knights, his family's private army, and a team of Cheetah Knights responsible for protecting him personally went to the Dracovald Forest to fight to the death with his old enemy Kazak One-Eye.

After Boris announced his decision, all the military and political officials in Middenheim were filled with question marks.

At this time, as the orthodox ruler of Middenheim, the spiritual leader of the soldiers and civilians, and the symbol of the will of the White Wolf God Ulric (the Great Ulric is dead), you do not stay to stabilize the morale of the army, but plan to lead Leading a small group of people to the dangerous Dracovald Forest to find a decisive battle with some beastman?

Everyone just asked Boris, is there something wrong with your brain?

Boris didn't care, he said he was going.

Axel, the grand leader of the White Wolf Knights, had a fierce attitude. He asked Boris if he had lost his mind and gone crazy.

Charlemagne's chosen champion, Woten, said that Middenheim cannot live without Boris, and Woten is willing to complete this task for him if it doesn't work out.

Boris refused. He insisted on going, ignoring everyone's obstruction. The Elector pulled out the Rune Fang and warned them that this was his birthright.

The great wizard of the sacred beast system, Matak, even directly told Boris that Archaon, the eternal god of chaos, was approaching, and they would arrive at the city of Middenheim soon. Boris should not leave under any circumstances at this time, and the eternal god of chaos was approaching. Once the election is close, it is impossible for the one-eyed Kazak, the supreme beast king of Dracovald, not to come and report to the Eternal Chosen. The opportunity for revenge will come sooner or later.

Boris didn't know how to retort for a moment, so he simply shouted: Have you ever seen the Eternal Chosen One? Why do you say that the Eternal Chosen One has arrived? Skaven? The Skaven are something that only exists in children's books, they are all fake, they are just part of the Beastmen! Why does the end come? Why did the empire become what it is now?

It's because Kazak has one eye!

All the responsibility lies with Kazak One-Eye!

Kazak One-Eye must be killed!

There is only one goal, which is to kill Kazzak's one-eyed man!

Without Kazak's One-Eye, there would be no final moment!

Boris's theism shocked everyone present, and no one knew what to say. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Boris directly appointed Woten as the Lord of Middenheim and led the group of people loyal to him to leave. Middenheim.

Everyone thought he was crazy. Only Boris knew that he was crazy, but not completely crazy.

Of course he knew that the Skaven were real, of course he knew that Archaon was approaching, of course he knew what kind of test Middenheim would face next.

He just wanted to be willful once, and for the last time, all he hoped to achieve was to chase the shadow of the opponent who had tortured his life for a long time. He would kill Kazak, and the entire world had shrunk into a singularity, Middenheim. , Dracowald Forest, Kazak, and him Boris.

As long as Kazak is killed, everything will be fine! Boris kept trying to convince himself that with a brave action to curb the tide of fallen beasts trying to cover everything, kill the beast heads, destroy the war group, and with the collapse of the beastman tribe, victory in the Northern War would be easy. Without their cannon fodder, the Three-Eyed King's army will realize they have lost their numerical advantage. This is enough to turn things around, this is enough, he Boris Todd Bollinger has fulfilled his obligations and responsibilities.

For this reason, when the fishy wind symbolizing the warning of the white wolf god Ulric blew by Boris's ears and brought a warning belonging to Ulric, Boris resolutely ignored it, even though Boris knew it well deep in his heart. , He was being willful, he was doing something stupid, he left his city, his people, he handed them over to the hands of strangers, he knew he had made a huge mistake, he knew... He knows everything.

Now, are you satisfied? old man?

You clearly know that this is wrong, but you still want to be willful, just for your own personal vendetta?

You are such an unqualified ruler!

Boris! You bastard! Rubbish!

The deep sense of guilt almost drove Boris crazy. He could only charge crazily, kill, and ride a war horse to rush into the herd of beasts. He looked at the imperial soldiers in white and blue uniforms as the beasts came from all directions. The group fought bloody battles and were gradually swallowed up with sadness in their hearts.

It's your fault, Boris! You killed them! Just because of your willfulness!

The strong guilt made Boris almost schizophrenic. He had to continue fighting and let himself fall into blood rage. He kept shouting the name of One-Eyed Kazak alone. He did not know how many beastmen he killed until There are enemies on all sides. He has killed the Horned Beast, the Chaos Warhound, the Horned Beast, the Great Horned Beast, the Chaos Egg, the Harpy, and he has even killed two Beastmen and the Beastmaster and a Neighing Shaman. The razor beast chariot cut open the leg of his horse, and Boris gave his beloved mount a sword to put it to rest.

He persisted alone for nearly a whole day, and he didn't know how long it took, until the last Midden leader fell to the ground and was eaten clean by a group of razor beasts.

Great, old man, you killed them!

It doesn't matter! Boris heard the horn sound deep in the forest. It was the horn of the one-eyed Kazak. The White Wolf Elector couldn't help but smile. It's okay. I will accompany you soon!

wait for me!

The surrounding minotaurs reluctantly gave way after hearing the sound of the horn. On a razor beast chariot, Dracovald, the beastman supreme beast king, one-eyed Kazak, finally appeared, its one eye staring at Bao. Rhys, come to claim the prey it deserves. This vicious beast of the dark forest is huge and bulky. The tattered and discarded armor cannot cover up the strong muscles and old scars at all. The yellowed skull hangs on his On the belt, the huge claws held a barbed steel whip, and the other held a butcher knife with destructive runes engraved all over it.

There is no doubt that Kazak is in much better condition than Boris. The Elector is exhausted, while Kazak is in good condition.

"You finally gave up, you bastard, you bastard." Boris knew very well that he couldn't hold on any longer. Kazak didn't have to come out originally, he just needed to let the Minotaur war gang continue the siege, and he would die here sooner or later.

But he knew Kazak just as Kazak knew him.

This is a fateful showdown between two people.

"Great, old beast, it turns out that you will grow old too." Boris was about to say a few harsh words, but found that Kazak's hair was mixed with a lot of silver strands.

Beastmen will also age, especially Beastmen and Beastmasters like Kazzak who have not received enough blessings from the Chaos God. Even if it is a Sanctuary Beastmaster, it will also grow old. Moreover, Beastmen are short-lived species, and their lifespan is really It is much shorter and basically does not live to old age or death.

"How long has the duel between us been going on?" Boris was smiling. It was a smile of joy, a smile where dreams finally came into reality: "Thirty years? Wow, it's been so long without even realizing it. Yanzhi is scary, right? But what does it have to do with me?"

"Roar... true god... oracle... White Wolf City... burn!" Kazak growled.

"Then let them fight. Charlemagne's divine choice will solve everything, and so will Archaon." Boris raised the corners of his mouth, and his big red beard was covered with blood clots of beastmen: "Let them go Fight, they fight theirs, we fight ours? Allright?"

"..." A trace of emotion appeared on Kazak's face, which made Boris understand a little bit. The real army of beastmen had gone to the Central Mountains to pay allegiance to Archaon, while the remaining Kazak stayed behind. Here it is.

"Why did you stay? Is it because you don't want to surrender to the Three-Eyed King? Or are you looking forward to this duel? Or... you are too old and the Three-Eyed King doesn't like you at all?" Bao Rhys was aggressive.

When Boris said, "I don't think much of you at all," Kazak got angry in a rare way and let out a scream of annoyance.

"Hahahaha! It seems I guessed it right!" Before Boris could laugh a few times, the beast rushed towards him. His nasal cavity was already filled with the stench of Kazak. With a loud noise, the blades suddenly collided, and the thunder The sound echoed through the forest. The two long-standing enemies are now wrapped in a bloodthirsty sword storm. They have fought each other countless times in the past, and this time is no exception.

In terms of hard power, Boris is slightly better than the one-eyed Kazak, but the old elector has been fighting for too long and is very tired. Kazak has the natural wrist strength bonus of the beastman, and there is no winner between the two sides.

Boris Todbringer can also feel that Kazak's energy is not as good as before. It is getting tired faster than before, and its sword is not as sharp.

Two old guys! Boris laughed at himself and said, before we know it, we are all old!

What if you weren't a beast? How nice would it be if we were comrades in arms? We can retire together, take a bath together in a military nursing home, eat meat, and reminisce about the past. We can brag together in a tavern, tell our stories, and show our glory.

How sad, I lost my wife and two sons, you also lost your son, killed by my own hands, I took away one of your eyes, you also took away one of mine, I was in the forest Tens of thousands of good young men have been lost inside, what about you? In my few campaigns alone, tens of thousands of cubs were killed, as well as those inferior horned beasts and horned beasts. How many of them were your people? Your comrade?

I hate you and you hate me. The only thing that can interrupt the chain of hatred is the complete end of one party.

Boris was waiting, and the battle between the two sides continued. After all, the old elector's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but Kazak couldn't take him down. The Supreme Beast King snapped, threw out his whip, and clothed The iron whip full of barbs went straight to Boris's right foot.

coming! Boris cheered in his heart, well done!

It's an old trick. After all these years, you still like to use it when deciding the outcome.

But now, I am no longer the same person! Since Boris was defeated by this trick last time, he has already hired a professional martial arts master to ask for advice on how to break the whip with sword and shield.

Sliding sideways to avoid the long whip, Boris stepped forward and stepped on the whip on the ground, and then thrust the sword forward. Kazak quickly let go and retreated, narrowly avoiding the Runefang blade. Leaning forward, Kazak immediately picked up the machete and smashed it down hard. Boris's shield was shattered, and the rune teeth were bounced away. With the third blow, Kazak finally cut through Boris's armor as he wished, letting his There was a hole in the surface of the plate armor.

The surrounding beasts were roaring wildly, as if they were already planning to celebrate the Beast King's victory.

However, Kazzak felt the severe pain coming from below. The rune teeth had penetrated its thigh. The beast king's thigh was broken in response. Kazzak fell to the ground. Boris immediately pounced on it like a hungry wolf. He turned the rune fang, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword downward, and shouted: "For my lost wife and son, and for all the compatriots who died because of you! Die!"

"Bow-Ri-S!" Kazak seemed to realize what was about to happen. It roared at the top of its lungs, but did nothing else.

"Ka-za-ke!"

"B-R-S!"

"Ka-za-ke!"

It's unclear whether it was attachment, loss, pleasure, joy or relief. After shouting each other's names twice with no meaning, the rune teeth fell down, pierced the creature's eyes, and then fell into its skull. , Kazak's hooves writhed on the ground for a while, and then became motionless.

Boris Todbringer pressed all his weight on the hilt of Runefang until he felt the blade sinking into the mud beneath Kazak's skull.

"So, this is the end? I also expect you to give me more surprises." Boris drew out the Rune Fang.

There was silence. At least two thousand beastmen had witnessed this duel, and now they were about to pounce.

But Boris only felt very relaxed. He looked up to the sky and roared. For the first time in a long, long time, he felt that there was no more burden in his chest. He had won.

He was going to die, he was going to be torn to pieces by the beastmen.

But he won.

The Todbringer family would be cut off from their heritage, the Runefang would be lost in the Black Forest, and Middenheim would lose their leader, who had let Ulric down.

But, he won!

Boris spread his arms and laughed like a kid who stole cheese.

Win, win, he wins!

Won Ma.

"I am a twilight wolf!" He raised the Rune Fang. Boris looked as energetic as if he were fifty years younger. He raised his iron boots, stepped on Kazak's head and barely straightened his waist, alone. Facing thousands of bloodthirsty and fanatical beastmen, letting the bright red blood flow from the gaps in the helmet, Boris Todbringer, Duke of Middenheim, Elector, Grand Duke of Middenland, Dela The ruler of the Kovald Forest showed a free and easy smile: "What, do you want to get this world? Do you want to get my head, Boris Todbringer, and give it to your dark masters???!!!"

"Come on! Ulric's fangs are right here!"

“If you have the guts, come and get it!!!”

Boris's hoarse voice swept through the dark forest, and for a moment nothing among the thousands of beastmen dared to step forward.

On the contrary, there was a flash of white light in the forest, and an unrivaled high elf warrior came from afar like lightning, like fire, more like a beam of light, cutting through the night. The Sun Flame Sword in his hand chopped down all the beastmen, and two blazing flames Spewing out, white light illuminated the dark forest, and the beastmen fled in fear.

The wind of light transformed, and Tyrion stepped out of the forest alone. He applauded vigorously: "A very beautiful speech, human, you are a warrior."

"Who are you?" Boris asked.

"I am Tyrion, the descendant of Alario." Tyrion smiled freely, he looked very relaxed: "But it doesn't matter who I am, we are all the same kind of people, I am sure."

"Boris, are you interested in performing a show with me, Twilight Wolf Seeking Home?"

Come on, come on, I'll try to finish it within five or six chapters.