The Sun King's Evidence

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In the early morning, when the first ray of morning light entered the camp, a fierce battle was reaching its peak.

The entire camp is filled with warring beastmen and human armies.

Smoke, fire, ruins, all human beings took up weapons to fight, even the eldest lady of the Duke's family was fully armed, holding a knight's sword in both hands and shouted: "Suffer death!"

A speared horned beast was chopped into two pieces by the female knight's long sword, and filthy beast blood came towards him.

The plate armor on Sulia's body shone brightly, and the enchanted energy formed a thin shield to help her block the filthy blood. The female knight raised her knight sword and chanted the song of the Fairy in the Lake. name.

The sword exuded a sacred white light, driving away her fatigue.

Her knight's sword is enchanted by the Oracle of the Lake God, which can speed up the recovery of her physical strength.

"It's dawn." Sulia felt that she was approaching the limit both mentally and physically.

Looking up towards the camp.

The tall centaurs were wreaking havoc in the camp with their iron hooves, and the minotaurs wielding battle axes roared loudly, harvesting the lives of the serf soldiers.

Raising her head, a giant minotaur slashed at the female knight's battle ax. Sulia raised the knight's sword and barely resisted. Sparks flew from the blade. Relying on the enchantment and the female knight's own wrist strength, Sulia reluctantly retreated. In a few steps, the attack was defused.

"Miss!" Sulia's maid Sylvia exclaimed. She immediately gave up her entanglement with the inferior horned beast in front of her and rushed to Sulia's side: "Miss, are you okay?"

"Woo! Wow! Humans...die!" The Minotaur gasped from its nostrils and was about to charge towards the two female knights again.

"Sulia!" Julius, who was being surrounded by several horned beasts, saw his sister in crisis and shouted anxiously.

The Minotaur's thick hooves had only reached halfway when a long sword burning with white flames and emitting light blue light passed through its chest from behind. The Minotaur screamed and fell to the ground. The knight errant next to it He immediately came up and replenished two swords.

"Miss Sulia!" Ryan's face was sweaty. He pulled the Fury out of the Minotaur's body, and then quickly reached out to the female knight and pulled her up.

"Your Excellency Ryan, thank you." The female knight reluctantly stood up.

"Protect your lady and retreat!" Ryan immediately ordered to Sylvia. The maid nodded, and she helped Sulia retreat.

"For the lady! For Winford!" The soldiers of the Winford Fugitive Regiment rushed forward without fear of death. A row of spears pierced the inferior horn beasts who came to support from behind. The blood was spread all over the camp, and they could no longer be distinguished. Which ones are human blood and which ones are animal blood.

Hundreds of corpses covered the ground.

Just after three o'clock in the morning, the beastman tribe launched another attack on the right army led by Ryan. This attack was no longer a small fight, but an attack in groups, horned beasts, big horned beasts, Minotaurs, centaurs and even harpies all joined the attack.

The knights fought until dawn, and their tenacity ensured that the beastmen never defeated this army.

"Woo~oooo~" Even after the attack failed, a horn sound came from the depths of the forest, and the beastmen retreated. Like humans, the beastmen were also very tired from repeated harassment. A surprise attack would not succeed. If they continued to fight, the situation would only be detrimental to them. Even more disadvantageous.

This time the beastmen really retreated cleanly. The knights sent out scouts and found that no beastmen were seen within a few kilometers.

This opportunity was rare. The right army immediately broke out of camp. After marching for about five kilometers, they found a valley and stationed here. The knights counted the number of people. There were only more than 5,000 people left in the army of more than 6,000 people. , a dozen knights were buried in the bone forest.

After setting up camp, many knights fell asleep due to exhaustion. Ryan also took the opportunity to take a good rest after confirming that there were no beastmen nearby.

By the time he was woken up, the sun was setting outside and it was approaching dusk.

It was Olivier. This young and optimistic knight looked in very bad condition. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his left hand hung weakly on his chest. He was obviously injured: "My Baron, Marquis Gabriel I asked Marquis Julius if you were awake, they want to convene a new military meeting."

"Okay, I'll be right away! Olivier, are your injuries okay?" Ryan turned over and got up. He took a few breaths and asked about Olivier's injuries.

"Fortunately, I feel much better after resting for a long time." Olivier said that it was no longer a problem. The knight-errant was injured in the surprise attack early this morning. His left arm was cut by the beastman's machete.

"Get a good rest, there is still a battle to fight next." Ryan stood up, took a basin of water and wiped his face.

After walking out of the tent, gusts of breeze blew across the face of the Holy Grail Knight. He saw a large number of wounded lying in the camp screaming. Many serfs had bandages on their bodies. The logistics and army personnel were boiling water and cooking. More People just find a random place and fall asleep with their heads covered, without caring about anything else.

"Sir Ryan!" Many serf soldiers saw the appearance of the Holy Grail Knight and said hello quickly.

"Good fight, boys, hold on, we can win." Ryan noticed that many serfs had been injured, and many serfs looked at him with expectation and admiration. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he had to encourage the soldiers Morale: "Hang in there."

The encouragement of the Holy Grail Knight is very effective, and the morale of the serfs is relatively stable.

Arriving at the open space of the central army, Gabriel and Julius were already there. Marquis Connery was injured and did not participate in the military meeting. On the contrary, Sulia took his place in the meeting. The female knight He found a chair and sat down. He seemed to be in a bad mood: "Mr. Ryan?"

"Yeah!" Ryan nodded, and the four of them stood by the small pond in the valley, discussing the next action.

"Gentlemen, I have two good news and one bad news to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?" Baron Gabriel smiled very ugly: "The first good news is that our food is now very sufficient. .”

Both Ryan and Lidya Su smiled bitterly. After experiencing such attrition, food was naturally sufficient.

Only Julius kept a straight face and said nothing.

"The second good news is that the beastmen seem to have really disappeared. The scouts we sent did not find any traces of the beastmen, not even ordinary animals. After so many years of fighting, everyone, you know What does this mean?" Gabriel's eyes sparkled: "This is bad news, it means that the next attack will be an all-out war between the beasts and us."

"Total war..." Ryan frowned: "Can you predict when the beastmen will attack?"

"It's difficult." Julius spoke: "It's difficult for us to predict the actions of the beastmen. I can only say that they will attack when we are at our weakest or least expected."

"Attack at the weakest and most unexpected time..." Several people fell into silence.

So, when will it be?

Beastmen and green-skinned Orks are not the same race.

The fighting style of the greenskins is called living for fighting and dying for war. The beastmen are closer to retaliation that makes their opponents feel painful. They will do their best to torture and humiliate their enemies.

Now, the beastmen lurked in the shadows, waiting to deal a fatal blow to the exhausted army.

Ryan and the others do not intend to sit still and wait for death. The soldiers are still capable of fighting, and the knights will never succumb to these chaotic beasts.

But when will the Beastman launch this fatal blow?

This army cannot be in a state of alert and standby forever, so that they themselves will collapse before the beastmen appear.

You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to guard against a thief in a thousand days.

Several people can feel the heavy courage pressing on their shoulders. In this world, every move of the commander often affects the entire battle situation, and every decision they make is related to the life and death of thousands of people.

If there is no way to tell when the beastmen will attack, this unit will have to tremble like a frightened bird. How can we continue to fight this battle?

"Apply for reinforcements? Let the Marquis of Angsi join us in the middle?" Ryan made another suggestion.

The cool breeze of dusk blew across the faces of several people, and the knights all focused their attention on Marquis Gabriel.

He has a magic tool made by the Lake God's prophet on his body, which can carry out magical communication.

The third son of the Duke of Bastogne hesitated for a moment, then took out a long silver tool like a dagger: "Do you want to ask now?"

"Asking earlier will be effective." Ryan shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You can also know the answer earlier."

So Marquis Gabriel no longer hesitated. He took out a gem, pressed it on the magic communication tool, and then signaled everyone to be quiet.

After about ten seconds, the call came through.

"This is Angsi-Desmond, is it the right-wing army? Please report your situation." The young voice of the Marquis of Angsi came from the props.

"This is Gabriel de Bastogne, we are in trouble..." Gabriel told the coach the current predicament of the right army in a concise and concise manner.

Magical communication requires huge energy. Marquis Gabriel described the current predicament in a few words, and a valuable gem has become dim.

However, the Marquis of Angsi was silent for a long time, and it was not until the energy of the gem was almost exhausted that he spoke: "Maybe we can't support you. I'm sorry, Gabriel."

"Why?!" Gabriel said anxiously.

"The enemy's situation is unknown now. The army has just set out on the road. Our scouts have also detected signs of Beastmen's activities. We are not sure whether what you encountered here is the main force of Beastmen. This is most likely a trap, so we... ...won't...meet forces, just...like that." At the end of the sentence, Marquis Anxi's voice was blurred.

Then the communication was interrupted.

"As expected." Gabriel put down the communication tool and sighed: "I didn't count on him. When he assigned us together, I knew we could only rely on ourselves."

"Let's discuss when the beastmen will launch a full-scale attack on us."

"That's all."

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The discussion among the knights of the kingdom continues.

On the side, the serfs were working hard. Under the orders of the knights, they were chopping wood and lighting fires to prepare for cooking. Many serfs were setting up fences and building wooden walls to strengthen the defense of the camp.

Denis performed well in today's encounter. The son of Orion fought bravely in the battle and even shot out the left eye of a single-horned beast.

In order to reward his bravery, the knights assigned him to work near the camp and take care of the knight's elf horse.

This is a very high honor for the serfs, being able to shovel shit for the noble elf war horse. If Denis can return home to Bastogne alive, he can brag about it in the village, and the village elders will also He will definitely look at him differently.

This is a serf who shovels shit for the knight's elf war horse! He is no longer an ordinary person!

If he could live in the same stable as the elf war horse at night, then he might be the serf with the most status and status in the village, and the next village elder is destined to be him.

Orion's son worked hard chopping wood, just like the serfs around him.

At this moment, the words of the Holy Grail Knight came to his ears: "When do the beastmen usually attack?"

"The attacks of beastmen are often related to totems and celestial phenomena."

"But we don't have sky mages or star mages here. We can't predict changes in the sky or predict when the beastmen will attack!"

"Damn, the weather is always changing this season."

The ax that was chopping wood stopped, and Denis thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

The serf next to him quickly slapped him on the shoulder: "Oh! God! Deni! What are you doing?"

"Today is September 3rd, right?" Deni immediately came back to his senses and looked at the serf next to him to confirm the date.

"Yes, yes! That's right, Denis, work quickly. Remember, you must always focus on the work in front of you, otherwise you will be punished by the knight!" the serf said impatiently, but what happened next The sight stunned him.

The ax fell to the ground.

A serf rushed towards Ryan and others who were discussing the military situation.

"Master Holy Grail Knight! Master Holy Grail Knight! I have some news...ah!" Denis looked excited and was halfway through the rush when a young knight errant stopped in front of him: "Serf! What are you doing! Pay attention to who you are!"

After saying that, Knight Errant slapped him in the face.

A burst of severe pain came, and Denis was dizzy from the slap and fell to the ground. He tried hard to get up, half of his face was swollen, and he said inarticulately: "Well... there is some news... …Want to tell…Master Ryan.”

"Bastard!" Knight Errant kicked Denis in the stomach. The young knight was furious. This lowly bastard actually tried to talk to the Holy Grail Knight. Who was he?

The serf clutched his stomach and screamed on the ground.

The military discussion stopped, and Ryan and others looked over: "What's going on?"

"Damn! This bastard! He actually disturbed the military discussion of several of your Excellencies." Another knight-errant rushed over. He directly grabbed Denis by the neck, lifted him up, and then pressed him against the burning flames. Near the pyre, he said loudly: "It's okay, Sir Ryan, Sir Gabriel, a lowly serf is talking nonsense, I will let him have an accident! Let him have an accident himself!"

"stop!"

"It's okay, he will have an accident. It's not us, it's his own accident..." Knight Errant didn't hear clearly what Ryan was saying. He pressed Denis' head and rushed toward the flames, trying to let him go. This serf will suffer a little.

"I said, stop!" Ryan shouted angrily: "Bring him here!"

"Yes...yes!" The knight errant was frightened by the angry roar of the Holy Grail Knight. He quickly brought Denis to Ryan: "My baron?"

"Let him go!" Ryan continued. He motioned for everyone to get out of the way and walked in front of Denis: "Raise your head and speak!"

The knights errant let go of the serfs. Denis, whose face was swollen and bruised, knelt in front of Ryan: "Your Excellency, Baron!"

"What did you want to say earlier?" Ryan looked at the serf in front of him. It was obvious that he had something he wanted to tell him urgently.

"Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"

"It will rain tomorrow night, my baron!"

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