The Sun King's Evidence

Balimont Castle is located in the middle of a mountainous area in the northern part of the Principality of Lyonnais. It is a small castle garrisoned by only a few knights and two to three hundred troops. It is mainly used to control nearby sparsely populated areas.

Ryan thought that it was not particularly strange that this castle was captured by rioting serfs, because several knights in this castle are now in prison in Brunswick, the capital of the empire.

Ryan knew what the rebellion of the serfs meant, but he knew that he had no excuse to intervene in this matter. For now, he could only watch.

Prepare the army and train new troops as soon as possible!

In the northern wasteland, the Skarins tribe, thousands of barbarian armies are gathering on the coast.

They are all warriors who believe in Chaos, from the most basic barbarian plunderers, to barbarian champion warriors, and Chaos God-chosen warriors. A large, densely packed army is on the seaside, waiting for the arrival of the dragon ship.

The three hundred most elite King's Guards, the "Scarlet Guards", were standing on the cliff, protecting their leader.

In the biting cold wind, the king of the Skarins tribe, Egil "Red Eyes" Stirbjorn, was standing on the edge of the cliff on the coast, with two people standing behind him.

They are Haldorn, his most trusted Chaos Champion, and his adopted son, who is also a powerful Chaos Wizard named Chakoy.

This Chaos Wizard came from Britannia. He came from a small fishing boat and sailed across the sea to the vicinity of the Northern Wasteland and arrived on the coast of the Skarins tribe.

This was once a child who had awakened his magical talent. Logically speaking, if such a child can be sent to the Royal Wizarding Academy of the Empire or the Wizarding Alliance of the Southern Country to study, then they will definitely be sent out soon. Otherwise, the prophets of the Lake God will definitely sense it and take the boy away.

The ignorant serfs were unable to send their children out to learn magic, and they did not want their children to be taken away, so the child was put on a fishing boat and given some food, hoping to help him escape from bad luck.

The serf's extremely foolish behavior could not save the child's fate. When the fishing boat drifted to the coast of the northern wasteland, the child had been deeply corrupted by Chaos, and he had become a terrifying Chaos Wizard.

The first time Egil saw this child, he regarded him as a gift from the God of Darkness. He adopted him as his adopted son. Over the course of decades, this adopted son became a legendary chaos wizard who could summon the Chaos Demon.

This is the consequence of allowing children to awaken their magical talents. If such children are allowed to grow up, they will end up either becoming servants of Chaos or becoming a portal to Chaos.

"I will lead five thousand troops to go south first, Halldorn. You wait here for the Chaos Dwarves and more troops to gather." Egil said to his deputy, Halldorn: "General Zumara, the Chaos Dwarf Lord Join you with his hell cannon."

"My king, our army has not yet assembled. Why are you so anxious to go south? The chiefs of various tribes are still leading their armies to approach here." Haldorn is a tall Chaos Champion wearing scarlet plate armor. He said towards Egil.

"I can't wait any longer. The will of the great god tells me to go to the south, so I must go to the south." Egil was wearing chaos armor and holding a hell axe. The scarlet aura on his body erupted in all directions: "I, He is the Blood God’s chosen champion.”

"The oracle of the great Blood God, the woman who can give birth to a son for the adoptive father is in the south, on the northern island of the Principality of Lyonnais in Brittany. That is called Landry. I feel the oracle of the Blood God, Only countless blood and killings can please the Blood God." Chaos Wizard Chakoi said: "Without enough killings, heads and blood flowing, the Blood God will not give his adoptive father a real boy."

Egil nodded: "So, Chakoy and I will lead an army of 5,000 people to go south first. The remaining 30,000 people can arrive later and wait for the arrival of the dwarfs from the east before setting off together."

"Yes!" Haldon responded loudly.

The barbarian army led by a hundred dragon boats set off first, and the black dragon boat carriers were destroyed, leading to the south.

A hundred dragonships crossed the Sea of ​​Claws, and despite the storms of spring and hurricanes blowing from the sea, the black fleet was unscathed by Khorne's blessing.

King Egil of Scarins stood proudly at the front of the dragon boat. Strong winds, heavy rains, and whirlpools could not stop the dragon boat. This was a gift from the Blood God, which undoubtedly represented the strength of the northerners.

"Father." The Chaos Wizard Chakoi came out of the cabin. He found Egil standing on the deck of the dragon ship. The Chaos Wizard was almost unable to open his eyes due to the strong wind and huge waves.

But the chosen champion of Khorne stood on the bow of the ship like an incarnation of a god. The raging wind and the rolling waves seemed so small in front of him. Chaos brass armor was worn on his body, decorated with spikes and rings. Holding his body, the skulls hanging on several iron bars behind him tell the glory of Egil.

He is the chosen champion of Khorne, the favored warrior of the Blood God, the King of Skarins who has swept across the northern wastelands and Chaos Wastes for centuries.

"It will take us at most three days to pass through the storm and arrive at the Principality of Lyonnasay." Chakoy said hard towards Egil: "The natives in the south will not think that our dragon boat fleet can pass through the storm, they will definitely We were caught off guard.”

Chakoi thought his adoptive father would be happy after hearing the news.

However, Egil didn't say anything. The chosen champion of the Blood God hid his appearance in his brass helmet. On the top of his tall helmet was the eight-column emblem of Khorne, with only a pair of pale eyes. Blood red light.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Wizard's face was covered with sarcoma, an extra sharp horn grew on his head, and there was a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead. There is a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the southerners has long been doomed." Egil said calmly. His rich voice was as shocking as the mountains: "The southerners have given up the salvation of the gods and the true civilization. They can only believe in the true four pillars of the north. Only one god can get the chance of self-salvation, then their only end is destruction, and I will bring true civilization and faith."

"Now, I'm here. The cowardly Southerners will eventually be destroyed. Only blood and glory will last forever."

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Principality of Lyonnaise, Town of Landry.

This is the northwest of the Principality of Lyonnais. Along the long coastline of the Principality of Lyonnais, there is a huge northwest coast and island group. It is very rich and has a large population. Many residents live here. Because this place can Catching a large amount of seafood, the serfs lived a good life, so the residents here prayed devoutly to the fairy in the lake almost every day, praying for the fairy in the lake to protect them from being swallowed by the rough sea, or being swallowed by the waves. Pirate attacks from northern barbarians.

It seems that because of the blessing of the fairy in the lake, Landry has always been quiet and peaceful, and nothing happened.

Just today, as always, fishermen are on the beach, praying to the Lake Fairy.

Normally, knights do not allow serfs to believe in the Lake Fairy. Serfs generally believe in other gods in the old world, such as Thalia, the goddess of mercy, Urik, the white wolf god of war, Moore, the god of death, Mannann, the sea god, and Lai, the earth mother goddess. Ya, the god of wisdom and justice, Forena, the god of war, Mirmia, or the three major gods of the southern sect of the empire, the god of justice, the god of life, and the god of magic.

However, the belief in the Lake Fairy is so deeply rooted in Britannia that people are willing to chant the goddess's holy name, and the knights are not willing to stop the serfs from worshiping their ladies.

The same is true on the island of Landry. The residents here prefer to believe that it is the blessing of the fairy in the lake that allows them to return safely from the storms and waves.

At the seaside, several fishermen were kneeling and praying: "Praise the lady! Thank you lady for giving us peace."

An old fisherman also took the lead in praying. His skin, which had been tanned all year round, was already full of wrinkles. He looked at the sky sadly and sighed in his heart.

This year’s harvest is not good. The island has not produced any decent crops at all. Landry is already a wealthy island. Most of the serfs’ meals are still fish, and they can only eat some black bread for dinner. .

Fortunately, the serfs here are not starving and can still live their lives.

There is a storm blowing at sea these days, and the fishermen cannot go out to sea. They pray and complain about the bad weather, and then prepare to return to their homes in the fishing village to spend the day in the warm fire and complicated work.

And at this moment, at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the sea level, several black spots appeared.

"Hey? What's that?" Looking at those black spots, several serfs looked curiously.

The old fisherman also looked at the black spots in the distance with doubtful eyes. He thought about it and had a bad premonition.

A few black spots then turned into a dozen, twenty, and then more black spots. As time went by, several fishermen discovered that they should be boats.

"It's strange that you can sail in such stormy weather?" A serf murmured: "What does this mean? It means that the storm may not be that big. Should we also try to see if we can go to sea? We can catch as much as we can." "

"Hey, you guy." Another serf said mockingly: "Those are big ships, first-class ships. That is your broken fishing boat that has been repaired many times. Look, that boat is big and strong. , it will definitely be able to withstand the wind and waves.”

Several serfs were still looking curiously.

The black spot got closer and closer, and it gradually revealed its full appearance.

These are several black dragon ships. The ship beast is a huge dragon head and skeleton. The huge sails are printed with a black octagonal array, looming in the storm.

The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sail in disbelief, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

What I saw was still a black mark.

"It's... it's over." The old fisherman's knees weakened and he almost fell to the ground. The serf next to him quickly supported him: "Old wood, what's wrong with you?"

"The end...the end has come, our end has come." The old fisherman's face showed sadness, anger, and helplessness, but most of all, he was deeply afraid: "North, the disaster star from the north is coming, destruction is coming, and all things wither. , that is the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians, they have arrived in Landry, we... are finished!"

"The plundering fleet of the northern barbarians?" Several serfs were shocked. They hurriedly grabbed the old fisherman: "Impossible, isn't there a storm in the north? How could the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians come to us?"

"No, this is definitely the fleet of the northern barbarians. I won't admit it." The old fisherman's face was filled with only fear, deep fear, which penetrated deep into his bones. His face was pale, his whole body was shaking and dripping with cold sweat: "I won't admit it because I've been through it."

"When I was eight years old, my father went out to sea early in the morning to go fishing. But it was different from the normal going out to sea. He went out in the morning and came home in the morning. With fear on his face, he stuffed me into the sea. He went into the cellar under the room and told me not to come out no matter what I heard."

"The whole day after that, I heard countless sounds, those terrible screams, calls for help, and the sound of burning flames... When the reinforcements took me out of the cellar, what I saw was ruins and houses. Burning in the fire, the whole village turned into hell, everyone was killed, the heads were piled as high as a mountain, my father was torn in half, my mother was impaled to death with a wooden stake... I He is the only survivor of the village.”

"That is the masterpiece of the northern barbarians. It is the octagonal emblem of chaos. I will not admit my mistake. I will never admit my mistake. They have not forgotten me. They just did not take away my life and left me here to live an ignoble existence." , now they are back to collect interest, we... are finished."

Several serfs had turned pale with fear. They looked at each other, packed their things, and ran away.

Only the old fisherman knelt quietly on the beach.

The dragon boats were approaching. Under the eight-pointed emblem of chaos and the eight-pillar holy emblem of the blood god Khorne, a hundred dragon boats from the Skarins tribe gradually approached the beach. The beach was full of fishermen wailing and running for their lives.

As the first dragon boat landed on the beach, hundreds of Skarins barbarian warriors roared off the dragon boat. After landing on the beach, these bloodthirsty axe-wielders took their own steps towards He rushed towards the fleeing fishermen.

King "Red Eyes" Egil of Skarins got off the largest dragon boat. He took one step at a time, then pulled out his hell axe, and chopped the old fisherman who was kneeling for death into two pieces with one axe: " What a cowardly southerner, only a southerner can do such a thing as kneeling down and begging for mercy.”

"Pass my command. Every Southerner who dares to fight against us will be given a dignified death by our axes and swords. Every Southerner who surrenders and gives up resistance will be impaled to death by a stake! Kill what you see." All living creatures, sacrifice their heads and blood to the great Blood God!"

"Oh! Oh!" The barbarian warriors and plunderers responded frantically to Egil's orders. They brutally killed all the living creatures they saw and took everything they saw.

The villages in the distance were immediately engulfed in flames and smoke, and the weak defenders and slight resistance immediately disappeared.

"Let these corrupt and backward low-class people in the south realize the superiority of us northerners! Sacrifice blood to the Blood God, sacrifice skulls to the Skull Throne! For blood and glory! For Khorne!"

"For Khorne!!!"

On this day, more than a dozen villages along the coast of Landry were reduced to rubble, and thousands of Bretons were massacred, with no one spared.

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