The Sun King's Evidence

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In the next few days, Kemmler and his Tomb Legion's attack became extremely fierce. Kemmler's black magic passed through the city wall one after another. Many defenders were engulfed by the beam of undead magic in the blink of an eye and turned into stone. Like a ball of melting blood and corroded withered bones, one after another the zombie legions and skeleton warrior legions are constantly testing the castle's defense. Black and gray waves attack the castle every day like a rising tide. Falling, never stopping, the undead creatures are tireless and regardless of casualties, their attacks have caused huge damage to the defenders.

But Montfort Castle has always persisted tenaciously under the attack of the undead. This castle has stood on the ax bite pass since before the founding of Britannia. The entire castle was rebuilt by Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort. , after fortifying it to a towering level, Montfort Castle has stood quietly here for thousands of years.

Whenever an enemy breaks through the gate, the contemporary Duke of Montfort will organize craftsmen to reinforce the castle afterwards. For thousands of years, the defense of this castle has reached a certain extreme. The walls are full of turrets, square towers and Large-scale city defense machines, more than a dozen giant trebuchets threw stones at the undead army, and dozens of cannons poured shells at the undead. The strength of Montfort Castle is world-famous, and Duke Fourcade personally led it several times. The knights charged, driving the enemy from the city walls and annihilating them.

The moat was filled with the corpses of the undead, and the original appearance of the moat was completely lost. The undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler, who was standing far away from the castle, looked at Montfort Castle with no expression at all on his face.

The attacks were fierce one after another, and the vast majority of the undead legions suffered heavy casualties on the way to attack and board the city. The sound of arrows and artillery was like a bloody symphony, playing the movement of war under the Montfort Castle.

Mathubad stared at Kemmler with a cold face. The undead archmancer had led his Tomb Army to besiege Montfort Castle for two weeks, but there had been no further progress.

Mathubad was not optimistic about Kemmler's plan to attack Montfort Castle, but he never said a word. He, his two legions of undead knights, a group of blood knights, and several Black Holy Grail knights kept silent. Stand still.

Kemmler did not go all out in his siege. At the very least, the most elite Spirit-Binding Knights Army and Stone Tomb Spirit-Binding Army under the Undead Archmancer were not dispatched. On the contrary, this army was ambushing on the outside.

Mathubad understood Kemmler's plan, and the undead wizard didn't care whether he could capture Montfort at all.

He is waiting for the arrival of his mortal enemy, Francois!

The Duke of Mousilon remained silent. He thought that Kemmler was still brooding over the battle of La Messnel Abbey more than 20 years ago. He had been blinded by hatred. Perhaps from the second attack on the Montfer Castle From the beginning, Kemmler's plan was not to capture the castle.

Instead, he attracted Francois and asked Duke Winford to fight him to the death.

Mahhubard despised Kemmler's IQ at first, thinking that this undead wizard really had no pursuit.

However, Duke Mousilon immediately let out a self-deprecating laugh. What qualifications did he have to accuse and look down on Kemmler? Isn't he himself a crazy person driven by hatred?

As a teenager, he was one of the most skilled, honorable, and devout knights errant!

But everything was a lie. After the Lich King who raised him told him the truth about the Lake Fairy, he was so sad and angry that he went crazy. The lies of the Lake Fairy had deceived this country for thousands of years. Mashuba After learning the truth, De made up his mind to become the King of Britannia! Save this land from the Lake Fairy and her lies!

The siege lasted for a long time, and then a message reached the Chinese army.

"A huge army of knights is on its way to support here and is expected to arrive in three days." A corpse demon came to Kemmler's side and whispered in his ear.

Reinforcements are coming faster than expected! Mahhubard also frowned after hearing the news.

Kemmler was silent for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the Montfort Castle in the distance.

"Tomorrow, launch a general attack!"

"yes!"

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The next day, for the first time in the tide of undead attacking the city, the Tomb Guard Corps and the Cairn Spirit Bindings appeared. Those groups of Grave Guard Corps were almost invulnerable, and the ladders reinforced by undead magic were covered with hangings. In order to defeat these barren tomb guards, the tomb evil spirits hung ladders on the high city walls under the command of the necromancer. The powerful barren tomb guards strode up the tower through the ladders.

The serf infantry of the Principality of Montfort looked at these grave guards in rusty armor with fear. They formed a tight gun formation to meet the powerful enemy, but these grave guards were too powerful.

The first strong tomb guard climbed onto the city wall, and with one blow he cut down two serf spearmen with the giant sword in his hand. The remaining serfs howled loudly and swarmed forward. The city wall turned into a bloody purgatory. It took four serf infantry to fight against one grave guard, but even so, the serf soldiers of the Principality of Montfort still suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of serfs died here.

"Hold it! Hold it!" Duke Fourcade of Montfort stood high on the watchtower. He shouted loudly: "Deploy more soldiers to the breach!"

"Kill ah ah ah!" More serf soldiers rushed to the top of the city under the order of the knight, and fought to the death with the undead army.

But soon, black bats and bloodthirsty ghosts joined the battlefield. These noisy monsters swooped down from the sky, and their sharp claws tore through the fragile leather and cloth armor of the serf infantry, tasting the With the flesh and blood of the serf soldiers, the remaining serf soldiers could not escape the terrible fate. Groups of archers screamed and fell off the city wall, falling into countless piles of bones and waves of the undead. Their fate can be imagined. .

The remaining serf archers fired arrows at these undead airmen in vain. Only a handful of arrows killed the sky ghosts and bats, and they immediately scattered to avoid them.

The undead air force flew directly towards the high wall. The giant trebuchets were smashed or broken at key parts by the ghosts using their impact and claws. The artillerymen responsible for loading the artillery also lay down to avoid it.

The artillery and trebuchets on the city tower were forced to stop attacking, and the black undead air force was directed at the Duke himself and his bodyguard knights on the watchtower!

"Flash's scorching gaze!" Montfort's court wizard took action, and the light wizard chanted a magic loudly. The bright white light pierced the eyes of these ghosts and bats, and the power of Hexi's magic dissipated These rabble, they retreated for the time being.

Withstanding the threat of the undead air force, Fourcade anxiously rushed to the wall.

In Folkard's sight, this area of ​​the city wall was almost cleared. Then, five or six sturdy ladders were set up on the crenellations of the city wall. Under the leadership of the barren tomb guards, more undead troops boarded the City head.

A group of knights wanted to go to support, but the undead wizard's undead magic followed. The wind of death roared past the city wall. More than thirty knights were hit by the wind of death on the spot. Their bones and flesh were separated, their armor rotted, and they turned into ashes. Wisp of dust.

The serf soldiers screamed and began to rout. Under the power of the undead, the struggle of mortals was so ridiculous. The weak spear array and the sword blades in the hands of the serfs were unable to stop the attack of the barren guards. The knights were forced to join the battlefield. , and the immigrants from the empire. Even if they knew that they had no chance of victory, the free militiamen were still willing to fight for the castle until the last moment. A motley army composed of three groups of imperial immigrants rushed into the gap in the city wall, and they used their flesh and blood to Their bodies blocked the attack of the undead. They shouted the name of Charlemagne and swore that they would never surrender to the undead bastards.

The undead will not back down because of the bravery of mortals. The tireless and emotionless Tomb Guards use the swords and halberds in their hands to harvest the lives of the imperial citizens. Whenever a mortal dies, he will immediately be killed by Kemmler. Under the magic, they were resurrected into zombies or skeleton warriors, and the dead knights became tomb guards and undead knights.

Overlooking the mountains of the Gray Mountains, the entire western section of Montfort Castle was billowing with thick smoke, and the top of the city was full of shadows of human defenders and undead armies fighting.

Kalad led an elite group of knights to rush around for reinforcements. Relying on the wide and strong city walls of Montfort Castle and relying on the group charge of the knights, the shaky battle line was maintained at a fragile balance point, and something could happen at any time. Offset may occur.

The battle line is temporarily under control, but this is only temporary. The number of undead is like a snowball, and it will only kill more and more.

"They withstood it!" the Duke's butler shouted to the Duke: "We will win!"

"Yes, we will win!" Duke Fourcade took over his cross helmet with a golden castle sculpture on top from his bodyguard knights. He tightened the mithril plate armor on his body, which was black and white. The family crest gleams: "In the name of the Lady, we shall prevail!"

"Duke? No, you can't go to the front line in person!" The housekeeper quickly discovered the Duke's plan.

"My people need me, and I will answer their calls!" Duke Fourcade pulled out his own sword. The Montfort sword inherited from Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort, was burning with white gold. Flame: "Knights! Listen to me!"

Hundreds of knights drew their swords together: "At your service! My Duke!"

"In the face of evil, we will never give in! In the face of threats, we will never slack off! My knights, defend the territory, defend the homeland, Arthur was like this a thousand years ago, and we will be like this thousands of years later, although we will never be able to compete with our ancestors We are on par with each other, but my knights! We must muster up our courage to fight against the enemy!" Duke Fourcade shouted, his voice like a bell: "Fight, knights of Montfort, the lady is always with us exist!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

Roars full of hope came from the city wall. Duke Fourcade personally led his knights to join the battlefield. The hymn of the Lake Fairy resounded from the city wall. The knights of the Principality of Montfort were on the way to charge. They sang ancient songs together, which were ancient songs sung in the ancient Breton language. Today, when Low Gothic is so popular, only a few people can understand what the songs are about.

But it doesn't matter. On the tower of smoke and under the gray sky, the knights' chants drove away the power of the undead. They rushed into the enemy's formation and started a bloodthirsty fight with the undead. The bright sunlight pierced Beyond the sky covered by Kemmler's spell, the power of the Lake Fairy flows in the hearts of the knights. They are the last line of defense standing between civilians and evil.

"Kill! Kill! Move forward!" The great undead wizard Kemmler raised his noisy skull staff. The terrifying wind of death rotated back and forth on the city wall. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights turned into corpses. Dry bones.

Under the city wall, a giant battering ram was hitting the gate of Montfort. The huge gate made a frightening sound. At this time, the defenders could only believe that the gate of this fortified city was strong enough.

Forcade and his knights initially gained an advantage in the war. A large group of undead were rushed off the city wall under the charge of the knights' group. However, the number of undead was endless, and the knights and their horses were repeatedly fighting. Weary under the charge, and to make matters worse, every time a respectable mortal soldier fell, it meant that Kemmler's Tomb Legion gained a new recruit.

The charge of the knights was gradually blocked by the crowd of undead. The knights who lost their impact were immediately slaughtered after being forced to stop. Within a few seconds, an undead knight would revive from their bodies. Gradually, the number of undead exceeded the number of mortals. When Duke Fourcade came back to his senses under the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that only about 20 of the more than 50 knights who followed him at the beginning were left. .

"Duke! We can't hold it anymore! If this continues, the castle will be lost!" The expedition knight Kalad held the sword of Durandal and cut off the head of a barren guard from his neck. He cut off a group of skeletons Surrounded by warriors and tomb guards, they fight their way through a path of bones.

"Duke Montfort, Lord Fourcade, surrender to me, Heinrich Kemmler, immediately! Otherwise, my army and I will completely slaughter your castle and your people!" As if in response Kalad's words, the undead great wizard Heinrich Kemmler shouted loudly using magic outside the city.

The atmosphere on the castle suddenly froze, and the undead army stopped attacking as if it had been ordered, leaving the area between Duke Fourcade and Kemmler. Duke Fourcade gritted his teeth and tightened his grip. He took the sharp sword in his hand and took a step forward, just about to tell the necromancer that this was wishful thinking.

"The gaze of Nagash!" The undead wizard Kemmler didn't give the Duke any time to answer. On the contrary, the moment the Duke revealed his figure, Kemmler couldn't wait to sing a powerful spell, two purple-red beams. It condensed in the eyes of the undead wizard and pointed directly at the Duke himself, and the knights had not even reacted.

Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicability is the passport of the despicable. Kemmler showed a ferocious smile.

However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the plan of the Undead Archmancer. He was too eager to use despicable means to sneak attack Duke Fourcade himself. That special shout not only made Duke Fourcade appear, but also exposed himself. s position.

A walking lightning rolled across the sky.

The golden griffon spreads its wings and flies high in the sky. The knight riding on the griffin holds a huge two-handed war hammer with one hand. The war hammer is filled with lightning, and his palms are burning with silver flames. The griffon under his crotch The shrill screams echoed on the battlefield, and the gryphon suddenly opened its mouth toward Kemmler's location, and the blue lightning gradually converged into a crackling electric ball.

The undead wizard felt something bad when he saw the lightning ball condensed in the griffin's mouth. Kemmler almost rolled and crawled out of the way immediately.

A bolt of lightning shot out of the griffon's mouth and directly attacked Kemmler himself. The Soulbinding Knight, the bodyguard of the Undead Archmancer, was split in half by the bolt of lightning.

he came!

I feel like no one will watch when there is a fight~ I can’t help it, as expected, readers all like to watch girls.