The Sun King's Evidence

Wyverns are generally considered to be one of the scourges of the Old World. These creatures are several meters long. They live in dark caves and nest on high mountains. These creatures are crazy and irrational. They will attack those who enter. Any enemy in their own territory will often include powerful opponents such as griffins and hippogryphs in their attack range. This makes the wyverns often die at the hands of those noble animals, but there are also many wyverns. Wyverns can win those incredible wars. This character and hobby of being immersed in the battle itself is quite similar to that of green skins. Therefore, many bipedal dragons choose to become the mounts of green skinned warlords, and this cooperation does not require a reason.

Expedition Knight Kalad frowned. The gray-green figure, the sharp horns on the head, the hooked tail, and the wings clumsily flapping in the air. There was no doubt that it was a bipedal flying dragon.

Moreover, it is a bipedal wyvern that comes out to look for food due to hunger in winter.

"Conceal! Prepare to shoot!" Belega's shout made people react. Under Belega's command, people looked for bunkers in the wilderness. The dwarves squatted on the spot, and Bertrand howled loudly: " Get down! Take cover!"

The roar of the beast resounded through the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the cave in the mountains to look for food. At this time, the wyvern knew that its actions were very dangerous, but it had to have a full stomach!

This made it even more ferocious. It used its wings unskillfully to glide through the sky, spitting out crimson flames from its mouth. The fishy smell of the beast filled the air, making it disgusting.

Almost all the serfs felt fear, and they screamed and fled. The dwarves fled in all directions. At this time, the low IQ of the wyvern was also clearly displayed.

It breathed fire too early, which caused the serfs to find that the flames of the bipedal flying dragon were at least thirty or forty meters away from them after evading them. So after escaping in a panic, the serfs followed Bertrand's loud orders. They gathered together and raised the long bow and hand crossbow in their hands towards the flying dragon.

"Fire!" A dense rain of fine arrows streaked across the sky, flying towards the wyvern. Seeing this scene, Kalad just shook his head calmly. If the wyvern was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be like this. One of the famous evil beasts.

Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows only touched the body of the bipedal flying dragon. The beast's body was covered with hard scales, and ordinary arrows could not hurt it at all. On the contrary, it let out a mocking howl, its wings were afraid of being hit, and the dense It knocked down the arrows one after another, and the flying dragon howled triumphantly, preparing to glide and swoop down from the air in a show of glory.

Similarly, the dwarves also sneered, and the chief engineer of the Angland clan, Halharford-the Gold Digger, raised the dwarf hand cannon in his hand.

"Boom!" The dull roar of the hand cannon overwhelmed the sounds of the battlefield. A sharp explosive projectile tore the flesh and blood of the flying dragon from the side, spurting out a stream of dark red blood in the air, and then, deeply The projectile embedded in the flying dragon's flesh exploded.

Flesh and blood spattered, and a charred bloody hole exploded on the beast's back. It screamed, fell from the air, and landed on the wilderness in the distance.

"Explosive projectiles are really a good thing, but unfortunately there are very few produced. We have to rely on the light fire wizard and her apprentices to make them. It is said that only fifty can be produced a month." Belega said to his chief engineer. : "If I could, I'd really like all the Thunder Gunners in our clan to be equipped with this thing."

"There are always few good things." Hal Hafer, the gold digger, whispered: "There are also flowering projectiles. We can also try the power of this thing during the suppression of bandits."

"Um."

Kalad frowned when he saw the wyvern landing not far away.

The use of ranged weapons by the dwarves was considered by Kalad to be an act without any sense of honor. On the contrary, they destroyed Kalad's expectations - he had hoped to dedicate this prey to the Fairy of the Lake as a sacrifice for the Winter Veil Festival. of sacrifices.

However, Kalad knew that he could not demand the dwarf according to the standards of chivalry, so the knight got off his horse and walked towards the place where the flying dragon was.

Even if the flying dragon is injured, the beast still maintains its strong ferocity, or in other words, due to the injury, it is even crazier than before.

"Madam, please continue to bless me to win. My heart and my soul all belong to you." Kalad muttered silently, and he raised the divine sword "Durandale" in his hand and prepared to fight.

Whenever he clenches the sword in his hand, Kalad always feels that Jules seems to have not left. The amiable Knight Commander of the Holy Grail is fighting with him. The bond of inheritance is formed between chivalry. Whenever A powerful enemy fell in front of him, and he always felt that he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.

The injured wyvern roared angrily. It slammed into the dragon carriage, opened its mouth wide, and rushed towards him.

Kalad quickly slid sideways. The expeditionary knight's body was filled with infinite power. In his long fighting career, Kalad had mastered all the martial arts in his body. He had never felt that his body was so powerful. Not feeling that his power was so powerful, the wyvern's bloody mouth and forked tongue only bit the air. The muscles in Kalad's arms tightened, and Durandal drew a circle in the air, and then stabbed both hands. The neck of the flying dragon.

Try this, beast, Kalad said silently in his heart. The recoil brought by the blade almost made him fly out, but he still stabilized his body, and the blade penetrated deeply into the wyvern's body. The neck, however, the tight muscles, extruded scales and solid bones prevented the flying dragon from being decapitated by this sword. On the contrary, Kalad did not try to continue the attack. He immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and raised it into the air.

"Dang~" The poisonous sting on the tail of the flying dragon was blocked by this sword block. Kalad cautiously released his fury. He swung a sword and cut off the poisonous sting at the root. The flying dragon The pained expression made Kalad feel deeply happy. He suddenly regretted why he failed to behead the flying dragon just now. He missed such a great opportunity and his battle was forced to be extended.

The battle with the beast is not training, and the wyvern is not a wooden stake. The beast endured the pain and used its sharp horns to push against Kalad's chest. The well-made plate armor made a twisted sound. , Kalad felt a dull pain in his chest, he swung his sword to fight back, the sharp blade brushed the sharp corner of the wyvern, and sparks flew everywhere. Faced with another fierce attack from the wyvern, Kalad had no choice but to retract his sword to resist, his The body flew out and landed on the ground four or five meters away.

With heart-wrenching pain in his internal organs, Kalad felt that he should still be able to get up, and he did. Fortunately, the wyvern was attacked from the side after repelling him. Sir Bertrand had the power of starfire. The bow and arrow attacked the monster despicably: "Sir Kalad, do you need help?"

"..." Kalad clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, thinking about what made him fall from an advantage to a disadvantage? arrogant? underestimate the enemy? Or arrogant?

This is indeed another test given to me by the lady. Either I die or this monster dies, Kalad thought. He refused Bertrand's support and wanted to face this bipedal dragon alone.

Kalad raised his sword again and flew forward. Now, the bipedal dragon was seriously injured, and the monster that had lost too much blood was forced to realize that it had to use all its strength to escape, but Kalad would not give it this chance: "For Miss!"

Durandal stabbed into the neck of the wyvern again, and the blood spurted out soaked the blade of the sword, and also dyed Kalad's robe and the nearby snow red. In the severe pain, both feet The flying dragon twisted its body wildly, which almost caused Kalad to be thrown away. The expedition knight stubbornly controlled his body. He drew out his sword and stabbed the flying dragon's bloody mouth fiercely. He continued: "In the name of lady! I sentence you to death! Monster!"

The sound of the sword tearing flesh and blood came one after another. The wyvern tried to flap its wings while screaming, but Kalad did not intend to give his enemy any more chances. He held the sharp horn of the wyvern with one hand. , with the other hand, the sword blade was forcefully driven into the monster's head.

"Woo~oooooo~" As the blade penetrated deeper, the monster gradually became motionless. Its body stiffened for a while and finally stopped moving completely.

"Ah~for the lady~" Kalad's body was already damaged in many places at this time. He let out a long breath and cut off the head of the flying dragon with a sword. Then the expedition knight knelt down devoutly, and he faced the head Praying, he thanked his lady for granting him victory.

The expedition knight's prayers were not in vain. In the fog and the light belonging to the lake god, a beautiful figure loomed in the thick fog. She smiled back at Kalad, and then disappeared, becoming invisible.

Seeing the fleeting figure of the fairy in the lake, the serfs all knelt down.

Kalad felt an indescribable sense of relief well up in his heart. The Fairy of the Lake blessed his battle, which made him stronger.

"Are all the Holy Grail knights in this country trained like this?" From a distance, Belega muttered to himself: "Oh my God, this is not easy. How many people will die like this?"

"But I'm very envious... I'm not even qualified to go on an expedition." Sir Bertrand touched his beard, and then shouted: "Your Excellency Callard, do you need to rest?"

"No need, this is just an episode during the journey. You go and clean up the battlefield." Kalad shook his head indifferently. This was just a tithe given to the fairy in the lake during his journey.

The soldiers immediately surrounded the wyvern, especially Bertrand. He pulled out his sharp knife and gouged out the wyvern's heart. Jazz wanted to use the wyvern's heart to make new black arrows.

After cleaning the battlefield, the army continued to advance.

One day later, this army joined a group of knights errant sent by Duke Hagen of Gisoleaux. The leader of this group of knights errant was a knight of the kingdom, his name was Sir Coulson: "It is an honor to be with you here. Meet here, King Belegar, Lord Kalad, and Ser Bertrand."

"With all due respect to you, Ser Coulson, where is the stronghold of the rebellion?" Belegar said loudly: "I want to solve the problem quickly and then start building the trading post."

"As you wish, I will take you there."

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On the mountain road, the serf army crowded together and advanced slowly. Captain Raymond held his halberd tightly with both hands. He exhaled cold air: "Damn, I miss my mother's stew. Winter Veil Festival It’s not a good idea to go out and fight.”

"But you are the count's soldier. Since the count has the order, we must go out." Bertrand was walking not far from him. The newly promoted knight looked quite proud on his face: "At least, the count has distributed it to us. Full rations and full military pay, right?"

"Well, I really didn't expect that I... could actually make it this far. I thought that the earl just needed a Raymond to help him farm and work, but I... turned into a halberdier named Raymond. Now to the current captain Raymond, I will always be grateful to the count for promoting me, forever." Raymond wore a beautiful breastplate, tights and a round hat with three helmet feathers. The captain lowered his He said in a loud voice: "Say, Sir Bertrand, I want to send my brother Thomas to be an apprentice to the dwarves. Will they do it?"

"Your brother?" There were five new black arrows in the silver-lined quiver behind Bertrand.

"Well, I have an old mother and a younger brother. My mother is doing sewing for some knight masters in the city, and she can earn more than ten silver coins a month. My younger brother is now an apprentice to a carpenter in the city, but I heard that the level of carpenters there is limited." Raymond hesitated to speak.

"I think it's okay. Compared to dwarves, the level of human craftsmen is indeed much worse." Bertrand suddenly sighed softly: "When I have a child in the future, I must let him go to school. I support you, Lei Meng boy."

"Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. Hux when I get back... I should call Baron now. I'll tell him when I get back!" Raymond was very excited when he saw that he had received Bertrand's support: "Thank you Suggestion, Sir Bertrand."

"Don't be too happy too early, boy Raymond, think about the things in front of you first!" Bertrand suddenly smiled: "Everything you have gained through heroic fighting, you must show your worth. Now our dwarf allies are nearby, and if you can make them feel better, there may be better opportunities waiting for your brother."

"Oh! Good!"

On the Gray Mountains, the rebel serfs' cottages were built on the distant mountains. These cottages were built on the mountains. Most of them were built with very simple wood materials and stone materials. The rebel serfs used short bows, slings, and many traps for protection. Himself, if this were in the empire, they would have been pacified by the empire's standing army or even conscripts.

However, in Britannia, the knights really have nothing to do with these fortresses. Trebuchets cannot be transported here. There are too few people to capture these fortresses. There are too many people and it is really not worth the gain. Duke Hagen needs these. The army helped him maintain law and order.

"In the name of the Duke, the rebellious serfs should immediately come out and surrender to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir of Beren, the first twelve Holy Grail Knights!" Sir Coulson shouted towards the cottage.

The rebellious serfs on the mountain stronghold were dressed in rags. They responded to Sir Coulson's persuasion to surrender with sparse arrows.

"It seems that the negotiation failed." Kalad frowned.

"No, the negotiation is still going on. What I mean is that we should negotiate in a different way." Belega stood on his ancestral oath stone: "Human friends, there are many ways to negotiate. There is obviously something wrong with your way of negotiation. .”

Just behind him, a dwarf heavy cannon had been loaded. The dwarf engineer pointed his thumb at the location of the stronghold: "Increase the elevation angle by 5°13′!"

“5°13′!”

"fire!"

"Boom!" From the roar of the cannon's muzzle, the flames flew out and the shells landed on the tower of the cottage. Earth and wood were splashed, and the entire tower and the seven or eight rebel serfs standing on it were all broken into pieces.

"Very well, now is the time for negotiation. Sir Coulson, please continue to shout."

"In the name of Duke Hagen, the rebellious serfs should immediately come out and surrender to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir of the first twelve Holy Grail Knights Beren!"

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