The Sun King's Evidence

PS: Just when you thought I already had a pigeon, I don’t have a pigeon, and this is also a pigeon! (manual funny)

There was a violent storm, and hailstones as big as eggs were raging in the air. Count Ocasson complained about the damn weather. He and his subordinates hid under a tree that was not very tall.

The attendants had given up the best position for Count Ocasson. The count hid among the attendants in disgrace. The oncoming hail directly hit his armor, rubbing off a large amount of the gold paint on it. Ocasson was heartbroken because the gold paint on the armor was melted and cast from gold! It would cost a lot more gold to repair this armor!

"Dong~dong~dong!" There were muffled sounds one after another from the shield raised by the valet. The hailstones collided with the surface of the shield, attacking these knights and knights' retinues like stone bullets. Many knights were unable to dodge or even stopped. He was hit by hail, which made him dizzy and even slightly injured.

But those serf soldiers were not so lucky. Many serf infantry were beaten to death and their bones were broken by hail. Some serf infantry were even crushed to death by hail. The remaining serfs The infantrymen gathered together in screams, seeking the protection of the shields, and the entire winter hunting brigade was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves.

"Damn it! How could this happen?" Ocasson squatted on the ground to avoid the hail. He yelled at the attendant: "Why is there such a big hail? I have been in the Spire Palace for more than ten years and I have never seen it before. Such a situation!"

"I don't know what happened, my Earl!" The valet also felt very depressed. He loudly replied to O'Carson's words: "Earl, the rain is very heavy, let's take shelter first!"

"This is the only way." Forced by the situation, Ocasson could only nod in agreement, and then hid in the shield wall formed by the servants, shivering with cold, cursing the damn weather.

The wilderness near the Spire Palace is almost entirely a swamp. When there is a downpour of sleet and hail, it almost turns into a vast ocean of mud, and many people's bodies are sinking into the swamp.

At this moment, not far from the Winter Hunting Brigade, eighty knights led by Ryan were rapidly approaching.

Morgiana's life spell "Petrified Body" and the Lake God spell "Goddess Favor" greatly strengthened the combat effectiveness of the knights, while "Goddess Glory" and "Goddess Mist" protected the knights from being Hail attack.

Finally, there is the eight-ring magic "Sprinting in the Clouds". In such a muddy environment, the knights and their horses move forward at full speed in the swamp.

This is not the first time that the young Knight of the Sun Juan Carlos Sunwatcher has gone to the battlefield to fight, but in the violent storm and in the muddy swamp, the knight of the Sun has infinite war in his heart. He felt his blood boiling: "Oh! Come on! I'm ready!"

"Forward! For the lady! For Britannia!" Ryan charged forward, and he formed the forefront of the entire battle line: "Forward!"

Armand, Knight of the Holy Grail and Ryan's flag bearer, held high a banner with the Ryan family's coat of arms with one arm. In the pouring rain, this heraldic banner exuded the sacred light from the fairy in the lake, driving away all evil. , and also protected the knights from heavy rain and hail.

"Forward!!!" Eighty knights were fully armed. They formed a cavalry formation and swept towards Count Ocasson's winter hunting brigade with strong winds and roaring waves!

"Charge!!!"

When this silver torrent approached the Winter Hunting Brigade, which was only more than a hundred meters away, Count Ocasson realized what had happened.

"Enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight! Prepare to fight!"

"Help!"

Sharp howls were shouted throughout the winter hunting team, but how could the serf infantry, whose bodies were stuck in the swamp mud and battered by sleet and hail, face the charge of a large group of knights?

escape! escape! Run away now! Almost all the serf infantrymen were full of this idea.

In the heavy rain, the winter hunting brigade collapsed uncontrollably, and the knights crushed everything under the protection of sacred magic. The sounds of flesh and blood being ripped apart, and the sound of lances piercing the torso were endless.

The resistance of the serf infantry regiment was torn apart like rags by the knights.

The Holy Grail Knight Fedmund held up the Poseidon Trident and shouted the names of the Poseidon Mannann and the Lady of the Lake. He pierced the three serfs together with one blow. The waves surged and they were swept away amidst the screams of the serf infantry. Up to heaven.

Paladin Jerrod's body shone with pure light. He used his sword and shield to chop all the serfs who dared to approach into two pieces. At this time, Jerrod had no mercy in his heart. He vowed to restore Mousilon and destroy the lake. The trial of the fairies and the glory of Landuin are brought back to this land!

"Block them! Block them!" Count Ocasson was covered in mud. He cursed everyone in the muddy swamp with one foot deep and one shallow. Ocasson only felt the sleet coming towards his face from his collar, His bone marrow and soul seeped into his waist and back, and he could feel the bone-deep cold throughout his body.

The sound of hail hitting the armor kept coming from the back of the plate armor, and the helmet was tilted. The cold ice rain slapped randomly on his face. Ocasson's sight was almost blocked by the rain and snow. He just wanted to escape. , he must escape and escape back to the Spire Palace.

Where is my horse?

Just as Ocasson was looking for his horse among the chaos, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.

Even in the rain and hail, the sound of the horses' hooves was so clear.

Impossible, in such a muddy environment, how could these Brittanian knights run so fast in the swamp? Ocasson turned around and saw what he saw made his heart beat three times faster.

Rushing at the front, the man wearing silver plate armor, holding the goddess of vengeance bursting with lightning in his hand, without a helmet and with long black hair parted in the middle, had already reached a place less than fifty meters away from him! The tall pure-blooded elf war horse he sat down on was so excited that it raised its hoof and kicked one of Ocasson's attendants away on the spot!

Eighty knights had already reached the interior of the winter hunting brigade. With the addition of divine magic, the knights' horses charged calmly under the heavy rain in the swamp, destroying the last resistance of the attendants.

What's even more terrible is that Ocasson's turning back betrayed his identity. Ryan noticed this guy wearing a cross helmet, plate armor, and Ocasson's heraldry cloak behind him.

That's Count Ocasson!

"Suffer death!" In the blink of an eye, Ryan took the lead and broke through the defense line of the servants. Those shields could not stop the power of the goddess of revenge. The dazzling white light erupted from his body illuminated the entire battlefield. In the heavy rain, Ryan urged He moved his horse and rushed towards Ocasson. He waved the Nemesis, and a valet who wanted to stop him was immediately divided into two parts in the cold light.

When Ocasson saw this scene, he was so frightened that his whole body shivered with chills. As a strong man with legendary strength, it would take at least twenty or thirty rounds to take down the fully armed attendant, but Ryan only needed one sword!

How to fight this? Ocasson quickly quickened his pace. He tried hard to escape, but the muddy swamp greatly hindered his pace, and how could a man outrun a horse? In just a few seconds, Ryan was already behind him, and the chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake quickly approached.

As long as O'Carson and his attendants are killed, the Spire Palace will be deprived of its elite and command, and the difficulty of the attack will be greatly reduced. Ryan's face was cold. Of course he knew that Count O'Carson was a human being, but this was not what he showed. Reasons for his own kindness and compassion, when it is necessary to use force to solve problems, Ryan will never be merciful!

After running a few more steps, Ocasson knew that he really couldn't run away. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The Earl of Spire Palace quickly took off his cross helmet, turned around and raised his hand.

The Count of Spire Palace opened his mouth, ready to surrender and tell the truth.

He had two sentences in mind.

The first sentence is: "Sir Ryan, don't do anything, you are one of our own!"

The second sentence is: "I once had no choice, now I want to be a good person!"

However, just when Count Ocasson turned around, an accident happened: "Wait..."

A hailstone as big as an egg fell from the sky, streaking through the icy air and heavy rain like a waterfall.

When O'Carson turned around and just opened his mouth, the hailstone hit his front teeth. The two front teeth were broken immediately. The severe pain almost drowned all O'Carson's feelings. He covered his front teeth. He bent down and his whole face wrinkled up in pain: "Lai...nooooo!"

In the heavy rain and hail, Ryan didn't hear clearly what O'Carson said, and he didn't intend to listen. When he saw O'Carson being hit by the hail, the goddess of revenge fell in the rain and penetrated O'Carson's chest. The sword pierces the heart.

He died at the age of fifty-three.

The bloody head was cut off by Ryan's sword. The divinely chosen champion of the Lake Fairy raised Ocasson's head high, which was filled with fear before his death: "All human soldiers! Surrender to me immediately! Otherwise I will be treated as a lady." All famous generals will be burned at the stake!"

"Throw away the weapon! Hold your head and squat down!" Fedmund raised his trident in the air in the heavy rain, with the bodies of two knights on it. The son of Poseidon roared towards the entire battlefield: "Or die!"

The winter hunting brigade, whose morale had dropped to the bottom, had lost the last bit of fighting strength. From serfs to knights, they all laid down their weapons and knelt in the swamp to surrender.

The surprise battle came to an end in the rain. Only three of the eighty knights led by Ryan were injured, but they had beheaded more than a hundred heads in this battle, and many corpses had even been soaked in a vast swamp. middle.

Ryan held Ocasson's head in one hand and put the Fury back into the scabbard behind his back with the other hand. He took out a snowflake-shaped magic weapon from his arms: "That's it, Ms. Aurora, Theresa, We have completed the mission objective, please tell Her Highness Morgiana to start crossing the river immediately and launch an attack!"

"... Got it." Aurora's voice came from the other end of the transmitter.

In the heavy rain, Ryan shouted at the knights: "Clean the battlefield immediately! Pile the corpses together and burn them with fire!"

"Yes!" As if in response to Ryan's order, the heavy rain and hail stopped almost at the same time. Just ten minutes later, the dark clouds dispersed in the sky, and the weather near the Spire Palace returned to a sunny winter look.

Ryan nodded silently after seeing the situation. This is why he asked Aurora to take action.

Only Aurora has the ability to perfectly control such a huge sleet and hail, change the entire weather condition within a precise range, and immediately stop the weather change and restore sunny weather when Ryan needs it.

In fact, if Count Ocasson regains consciousness, he will find that the sleet and hail only affected an area of ​​about ten kilometers around the Spire Palace.

If it were Teresa, the sorceress could create a blizzard, sleet or hail, which would be no problem, but Teresa couldn't have such a precise range and stop immediately when Ryan needed it.

The sorceress is still a bit younger than her mother, well, in every sense of the word, Ryan thought.

Everything was his plan, from the time Count Ocasson came out for winter hunting to the heavy rain and hail, it was all within Ryan's plan. He led his people to use magic to cross the river in the early morning, and then surprised the winter hunting team and killed them. Count Ocasson himself and his most elite retainers.

This is equivalent to completely abolishing the entire command system of the Spire Palace army and most of the elite troops. After losing these two things, the defensive capabilities of the Spire Palace have been greatly weakened, and the pressure left on Ryan and his army has been greatly reduced.

Ryan raised Ocarson's head, and the chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake thought to himself that this guy seemed to want to say something to himself before he died.

what is that? Ryan frowned.

Forget it, it's probably not an important thing anyway. Ryan thought that Ocasson wanted to talk to him in two ways before he died. Either he chose to surrender and asked for forgiveness, or he wanted to issue a declaration of duel and make Ryan dismount. In a one-on-one duel with him, neither Ryan would agree, so what he wanted to say was no longer important to Ryan.

"Your Excellency Ryan! Your Excellency Ryan!" Juan, wearing a dazzling full-body plate armor of the Sun Knight, ran all the way to Ryan. The young Sun Knight knelt down on one knee in front of Ryan happily and offered He picked up his trophy, two heads that were still bleeding: "This is my trophy! Please review it!"

The blood on Juan's body had almost been washed away by the rain. The youngest son of Duke Magritte seemed to have no burden at all about killing people. There was not even a hint of reluctance on his face, but instead he was full of pride. He held the hand in his hand. Holding the heads of two Ocarson servants, he came to Ryan to claim credit.

Ryan was a little funny and a little sad in his heart. Sure enough, in this world, kindness is a luxury. Even in Estalia, which has been in peace for a long time, the nobles are still proud of their martial arts. Juan can become a A formal Knight of the Sun, he would definitely have the blood of various bandits and thieves, even beasts and greenskins, in his hands.

"You did a good job, Juan." Ryan nodded: "This is your military merit, but we are not yet ready to start the post-war rewards. This surprise attack is just the beginning."

"I know, Lord Ryan, we are about to attack the Spire Palace!" Juan shouted excitedly: "I will let you see my bravery. When will we set off?"

"We are waiting for Her Majesty Morgiana to lead the army to cross the river and join us." Ryan said calmly: "The battle must be resolved before Musilon can react."

"yes!"

I originally wanted to do a pigeon, but seeing how enthusiastic you are, I decided to write a chapter desperately and finally ask for votes!