The Sun King's Evidence

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When Gazbard's brief excitement passed, the wild green-skinned warlord immediately realized a problem, that is, there were too few people around him. There were only a dozen boys and a group of goblins, which was neither green enough nor green enough. waaagh!

Back to gathering the tribe!

Gazbard's choice may have been wise, because it escaped the artillery fire of the Poseidon fleet, but the green-skinned warlord also lost the opportunity of the entire battle. When it was left and half roasted, it was still there. When the screaming Goats retreated, the Poseidon Fleet was already slowly approaching the shore.

Lion and Belegar led the army to land on the coast.

Belegar held the Hammer of Angrond and the Shield of Resistance in his hand. The Angrond Oath Guards under his command moved the rune stone that symbolized the glory of his family. The King of the Eight Peaks said with emotion in his tone. : "Once again, we are back in the badlands, and once again, we will face the greenskins head-on. Brother Ryan, can you smell the stench of the greenskins in the air?"

"I only smell the dry smell in the air and the smell of war." Ryan is fully armed, and his mount, the gryphon Imperius, is wearing a full set of equipment personally crafted by the Salamander Primarch Vulkan. Prius was very excited and kept waving his claws. He couldn't wait to fight.

The armies began to land one after another. Brittania's knight army, a large number of infantry regiments, various new armies and dwarf armies successively landed on the deserted land of the bad land. Then under the protection of everyone, Veronica led The witch group also set foot on the bad land. Facing the hot and dry air, the witches did not feel the hardship and fatigue of the journey yet. On the contrary, their faces were full of excitement.

A formal witch with a slim figure and good looks walked up to Kalad: "Your Excellency Kalad, I am Catherine. My mentor arranged for me to assist you. If you have any instructions, please tell me."

"Follow me, and protect yourself." Kalad drew out his divine sword, Durandal. The sword Jules left for him was no longer just a weapon for Kalad, but Something more noble and glorious. When he held the hilt of the sword, he could feel that Jules' spirit and will were always accompanying him.

Now, he's ready to fight.

When the wild orc warlord Gazbard gathered all his boys, and thousands of green-skinned tides gathered into a vast green sea and prepared to meet the enemy, it was stunned for a moment.

Oncoming were tens of thousands of human and dwarf coalition forces.

When the army of Britannian knights marches, it may be the most beautiful scenery in the old world. The cavalry is like a forest, the exquisite horse armor reflects bright light in the sun, and there are hundreds of heraldic patterns representing different noble bloodlines. It is marked that in this war, the elites of the Kingdom of Britannia came out. Thousands of years ago, the greenskins were rampant and almost destroyed the entire Britannia. And after a thousand years, the knights returned to the bad land and attacked the greenskins. Ancient and evil creatures strike back.

What was faster than the knights was the dwarven artillery fire. Dozens of dwarf cannons were ready to fire. Dozens of solid cannonballs shot out of the barrel with a roar of explosion, roaring towards the eternal enemies of the dwarves. Intense artillery fire fell in the distance as far as the sight could see, exploding one after another in the waves formed by the wild orcs, setting off waves of smoke that were higher than the waves.

Many witch apprentices and serf infantry who had just joined the army and had little combat experience couldn't help but feel a little happy and excited when they saw the power of such a huge artillery force. Many serfs even secretly thought that even if they were greenskins, they would not be able to face it. With such a massive artillery attack, one must be frightened, right? Maybe there won't be any need for close combat in this battle?

Contrary to what the serfs thought, the Brittanian knights and dwarves could only remain silent and clenched their weapons.

Within a few seconds, the smoke dissipated, and a group of violent roars suddenly erupted from the front. Every knight knew that voice since they were squire, and it was deeply imprinted in their minds from their earliest days. These ancient enemies of the knights from their ancestors can be eliminated, burned and defeated even a thousand times, but they will always come back.

"Get ready to fight!" Ryan directly raised his war hammer, Thor's Hammer. He was riding on the griffin. The roar of the King of Knights spread throughout the battlefield: "Musketeers, longbowmen, prepare!"

"Waaagh!"

"waaaaagh!"

The smoke cleared, and densely packed wild greenskins appeared. Their red eyes were full of rage and excitement, and the stench of body odor and earthy smell filled their bodies. Each of the wild greenskins was more than two meters tall, and several of them were Hundreds of wild green-skinned boys were so powerful that they roared loudly, and the wilderness of the Badland responded to their roars one after another. The largest wild green-skinned ones were not wearing any armor. They stumbled towards them and even knocked away those own companions.

These monsters, which have been tempered for many years, have clear and muscular arms, swinging clubs and simple weapons decorated with symbols of force, just like a swarming herd of cattle.

"Fire!"

"Fire!!!"

As the wild greenskins approached, the army began to open fire. What kind of spectacle was it like when hundreds of muskets fired at once? Dense smoke and projectiles were shot out of the barrel of the gun. The longbowmen from Bastogne raised their arrows and pointed them at the sky, releasing a hail of arrows. The wild orcs rushing at the front immediately fell into pieces. They fell in pieces. These greenskins without armor were obviously afraid of the power of long-range weapons. After three rounds of volley fire, two to three hundred greenskins fell.

But more greenskins rushed up!

"Steady! Steady!" Ryan noticed that the main force of the greenskins were attacking the human army. Apparently even the most reckless wild greenskins felt that his army was the best to deal with. The King of Knights immediately gave an order, ordering those holding weapons The serf infantry regiments with ax guns stepped forward to hold up the front line. Many serf soldiers who faced such a battle for the first time could feel their hands constantly shaking.

"Waaaagh!" The first wild orc approached, this was a big green-skinned guy! Its body was engraved with tattoos, wearing its own fangs and the head of a defeated person. There were two bloody holes made by muskets on its shoulders and chest. The blood holes were even smoking, and there were even holes on its head. There were two arrows stuck in it, but it didn't seem to feel any pain at all! With a wave of the big stick in his hand, the two serfs at the front were immediately smashed into a ball of minced meat. The three rows of axes and spears were devoured by hundreds of wild greenskins in the blink of an eye!

A serf infantry regiment was instantly disabled within a few minutes. Hundreds of serfs died on the spot. They were torn into pieces and smashed into pulp by the brutal wild greenskins. However, their efforts were not in vain. The greenskins at the beginning were The scene of the sudden collision of the tide of skins was horrifying. The powerful collision knocked the bodies of humans and orcs away. However, not long after they rushed into the front line, the speed and power of the wild greenskins quickly slowed down, and they were Forced into a fight.

"Fire!!!" The dwarf thundering musketeers quickly noticed the big green-skinned guy. The chief engineer of the Angland clan, Halharver-the gold-digger, pointed at it, raised his musket, and was the first to press the button. The trigger was pulled.

The concentrated fire of more than a dozen muskets blasted more than a dozen bloody holes into the big green-skinned guy. It finally screamed and fell to the ground after killing five or six serfs and axe-gun infantry in a row.

"Fei's light of protection!" At this time, the witches finally reacted from their fear. Under the command of Veronica, the witch apprentices collectively released spells. The power of magic helped the shaken and panicked serfs. Infantrymen, both sides engaged in a fierce battle on bad ground.

The dwarf army is coming from the side to surround us!

The serfs in the front row fell, and the army behind them immediately followed. The serf swordsmen regiment, the serf spear regiment, and the halberdiers were thrown into battle one after another. On the contrary, the old guard and the most elite Bastogne beasts The Butchers stood still. On the contrary, Belegar led the dwarf army to join the battlefield and began to besiege the wild greenskins who were trapped in the ax spear formation and halberd formation.

In the distance, thick smoke billows, and the wild green-skinned pig boys are coming!

"Pick up your weapon!" At this moment, Kalad also gave the order, and he drew his sword.

Behind him, the knights formed a cavalry formation.

"Charge!" As the harsh war cry sounded, the Brittanian knights formed a formation of lances and charged towards the enemy. The turbulent waves of lances and the rumbling of hoofs moved toward the enemy with the force of a landslide. The enemy rushes away, even if there is no reason for a landslide here.

Just when the cavalry on both sides were about to encounter, Veronica finally took action. The Witch of Gloriosa was riding on a pure-blood elf Pegasus. She held up her Yundini Staff and sang a spell high in the sky. A bright light that was enough to blind the eyes lit up from behind the knights. The light was so dazzling that the group of wild green-skinned war pig boys were so blinded that they could not open their eyes! They all stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, and the bright light that was hot enough to burn the green-skinned eyes covered the entire battlefield!

What followed was a powerful collision. The charge of thousands of knights knocked the war pigs and green-skinned bodies away together. The sound of steel colliding was heard everywhere, knights' lances penetrated flesh and blood, and green-skinned clubs smashed armor.

No mercy, no mercy.

Kalad rode alone and penetrated the entire thick greenskin army. No tough and strong wild greenskin could survive a single round in front of this strong man from the sanctuary. Everything around him was dazzling for him. The deadly storm of blades swept away, so the greenskins who tried to stop him were either headless or separated from their bodies. Durandal spun back and forth, drinking the greenskin flesh and blood, feasting on Britannia's ancestors. The blood of an old enemy.

Holy Grail Knight Fedmund and Holy Grail Knight Antelm were fighting behind him, roaring, and the Brittanian cavalry swept all the enemies in front of them. They directly smashed the oncoming warriors from the side. The pig boys, headed by several Holy Grail Knights, waved their swords wildly, and the war pig boys fighting them went from furious, to excited, to hesitant, to finally fearful, until they collapsed.

"For the lady! For Brittany!"

"For the lady!"

The battlefield was filled with roars one after another. The side charges of the knights were devastating. Their charges were like a flood breaking a dam, destroying and submerging the greenskins in droves. Quickly, the wild greenskins fell in pieces in front of Kalad and his knights. The black blood of the greenskins flowed into small rivers, and the broken flesh and blood of the wild greenskins were everywhere on the bad land.

The goblin tribe and the goblin wolf cavalry following the wild greenskins were already frightened out of their courage when they saw such a terrifying scene. They even started to flee before they had time to join the battlefield. When Kalad rode back and forth to kill , thrust the edge of Durandal's sword into the mouth of a big wild green-skinned guy, and then pulled out the sword and turned the blade to chop off the head of another big green-skinned guy. He saw that the green-skinned tribe was completely collapsing. , the wild greenskin warlord Gazbard was trying to retreat into the Giant Tower with his personal guards, desperately trying to escape from the onslaught of Bretons.

A giant was thrown into the battlefield. It initially caused a lot of trouble for the knights to pursue, but Kalad was already prepared. Almost the second after he saw the giant joining the battlefield, Kalad immediately moved towards the enemy. In the distance, the witch, who was firmly protected by more than a dozen knights, shouted: "Mark it! Miss Catherine!"

"Yes!" Catherine was already ready. She immediately raised her Skull Staff of Light Flame. A mark of the Wind of Aksha appeared on the giant's body almost instantly, and then the Light Fire Witch released himself. The spell that has been prepared for a long time: "Fireball!"

The fire elemental air ball with a diameter of one meter flew directly towards the giant. The giant felt the danger and immediately raised his arms. The fireball hit its arm and exploded. Under the billowing smoke and huge explosion, the giant let out a cry of pain. With a cry, it took several steps back, its arms were burnt black, and its right hand was crippled.

But it was not over yet. After sensing the magic mark, the official witches and witch apprentices nearby immediately released fireballs towards the mark! Five or six washbasin-sized fireballs cut through the air one after another and bombarded the giant's body.

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

After a round of concentrated fire, the giant was killed on the spot. Some of the greenskins following it were crushed to death, and the rest fled.

"Beautiful!" Kalad had no expression on his face and just nodded slightly. The Durandal in his hand drew an arc, and a Goblin leader was killed by him on the spot. Blood splashed all over Kalad.

The army continued to advance. At this time, the green-skinned warlord Gazbard had felt real fear. He led more than two hundred wild orcs...or less, and wanted to escape.

But Ryan had no intention of giving the green skin any chance. The King of Knights immediately gave an order, and the Pegasus knights descended from the sky and rushed to the battlefield, sweeping everything in front of them. Gazbard immediately realized that he was facing enemies from all directions. Attack, the knights charged back and forth around it. The green-skinned warlord held a simple battle ax and planned to break out in the direction of the Giant Tower, but hundreds of knights rushed towards him and he had to turn around quickly, but another The direction is towards the massacre feast of the Pegasus knights.

Gazbard let out a roar of anger and fear. It changed the direction and wanted to retreat. When it ran two steps, it discovered that it was the only living greenskin left on the entire battlefield. Retanian knights and infantrymen approached from all directions.

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!" Gazbad was so angry that it let out its final roar, raised its axe, and rushed towards Kalad, who was closest to it: "Canned shrimp, I'm not done with you!"

Five minutes later, Kalad grabbed Gazbard's head contemptuously and raised it high towards everyone. The green-skinned warlord's head and neck were still dripping with jet-black blood, which was sprinkled on the evil spirits. On the barren and dry land.

"My king! The first drop of blood in the expedition!" Kalad raised his head and shouted towards Ryan.

"Kalad! Kalad! Kalad!" The entire army burst into cheers that resounded through the sky. After a long journey, the knightly army finally began its expedition with a glorious victory!

"The war is not over!" Ryan nodded with satisfaction, and the King of Knights raised his warhammer: "Soldiers, our time has come! Listen to my orders!"

Everyone focused on Ryan, and many people's eyes even turned red and green.

"Now! Start grabbing! Everything the greenskins have belongs to us!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Long live the king!"

Under the roar of the army, the expeditionary force entered the Giant Tower and began to plunder and massacre. Under the desire for wealth and getting rid of the shackles of the spirit of chivalry, the soldiers of the expeditionary force carried out a massacre on the Giant Tower. A terrible robbery that lasted from morning to night. Not a single person was left alive in this important greenskin stronghold in the former Badlands of the West. Facing the greenskins, no kindness or chivalry was needed. of.

Huge statues of the green-skinned gods Gorge and Mao-ge that were thousands of years old were toppled and smashed, anything gold, silver, and shiny was dug out of the statues and taken away, and huge sums of money were collected and piled up The gold and silver wealth was plundered, as well as the precious salt and iron ore produced locally, as well as the treasures plundered by the greenskins in their battles with the Tomb Kings, Arabis and dwarves. They all became the spoils of the expeditionary force. The serfs frantically collected everything they saw, and the knights filled their bags with gold, silver, precious stones, and treasures.

After a full day of looting, Veronica summoned a fire that burned the entire greenskin stronghold to ashes and white.

"Let them hate as long as they fear."

——King of Knights of Britannia "The Pious" Lion Malcador

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