The Sun King's Evidence

In the big tent, Ryan leaned against the large bathtub, enjoying Orica's service. The dark elf took off his coat, leaving only the maid's skirt and white headscarf, sitting on the small bench behind the bathtub. Give Ryan a back rub.

On the other side, Veronica was also taking a bath, and Witch Gloria was enjoying the service of two witch apprentices. However, she used a curtain to separate Ryan's line of sight, and by the way, also separated the witch apprentices. The two sides maintained their relationship like this. The sound of water.

The tent was filled with mist. There were no big wounds on Ryan's body, only a few bruises from being hit on the head by a spider. After today's bloody battle, the King of Knights let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the edge of the vat very relaxedly. He scooped up some hot water and asked Olika: "Olica, can you predict?"

"Prophecy?" Orika gently rubbed Ryan's back. Her soft and tender little hands made it impossible for Ryan to feel that they were small hands used to hold staffs or daggers, killing people like hemp and covered with blood. Looking at his master, the dark elf stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and blew into Ryan's ear: "Why are you suddenly interested in prophecies? Master?"

"How much do you know about prophecies? Olika." Ryan did not answer Olika's question. He just asked: "Tell me how much you know."

"Prophecies have always been considered something that only cowards and fanatics can believe in." Orica gently helped Ryan take care of his long black hair. The dark elf thought and said: "Generally speaking, prophecies are empty and elusive. , for fatalists, on the one hand, they are eager to know the predictions and try to avoid possible disasters; on the other hand, if the predicted results can be avoided actively, then the predictions are destined to be inaccurate, so we always only refer to predictions regarded as a possible future development.”

"Hmm... Indeed." Ryan nodded. As his spiritual power improved and condensed, he could occasionally see some seemingly non-existent scenes, but they were all very blurry and difficult to identify: "What else? Tell me. Bar."

"Generally speaking, the more powerful the prophecy object is, the more power it will take. If you want the prophecy to be clearer, the more power it will take." Orica continued: "As for other things, Master, I am not proficient in prophecy. The wizard, you should ask your Lilith, she serves as..."

"Shh..." Ryan immediately signaled the dark elves to be quiet. He had ears behind the curtain, and then switched to Elf language. He told Olika about the Strigni girl, and then said: "Then do you think, Could this be a scam? Is it possible that that woman with low magic power and only knows a little bit of divination and witchcraft could predict what will happen to our expeditionary force? "

"It's possible." Olika whispered: "If you go by your description, Master, that woman is unconscious divination. Her emotional fluctuations made her use the energy of subspace, unconsciously and without goals. A prophecy was made under certain circumstances. This kind of prophecy is the most true, but it can only be met but not sought. Master, do you know the Witch King Malekith? For thousands of years, he has been troubled by a prophecy. "

"What prophecy?"

"The Witch King once learned from a prophet that he would die at the hands of a male elf wizard..." The dark elf said about Nagaros.

The Dark Elf Witch King Malekith panicked after receiving such a prophecy, because this Witch King was actually a believer in fatalism. After all, he had previously been the favorer and admirer of the Phoenix Lord Asuryan. believer.

Therefore, Malekith stipulated that any male wizards or warlocks from the dark elves were strictly prohibited, and any offenders would be killed.

But dark elves are different from high elves and wood elves. The rule of Witch King Malekith and Witch Queen Morathi relies more on fear and force. The dozen or so fear lords under their command are all unwilling to accept it, so Many fear lords secretly kept some dark elf wizards and warlocks in captivity. The Witch King had some knowledge of this, but considering that the war against the high elves had not progressed, he decided to turn a blind eye.

However, the Witch King is still afraid of those particularly powerful male elf wizards, such as Teclis. Malekith has always been very afraid of facing high elves and great wizards, and will not fight if he can't get into line.

"As for more things about the prophecy, I don't know much about it." Orica shook her head: "Master, you should ask Lilith, she is the expert in this field."

"I know." Ryan crossed his legs comfortably, closed his eyes, and wanted to relax.

"My dear, what are you and Orica talking about?" From the other end of the curtain, Veronica came over with a curious voice: "Are you discussing something shameful?"

"We are discussing that blond hair is precious, and black silk stockings are more expensive. If it's Megumi Kato... ahem, if it's Sulia, both can be thrown away." Ryan smiled and said, "What do you think? My dear?"

"Oh, man, isn't your Mrs. Sulia originally dressed in blond hair and black stockings?" Veronica knew that Ryan intended to change the subject, but she still said sourly: "I know what you like, do you really plan to Listen to the prophecy of that Strigni girl?”

"There's no harm in listening, or do you think I will be affected by that low-grade magic?" Ryan said angrily.

"Speaking of which, my dear, that green-skinned warlord is only at the peak of legendary strength, but you haven't taken it down for several rounds. Why do I feel that you have become weaker? When you dealt with the undead and Chaos before, It didn’t take as much effort as this time.” Veronica asked the second thing she was interested in: “Are you in bad shape recently? Or are you just acclimated to the bad land?”

"You can understand that I have damage bonus and specialization to deal with chaos and undead, but not green skins." Ryan said helplessly: "So I can only rely on hard power."

After chatting for a while, Ryan took a bath, changed into new clothes under Olika's service, and returned to his tent. He sat down to cool down and took out the map. This time, he looked at the steel rock. Detecting the warboss of the Iron Claw tribe who was seriously injured was an unexpected gain. The injuries caused by the Nemesis are not easy to heal. As long as Belegar conducts reconnaissance and lays out the siege plan, it should not be a problem to conquer the Iron Rock.

So far, this expedition has spent 150,000 gold crowns on military expenses. Ryan briefly calculated the possible expenses and felt ashamed. Even if all kinds of seizures and trophies were included, the expedition in Britannia The net military expenditure is still more than 100,000 gold crowns. After all, the seizure of knights and soldiers belongs to them, and only 50% is turned over. Moreover, after turning it over, Ryan still has to issue military salaries and pay military salaries and wages to special forces such as the Witch Coven that do not participate in plundering. expenses, so expenses are far greater than income.

If the battle continues for a long time, the expeditionary force will not be able to sustain it, but if the battle is quick and it is very easy to be ambushed and surrounded, the badlands are full of greenskins. Ryan must be careful, otherwise the entire kingdom's elite will be ruined here.

Faced with such a situation, even Ryan himself felt terrible pressure on him. As the king, he is the decision-maker and the final person in charge of all military operations. If the army fails here, all the burdens will fall on him. Come.

And as Ryan said to Veronica, his ability is better at dealing with Chaos and secondly the undead. The green-skinned Ryan himself is not very advantageous. As for the characteristics of the original body, Ryan, as the original body of the Gray Knight gene, His strongest point is that he is immune to Chaos Corruption and has extremely high magic resistance, so he is at a disadvantage in terms of physical fitness and melee ability.

How can we maximize our strengths and avoid our weaknesses? The king was thinking about the future.

"My Majesty." An attendant came in from outside: "Deputy Commander of the Independent Regiment, Durant wants to see you."

"Durant? Why did this cupcake come to see me if he doesn't stay with his group of cats and dogs?" Ryan's train of thought was interrupted. The king picked up the hot milk on the table and smiled: "He said Did he come for any reason?"

Durant is a very powerful legendary warrior who is good at using spears and two-handed swords. However, he does not like close combat. Instead, he especially likes to use his well-maintained Hawk collar long fire gun and other weapons. He used a short fire blunderbuss to fight the enemy, so some knights despised the mercenary leader, saying that he was a softie, and pure men should fight in close combat, so they gave him a nickname, "Cupcake".

Durant didn't take it seriously and accepted the nickname graciously. He even made fun of himself with cupcakes on some occasions, which really made the Cavaliers lose their temper.

As for Cats and Dogs, it happened before. When Black-Hearted Rep and Durant were competing for the dominance of the Britska region in the Eastern Border Princely Territory, because Black-Hearted Rep had the support of Britannia, Durant and him The army was really no match for him. The mercenary leader was so angry that he yelled that all his men were just a bunch of cats and dogs, and they couldn't stand up to the black-hearted Lepp.

"He said he has something very important to talk to you about." The attendant whispered: "My king, don't you want to see this guy? Do you want me to refuse it for you?"

"No, tell him to come in." Ryan shook his head: "I can probably guess what he wants to do."

After the previous incident, Black Heart Repp's value to Ryan has dropped infinitely.

He needs to support a new spokesperson in the Border Princely Territory.

…………I am the dividing line for the new spokesperson…………

An hour and a half later, in the king's golden-domed red and blue tent, all the commanders of the expeditionary force arrived and had dinner together. Ryan was sitting on the main seat, wearing a king's dress, and his handsome face was like that of a god. It was generally glowing. Kalad was sitting on his left, and Belegar was sitting on a boosted chair on his right. The Holy Grail Knights were lined up in a row, all eating and drinking. Except for Ryan, everyone was fully armed and imposing. It was overwhelming, and the entire tent was filled with a chilling air.

"Pull her in!" Ryan raised his hand and signaled. Two old guardsmen dragged an unkempt Strigney girl in. She was wearing heavy shackles. The woman was not tall but very slender, with slightly dark skin. Her black curly hair was messy, and her big black eyes were full of indifference and coldness. She had obviously not eaten for a long time, and her face was blue. She knelt on the ground with the help of the old guards, but everyone could see If she applied makeup and cleaned herself up carefully, she would be a very beautiful young woman.

"name?"

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry and she could only make a high-pitched sound. Ryan signaled the old guard to bring some water. After the girl drank a large bowl full of water, she said: "Ai Smeralda, the Strigni divination witch.”

"I heard that you have a prophecy to tell me?" Ryan continued: "Tell me all of your prophecies. If it is useful to us, maybe I can let you live."

"...I need to get my card." Girl Strigni said to everyone: "My card, you took it away and returned it to me. Without it, I can't reproduce my card." prophecy."

"Whose cards are there?" Ryan asked loudly.

"Here it is." Antelm took out a deck of tarot cards. The Earl hesitated for a few seconds. Seeing Ryan's firm attitude, he handed the cards to the Strigney girl: "Okay, witch, tell me everything you know." Say it, say it all, if you hide anything, you will never see the sun tomorrow."

The girl took the tarot cards, and under the gaze of the knights and dwarves, she began to pray, reciting the ancient language, and communicating something. Everyone felt like they were facing a powerful enemy, and all the knights had their swords unsheathed. If there were any If there is any abnormal movement, be prepared to kill the girl on the spot.

"At six o'clock, an ancient door will be opened for the king. The power of the ancestors is soaked in the mountains and seals, and secrets are revealed within the cave." A king card was placed on the ground.

"Another king and his knight allies are also here." Another king card and several knight cards were placed on the ground.

"At twelve o'clock, the green tide of destruction will attack the two kings and knights from behind, and the two sides will engage in a real decisive battle." The secret card of the tide of destruction was put down.

"At three o'clock, the curse of Mosrib will also join this melee." Green light shone on the Mosrib card, which symbolized the evil moon.

"But in the end, the appearance of a huntress ended the entire war. Blood, so much blood! Everything ends in blood, all blood! The world will be destined to be drowned in the sea of ​​blood, and the Blood Queen will be the last of this war. The winner!" Girl Strigni suddenly screamed: "It's all blood, there is nowhere to escape, there is no way to escape, this is our fate!"

The tarot cards were suddenly filled with blood. Blood visible to the naked eye suddenly emerged from the cards, covering the entire card. This blood seemed to have consciousness, and it rushed directly towards the crazy Strigni girl. !

"Scorching Gaze!" Veronica showed her power, and the Gloria Witch raised her hand and cast a light spell. The beam formed by Hexi's Wind hit the blood on the ground, making a sizzling sound like grease. The blood tide faded, and Tarot The cards were scorched and the Strigny girl passed out.

"Take her down and take care of her. Give her a bite to eat." Ryan looked at the burnt tarot cards on the ground carefully.

Six o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Three o'clock?

The two kings should refer to Lion and Belegar, and the green wave of destruction should be the green skins. There is no doubt about this.

So what is Mosrib's curse? Skaven?

Who is the Huntress? Who does the Blood Queen refer to? Are these two the same person?

Everything ends in blood, does it mean that the expedition will fail?

Ryan's heart was filled with confusion.

"My king?" Kalad became more and more confused as he listened: "Do you have any insights?"

"I have some ideas, but they are not mature yet." Ryan frowned: "In this way, everyone eats first, and in the evening, I will pray to the lady and ask her what she thinks of this prophecy. I will inform everyone as soon as there is news. .”

"yes!"

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