The Sun King's Evidence

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"No 'people' can come in... There's a whole army of wood elves coming!"

Just in front of the gate, hundreds of Wood Elf Eternal Guards wore golden helmets, green robes and chain armor with thick green clothes underneath, holding spears and giant shields, standing on the city wall!

Behind them were more forest guards holding Starfire Longbows! They lined up in an extremely neat queue, along the entire street and outside the city wall!

In addition to the forest guards, there are also the Wood Elf Sword Dancers whose bodies are covered with oil paint and whose arms are bare. There are also the legendary Wildwood Rangers who wear green hoods and are responsible for guarding the major thoroughfares in the Athel Loren forest. Spellcasters who unleash the magic of life!

The rangers and forest scouts carrying sparkling bows stood together in a chessboard-like formation, silent! But they were filled with murderous intent. Under the heavy snow, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire city wall east of the stream outpost.

Ryan stepped down from the steps, and the Eternal Guards with resolute expressions automatically made way for him. But when Durant wanted to follow, the Eternal Guards immediately closed the passage, raised their shields and pointed at them with their spears. Targeting him and forcing the mercenary leader back, Durant sneered twice and had no choice but to stand where he was.

There was a sound of hooves, the hero of the wood elves, the divinely chosen champion of the wood elf queen Alaire, Alaros-the Hero rode a giant stag with oversized antlers, followed by several wood elves riding pure-blooded elf horses. Lord, drive into the outpost.

"Alaros!" Ryan quickly walked through the tight military formation of the Eternal Guards, and the King of Knights shouted happily: "Long time no see."

"King of Knights, I heard that you are in trouble?" Alaros is still as handsome as before. He is wearing a set of Wood Elf rune half-plate armor forged from the Wood Elf Starlight Forge, lined with wood. The green military uniform handmade by elves, with a lake-green velvet enchanted cloak on the back, and the green antlered helmet gifted by Lilith on his head. The green light emitted was so dazzling that it made Ryan panic.

Ryan suddenly remembered that Fulgrim told him through psychic transmission that the daughter of Alaros, who was originally selected by Lilith as the new god of the "New World", the wood elf female lord named Karona is now taking orders from Fulgrim. Became his attendant (or possibly maid).

Very good, we are indeed brothers.

"Aralos, how did you find this place?" Ryan's face remained calm, but it was clear from his tone that the king was full of surprises.

"Obviously, Islay's friends know nothing about the power of the Oak of Ages." Araloth raised his chin very proudly. The stag the wood elf hero rode was very strong and had two very long antlers. He pointed his chin at Ryan condescendingly: "Do you need our help? Ryan?"

At this time, the appearance of the Wood Elf army has attracted the attention of the entire outpost. The knights and the Old Guards rushed over immediately. They all made sounds of gratitude and exclamation. The Wood Elf army that appeared here was obviously exhausted. The Eight Peaks Mountain Expeditionary Army was a shot in the arm. The troops let out excited shouts and slowly approached, but the entire Wood Elf army still maintained a terrifying solemnity and silence, only waiting for Araloth's order.

Large carriages loaded with various supplies drove into the camp, carrying piles of grain, fresh vegetables and meat, various supplies, and even numerous artillery shells, new armor and weapons, warm clothing and other items. There were boxes of wine!

The supply convoy of more than two hundred carriages seemed to have descended from the sky, and the long queue had already lined up outside the entire outpost!

There are endless voices praising the Lake Fairy and Varaya.

"Aralos! Madam, I really don't know how to thank you. You gave us a helping hand in the most difficult time." When Ryan saw the wood elves bringing so many supplies, the king only felt troubled. The biggest problem was solved, and he quickly walked to Aralos.

"You don't need to thank me, Ryan, this is your logistics." Aralos dismounted and the wood elf hero said calmly: "We are only responsible for transporting supplies through the root tunnel. What you have to thank is the organizer. Lots of supplies and managed to convince our people.”

"The person who convinced you?" Ryan was still a little confused. A group of human troops appeared from the wood elf army. They were not many in number, but they all wore the standard armor of the Church of Justice. They used long swords and shields, or two-handed swords. A familiar voice came from a distance: "Good friend! How can a battle of this level be without me?"

"Afu!" Ryan turned around, and he and Alfred, the Patriarch of the Diocese of Western Britannia, the Knight Commander of the Knights Templar, and the head of the Freya Ancient Church District, gave a tight hug: "Very ...Very welcome!"

"Hahaha! Good friends, I expected that you would encounter difficulties!" Alfred's body was covered with snow. The patriarch and the Templar Commander, who were in their prime, laughed and gave Ryan a warm greeting. Hug: "How is it? I still understand you, right?"

"I won't say thank you anymore." Ryan patted Alfred's shoulder hard a few times. The King of Knights soon discovered something different, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Ah Fu, what’s going on with your outfit?”

Alfred was wearing an earthy yellow knitted sweater, with a blue and white striped shirt underneath, and a typical Kislev military coat, military trousers, military belt, military boots, knitted gloves, and Army green scarf. He wears a cotton hat with ear protection and a big white bear logo on the hat.

The Templar was also carrying a backpack on his back and a leather brick red document bag slung across his body. Seeing Ryan asking, Alfred smiled happily: "Huh? This, this is Mr. Lev, that is The Mrs. Kiesler whom you promised gave it to me! Before he arrived at Bordeaux to prepare for the voyage to Lustria, he felt that I was very popular, so he gave me all his things. Look, good friend!"

Alfred opened the backpack and showed the contents to Ryan. It contained Mrs. Keesler's favorite big bread, raw potatoes, a small silver pewter pot filled with strong vodka, and the gift of justice. The icon of God and several bottles of holy water. Inside the cowhide file bag are red leather notebooks, a quill pen and ink bottle, red and blue pencils, wooden compasses, erasers, two iron pencil sharpeners, an imperial fire folder and an Large black cigarette holder: "How about it? I saw it was so cold, so I used it all!"

"...Not bad, not bad." Ryan almost said something to Davari. He looked at Alfred's outfit and smiled: "Anyway, welcome, Afu, welcome."

"And Aralos, welcome. In this difficult time, I very, very welcome your arrival!" Ryan also gave Aralos a hug: "You have really helped us a lot!"

"...This time, we must take back our clan's sacred objects." Aralos and Ryan hugged each other lightly and quickly pushed Ryan away slightly. The wood elf hero said proudly: "With our combined efforts, we can There is no enemy that cannot be defeated! Whether it is greenskins or skaven, let them come over!"

After a few minutes, the dwarves appeared. Belegar took his chief engineer Halharford the Gold Digger and chief rune craftsman Sludow the Honest, and watched the wood elves standing neatly in the snow. With a look on his face, the King of Bafeng Mountain said with some trepidation: "Really, these pointed ears don't come at the most critical time, but this time has arrived. I really don't know whether I should thank them or give them a hammer!"

"They sent us much-needed supplies. Although the quantity is not large, I say that I have changed my mind about these pointy-eared people now." Slud-Honest touched his white beard and said unhappily. : "Our best gratitude is not to kill them."

"Haha~ That's right, as a token of gratitude, we won't kill them this time!" Hal Hafer, the gold digger, also said.

The Eternal Guards made way for these dwarves. Aralos's vigorous figure stood in the wind and snow. Seeing Belegar appear, the wood elf hero immediately put away his smile and his attitude became even more proud: "Don't get me wrong. Come on, dwarves, we came to participate in this war this time just to find the sacred objects of our clan. How can the sacred objects of our elves fall into the hands of the greenskins and Skavens! We must take them back! "

"A weird race with weird pointed ears. They know how to hide in the forest all day long, keeping company with those weird big trees. They don't know how to drink beer, and they don't know the joy of blacksmithing and drilling holes. No wonder they are in the midst of revenge. Even the Phoenix King lost his head during the battle!" Belegar muttered, "I don't know what's wrong with my brain, but I'm actually willing to send people to the Eight Peaks Mountain to die..."

"What are you talking about?! Do you want to start a war? Duo Duo?!" Alaros is still too young after all. After Belegar said this, the wood elf hero and Alaire's chosen champion just felt blood pouring on him. His head was surging, and Ryan quickly stopped him: "Calm down, listen to what Belega has to say."

"Nevertheless, anyone who dares to take up arms and stand side by side with us in this critical moment is a real friend." As expected, before Belega could finish his words, the King of Eight Peaks said hesitantly: "In any case, thank you. support and bring supplies, there are indeed a few pointed-eared relics in the treasure house, but they are of little value anyway. If you insist on it, then it is not impossible to wait until the end of the war to pick two for you..."

"We want to get the Silmarillion!" Alaros said impatiently: "Forget it, I don't want to waste words with you here. Counting Sir Alfred, we brought four thousand troops this time. We can launch the attack at dawn tomorrow. Who among you is the leader? Is it Ryan? Or is it this dwarf king?"

"Don't worry, Aralos." Ryan said with a smile on his face: "Now that you are here, our previous strategies and tactics will have to be adjusted to a certain extent. The large amount of supplies you brought is enough for us to use for more than two months. You have solved our biggest headache right now, so we don’t have to worry anymore.”

"No need to rush? We have sent supplies through the roots of the world. Every time the army stays here for one more day, there will be more variables." Aralos frowned after listening to Ryan's introduction: "You'd better have a detailed plan. , speak it out for us to discuss together.”

"We will." Ryan was already confident at this time, and he looked to the west.

The sky above the Eight Peaks Mountain was still blue in the afternoon as night fell. The dim sky and thick stratocumulus clouds quietly looked at this most glorious dwarf city and the mountains and plains.

"We will crush Skarsnik and its conspiracy. What we have to do now is to take the initiative to prevent Skarsnik from leaving the Eight Peaks Mountain and wait for news from the west."

…………I am the dividing line between pointy ears and dwarfs…………

At the same time, in the old world, on the edge of the bad land, there was Junku Castle, only a few dozen kilometers away from Haimen Pass.

Another knightly army entered the city in a mighty manner, with bright armor, gorgeous and even slutty robes and various flags. The neatly arranged knights formed a torrent of steel, gradually approaching the military castle.

Wearing a full-body Grimnir dwarf enchanted rune mithril plate armor that was reforged by the dwarven runesmith master Delon Feinson, with a unicorn sword hanging at his waist and a pure white horse cross helmet on his head. , Francois, who was wearing a blue and white horse velvet cloak on his back and holding the head of a Goblin shaman in his hand, was commanding the army to slowly enter the city. He was riding on his beloved pureblood Pegasus Prague, facing Sir Gerald, who was behind him, said: "That's almost enough. Nothing is too much. If it happens too many times, it will make the greenskins feel strange."

"Yes." Francois's cousin Jerrod admired Francois so much that he had nothing to say. Jerrod still doesn't understand how Francois came up with this idea. The army marched back and forth. The city makes the greenskins think that they have an army of 10,000 or 20,000 knights constantly arriving at the front line, which is really amazing.

In addition to Sir Gerald, Francois was also followed by the famous Knight of the Holy Grail of Brittany, Sir Bayard who was responsible for guarding the Lily Island, the fairy sanctuary in the lake, and the garrison from the La-Maisonelle Abbey. The Holy Grail Knight Pierre Saint, in addition to Francois's chief female courtier, Chasis Morningstar, the prophet of the Lake God, also came. Unlike his son-in-law Ryan, Francois always trusted Lake The Lake God Prophet system of the Fairy Church, of course, Chasis-Morning Star was also taken into the Duke's house.

"Do you know what we should do next? Gerald?" Francois stroked his goatee and smiled. He is ninety years old this year, but as the Great Holy Grail at the pinnacle of the Holy Realm, he still has at least three hundred years to live, Duke There is no rush to find a successor.

However, this time, in the war to support the empire in clearing the blood pine forest, Sir Gerald was ordered to lead an army of knights to the empire, and joined the imperial army to clean up the greenskin and beastman tribes on the edge of the blood pine forest. He was brave and observant. His keen war performance was unanimously praised, and he and his army received the title "Jerrod Chivalry" from the Empire.

"We want to win a big victory!" Jerrod frowned and said seriously: "The stronger the strength we show, the greater the victory, and the more enemies we destroy, the lighter the pressure on His Majesty the King will be. .”

"Very good, you're right!" Francois nodded repeatedly, and the father-in-law threw the Goblin Shaman's head to the ground. His sea-blue eyes flashed with the light of wisdom: "In this battle, we We must fight well, causing enough damage to the enemy without exposing the fact that we actually only have a few thousand troops. In this way, the cunning green-skinned warlord will definitely feel great pressure."

"So, let us deal with the Goblin Wolf Cavalry Legion that keeps harassing the entire logistics route and constantly attacks the outside of Junku Castle!"

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