The Sun King's Evidence

Four flickering lights appeared behind the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, which were the heroic spirits of the ancestors.

"Under the power of Valaya, the heroic spirits of the ancestors have returned to the mortal world." The white dwarf Grim Bryndel waved his battle axe, and every blow he made was full of ancient power. Valaya The power of Ya extends from the white dwarf's body, illuminating the battlefield.

The white dwarf waved his shining and huge battle ax like a god descending from the earth, freely harvesting the lives of the surrounding greenskins. The blood of the orcs dyed his cloak red, and formed streams on his winding beard. With a thunderous blow, another green-skinned warlord fell in front of him.

On the battlefield, there was light flashing. It was the call of the ancestors, the echo of the ancient times. Every member of the Angland clan felt the kind whispers and serious reprimands of their ancestors. The voice was warm. The earth is like the fire burning in the chimney, and firm like the ore in the deepest part of the earth.

Strong changes enveloped the battlefield. First, a dwarf heroic spirit wearing a dragon-back feathered helmet appeared behind Belegar.

His long beard showed his identity, and the warhammer in his hand shone with the glory of his ancestors. His voice was so familiar, but so far away, as if his existence was just an illusion, but as time went by , this dwarf heroic spirit is changing from fiction to something real.

"That's King Loen!"

"The ancestors are on top!"

"Grani's mine, it's really King Loen!" The dwarf warriors of the Angland clan were so excited that their eyes filled with tears. They gathered around King Loen's heroic spirit and shouted the name of their ancestors. .

In the midst of everyone's attention, King Loen spoke: "The shame of centuries of defeat will disappear! Join my banner, and the Angland clan will be revived!"

"Ahhh!"

The second ancestral spirit appeared. It was the legendary dragon-slaying warrior, Halkenhaver-Ganxu, the greatest warrior in the history of the Angland clan. He raised the battle ax in his hand: "This time, No one, whether it’s a troll, an Ork or a despicable goblin, can stand in my way!”

The dwarves were making noise all day long, but it was not over yet. The third ancestral spirit, Troni Ironbrow, the greatest master rune craftsman in the history of the Angland clan, also appeared. He did not say a word, Because there is no need, this ancient dwarf rune master once fought side by side with the dwarf ancestors and gods. He is as noble as a god in the hearts of all dwarves.

Finally, the fourth ancestral spirit, the genius engineering master of the Angrond clan, Drama-Hammerfist took the musket of Halharfur-the Gold Digger from the hands of the white dwarf. The hot-tempered ancestral spirit roared: "We were once outnumbered. We tried our best but still failed. Today, we swear that this will not happen again. The Angland clan will revive in the mountains again!"

Four ancestral heroes and four powerful saints joined the battlefield.

In the end, Belega's body finally erupted with countless rune marks. At this moment, the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain officially advanced to the Holy Domain level.

"Raise weapons, dwarves, move forward! The time has come to cleanse hatred!" Belegar finally moved. Full of new strength, he raised the holy hammer: "For the Eight Peaks Mountain!!!"

"Ahhhhh!" Strong gusts of wind raged across the battlefield, and the earth seemed to tremble under the feet. Every note was like thunder passing through the clouds. The air was filled with long-lasting and low roars. The dwarf army followed Baelor. Jia began to charge. Under the leadership of the white dwarf and the four ancestral spirits, the dwarves moved forward inexorably.

The Oath of Angrond and the Brotherhood of Steel formed the battering ram behind Belegar. They launched a countercharge towards the greenskins amidst the chants of the white dwarves. They jumped high and then smashed the orcs on the head. , on this day, the dwarf's warhammer and waraxe will be full of blood.

The successive changes caused the greenskins to lose their armor and panic, and their morale finally collapsed.

At this time, artillery roared on the hillside to the north. King Khazadur of Iron Peak Castle had just wielded his giant ax to chop a greenskin in half. His nephew Kazrael came to the king's side: "Uncle, Look at the Angland clan! They are starting to fight back!"

"They followed the king to fight back!" Kazadur's face was cold. He just glanced at his nephew one more time: "Mustache, hold on to your battle flag. The dwarves of Iron Peak Castle are by no means inferior to Belega's people! "

"Yes!" The king's nephew proudly held the battle flag of Iron Peak Castle.

At this time, the Iron Peak Castle army had also faced off with the green-skinned army led by Skarsnik himself. King Khazadur could clearly feel that due to Belega's counterattack and the most elite Black Orc Legion and the Eight-Feng Mountain Maniac, The disciples had suffered heavy losses under the impact of the Knight King and the magic attacks. Skarsnik's army had been greatly weakened, and its morale was also very low.

But despite this, King Kazadol also knew very well that he could never underestimate the Eight Peaks Mountain general. He ordered the Iron Peak Castle army to fight steadily and not to advance rashly.

"Hey! Green thing, try this!" Thorik-Ironbrow raised his rune war hammer and struck it hard on the Anvil of Doom: "Boom!"

The greenskins could really feel the earth shaking.

"Master Rune of Hardness!"

"Steel Oath Rune!"

"Rune of Wrath of Destruction!"

The power of Thorek Ironbrow was so terrifying that when the dwarf rune master struck the Anvil of Doom in the name of the God of War Grimnir, the power of the runes darkened the sky of Eight Peaks Mountain. The earth opened and poured out fire and brimstone.

Skarsnik saw with his own eyes that the huge green-skinned army was being wiped out, his country was being turned into a sea of ​​fire, and countless green-skinned boys were dying in vain. The Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord finally decided to go into battle in person. He rushed into the ranks of the green-skinned soldiers, Roaring the slogan of the Evil Moon clan, it encouraged the greenskins and goblins to muster the courage to fight again, because only by fighting to the end can there be a chance of victory, otherwise they will only end up being slaughtered in vain.

Then the Bafeng Mountain Warlord suddenly took out a whistle from his arms, and it immediately blew the whistle. At the same time, the hundreds of Night Goblins beside it also followed suit and blew their whistles.

The sound of hundreds of whistles spread throughout the battlefield. To the great surprise of the expeditionary army and the Iron Peak Castle army, the greenskins who had been fleeing in all directions actually recovered their morale. Listening to the sharp whistles, they began to regroup in the history. Kasnik's side!

Then, a new Evil Moon banner was raised behind Skarsnik!

"For Brother Gomao, for the City of Eight Pillars!"

"Waaaagh!"

The morale of the greenskins has been restored!

Seeing the greenskins reorganize and retreat, Belegar-the Hammer, who was unable to catch up, laughed when he saw this scene. The King of the Eight Peaks shouted loudly: "Very good! This is the Skarsnik I know." , General of Bafeng Mountain! Without this level, how could it have been able to roam the bad land for decades? Fight with me for decades?"

"But today, it will finally face a shameful defeat!" The white dwarf came to Belegar's side and ordered loudly: "Warriors, follow the king and charge!"

"For Belegar, for the Eight Peaks Mountain!"

"Soldiers, the time to counterattack has come, charge with me!" Ryan also turned over and mounted the gryphon Imperius, and the King of Knights shouted: "Deal with it!"

"For the lady and the king, for Britannia!" The army of knights also gathered under the king's order and rolled towards the green-skinned army.

A strong wind came from the north, and the flag flew.

War was raging from all sides, and tens of thousands of troops were on the battlefield, fighting risklessly.

The blood flowed everywhere, and the corpses became mountains.

The human knights rushed the fastest. Juan Carlos Sunwatcher led a team of Sun Knights to charge all the way, and finally approached the green-skinned army formation. Oncoming was a very strong green-skinned warlord Si Locke - Broken Tooth, the green-skinned warlord rode a war pig. He was tall, wearing heavy armor, and holding a great axe. He charged directly at Juan with great momentum.

In a duel with this tall green-skinned warlord, Juan seemed much smaller. With just one move from the opponent, the Yanyang sword in Juan's hand was deflected by the giant axe. The green-skinned warlord Slok-Broken Tooth Just before he saw it, he was about to kill Huan off his horse with a backhand blow.

But Juan was not in a hurry. The young Baron Biocari sneered. He put down his sword directly, then reached out from under the saddle and took out two dwarf rune four-shot blazing guns, and pointed them at Slok-Broken Tooth's The head is a volley.

"Bang! Bang bang bang~!"

There was a continuous sound of firecrackers, and Juan directly emptied the magazine. The green-skinned warlord whose head was smashed fell to the pig, and then Juan's attendants rushed up and beheaded him with swords. Juan immediately raised the green-skinned warlord. The warlord's head roared: "For Milmedia!"

"Myrmidia protect me!" The morale of the Knights of the Sun soared. They shouted the name of the goddess of war and charged in the direction of Skarsnik under the leadership of Juan.

At this time, the General of the Eight Peaks Mountain had already fought against King Kazadur of Iron Peak Castle. The sword of Skarsnik was fighting against the Iron Peak Hammer in the hands of King Kazadol. This weapon was made of the purest meteorite iron. Forged and handed down by the king's ancestors from the days of Granni to the present day, the runes of the hammer gleamed in the cold wind, for it was for this kind of battle that it was forged.

Although Skarsnik's strength is at the legendary peak of the Saint Realm and is stronger than King Khazadur, this Eight Peaks Mountain warrior is really not very proficient in close combat, and he is facing a dwarf king who is extremely good at fighting. The two sides fought directly at a 50-50 draw, and Skarsnik was even slightly defeated by King Khazadur. His pet Gobra was dealing with the dwarf rune master Thorik-Ironbrow, and was also defeated by the opponent from Doomsday. The lightning and fire summoned from the anvil threaten the danger.

"You are going to die here today, General of the Eight Peaks Mountain. Your hatred will be liquidated, and your body will be thrown into the fire and turned into ashes." King Kazadol hit Skar with several consecutive blows. Skarsnik forced him to retreat. If Skarsnik's sword hadn't been coated with poison, the king would have hammered the Eight Peaks Mountain warrior into a meat pie.

"Really?" Skarsnik said with a ferocious smile: "Do you think my persistence is meaningless?"

"Your persistence? Very good, I like it very much! Because we do not accept any surrender!" King Khazadur's hatred for the greenskins runs deep into his bones. The Black Hammer Guards of the King of Iron Peak Castle are harvesting the greenskin army. The Black Orc Legion and the Eight Peaks Mountain Outlaw Legion came to fight against this brave King's Guard. Skarsnik's remaining army was unable to withstand the attack of the Hammer Warriors and Iron Breaker Warriors.

At this time, it is no longer possible to bring back these two elites, because Ryan is personally leading the knights who suffered heavy casualties to sweep away the remaining black orcs and night goblins with the force of wind and rage. These two elites are close to all The army was wiped out. While the two were talking, Ryan and Kalad killed three more black orcs and chopped off their heads. Facing these two terrifying warboss, even the brave and fearless black orcs were defeated. , turned around and ran away.

"Hey!" Skarsnik, as a goblin, was indeed no match for King Khazadur in terms of wrist strength. After more than ten consecutive rounds of confrontation, the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord retreated quickly and gave up the duel. A smile suddenly appeared on the green-skinned warlord's face: "Persistence is meaningful, stupid beard!"

"Duwu~duwu~" Just to the south of the battlefield of this tragic battle, the sound of horns and chaotic war drums suddenly sounded.

A huge wyvern appeared from the sky. The green-skinned warlord Gerk-Zedfang was riding on this wyvern. This savage and foul-smelling lizard was releasing a terrifying roar, and followed What appeared from Geerke Jieya was the Longya Fort army numbering eight thousand!

The reinforcements from Karak-Dragon Cliff Castle have arrived! The green-skinned warlord Gerk-Zedfang responded to Skarsnik's request for help. It personally led the army and appeared in the south, flanking the expeditionary army!

"Waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

The appearance of the reinforcements caused the greenskin army that was fighting hard to roar loudly. At this time, the two sides were still fighting. If the Longya Fort reinforcements could directly attack the flank of the expeditionary army from the side, then this battle could still be won. possible!

Skarsnik excitedly waved Skarsnik's sword, and he shouted: "It's over, you're a big guy, our reinforcements from the Xie Yue Clan, a warlord from Longya Castle, he It's easy! We won!"

"Waaaagh!" The battlefield was filled with the happy roars and cheers of the greenskins.

King Kazador had a serious face. He glanced at Skarsnik twice, looked up at the sky, and said coldly: "Do you think you are the only one with reinforcements? Idiot!"

"What?" Skarsnik looked at the sky, and then the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord's pupils tightened.

The pure horn sounded, and a group of Pegasus knights appeared high in the sky. Duke Winford, the peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain, Francois, personally led a group of Pegasus knights to the battlefield. Francois drew out his unique sword. The Sword of the Horned Beast directly fought with the warlord Geerke Jieya of Longya Castle: "For the lady!"

My father-in-law is here! Ryan shouted excitedly: "Soldiers! Duke Winford's Pegasus knights are here!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the green-skinned army of Longya Castle was still advancing, and two people appeared on the path of their advance, blocking an entire army.

A dwarf, shirtless, with countless runes engraved on his body. His fiery red hair was shaved into a standard mohawk, and his fiery red beard was rarely trimmed. He was holding a rune battle axe. Releasing the ancient power, it is obvious that this is a powerful dwarf butcher.

A human with long blond hair, a handsome face, and an elegant manner. He wore a set of enchanted full-body plate armor, a bright red cloak behind him, and held a rune sword in his hand.

"Wha... who is this person? Tell me your name!" The Green Skin of Longya Castle shouted to these two people.

"Since you asked the question sincerely."

"Then I will tell you with great mercy."

"To prevent the world from being destroyed."

"To protect world peace."

"Sake an oath with the most failed butcher!"

"Curious and heroic bard!"

"Gotrek!"

"Felix!"

"We are a wandering duo! Brilliant, brilliant adventure stories are waiting for us!"

"That's it, let's fight!"

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