The Sun King's Evidence

"Our king died!"

"Long live to the King!"

"Long live to the King!"

Ancient and solemn music echoed in the ancestral hall, and the dwarves were crying. The battle was won, but the dwarves once again lost their king.

The script was supposed to be written like this. Belegar-the Hammer would become the greatest king in the history of the Angrond clan, be remembered by everyone, and be written into the book of hatred forever. He and his His glorious deeds will be remembered by the dwarves forever.

However, a strong feeling of overweight tightened around Belegar's throat. The King of Eight Peaks felt that his body was about to fall apart. The death he had been waiting for for a long time did not come.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the gryphon Imperius flapping his wings with some effort. Knight King Ryan was smiling and grabbing his cloak with his hand. The king saw Belega open his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Belega, you Are you awake? The war was a success, the Skaven and Greenskins have been completely wiped out by us, a very small number of enemies escaped from the Leyline Network, the Hall of the Ancestors has been recovered, and the entire Eight Peaks Mountain is ours!"

"Hmph~ That's what I was thinking about...Brother Ryan, do you know that it is rude for you to do this? You have offended a dwarf's natural right, which is to die gloriously and seek an epic death? "Belega was pulled up by Ryan and placed on the back seat of Imperius. The King of Eight Peaks was both grateful and ashamed, so he said very awkwardly: "If you hadn't been our Angronde clan, My true friend, I will certainly write this matter down in the Great Book of Hate, for nothing can stop a dwarf from seeking a glorious death."

"Yes~yes~yes." Ryan squinted his eyes, and the Knight King made a bad joke: "But I remember, that was what the dwarf wanted to do after taking the butcher's oath, right? And even the Butcher King was not in such a hurry. Go to death."

"..." Belegar didn't answer in a dull tone. When he thought about how he was constantly imagining his funeral and how his descendants would commemorate him, the King of the Eight Peaks blushed all the time. Fortunately, he was wearing a visor so he couldn't see it.

"Your kingdom needs you, Brother Belegar. For the new kingdom, taking back the Eight Peaks Mountain is just the beginning." Ryan knew that Belega had listened. He just couldn't save face so he didn't speak for the time being. So Ryan continued: "You are theirs. King, they need you.”

"Yes, I am their king. Without me, these mustaches really can't do it." Beleja finally smiled: "If I say they can't do it, that means they really can't do it."

"But without your help, Brother Ryan, we really can't do it." After laughing a few times, Belega finally spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse and a little emotional: "Thank you, Brother Ryan, we succeeded. Yes, we really succeeded!"

The two kings looked at each other and smiled, and the laughter echoed among the eight snow peaks for a long time.

On the plateau, the war was basically over. The greenskins and rat-men were nearly wiped out. Occasionally, a small group of enemies escaped, but they could no longer affect the situation.

Karak-Bafeng Mountain, which has been lost for more than three thousand years, has ushered in a new day.

At this time, in the winter sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the gentle sunshine penetrated the clouds and shone into the ground. The blue sky was so charming and refreshing.

"victory!"

"victory!!!"

"Great victory!"

"Bafeng Mountain has been recovered! We won!"

"Skaven, greenskins, undead, or something else, no one can stop our righteous army in Britannia, no one can stop our powerful army of knights, we are the most powerful in the old world army!"

"Long live His Majesty Ryan, long live His Majesty Belegar!"

The cheering humans and dwarves couldn't help but let out their loudest voices.

Starting today, Karak-Eight Peaks is back in the hands of the dwarves.

The Angland clan, which has been displaced for more than three thousand years, has returned home!

…………I am the dividing line between maintenance fee and 50%…………

Ten days later, in the Eight Peaks Mountain, at the highest point of the Dwarf Ancestor Hall, there was the main temple of the dwarf Grimnir.

The veritable King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar-The Hammer stood quietly on the cliff facing Grimnir's main temple facing the Eight Peaks plateau. Although the place had just been cleaned up, it was still intact due to the thousands of years of greenskins. Destroyed, the main temple of Grimnir is still in a mess. The former sculptures and buildings on the cliff have been completely destroyed, and only a few traces of runes can still be seen.

The Hammer of Angrond and the Shield of Resistance were both recovered from the icy lake, along with Skarsnik's chopped-in-two body and the remains of his beloved Gobra. People have regained their territory, but the current Bafeng Mountain still faces many problems. Most of the fortresses were destroyed and will take time to rebuild. The Titan Gate collapsed. It is estimated that it will take at least six months for craftsmen to repair the gate. There are also Although the Skaven people in the underground mines and ley network were driven away, they would come back one day. Belegar simply ordered the explosion to collapse all the areas leading to Seagate Pass, Eternal Peak, Torrent Pass, Horn Keep, and Iron Peak. All leyline networks outside the fort will be reopened one day in the future, but not now.

Starting today, the hub of the ancient earth network is opened. The dwarves will no longer fight alone, and the mountain kingdoms will once again be connected as one.

"Skarsnik and his Evil Moon Clan have received the fate they deserve, and the Skaven have also been wiped out. We are temporarily safe." Belegar took out a dwarf thunder gun, the King of Eight Peaks. Full of sadness, he knelt down on one knee and placed the firecracker on a very worn rune: "This is all thanks to you, Hal Hafer. Without your sacrifice, we would not be where we are today. "

The King of the Eight Peaks stood up again, and Belegar raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Every dwarf yearned for the deep mountains, mines and the roar of machinery, but at this time, Belegar discovered that the sky in the Eight Peaks Mountain was so beautiful.

The king quietly made new vows.

I will realize the great dream of revitalizing Bafeng Mountain!

We will gather all the surviving tribesmen and rebuild their homes.

We will abandon the differences of the past and create a new kingdom and new glory!

We will unite and create our own destiny among the mountains!

Recovering Bafeng Mountain is not the end, but a new beginning.

"Bellegar, my bloodline." A figure came from behind the King of Eight Peaks Mountain. Belega immediately turned around and found that standing in front of him were the four ancestral spirits he had summoned.

"Ancestor!" Belegar immediately knelt down: "Thank you very much!"

"We are back home, and this is all thanks to you and your knight allies." The ancestral heroic spirit and King of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Runen Iron Hammer, nodded slowly: "Thank you, we can finally be freed."

"Relief?" Belegar raised his head and looked at his four ancestors in disbelief: "I..."

"Our power can help you once, and we can only help you once." Runen Iron Hammer looked at his last bloodline, and the ancestral heroic spirit said softly: "The next thing depends on you, Belega, we The power has been exhausted."

"Ancestors, thank you!" Belegar knelt down and expressed his gratitude to all the ancestors, and then watched the ancestors turn into a faint light and disappear into the main temple of Grimnir.

After everything was completed, Belegar finally stood up and walked towards the middle of the Ancestor Hall.

The king's coronation ceremony has been prepared. In the ancestral hall that has suffered many vicissitudes of life, before Belegar came to his throne, the Brittanian knights lined up in several rows on the left, and the dwarves lined up on the left. right.

The White Dwarf personally presided over the re-coronation ceremony of Belegar. From today on, Belegar-Iron Hammer is the real king of the Eight Peaks.

The applause was like thunder, and the dwarves sang Belegar's name loudly, cheering and singing about their great achievements in the great expedition. The dwarves' singing made the wood elves at the end of the procession hall couldn't help but plug their ears with their hands. , even Aralos couldn't stand it anymore. The wood elf hero really couldn't bear to listen, and quickly signaled that everything was over. The army followed him out of the hall and camped outside. The elves were not used to this kind of living environment. They currently live in Within the mining town Sloppy Town under Crescent Peak and Silver Horn Peak, part of the knight army is stationed in Sloppy Town, and some live in the quarry tower on the other side of the central fortress. These two places are surface towns on the Eight Peaks Mountain Plateau. .

Ryan stood with Francois and Callard, Veronica in a fiery red leather jacket stood behind him, and Olica had changed back to her previous black and white maid outfit, white suspender stockings and black high heels. Just putting on a purple mink coat, she listened silently to the conversation between her master and Francois, her amber eyes turning around, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ryan had changed his clothes into his king's dress. The Knight King calmly accepted everyone's cheers. This was what he deserved. At the same time, he was still talking to Francois: "This Great Expedition It’s especially difficult.”

"That's right." Francois watched as the dwarves dragged in Skarsnik's body that had been broken into two parts. King Belegar and the white dwarf Grim Brindel personally read out and erased the hatred from the big book one by one. There are two chapters about Skarsnik in the Angrond Clan's Big Book of Hatred. It is expected to take two hours just to erase them all. Ryan simply signaled the knights to rest first. Only the Old Guards remained.

This iron army that has experienced hundreds of battles has now become a real elite after experiencing the test of blood and fire. Francois is a little envious in his heart. His Unicorn Guard has just taken shape, because in the battle of Valaya Gate He was responsible for protecting the Witch Coven, so the losses were very small. He was also responsible for the same task in the subsequent Battle of Titan Gate, so the experience he gained was still not enough. There was still a long way to go before Francois' ideal strong army. The Duke saw that Listening to the dwarf's smelly and long ritual, and the cheers that shook the ceiling every time a line of hatred was wiped out, he laughed and said: "Okay, when will this strange ritual be completed? When will we get our reward?" ?”

"Haha, I knew you were going to say this." Ryan smiled and nodded repeatedly. He cast his gaze into the deep and deep depths of the Ancestral Hall: "The dwarf's ancestral tomb and treasure house are located in a very deep tunnel under the Ancestral Hall. Now, the rune masters Thorik and Slud have already opened it, and we will be able to receive our rewards as soon as the day after tomorrow."

"Very good." Francois asked calmly: "Ryan, you must have already thought about how to divide it, right?"

"Haha." Of course Ryan knew what Francois meant, and his father-in-law made it obvious: "I understand."

The father-in-law wants to share more of the spoils.

But this request is well-founded. In this great expedition, the Principality of Winford contributed the most, and almost all members of the Quinaris Champion Knight Brotherhood went into battle, with nearly 30% casualties. Holy Grail Knight Antelm died in the battle, and my husband The people's military group indeed made great achievements, and Francois also sent the Unicorn Guards, and finally even personally led the troops to support. For this reason alone, he really should get an extra share.

Ryan knew that he had to distinguish rewards and punishments. The victory of this great expedition would establish his unquestionable royal power and world-famous prestige. As long as the distribution of spoils was arranged, no one in the kingdom would challenge the king's authority. He will truly achieve the surrender of all peoples that his predecessor King Richard longed for.

Therefore, what François actually meant by saying this was not to imply to Ryan that he wanted to share more. The real meaning of the father-in-law's words was - don't get carried away, young man!

Kalad didn't understand what Ryan and Francois were talking about. He didn't care about the spoils, but about the scene. With waves of cheers, Belega erased the last one and Skars Nick recorded about it, and then stood up in person, and the King of Eight Peaks shouted loudly: "Next, it's its turn!"

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Completely, liquidate the hatred!"

"Long live Belegar, long live Mount Eight Peaks!!!"

Several dwarves and a few old guards dragged the tied-up headhunter Quik in from outside the hall. Quik was seriously injured, hungry and weak. He gritted his teeth without saying a word and was still struggling with all his strength, but this time All in vain.

Belegar stepped down from his throne, and the King of Eight Peaks walked to the headhunter Quik. He looked at his old rival arrogantly, snorted repeatedly, put his hands on his hips, straightened his belly, and took a deep breath from his pipe. , and then spat a stream of white mist on Quick's face: "Humph! It's your turn, Quick!"

"Nono! This is not the ending I want, no~" Headhunter Quik was still insisting: "Just wait, bearded thing, Skaven's army will wipe you and your small kingdom~ wipe out, the eight pillars The city belongs to the Moss clan! Yesyes!"

"Oh, really?" Belegar was extremely proud. The King of the Eight Peaks stretched out his hand and put it on Quik's head.

"Your Majesty the King, what is this mouse talking about?" Young Kazrael, the nephew of King Kazadur of Iron Peak Castle, couldn't help shouting loudly. Mustache's words soon attracted Kazadol. The king gave you a warning look, but he was rarely scolded.

The King of Bafeng Mountain put his hand on the head of the God of War of Bafeng Mountain and paused for three seconds with interest.

Everyone is waiting.

"It's scary!"

Belegar shouted happily: "It fears the coming judgment! It fears us dwarves!!!"

Thunderous roars and cheers suddenly erupted in the hall, and the dwarves all waved their weapons and shouted excitedly.

"Yeah yeah yeah!!!"

"Long live the King!!!"

"Grandny is on top! We win!"

"Grimnir has blessed us!"

"Thanks Varaya!"

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