The Sun King's Evidence

PS: Sorry for being late. I went out to play today, but the elders who were traveling with me insisted on walking through them all. It took a lot of time, sorry for that.

The challenge from Princess Adila was a bit wishful and self-displaying. Ryan didn't know why, but he still decided to accept the challenge.

On the one hand, it was because Princess Adira took the initiative to challenge and it was an honorary duel. The two had equal status, so Ryan had no reason to refuse. On the other hand, it was also the arrogance of the high elf during this period that made Ryan quite unhappy.

In this way, with tens of thousands of high elves and dozens of human officers watching, Ryan and Princess Adira walked to the open space of the high elf military camp in the inner city. This was a circular gladiatorial battle with a diameter of almost thirty meters. field.

"Both sides can use their own weapons. An attack on the opponent's arm counts as one point, an attack on the opponent's body counts as two points, and an attack on the opponent's head counts as three points." Princess Adilla coldly emphasized the rules of the honor duel: "Accumulation Whoever gets three points or one side loses the ability to resist will be considered defeated, do you understand me clearly? King of Knights?"

"I have a question. If it is a real sword duel, how can we ensure that there will be no accidental injuries?" Ryan raised his hand, and the Knight King said with a smile.

Throughout the military camp, the high-elite soldiers and the nearby high-elite nobles who came to watch the show burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Humans also know how to be afraid?"

"Yes, after all, that is Princess Adira, the hero who defeated Prince Sigvald, the chosen champion of Slaanesh, and the Chaos Barbarian Legion with an elite army!"

"Guess how many times Princess Adira can defeat this human knight king?"

"I guess, the other party is also a famous human hero, the winner of the Great Expedition of Eight Peaks Mountain, about... thirty moves?"

"I guess twenty-five moves!"

"Hey, why are you so conservative? Within fifteen moves, you will see the outcome."

On the stands of the military camp, high-elf nobles placed various bets. The inner city of Lothern was filled with high-elf nobles. The ancestors of many nobles could be traced back to the time when the Elf Empire was just established. Most of them were of noble blood, The family is extremely wealthy, and they are proud to participate in various high-level political activities, and they are also proud to participate in various wars. Many of the great nobles among them serve as the guards of the gates of the five high-level fortresses all year round, and most of them have it on their family coat of arms. Patterns of the gates of the five fortresses.

Judging from this aspect alone, the high elves seem to be martial.

However, since the poet king Isis, the martial spirit of the high elves can no longer be compared with the glorious past. Most of the high-level nobles in the field now just go to a few fortress gates to serve for a few decades to gain qualifications. This routine has been commonplace since ancient times, so I won’t go into details here.

"Don't worry, I will keep my hand." Princess Adila was quite confident. Her lake-green eyes stared at Ryan with a look of disdain: "As for you, as the King of Knights, you can't even control your own actions. None?"

"Very good." Ryan didn't say anything more, this was what he was waiting for.

The two parties entered the venue and began to prepare for the duel of honor. Princess Adira raised the elf-tempered sword in her hand and recited a motto: "Luck favors the brave."

"I am the holy hammer, the light that pierces the darkness." Ryan also drew out the Nemesis. Platinum flames and light blue light surrounded the sword body of Nemesis. Ryan's whole body was looming in the white-gold psychic flames and lightning. .

Many high-elf nobles are still laughing at this knight king's overestimation of his own abilities and his high self-esteem. Is the light that pierces the darkness something you monkeys dare to say casually? What kind of virtue is it to not urinate and take care of yourself?

However, a small number of high-elf nobles who had been on the battlefield and fought against the dark elves, northern barbarians, or beasts of the Anuli Mountains had shut their mouths. Even Princess Adira herself felt that something was wrong.

The power gushing out from this human being...

Elsharion, who was standing aside and watching coldly, changed his expression slightly. He immediately reached out and grasped the hilt of Elsharion's Fang Sword at his waist, and walked quickly to the side of the arena, ready to take action at any time.

The duel began, with both sides striding into the venue.

Princess Adila's height can only be considered above average among elves, but she is still about 1.75 meters. She raised her head, looked at Ryan in front of her, moved two steps laterally, and then held the sword with both hands, with the blade facing the sky. He rushed towards Ryan with a single lunge: "For Tyron Locke, for Ulthuan!"

The tempered sword struck down suddenly, hitting Ryan's sword-holding wrist directly, and the silver blade turned into a stream of light.

Ryan was calm and collected. He first took a sideways step to dodge Princess Adila's attack. The goddess of revenge slashed down from the air with platinum flames and directly hit the middle of the tempered sword. Princess Adila groaned, The huge force coming from the sword almost made her unable to hold the hilt.

And Ryan's storm-like attack has just begun.

The goddess of revenge emitted wisps of platinum fire in the air, striking directly at the middle of the tempered sword's blade. In the blink of an eye, several top-down attacks forced Princess Adira to step back, and the elf princess was forced to hold the sword with both hands. He raised the handle flat, trying to release Ryan's power and find a little space under his exquisite sword skills to try to counterattack.

There was no chance. The Nemesis swept past, and the blade turned into dozens of phantoms. First, it struck the left side fiercely, and then quickly stepped back to retract the sword. Ryan made a gorgeous back turn, causing the Nemesis to draw an arc in the air. Slash down and attack from the other side.

Princess Adira had to move the blade again to try to block.

Slashing, slashing, the goddess of revenge and the tempered long sword intersected in the middle. They spun in a circle under Ryan's control, turned her wrist and lifted it upwards. The long sword in the Elf Princess's hand flew directly into the sky, and in Addie's hand, the long sword flew directly into the sky. Before Princess La could react, the King of Knights gently transferred the goddess of revenge to his left hand. He quickly reached out with his right hand to take off the flower fan from the Elf Princess's waist and opened it.

The next second, the opened flower fan pressed against Adira's throat: "That's it? I think I should have won. Your Highness, Princess. Granted, according to Asul's custom, can I declare victory?" Is it done?"

The entire audience was silent and stunned.

Only the human side burst into cheers. At this time, both the Old Guard officers and the Phoenix Guards couldn't help but shout loudly. Even Julius, who had always been serious, smiled, thinking about this Brother-in-law did a great job.

Eltharion the Ruthless found that the sword at his waist was only half drawn.

"...This is impossible!" Princess Adila still hasn't realized that she actually lost, with less than ten moves! She was defeated. She turned pale and took two steps back: "No, this is impossible. Your swordsmanship cannot be compared to the war lord."

"So the Asurs are all guys who refuse to admit defeat?" Ryan put down the flower fan in his hand with a smile. The Knight King's face was full of contempt and sarcasm: "You brag when you win, but you don't admit it when you lose? I’ve already experienced it once with Eislay, and I didn’t expect to experience it again with Azul.”

"I'm not denying it!" Princess Adila was a little embarrassed. The elf princess took a few steps back. Her face was uncertain, but she finally lowered her head: "I admit defeat. You win, human being."

"Ha." Ryan sneered from his throat. He knew in his heart that the Elf Princess did not refuse to admit defeat, but she secretly changed the concept. Being defeated and voluntarily admitting defeat are two different concepts.

As expected of a high elf, even if they are defeated, they still have their own explanation. However, the high elves are not as shameless and accustomed to breaking treaties as the wood elves. Ryan is too lazy to care. He takes back the flower fan in his hand, thinks about it, or Deciding to give the opponent a step down: "Forget it, I heard that Asul's honor duels all have so-called prizes. I don't want any prizes. Let this fan be my prize."

"But, that was given to me by the war lord..." The elf princess reached out and picked up the long sword that fell aside. She said anxiously: "Can you exchange it for another one?"

"If you lose, you lose." At this time, Tyrion came quickly with a team of silver-helmet knights. After seeing Princess Adira's defeat, he sighed: "Give it to him, I will give another one later. New ones for you.”

"Tsk, a pervert who has some special fetish for women's accessories!"

"Shameless guy, humans must have taken medicine!"

"Compare again, compete again!"

"It doesn't matter if you win in swordsmanship, you have to compete with other things, including bows and arrows!"

The elven nobles in the nearby stands shouted.

Tyrion's face was a little confused. He knew the strength of Princess Adira. This elf princess was once his attendant and had a somewhat unclear relationship with him. The war lord thought that no wonder she was the human chosen by Lilith. This My strength is almost catching up with that of me, the guardian of Ulthuan and the chosen champion of the Eternal Queen.

It seems that they can no longer be called monkeys in the future. Moreover, the strength of human beings must be re-evaluated. Tyrion had many thoughts in his mind. The fighting power displayed by this group of humans is really amazing. If all the humans in the old world were If you have this kind of fighting ability...

"Lian, you are so powerful. You defeated the elf princess in one fell swoop and took away her flower fan as a trophy." Sulia looked at Ryan's return with great pride, and she also looked at Ryan with interest. The flower fan in hand: "Do you particularly like this thing?"

"This is for you." Ryan quickly handed the flower fan to his wife. He smiled and said, "You can't just pretend that nothing happened, right?"

"Put it here." Sulia didn't want anything used by other women at all, but the Queen of Knights would not embarrass Ryan in public. She knew that Ryan wanted to give Gao Jing a blow.

Sure enough, the high elves were somewhat embarrassed, and their swordsmanship was no match. They recognized it, but immediately another elf prince stood up: "I am Prince Yrel from the Kingdom of Elion, a human. I want to compete with you in an arrow test." Technique."

"I can't shoot arrows." Ryan was very honest about this: "I am a knight, and I have never experienced bow and arrow training."

"It's your fault that you haven't been trained. Since as a king you don't know how to use a bow and arrow, does this mean that you humans will admit defeat?" Prince Yrel said rather arrogantly: "Then it will be considered a draw. Already?"

"I didn't say I shouldn't fight." Ryan smiled: "Bertrand? Are you going to spar with this elf prince?"

"Yes!" Sir Bertrand, the commander-in-chief of the Old Guard, strode out from the Old Guard. His eagle eyes were burning with the fire of the God of Hunting, and he was holding a super artifact blessed by Tal and Leia—— Tal's Bow walked up to Prince Yrel: "I'll do it! How to compare?"

"Please." Prince Yrel sneered inwardly. Can humans' archery skills be compared to Asul's?

"First compare your shooting accuracy, and then compare your shooting distance!"

"good!"

The two sides began to compete.

The first thing that came up was the fifty-meter target. Bertrand and Yrel each shot five arrows, all of which hit ten rings.

"One hundred meters!"

The two of them each shot five arrows, and they all hit ten rings!

"Two hundred meters!"

Bertrand tightened his bow, and the arrows he fired were like meteors streaking across the sky! Falling down.

"Ten rings!"

Two hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

Three hundred meters, ten rings!

Three hundred and fifty meters, still ten rings!

Four hundred meters, hit nine rings!

The entire audience was shocked. Even Tyrion was so surprised that he couldn't shut his mouth. The tens of thousands of high spirits all fell silent, and you could hear the drop of a needle.

Are all these humans monsters?

Prince Yrel's face was even more ashen. His target of 350 meters could no longer hit within the fifth ring, and even the target of 400 meters could not be hit.

Who is this human being, and why have we never heard of it? Didn’t it say that the strongest archery master in mankind is Marcus Wolfhart, the hunter marshal of the empire? Why did this man named Bertrand suddenly appear?

Half sea water and half flames, the humans cheered collectively, and the sound even covered up the entire military camp's tens of thousands of elite troops.

"Hahahaha, that's it? That's it?" Ryan proudly reached out and patted Bertrand's shoulder to encourage him. He said to Tyrion: "That's it? Your Excellency, War Lord, are we now qualified to evaluate the high elves? Are you ready to fight?"

"...His Majesty the Knight King is joking, you are qualified in the first place." Tyrion and the high-spirited nobles who were watching felt their faces burning, and the war lord laughed and said: "We are allies, don't be so open-minded. "

In this way, the military parade that was originally used to intimidate the human army turned into a place for Ryan and others to declare their strength. The high elves felt that their faces were shameless, and the remaining part ended hastily. Finally, the military band played together. A high-quality military song "The Phoenix Flag Never Falls" brought the military parade to an end.

In the end, when Ryan left, he secretly placed a crystal infused with his psychic energy in an inconspicuous corner of the inner city. He could then use this place as a coordinate to teleport directly.

.........Is this all I have? That's it? ! dividing line......

Everyone thought that the high-precision army would set off soon after the military parade ended.

It turned out not to be.

In mid-November, two weeks after the army gathered in Lothern, the High Elf War Council was still meeting and quarreling over who would command the army, how to fight, how to command, and how to distribute the troops. They never reached an agreement on how to march. .

The slow-moving high elves made Ryan and Fulgan very impatient. However, the high elf army was now stationed in the inner city. Teleporting in now would be courting death. Ryan and the others had no choice but to continue waiting for the opportunity.

At the same time, inside the small palace in the corner of the outer city of Lothern.

It was still a dark room, and it was still the familiar floor-to-ceiling mirror. The figure of the Witch King appeared in the mirror: "How is the false royal court? Why don't you report the action plan to me? You will be punished for your incompetence. Punishment, Omos!”

"Your Majesty, the Puppet Royal Court has been unable to come up with a suitable military plan and deployment. I am worried for them, really." Shadow said in an apologetic tone: "I have checked many times, and the War Council has not reached an agreement yet. .”

"That sounds interesting." Malekith said humorous words, but the shadow could feel the anger in his voice. He bent down in fear so that the Witch King could not see his expression: "That's true. Consistent with Mother's judgment, our cousins ​​will never unite without external pressure."

"The Witch Queen also has news, Your Majesty?" Shadow asked humbly: "Can you share it? This will be an important help for our next actions."

"Mother knows these cousins ​​very well, even better than herself." Malekith said casually: "She has thousands of years of contact with the hedonistic sect in Ulthuan. Even I don't know all the contact information. , you don’t even want to know.”

"Yes." Shadow quickly bowed to show humility.

What a statement from the Witch King. Malekith doesn't care about deception and self-assertion. He only cares about whether you are useful to him. He knows everything. Even if he doesn't know, he will say he knows because he is the Witch King. , and when he admits that he doesn't know, he definitely knows everything and observes everything with a fool's expression.

Similarly, only when Malekith is really close to his goal, he will show this casual expression, so that everyone can't figure out what he is thinking.

After a moment of silence, Shadow asked humbly: "Your Majesty, what should I do next? Please clarify."

Malekith continued to be silent for several minutes. The humble servant knew that his master was thinking about everything, using his unparalleled wisdom and broad perspective to comprehensively plan everything.

After a long time, the other side of the mirror finally spoke: "Forget it, we don't have time to wait for these weak and useless relatives to grind away. I will immediately contact our undead allies and Lord Kraken, Loxia - Corrupted Heart, to let They are starting to prepare to attack the Kingdom of Tyranloc!"

"Tularis-The Terror and his army of Khaine will attack Nagaryth and the Desolate Isles from the north of Ulthuan!"

"The Skaven promised to build a flying machine to disrupt the Maelstrom, making it easier for the Keeper of Secrets and his legion to appear on the safe island of Osu!"

"Your mission is to convey the troop deployment and strategic and tactical plans of this group of relatives to me as soon as possible, if you have any!"

"Yes!" The shadow's voice couldn't stop being excited and ecstatic.

Again, again, no one knows how many times in six thousand years.

The great revenge crusade against Ulthuan is about to begin again!

"Ulthuan is mine!"

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