The Sun King's Evidence

Above the chaotic wasteland, magma and blizzards roar together. There are many twisted and grotesque plants on the barren land. Even the rocks and mountains have been distorted by the power of chaos. The ancient saint's portal has long been cracked. Years ago, a steady stream of chaotic winds blew into the mortal world.

The land here is immeasurably vast, bordering the barbaric lands and dark lands of Norsca to the south, the Far Eastern Steppes to the southeast, and the cold regions of Naggaroth to the southwest. The Chaos Wasteland is not entirely a natural phenomenon. This situation has been gradually spreading since the ancient saints' portal collapsed. The energy in the Chaos Kingdom (Supreme Sky) sweeps across the earth like a tide. At this level, Chaos The wasteland can be said to be the result of the constant overlap between the mortal world and the realm of Chaos, so it is a constant reminder to the mortals that once the world falls into the hands of Chaos, everyone will be doomed.

In the Chaos Wasteland, there are tens of thousands of barbarian tribes fighting and killing endlessly. No one knows how many barbarians there are in the Chaos Wasteland. Only the elves and dwarves have passed the most conservative estimate. Then In the Chaos Wasteland in the north, there are at least tens of millions of Chaos people and more than half a million Chaos warriors who neither eat nor drink, as well as higher-level beings.

In addition to the Chaos Wasteland, there are at least more than 10 million Kurgan warriors in the Kurgan Steppe, and the population of Norsk is at least 5 million.

To this day, the Chaos Wasteland is still expanding, eroding the northern part of the world. Neither Norsca nor the Northern Steppes are immune. The environment there has been forever changed by the energy of Chaos. For the countless northerners such as the Norscans, Kurgans, and Huns living in the wasteland, those rare mutations in the south have long been commonplace in the eyes of northerners, and they regard this kind of Mutation is a gift from the gods.

Similarly, there are more than 10 million Chaos Barbarians and countless beastman tribes and demons in the Antarctic Wasteland, but fortunately the distance between it and other civilizations makes it far less harmful than the constant surge from the northern wasteland. The high elves have established three strongholds around Antarctica, namely Dawn Fortress, Rising Sun Fortress and Dusk Fortress. These three permanent fortresses can withstand the Antarctic wasteland very well. Chaos frenzy on the world (because the Antarctic Wasteland is not directly connected to the mortal realm by land like the Arctic Wasteland, and their shipbuilding capabilities are also very limited).

Hal, the Chosen God of Tzeentch - Eye of Eternity, this prophecy magic master is making his suggestion to Black Iron Motkin: "Your Excellency, Chosen God of Eternity, now is the right time, we should let the vanguard army set off. , first ravage and torture the weak and incompetent southerners, and then our army will march south to bring the end of the world."

The blue eyes behind the Black Iron Mortgold's black Chaos Helmet focused on Hal, seeming to be thinking about whether Hal's suggestion was a good choice or whether to remove his head and use it as another piece of blood sacrifice. God's gift.

The Chosen of Tzeentch couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart. This new Eternal Chosen has always given people an unfathomable feeling. He even bound the bloodthirsty Kag'hank of Khorne to the banner of the Ice Waste Plains. All those tribes that did not surrender were wiped out.

"No, now is not necessarily the right time." Black Iron Motkin finally shook his head after being silent for a long time: "Twenty thousand, maybe a lot, but this number is not enough to defeat the southerners."

"No! It's not important. What's important is, kill! Slaughter, chop, kill all the enemies!" The great demon of Khorne, the bloodthirsty Kaghank, roared. This six-meter-tall great demon of Khorne The demon kept waving the battle ax and whip in his hand: "Cut, kill! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, head to the skull throne!"

However, in the next second, Mortkin swung his fist and smashed the demon's entire face to pieces. The demon Khorne was directly blown away from his royal court, smashing countless trophies before falling into a bloody mess. In the pool, the Eternal God's Chosen said coldly: "Twenty thousand, not enough, far from enough. These troops may be enough to help us break through the northern defense line of mankind, but if we want to penetrate into the hinterland of the empire, we have to kill Oleg von Ru That little bastard Cove and his family were all destroyed, these troops are not enough, we must gather more troops."

"At most six months." Hal, the Eye of Eternity, had a hint of disdain on his twisted, horned face, but he hid it well: "Ulfric, the World Walker of the Wanderer, chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos. Legions, the Four Chosen Gods of Chaos, the Norscan Legion of High King Varmir Aislin of Norsca, the beauty Prince Sigvald, the Chosen Champion of Slaanesh and his Mirror Legion, and the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, Fei Stus’ Legion of Plague’s Sons are already on their way.”

"Not enough, not enough!" Motkin's voice was cold and full of hatred: "More, how many tribes are not coming?"

"There are at least a thousand tribal armies that have not yet arrived." The Chosen God of Tzeentch bent even lower: "In addition, there are at least 500 tribes in the Kurgan Steppe who are also willing to join you. , according to our estimates, there will be at least 300,000 people."

Black Iron Motkin stood up. He looked at his own world. Just in front of the Northland Royal Court, tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and more than a dozen chaotic demon armies gathered here. Their momentum was shocking. The sky was dyed in various colors, and the power of the God of Chaos spread over this land. The echoes echoed in the northern wasteland, and among the echoes were mixed even more terrifying whispers and howls.

Thousands of roars from various voices and the sound of axes and swords hitting shields came one after another. Everyone was waiting to follow the Eternal Chosen south to destroy the mortal kingdom.

However, Black Iron Motkin shook his head coldly.

Whether it was the former Chosen Champion of Khorne, Egil Red-Eye, or the subsequent Chosen Champion of Nurgle, Tamukhan, the King of Maggots, their invasion of the south was undoubtedly successful, but it was also a failure.

Every time the Chaos army marches south, it can cause thousands of miles of desolation, hunt for countless skulls and mortal blood, and obtain supreme glory and the gaze of the gods, but they are always eliminated in the end and forced to retreat.

Motkin repeatedly looked at the records and failures from the first Eternal God Chosen "Unifier" Moka to the latest Eternal God Chosen "Anointed One" Aissa Kuval, and then combined them with the results of the past few decades. In the failed case of Chaos invasion, the new Eternal Chosen remained conscious even though he was swallowed up by the flames of vengeance. Mortkin knew that the different Chaos tribes in the northern wasteland would only swear allegiance to a leader with domination. The leader of sexual power, once this leader falls, his army will quickly collapse.

On the contrary, mortals will abandon their past differences with the emergence of the Chaos Army. They will unite under the oracles and guidance of the Gods of Order to jointly deal with the army from the north. Perhaps Hal's proposal Yes, the 120,000 Chaos army was enough to break through Kislev's defense line at the beginning, but it might be difficult to advance any further. The huge army would be destroyed by Kislev's severe cold environment, countless fortress garrisons and the northern part of the empire. The strong and tenacious border guards were weakened, dispersed, and stopped moving forward.

Then, all the armies of Charlemagne's empire would gather together to launch a counterattack under the order of the false emperor. The Chaos army would soon lose its numerical advantage and be forced to face countless fortified cities and elite generals.

If it is delayed a little longer, Brittania's chivalrous patients will begin to rush to the aid of the empire, followed closely by the elves and dwarves. The quantity of these immortal species may not be enough to form an advantage, but the quality is amazing.

Motkin knew that if he rashly went south, he would be nothing more than stepping on the footsteps of his predecessors' failures and having a spectacular failure that would be remembered by the old world.

Sufficient strength must be accumulated. Now the strength is not enough. Mortkin must wait for more Chaos armies to arrive. At the same time, he must paralyze the humans of the old world. Under his command, Norsca and the Northern Wasteland are shrinking. troops.

When the North becomes quiet, Southerners will relax their vigilance, past differences will resurface, and the Southerners' court will once again fight among themselves for a little benefit. Motkin knows very well that Kislev is now a powerful foreigner. , the once glorious past was before the Great Holy War. After that, even the famous Red Tsar Boris Bokha only restored a glimmer of the glorious era of Kislev. After that, even though Katalin was A very powerful ice witch, but her ability to govern the country and the army cannot be compared to that of the Red Czar.

According to the intelligence of Tzeentch believers, Katalin is at best a leader with good strength and some scheming skills.

Similarly, regarding the situation in the empire, Motkin also received a detailed explanation from Tzeentch's Chosen Champion Cha-Zan'ek. The pseudo-emperor Karl-Franz could only manage his direct leader Reikland. The entire empire The forces are scattered and independent, unable to unite without external pressure, and the nobles of the empire are all immersed in the glorious victory of the Norsca Expedition. As long as Motkin is careful, even if the empire is alert, even if the false Emperor Karl and his The courtiers and intelligence agencies sensed the danger, and the empire could not unite in a short time. The electors would think this was another political conspiracy of the emperor to expand his influence.

Even the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch can be sure that as long as the speed is fast enough, maybe when the Chaos army invades the empire, the empire will begin to truly realize the crisis and try to unite.

The only lesson the ignorant and backward southern humans have learned from history is that they never learned to learn from it.

What about the other side, the Bretons?

Motkin looked at the map, and for the first time a cautious expression appeared on the face of the Eternal Chosen One.

The Kingdom of Knights is not that easy to deal with.

The new King of Knights, Ryan Macado, has outstanding personal prowess and numerous military exploits.

If he only has one person to pay off, the problem is that unlike the Empire, Ryan has united the originally scattered knights and nobles, and judging from his good relationship with the Empire, he is likely to choose to aid the Empire.

The united Kingdom of Knights and the assembled Holy Grail Knights will erupt with terrifying power.

We must formulate targeted strategies and tactics. Before I complete my revenge, Britannia must not be given the opportunity to send reinforcements to the empire!

Motkin looked at the map carefully. He smeared his fingers with hot blood on the map and started his plan.

The first line, the World Walker Army Group led by Ulfric Wanderer, chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos, will set off from the Ice Dragon Fjord in Norsca and head straight towards the capital of Britannia, Curona.

In the second line, Varmir Aisling, chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos and the High King of Norsca, will lead the Norscan Mountain Army Group, starting from the Aisling League meeting place in Norsca and aiming directly at Nord and Oster. Lead the northern port of Norden.

In the third line, the Chaos Vanguard Army Group led by Prince Sigvald, the Chosen Champion of Slaanesh, and Festus, the Chosen Champion of Nurgle, will set off from the Chaos Wasteland, climb over the Mourn Mountains, pass through the mountain passes, and defeat The Kislev garrison there divided its forces to attack the two large cities of Kislev, Erengrad and Prague.

Finally, he led the main army southward, crossed the Linsk River, and pointed directly at the Empire's Oster Territory.

This time going south, more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, 30 Chaos demon armies, more than 50,000 Chaos cavalry, thousands of Chaos chariots, hundreds of monster warbands and thousands of giant beasts will be gathered.

There is only one target, the head of Oleg von Zhukov, and the ancestral mausoleum of the elector family in von Zhukov Castle!

"This will be an unprecedented invasion, the largest invasion since the Great Holy War. We will gather an army of more than 300,000 people to bring destruction and true civilization to the southerners." Motkin decided to fight. Plan: "We must wait for a while until all the troops arrive. During this period, we must remain quiet. We must let the hypocritical southerners think that good times are coming, and we can even send people to negotiate with the southerners and demand peace talks. "

"A great plan." Cha-Zan'ek, the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch, nodded in approval and said softly: "Please give this plan a name, Your Eternal Chosen One."

"Name? That means nothing." Mortkin said coldly.

"But we need a codename. This is the will of the Demonic Bird God." Cha-Zane Ek couldn't wait. He had two hideous scars on his face, which were left by Teresa. He remembered the pair of scars. The appearance and names of the sorceress and her daughter are preparing for their revenge.

"In that case, the code name this time is..." Motkin reluctantly agreed. He thought for a moment and suddenly recalled the name he saw in an ancient king's tomb in the Troll Kingdom when he was young.

"This invasion will be named... Project Barbarossa!"

…………I am the dividing line that will destroy Kislev in three months……

In the Royal Hotel of the Corona Palace, several Dukes were sitting together, waiting for Francois to start classes.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that all of us are nobles of the kingdom. Our status and glory come from the ancestors of our family, the twelve glorious first-generation Holy Grail Knights. Am I right? "Francois said in a low voice, the father-in-law's face was very warm.

All the dukes nodded. This is the foundation of their status and the origin of the supreme status of the duke families.

They are all honorable men.

"Where do our noble powers, our status, our glory and territory come from?" Francois then asked the second question: "Of course they all come from the twelve wars that founded the country. And the Holy Grail, no one has any objection to this, right?"

Everyone nodded again. This was so politically correct in Britannia that no questioning was allowed.

"Therefore, we people are all living together with the country. Why don't you understand?" Francois sighed, and he said to everyone: "You must know that if the country is good, we Only if the country exists and prospers for a long time can we exist and prosper for a long time. A good country is more important than anything else! For us, without the Kingdom of Knights, we nobles will just There is no more status and glory, do you understand?"

"...Is this why you always support Ryan?" Bo Derek thought thoughtfully, and Duke Poseidon also put down his bowl and spoon.

"Because Ryan can make the country better! Don't you understand?" Francois smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I said, only when the country is good can we, the nobles, be good. Think about it carefully. Less Taxing, building forts, and encouraging population circulation, isn’t Ryan doing it for the good of the country?”

"But he sacrificed us!" Duke Hagen couldn't eat anymore, and Duke Gisoleaux was still a little dissatisfied: "I also know that he is doing it for the good of the country, but..."

"What if we give up the immediate interests? We are here for the longer-term interests." Francois stroked his goatee: "For the prosperity and strength of the country, we must make appropriate sacrifices. In five years, In ten or twenty years, not only will we be able to make back our money, but I can also be sure that you will always gain more than you lose!"

"Second." Bohemond nodded in agreement: "Ryan deserves our trust. The concession now is to allow him to show off his talents and let him do it. If we follow him, we will not suffer. Look at Francois How much money has this old fox earned?”

"Boldero will also respond to the king's call." Duke Bodrick also made up his mind.

"But..." Duke Hagen was still hesitating.

"But what?" Francois sneered: "What's wrong? Hagen, do you think that if you play non-violent non-cooperation, Ryan can't touch you? Are you the Holy Grail Knight, or the descendant of the first Holy Grail Knight Beren?" People are amazing, aren’t they?”

Duke Hagen was silent.

"Let me tell you, Ryan is the lady's divinely chosen champion, and the heir recognized by Landuin personally. He also has the full support of His Royal Highness the Green Knight and His Highness Morgiana! Oh, by the way, he is also Sulia's husband. , my son-in-law." Francois continued: "It's true that others can't touch you, but Ryan can't touch you either? There are definitely many people in your family who are willing to be dukes!"

Duke Hagen was suddenly frightened and his whole body was cold.

He finally nodded painfully: "I understand, there is no problem in reducing taxes and encouraging population circulation, but what about building fortresses? Do we really need to build five large permanent fortresses, and at our own expense? Is it too exaggerated?"

"Repairing the fortress, I think my son-in-law is making a fuss out of a molehill." Francois smiled and nodded, and he said casually: "It's understandable that Ryan attaches great importance to defense, but this is obviously to defend against a huge-scale all-out invasion. Could it be that the northern barbarians would suddenly organize a chaotic army of two to three hundred thousand people to go south?"

"Yes, and Kislev and the empire are the first to bear the brunt of the barbarian movement south." Bohemond agreed: "Tax reduction is fine, but we should wait until His Majesty comes back to build the fortress."

"Yes, it's not worth repairing it and not being able to use it. It's going to cost people and money, and it's not worth it to spend energy on garrisoning and maintaining it." Bo Derek also smiled and said: "Barbarians don't have that ability."

"Hahahaha! Come on, keep going!"

"How long did it take for the Empire to win the Norscan Crusade?"

"I'll bet a bullwhip that the Chaos bastards won't come in a short time, don't worry!"

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