Proof of the Sun King

In the year 2525 of the imperial calendar, in midsummer, the northern border of the empire, the occupied area of ​​Ostermark province.

The town that used to be an important wharf port and sold Ostermark's high-quality lumber, hides, and fine workhorses is now only rubble and ruins, and the Yankees' bonfires are burning, even in the height of summer. The cold and lonely territory still makes people feel cold.

Several Yankees from Kurgan were sitting in the ruins of the town leaning on a pig's thigh. Around them, the corpses of the Empire's people had begun to dry after months of hanging, and the stench was strong. Nor could it stand the ravages of time. A long row of gallows and wheel torture devices stretched along the road to the south, each with the hapless corpse of a broken, twitching Imperial soldier, and the Revesnett River was still red. Yes, though the unappetizing grey moss and taut vines have woven themselves from the silt-stuffed shore, choking the remnants of the flow.

Yankees drink and eat meat while swearing at the cowardly decisions of the Chaos lords, they don't notice a guy in a black cloak behind them, and they're still arguing about where to try their luck today At that time, a dazzling rune sword pierced through the chest of one of the hapless men from behind.

The person who came was very strong. His pace was fast and his swordsmanship was superb. Between the lightning and flint, he drew out the rune sword, held the hilt with his hand and sent it forward, piercing the breastplate and piercing the Yankee's heart.

"Wow!" The remaining Yankee picked up a flying axe at his hand, the axe blade full of gaps swayed in the air, the person who came to dodge sideways, clenched the rune sword in his hand, the sword grid was heavily separated He hit a Yankee on the head with his helmet, and the Yankee was knocked unconscious.

The visitor immediately made a sword, and the three Yankees died. Only the sound of the crackling flames in the fire and the pig's thigh hanging on it were left. The visitor hesitated for a moment, and he looked around, as if weighing what.

After a few seconds, the visitor decided to sit down. He collected some leftover food from the Yankees, shook the glass bottle and found that there were still a few mouthfuls of barley wine in it. The smell of too much beer, but this is a great relief to the smoker's throat. He roasted the pork leg earnestly. When he felt that it was almost done, he quickly put the roasted pork leg and the side that had not had time to lean on it. put away the two pork chops and sneaked out of town.

The visitor walked quickly to the forest outside the town. A giant griffin was waiting for him in the forest. The griffin was in good spirits, but its wings were broken. When the visitor appeared, the griffin stretched out. Paws motioned him to hurry.

"Old man, our luck is good, we can have a full meal today." The person who came hurriedly trotted to the side of the big griffin. He took out the food he got from the Yankees from under his backpack and cloak, and hid in the big griffon. Among the trees and bushes, people greedily nibble on the roasted pork leg, while the great griffin devours the raw pork chop.

The hood was taken off, revealing the face of the person who came. Now his hair is messy and his beard is full of dirt. He eats like a wolf. Compared with his former noble status, he is more like a beggar.

Karl Franz, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, the Grand Prince of Rikerland, the Elector, the heir to all the sacred heritage of Charlemagne from the mountains to the sea, the Emperor of the Empire.

He is not dead.

During the Battle of Huffwinden, he was defeated at a critical moment by Valazzi Harken, Grand Master of the Blood Dragon Knights, and fell among a large group of Chaos warriors.

At first, he thought he was dead.

But fate did not abandon Karl Franz, Charlemagne's blessing still blesses the Emperor, and a Chaos champion eager to kill him pushes the hordes of Chaos warriors towards him, while Schwarzhammer and Helber Grid's attempt to save the Emperor helped a bit - the Chaos Champion was fired by a volley of silver bullet musketeers, one bullet hit his head, and the Chaos Champion fell, pinning the Emperor under him, and sank into the mud together.

Karl Franz survived like this, and only woke up after a day and a night of the Battle of Heffwinden. At this time, the Chaos army either continued to move south, or collapsed because of the death of Archaon's lieutenant, Keron the Conqueror. .

The emperor survived, and he was the only one.

He thought he was doomed at first, because the poisonous air, the rotting moss vines, and the deadly infection on his body would accelerate any mortal to death.

But the silver seal of the imperial artifact proved its worth. This artifact carried a huge and lasting magic power. In the dark and cold night, he could feel the energy of the magical wind warming his chest, which would threaten his The most serious injuries were kept out, wound infections quickly subsided, the poisonous air was purified, the toxins spewed by the decaying moss vines were expelled, and the emperor struggled to survive.

He found his rune-tooth, the Dragon's Tooth Sword, under a Yankee's belly, and in the days that followed, he passed by death more than a dozen times and was nearly killed by a patrol of armed men twice. It was found that his wounds were festering in the damp air, he had passed out more than once from starvation and lack of water, and he was forced to drink salty water even though it would make him vomit, and gobble up the looted food in the warehouse.

Water is poisonous, food is poisonous, these are not problems, the power of the silver seal can purify toxins, and the continuous healing magic of the artifact has gradually restored the emperor to health.

The emperor began to look for a partner. He found a tortured mount in a Kurgan camp with dozens of wounds on its body - the death claw Griffin. He carefully planned a night attack. Killed more than 20 Yankee guards and rescued Death Claw, and the Great Griffin could no longer fly for the time being.

But it is still very powerful, relying on the power of the silver seal, the death claw regained some physical strength, the golden pair slaughtered the entire camp, and then escaped the pursuit of the Yankees, the emperor and his mount just like this One-man, one-beast guerrilla warfare against Chaos begins in the vast wilderness and forests of Ostermark.

At first, Karl-Franz was a little optimistic about the status quo. The emperor thought that maybe the situation was not so bad. He had fantasized about encountering soldiers and towns who were still resisting during the guerrilla movement, and then united them. As the day goes by, the news will spread.

Soon he will be able to find a way to get in touch with Heilberg and Schwarzhammer. They must still be fighting somewhere, and they will fight side by side again against aggression. The enemy may be formidable, but this is his territory. They are his people and the news that the Emperor is still alive will inspire all the Imperials to keep fighting and they will send out their armies to save him, even if the Imperial North is almost wiped out, Middenheim, Ivyheim, Bren The famous cities of Rick, Nur, and Tarabheim are still alive, and it is impossible for elves and dwarves to ignore the Empire, as well as his close friend, the Sun King of Brittany.

For months, reality slapped Karl Franz, and slapped, and slapped again, until he was numb.

No more, no more resistance.

There were no Imperial subjects or armies left, and the invaders drove away every single one of them, either killed them all, or turned them all into slaves.

For months, the Emperor has traveled almost all over Ostermark and hollowed out all the occupied villages, strongholds, every hut is empty, every row house echoes with a terrible silence, some can be found in the ruins. Remnants of food, but he didn't meet a single living Imperial man, any of them.

Only corpses, countless corpses, only ruins, broken tools and pots and pans, smashed looms, broken dung forks.

A few months later, the emperor cried, he found a safe place and cried aloud.

It was an indescribable despair and powerlessness that cannot be described in words.

Since he ascended the throne, Karl Franz has spent most of his life fighting to protect the empire. He can't count how many wars he has gone through, how many times he has personally fought in battle, and the emperor of the empire has been like one day for thirty years. Urging himself with an absolute sense of responsibility and mission, this is the country he will protect with his life, and there are people here who rely on him to protect.

In the same way, he spent his life teaching his people, growing food, ploughing land, harvesting crops, building temples, and arming himself. He spent his life convincing his people that as long as they resisted, the emperor's army will come to rescue them.

Did he try his best?

Yes, Karl Franz swears he tried his best, more than his grandfather, than his father.

He really has given everything.

However, his grandfather Leopold and his father Luitpold were able to enjoy peace and prosperity, but Karl Franz could only face the largest chaos invasion and one most tragic defeat in history.

The emperor couldn't find a solution to the problem, he didn't know what else he could do.

This is the most desperate.

"Carl, Carl, can you hear it?" At this moment, the emperor faintly heard a mysterious voice, which was exactly the same as what he heard at the most critical moment in the third battle of Blackfire Pass.

"I can hear it! I can hear it!"

"Listen, we're running out of time, Carl, Tarabeheim is ruined, most of the empire has fallen, but... there is still hope, in Solland, in Ivyland, in Wessonland and Nuer, in Midenland and White Wolf City... there is an established army, Nuer has repelled the siege of the rat people, and there is a strong army there... must... return, must defend... Middenheim is surrounded..." The voice broke and disappeared.

No matter how the emperor called, the voice never responded.

But that was enough for the emperor.

Hope is still there!

The emperor clenched the rune-tooth, and the rune on the dragon's tooth sword was still bright after two thousand years.

Yeah, that's right.

Not all of what we have accumulated over time is not in vain.

From now on, as long as we do not stop, the road will continue to extend.

And my Karl Franz resistance will never stop...

…………I am the dividing line that never stops…………

At the same time, the empire, Rik led the border city of Ubetheric.

An imperial messenger was crawling on the ground, with two fatal wounds on his back and waist, and the stagecoach had already fallen dead.

The loyal imperial messenger once again glanced at the document on his chest bearing the wax seal of the imperial cabinet's coat of arms.

He knew that the Yankees hadn't found the letter for help.

Yes, the Imperial Cabinet sent five messengers to deliver the letter at the same time, and five identical documents for help were handed over to them. Four of the messengers were intercepted and killed in the extremely dangerous Rickwald Forest, and he was the only one. The man managed to traverse the Creep, the Black Forest, the interception of several Yankee tribes, and the pursuit of the Skaven, and came to the vicinity of Ubetheric.

Unfortunately, when approaching the town, he was also found by several Yankees of the Belpine tribe. The stage horse fell and he could only escape on his legs. The Yankees used the throwing axe and javelin to leave him on his body. Fatal wounds.

The messenger finally got rid of the pursuers and fled into the city.

The scene in front of him made him extremely desperate. Ubetheric was obviously also attacked by the Chaos tribe. Part of the entire city had been destroyed, but fortunately the other part was still there.

Must, must send information, must send the message for help!

The messenger crawled **** the ground, blood stained the stone pavement in the block, until he came to the door of a building called the Red Moon Tavern, he knocked on the door of the tavern, this was his last strength, Then he lay down on the doorstep.

Darkness gradually descended into his sight, and the messenger slowly closed his eyes. Before dying, the sincere and hearty smile of Emperor Karl Franz appeared in his mind.

Moth Ribu's evil moon hangs high, and the chaotic storm swept the earth.

The door of the tavern opened, and the tavern owner Lorna Franz ran out: "Who are you? From Brunswick?"

The messenger said the last words in his life, and he sent the blood-stained letter of help to the boss Lorna: "For the empire..."

The people in the tavern came out and carried the messenger in.

Empire captain Marcus Kruber shook his head: "Charlemagne is on, he's dead."

The drake voice of Charlemagne Templar Victor Saltzpiler screamed: "Another warrior has fallen! I swear, the Yankees and the gods of darkness will pay for it!"

Ranger Kerillian played with the arrows behind her: "What happened to the short-lived ghost?"

The dwarf ranger Badin-Goreksh was very sentimental: "That's a good one, my fellow."

The flame wizard Sienna Fognathas sighed: "I really think now that I can return to Brunswick after the matter is over."

"Okay, everyone, you have a new mission." The owner of the tavern took out the document for help and glanced at it, his face changed drastically: "This matter is related to the survival of the old world. Since we have encountered it, it is our responsibility!"

"Understood!" the five heroes shouted in unison.

A few hours later, among the corpses of the Allied Plague Army, Ubeserik, the Tower of Ludwig the Savior, five small strongmen rushed all the way to the tower, blowing a giant horn.

"Dudududu~"

"Beep beep!"

"Beep beep beep beep beep ~"

A mighty horn sounded.

"It's the sound of the trumpet, the horn of the Tower of the Savior has been blown!"

"Light the beacon tower! Immediately light the beacon tower!!!" The hidden imperial outpost on the gray mountains, several guards on the frontier heard the horn of Ubeserik, they took out the torches and lit the firewood without any hesitation. ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ pillars of fire soared into the sky.

The owner of the Red Moon Tavern, Lorna, stood by the window on the third floor of the tavern, staring into the distance: "Tal is up!"

"Hope remains."

The flames at Tarkhov's outpost were the first to ignite.

Through the mountains and the sea of ​​clouds.

Travel through storms and stars.

Star-like pillars of fire burn in the majestic peaks of the Grey Mountains!

The flame of hope lights up the last hope on the top of the snow-capped peaks.

Dallaro Twin Peaks Outpost.

Eternal Heart Outpost.

Monrefort Outpost.

Doom Mountain Outpost.

Frozenheart Outpost.

The beacon fire is connected, even in the haze of violent storms, the light of the beacon tower is still so bright, it crosses the night, the sky, the stars, and the peaks.

From Helmgart to Montferr, from Guisoleaux to the Pale Ladies Hills, from Hartmont Castle to the capital Curona!

Eating lunch in the manor near the capital, Marshal Callard, who was nibbling on the gluten-like beef with a large ox bone in his hand, raised his head inadvertently, and saw the beacon burning on Hartmont Castle at a glance!

Callard was stunned for a moment, he immediately realized what he had taken a deep breath and immediately got on his horse and rushed straight to the Curona Palace.

At this time, the headquarters of the Supreme Command of Brittany was conducting an informal meeting. There were Ryan, Morgiana, Surya, Behemond, Francois, Beria, Catalin, etc. Man, they were discussing the possibility of supporting Middenheim.

"Boom!" The door of the hall was slammed open by brute force, Karad rushed up, and the marshal roared at everyone present: "Gray Mountains! It is the Gray Mountains, the flames of the Gray Mountains are lit! Your Majesty, everyone!"

"The Empire asks us for help, Brunswick asks us for help!!!"