Proof of the Sun King

On the tenth day of the siege, the undead finally launched a very ferocious offensive. Under the leadership of several tomb demons, several skeleton warrior legions and zombie legions launched an extremely violent attack on the walls of Montever Castle. The wave of the army's offensive was higher than wave after wave, which brought great pressure to the defenders. Crazy Sand Literature Network

At this time, the Duke of Vercade personally led the knights of Montfort to patrol back and forth on the city wall. His shouts and admonitions full of fighting spirit and hope increased the courage of the defenders. After several **** battles on the front line, he once The undead army that barely climbed the tower was slaughtered by the defenders.

In particular, an expeditionary knight wearing a golden fire dragon cross helmet on the side of Falkard was more brave than ordinary people. When a bloodthirsty ghost fell from the sky and attacked the garrison on the city wall, the expedition knight shot the head with one shot. Bloodthirsty ghost beheaded.

Flkard's presence on the front line roused the morale of the entire castle, and he drew his sword: "Cannon! Soldiers! Destroy the army of the dead! Victory belongs to Montfort, for the lady and the king, for Brittany!"

Dozens of artillery pieces on the castle fired continuously, the sizzling sound of igniting the leads and the pungent smell of black gunpowder sounded one after another. Amidst the roar of ten thousand cannons, solid bullets fell into the undead army formation, causing the entire undead army to be in chaos. In a group, especially the tall and tall tomb ghosts fell one after another, which greatly reduced the pressure on the front line.

"For Montfort! Soldiers, fight back! Where is my trebuchet?" Flkard went to the front to fight. The duke himself was a powerful kingdom knight. In two sections, filthy blood splattered his face, but the duke himself ignored the request of his knights to step back, and the duke of Montfort shouted: "That's a battering ram! Ruin it! Ruin it! it!"

"Adjust the angle!" The army of the Duchy of Montfort does not fight alone. A large number of expats from the empire are very willing to help them. Since the Duchy of Montfort and the Empire trade all the year round, the relationship between the Duchy and the Empire is excellent, except for spending a lot of money to import from the Empire. In addition to a large number of obsolete old artillery, the imperial diaspora living here also took up arms and joined the battle. Most of them only had a machete and a fire gun in their hands, and a few held a halberd, a sword and a shield and a long tube of fire. Guns, they shouted and unleashed their own power, retired engineers and musketeers from the Empire and Brittany serf archers tilted gunpowder and arrow rain, free militia and serf infantry regiment time and time again The undead tide-like offensive was knocked down from the city head.

Just at the height of the city wall, a dozen giant trebuchets and artillery were aimed at the giant battering ram that was being carried forward by the undead. This battering ram was very simple, but the battering ram was engraved with many undead magic spells. , Under the power of Kemler, this battering ram has been fully strengthened.

The evil spirit of the eight-headed tomb is pushing the battering ram forward, and the rotten metal on the tip of the hammer that is blessed by the dark green undead magic makes Falkard look terrified. He will never allow the battering ram to rush to the gate of the castle: Fire, soldiers, in the legs of those tomb ghosts!"

The soldiers on the city wall responded loudly that the defenders' firepower was taking good care of the battering ram, and even the serf archers on the side hurriedly ignited the arrows in their quivers.

The tomb ghosts have rough skin, and they feel no pain at all when faced with old-fashioned muskets and serf bows and arrows.

At this time, a row of cannons on the city wall opened fire, and several cannons were loaded. Except for one cannon that was unfortunately completely misfired, the remaining cannons shot seven or eight projectiles towards the battering hammer.

"Huh~" These black solid bullets headed straight towards the battering ram, making a crunching sound in the air. Kemmler, who was supervising the battle in the middle of the army, twisted his eyes and chanted a spell loudly: "Of the undead, all things Wither, the life of all spirits, it is my time!"

"Four-ring magic, the wall of bones!"

Before the battering ram, a low wall made of countless white bones was erected. The solid bullet smashed on the low wall, punching several big holes in the low wall made of white bones, and the white bones made of magic shattered into countless pieces. Fragments.

The battering ram was safe under the protection of Kemler. Kemler was about to signal the battering ram to move on, but two stones flying from above the castle entered his field of vision.

The counterweight wheel of the trebuchet turned, and the thrown boulder bypassed the wall of bones and smashed **** the top of the battering ram. A tomb demon was hit by a boulder on the spot and turned into a disgusting mass of mud.

"Hum! Good luck." Kemmler snorted coldly. He shook his head and turned away from the central army. Matthew Bard watched the whole process without saying a word. When Kemmler left, he also turned away.

The high city wall was full of cries of victory. Flkad and his knights immediately mounted their horses and launched a charge on the city wall. Relying on the shock of the textbook-like knights, the defenders finally retreated, relying on the simple wooden ladder. The skeleton warriors and zombies who climbed the tower, as the last skeleton warrior was defeated and thrown off the city wall, the Tomb Legion, which lost the battering ram, was forced to withdraw.

Montever Castle was held again, and after paying hundreds of serf infantry and a dozen knights casualties, the Tomb Legion slowly retreated.

"Thank you, Callard, without your help, perhaps the castle gate would have been lost." Looking at the retreating army of undead, Duke Falkard said to an expedition knight standing beside him: "Can you On behalf of the entire Principality, I will always be grateful to you for helping Montferre in time."

"Fighting against evil is an obligation." The expedition knight Karad has been on the road of the Holy Grail for more than a year. This powerful expedition knight rode his elven horse and set out from Brittany. The most important expedition knight Contributions include:

Fight against the Four-Armed Bull Demon and Cyclops in Rickland, slay a Goblin Shaman in Wesson, behead a Wyvern in a single duel, and deal with two greenskins alone in the Blackfire Pass in Aiweiland A warlord who single-handedly killed a necromancer in Steelland, a gall troll and a Nurgle champion in Ostermark.

After that, Karad went north to reach Kislev. He and Kislev's bear cavalry regiment fought against the Chaos Marauders in the north. He singled out five barbarian tribal chiefs and lifted the alarm of barbarian raids. Immediately after he went west into Oster and Nordland and slaughtered two Beastmen tribes, Callard, who was summoned by François, returned to Britannia, ready to participate in the battle between Lane and François against the Blackstone stronghold. war.

All the way down, Callard has many achievements, honor and so on.

On the way, he received a dream from the fairy in the lake. The goddess told him that the Tomb Legion was besieging the castle of Montferr, and Calad, without stopping, immediately came to support the Duke of Vulkard.

"The siege has been going on for ten days, and we still haven't heard the news of reinforcements." Duke Falkard is a middle-aged man in his fifties, and of course he is also a legendary knight of the kingdom. Seeing the undead retreat, the Duke himself Standing at the top of the city, he looked at a gap in the city wall.

It was the gap made by Kemmler's spell, where the surface of the city wall was smashed by undead magic, and the originally white crenellated wall was bubbling black.

The Duke of Falkard did not choose to let the Convent of Saints send the Holy Maiden of the Lake and the Prophet of the Lake God to help him. He chose to hire a wizard from the Imperial Academy of Wizards. This light wizard brought his apprentices to the city wall. Singing spells, mending the walls, the wind of light Heshi blew away the undead magic, rolled up the rubble, and the craftsmen of Montfort immediately stepped forward to mend the gaps in the walls.

"Reinforcements will come." Callard walked on Falkard's side, and he whispered: "Please understand, my duke, last year's Chaos invasion caused serious consumption of the troops of the northern principalities. It is not so easy to have a large army, you know, His Excellency Hagen, Duke of Guisoleaux lives in Curona all year round, and it takes a lot of time for him to rush back to the territory to gather the army."

"I know, the northerners can't be counted on, but what about the arrogant southerners? What about Berhemonde and his Brotherhood of Red Dragons? What about François and his Brotherhood of Quinalis Champions? How shall I see To you alone? And the Lady's Chosen Champion? Ryan Malcador? I've asked them for help, but they haven't come yet, and if they don't come, the castle will fall." Vercard, Duke of Montfort, was a little irritable at first. He said, but he soon sighed in a low voice: "The food ration has been halved, my friend Callard, but even so, the rations of tens of thousands of people still make it difficult for this castle to support, plus my private storage room, The food reserves can last for another twenty days to a month at most, which is the most optimistic estimate! I can wait, but my subjects can’t.”

The Duchy of Montfort basically relied on grazing to harvest food. This duchy imports a large amount of food from the Empire and other duchies of Brittany every year to maintain its supply, but recently the axe bite has been destroyed, and the trade route cannot be restored temporarily. Not much, and now it is even worse after the influx of tens of thousands of refugees.

After patrolling the defense line of the castle a little, the Duke of Vercard and Callard stood on the lookout overlooking the Duchy of Montfort and the peaks of the Grey Mountains. Surprisingly, the defenders and refugees always maintained a strong fighting spirit, and their morale High, many in Montfort believed that the Fairy of the Lake was watching the battle, and in order to defend their homeland, the refugees took up arms and vowed to fight the undead to the death.

The people of Montfort are always so special, looking at the resolute Duke Falkard, the expedition knight Callard thought to himself.

All the land in the Duchy of Montfort is basically within the Grey Mountains, so the residents here are almost all skilled climbers. After years of experiencing the threat of greenskin attacking the territory and the harsh environment, the character of the Montfort people has gradually become Stubborn and tough, they welcome all fellow human beings and outsiders, but are very hostile to all non-human races, including elves, half-men and dwarves, as reflected in the Duke of Falkard himself.

Duke Falkard is a staunch human supremacist, he insists that only humans are the race destined to rule all peoples, so he is very hostile to dwarves and half-men, as well as elves, he has ordered the expulsion of dwarves more than once Leaving the country and burning the elves as chaotic mutants. Of course, the fact that Ryan took in a large number of dwarves and elves caused serious dissatisfaction with Falkard. He has repeatedly suggested that King Richard punish Ryan because of Ryan's choice as a lady. The champion must guarantee "purity".

In all senses of purity, in general, Duke Falkard does not hate Ryan, but hates his actions, and hates his dealings with dwarves and elves. As the god-chosen champion of the fairies in the lake, all day long Ears hook up with shorts, what kind of decency is this?

On the other hand, Duke Falkard is a very friendly person to his subjects. He established the almshouse system, reduced taxes for hard-working serfs, and cooperated with the Goddess of Mercy to provide free medical care on a regular basis. He welcomes all human compatriots When he came to settle here, he not only tolerated the Church of Justice to preach here and established the largest Church of Justice in Brittany, but also often led the army to protect the safety of the citizens. Therefore, in the defense of the city, all the citizens were willing to Fight for him, including the diaspora of the Empire.

Sometimes people are so complicated.

At this time, the duke's butler arrived, and the beret-wearing butler whispered, "My duke, the refugees have changed."

"What's the change?" The sky was getting dark, and Duke Vercard turned around abruptly. Callard was also shocked when he heard it.

Now the lower area of ​​Montever Castle is crowded with people everywhere, and a large number of refugees gather together to snuggle up. Order, if there is a riot at this time, the defense of the castle is destroyed.

"There has been a rumor among the refugees, which has boosted their morale." The butler took a sip and continued: "There is a rumor among the refugees that the Lady's Chosen Champion, Count Len-Macardo and His Excellency François, Duke of Winford, are on the way. Gathering an unprecedentedly large army~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This support army will solve all the undead once and for all, this rumor spread from the lower to the upper, my Duke, even many knights now believe it."

There are about 2,300 registered knights in the entire Duchy of Montfort, of which about 1,500 are in the castle.

The Duke of Furcard wanted to shout out the inexplicableness of the rumor, but the Duke himself immediately realized that he and his people needed this rumor, and even though it might be a lie, the Duke still wanted to use it.

So Flkard nodded: "I see, don't worry about it, that's it."

"Yes." The butler stepped back.

The Duke himself was still worried. He hesitated and asked with some hesitation, as if a drowning man was grabbing the last straw: "Will Your Excellency Ryan come to support?"

"It will." Callard's eyes were full of confidence: "He has saved the kingdom from danger several times."

"Oh~ I hope so." Falkard smiled suddenly, and he forced a smile: "Fortunately, I chose me to attend his wedding and toast with him. I shouldn't have offended him too much."

"Your Excellency Ryan is not that kind of person." Callard shook his head, he couldn't say much about this matter.

"Go and rest, this is just a tentative attack, the undead's attack will be more violent!"

"Um."

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Early in the morning, the Earl of Glamorgan, the town of Jean.

Ryan and Bellegar stood on the high platform together, looking at the gray sky.

The army has been assembled.

Undead, Kemler, Matthew Bard, Mousillon, Montfort, Lane turned his thoughts around, he turned around, and Bellegar nodded at him, signaling him to order.

"Let the whole army go!"