Proof of the Sun King

Outside the capital city of Curona, except for Hubard, Duke of Carcassonne, who was in the far south of Brittany, did not come, and Lawn, Duke of Connet, disappeared, the remaining dukes have all united and are ready to fight together" Viper" Matthew Bard and his army.

Even so, the remaining army was not as large as Machubard's **** force.

Moreover, Matthew Bard also has four Dukes of Brittany, namely Alderel, Duke of Leonasse, who has been transformed into a vampire, Vercard, Duke of Montfort, and one who has been resurrected. Armand, the former Duke of Aquitaine, and Zilfroy, the former Duke of Artois, who was once again resurrected.

This war will ultimately decide the survival of the knight kingdom.

At this time, even the old knight king "Tiger" Dinoa-Jean-Richard-de-le-Angoulan once again put on his ancestral plate armor. At this time, the knight king was beaten again. Even older, but he still came to the front stubbornly.

With the coat of arms of the "Blue Sea Monster" family printed on his body and wearing a full-body enchanted plate armor of Brittany Mithril, Richard put on his own sea monster helmet and knight's crown. He looked from a distance and saw no end. The enemy, sighed softly, and the old knight king whispered: "It shouldn't be like this, everything shouldn't be like this."

"But things have happened, my king." It was Eugene, the Holy Grail Knight Commander of the Holy Grail Knights' branch in Corona, who was very sad when he saw Richard like this.

The king in front of him used to be very brave in the past. He was not afraid of death on the battlefield and made many military exploits. However, the years are not forgiving, and Richard has not completed the Holy Grail expedition. He is more than 120 years old this year. Ordinary legendary powerhouse, he was old, he hadn't put on armor for too long, and he stumbled and almost fell after getting fully armed.

"Enough, all this should be over." Richard coughed twice, and suddenly a momentum that had disappeared for a long time surged up on his body: "Don't help me! I'm not old enough to need someone to help me!"

That was the courageous spirit of his youth in the past. In an instant, the king of knights opened his eyebrows and his pale hair fell from his shoulders. He took the holy artifact, the sea monster lance, from the attendant. Drenched in the flames of anger: "I, Richard, have to join the fight today!"

The palace guards slowly drove out of the castle under the leadership of the king, and Richard rode out of the city gate on a brand-new pure-blooded elf warhorse.

The sky was twilight, the bells of the Cathedral of the Holy Grail came, the battle flags of the knights of Brittany were like forests, and the prayers of the knights resounded through the mountains and seas. They all came out of their homes, each lit a candle and prayed to their goddess that the knights would win again as they did a thousand years ago.

Otherwise, darkness will come.

When was the last time you left the capital in this way fully armed? Richard couldn't help thinking.

He remembered that more than thirty years ago, a huge army of beastmen burst out from the Arden Forest and attacked Corona. The high elf Prince Caledor Prince Imric led an army. Coming to support, Brittany and the high elves formed a coalition to defeat the Beastmen and defend the capital.

Before I knew it, it had been so long since my last expedition. Richard looked sadly at the inhabitants of Curona Roadside, the old king felt a ripple in his heart, and he sang the previous king John II in a low voice. A poem written after the world was deposed.

The whole kingdom was once ruled by me.

The huge waves are also surging because of my life.

Now I go to battle at dawn.

Wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me.

I have rolled the dice to decide the life and death of that mortal world.

Savor the horror that blooms in the eyes of the mortal enemy.

Hear the people sing and cheer.

The king is dead.

New King Bandai!

The city gate opened wide, and Richard led the palace guards to Lane's side. Lane smiled and greeted Richard, "Good morning, my king."

"Good morning, my vassal." Richard nodded, and he sighed: "In the end, you won."

The king is dead.

New King Bandai!

"I haven't won yet." Ryan nodded, he could feel Richard's emotions, the god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake pointed to Matthew Bard not far from the opposite: "The only way to end this is the final victory. ."

"The kingdom can't be buried in my hands." Richard nodded calmly, and it seemed that the contradictions between Ryan and his past seemed to have disappeared: "Go, go and defeat the viper and his army, I will take all the army of Curona. The command is entrusted to you, and the fate of this battle and the kingdom is entrusted to you,"

"Yes." Ryan nodded lightly. In fact, to a certain extent, he no longer needed Richard's appointment. With his fame, his status, and his brand-new status as a duke, he was enough to do his own thing. .

But Richard compromised, and the old king, just like his administrative policy all along, chose to compromise again for the sake of the bigger picture, both in the present and in the future.

Ryan turned his attention back to Matthew Bard.

"My end?" Hearing Ryan's words, Matthew Bard let out a sharp laugh, he shook his head, the smile on his face was both hideous and distorted: "No, today will not be my end, but this A new beginning of the kingdom, I will save you all from a lie, and I swear I can forgive your sins now if you surrender."

"Matthew Bard! Why are you obsessed with it!" This is, the most fiery Duke of Berhemonde has come out, and he scolded; "Look at what you have done?! You treat your biological father You are killing the serfs and nobles of the kingdom by uniting the undead! Now you have included those rogue knights, rioting traitors and despicable robbers who want to attack our capital? I have never seen such a shameless knight! You still have the face to claim the throne now?"

"If the First Duke of Connet, one of the Twelve First Knights of the Holy Grail, the respected Calliod the Brave knew that his family had produced a scum like you, he would have killed you with his own hands!" Percy Mond's scolding resounded throughout the outskirts of Curona, his eyes widened with anger, and he was furious.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this bastard!" The young knights were full of righteous indignation, roaring and shouting to kill Matthew Bard completely.

Matthew Bard sneered at this, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred: "Chivalrous patients, you will never understand what I went through, but it doesn't matter, soon, I will be on your corpse. Dancing."

Ryan stretched out his hand to stop Berhemond from continuing to ask angrily. He knew that Matthew Bard had already decided a way to go to the dark. No use at all.

On the contrary, Ryan focused his attention on the large group of knights in the south of Leonathay, which was gathered behind Matthew Bard, composed of former Musilon nobles: "Leonathay's knight brothers, what's the matter with you? Why would you want to be in the company of a lunatic Matthew Bard?"

Seeing Ryan's questioning, coupled with his anger at Bethmond, this group of about a thousand people, consisting of knights and knights, bowed their heads in shame, but there were also some knights and nobles. Outraged, he chose to respond in person.

"Because of injustice!" Immediately, a knight came out on horseback, and he said angrily: "Yes, my family and I used to be a knight family in the Duchy of Mousillon, and we are also very happy to be able to learn from the Mad Duke Merlot. We were rescued from Wen's tyranny, but in fact, we were not treated fairly!"

"Since being incorporated into Leonasay, we have been ostracized! Our fiefs and farms have been taken by those northerners! Our hunters have been ostracized in their own territory!"

"We have tried repeatedly in the Principality's courts but have always been suppressed, and we have always been excluded from the most important meetings!"

"We've had enough, our territory belongs to us, and we have always been nobles of Musillon!" the knight exclaimed: "We deserve our rightful place, and we must unite to fight the injustice now! "

Hearing this, Richard, the king of knights, sighed in a low voice.

The territory to the south of Lyonnaise is the land of Musillon, which was later annexed. These areas are very rich. Dozens of small rivers pass through them, and these small rivers flow into low-lying places to form lakes, and most castles and villages. Built on small islands in lakes.

Since being incorporated into Lyonnax, these former Mousillon nobles have been ostracized and suppressed. In the past five hundred years, they have successively lost many fiefs and manors, and were annexed by the northern nobles of Lyonnax. , and is often excluded from the principality meeting, and this dissatisfaction has been stagnating for a long time.

Richard was aware of this problem and discussed with Dalheide, the former Duke of Lyonassey, to think about how to resolve this serious contradiction.

However, it is easy to realize that conflicts are easy, but it is very difficult to solve them. The local knights and nobles of Leonasse did not trust and exclude these former Musilon nobles, even the Duke himself. The conflicts have accumulated over hundreds of years. It has long been impossible. To resolve it through peaceful negotiations, the only solution that can be resolved is a civil war in the principality.

But Richard is not a fierce man like Berhemond who will fight if he refuses to accept it, nor is he a wise man like François who is particularly good at dealing with internal relations. Can go on and on until now.

At this time, the old king suddenly saw a figure beside Matthew Bard, his eyes widened in surprise: "Charles? You, why are you in that traitor's team?!"

Richard's eldest son, Charles, stood beside Matthew Bard on horseback. His face was pale and his eyes were red. Seeing Richard's questioning, Charles also responded angrily: "Because I can't wait any longer! Father! I can't wait any longer! If I hadn't surrendered to Lord Matthew Bard to gain life-extending magic, I'd be dying!"

Charles raised the sledgehammer in his hand and pointed at Richard:

"In the world, how can there be a seventy-year-old prince?!"

"Okay! Very good!" Richard's hands trembled, and hot tears flowed from his turbid eyes: "I didn't expect that Lawn's son ended up being hostile to him, and my son also chose to be hostile to me, Charles, have you ever thought about it? Are you qualified to inherit the throne?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, father." Charles swayed his sledgehammer forcefully: "His Excellency Matthew Bard promised me that after this is done, I will be the new Duke of Le-Angouran!"

Seeing that Richard's eldest son Charles actually defected, there was a commotion among the knights in front of the two armies.

Is this the chaos?

Ryan stretched out his hand to signal everyone to calm down. He pressed his hands together and shouted towards the opposite side: "Leonathay's knight brothers! Please listen to me!"

Ryan's flag-bearer Armand approached from behind, holding a plate in both hands, the contents of which were covered by satin.

Ryan nodded, and he drew a sword from his waist: "Masters, can you recognize this?"

"This is... not dying with bare hands?"

"This is the sword of the great First Saint Landuin!"

"Why did it appear in Ryan's hands?"

It was of course impossible for the nobles of Musilon to fail to recognize Randuin's saber, and they whispered in disbelief.

Subsequently, the group of knights reached an agreement.

"Thief!"

"robber!"

"Grave Robber!"

Seeing these people didn't want to admit it, Ryan couldn't stop sneering. He took a nearly four-meter-long lance from his squire and raised it above his head. Under the spring sunshine, the lance was full of lances. The rune of the high elves exudes a divine radiance like the lake water under the moon, and the divine light of the fairies in the lake shrouds the spear head of the lance: "This spear is called the Undestructed Lake Light! I don't know if the knight brothers agree or not. ?"

Now these knights in the Matthew Bard formation could no longer remain calm. They gradually realized something, their faces paled, and they whispered. It appeared hundreds of years ago, and now the Undestructed Lake is back to light. What does this mean?

"That's right! That's the Undestructed Lake Light, the legendary lance of the first saint of Landuin!"

"This lance must not be used by those of the highest virtue!"

"The Undestructed Lake Light can only be obtained with the approval of Randuin!"

"Landuin's family motto once said that Lake of Undestructed cannot be used unless he is his successor. Now this lance has actually appeared in Ryan Malcador's hand. Does this mean..."

"Lane has been recognized by Randuin as the successor of his will and virtue!"

A knight lost his voice: "So, we are actually fighting against his will?"

"That's right! Your Excellency Lane has inherited the will and virtue of Your Excellency Landuin, and has been appointed by him. He is the real Duke of Mousillon!" Francois seized the opportunity to ride out, the old man The man directly stretched out his hand and tore off the silk on Armand's plate: "Look at it again, what is this?!"

The golden crown of the Duke of Mousillon appeared in the eyes of everyone, and there were countless stormy waves!

"This is the Duke's Crown!"

"That's right! This is the Duke's Crown~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The knight brothers of Leonese! Now, the Duke of Mousillon, the knight's sword does not die with his bare hands, and the lake of indestructible lance has all appeared here in Ryan. , this is the will of the lady, this is the will of Landuin!" François shouted: "This is the greatest knight of the lake who has chosen his successor, and Ryan Macado is the real Murdoch. Duke Silom!"

"The real... Duke Musillon!"

"The real... Duke Musillon!"

A shout was passed into the distance, and these knights who were under the command of Matthew Bard suddenly realized what a shameful mistake they had made, and how they had brought shame to the glory of their ancestors!

And Matthew Bard's face suddenly turned ashen. He wanted to prevent these knights from defecting, but he couldn't, because the facts were solid and the evidence was overwhelming.

"Ryan is the real Duke of Mousillon! We all let the **** Matthew Bard be deceived!"

"Liar! He deceived us!"

"We are the glorious Musillons, and our allegiance is only to Randuin and his heirs!"

"Abandon him! Ryan Malcador is our real Duke!"

These knight nobles regained their silence in their madness, and they charged away from Machubard's army on horseback and moved closer to the army of chivalry in Brittany.

"I am waiting here to swear my allegiance to the true Duke of Mousillon, Randuin's successor, Ryan Malcador! Never forget it!"

The mighty momentum came like the rising tide of the sea. At this moment, Ryan finally showed a smile: "Very good! The knights who have lost their way, you have chosen the right path, and you have never forgotten the teachings and glory of the lady to us!"

"Now, please raise your lances and fight for me!"

"Yes!"