Proof of the Sun King

Barrymont Castle is located in the middle of a hill in the northern part of the Principality of Lyonnais. It is a small castle with only a few knights and two or three hundred troops stationed. It is mainly used to control the sparsely populated areas nearby.

Lane thought that it was not particularly surprising that the castle was captured by the rioting serfs, since several of the knights in the castle were now imprisoned in Brunswick, the capital of the empire.

Ryan is very clear about what the serf's rebellion means, but he knows that he has no excuse to intervene in this matter. For now, he can only watch on the sidelines.

Prepare the army and train the new army as soon as possible!

In the northern wasteland, the Scalins tribe, thousands of barbarian armies are gathering on the coast.

They are all warriors who believe in chaos, from the most basic barbarian predators, to barbarian champion warriors, and Chaos God's chosen warriors. A large army is under the sea, waiting for the arrival of the dragon ship.

The most elite three hundred King's Guard "Scarlet Guard" are standing on the cliff, defending their leader.

In the icy cold wind, the king of the Scalins tribe, "Red-Eyed" Egil-Steelbjorn was standing on the edge of the cliff on the coast, with two people standing behind him.

They are his most trusted Chaos Champion Haldorn, and his adopted son, who is also a powerful Chaos wizard, his name is Chakoy.

This Chaos wizard is from Brittany. He came from a small fishing boat and flew across the sea to the vicinity of the northern wasteland, to the shores of the Scalins tribe.

This used to be a child who had awakened his magical talent. Logically speaking, if such a child could be sent to the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy or the Wizarding League of the Southern Kingdom to study, they would be sent out soon. Otherwise, the prophets of the Lake God will sense it and take the boy away.

The ignorant serfs were unable to send their children out to learn magic, and they did not want their children to be taken away, so the child was put on a fishing boat and given some food to let him escape bad luck.

The serf's extremely ignorant actions could not save the child's fate. When the fishing boat drifted to the seaside of the northern wasteland, the child had been deeply corrupted by chaos, and he had become a terrible wizard of chaos.

The first time Aegir saw this child, he regarded him as a gift from the God of Darkness to him. He accepted him as his adopted son. For decades, this adopted son became a legendary Chaos Wizard who could summon the Chaos Demon.

This is the consequence of letting children awaken their magical talents. Such children are allowed to grow up, and the final outcome is either a servant of Chaos, or a portal of Chaos.

"I will lead five thousand troops to the south first, Haldorn, you are here waiting for the chaos dwarves and more troops to gather." Aegir said to his lieutenant Haldorn: "The Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumara will To join you with his **** cannon."

"My king, our army has not yet assembled, why are you so anxious to go south, the chiefs of various tribes are still leading their armies to approach here." Haldorn is a tall Chaos champion wearing scarlet plate armor, he said towards Agil.

"I can't wait any longer, the will of the great gods tells me to go to the south, and I must go to the south." Aegir was wearing Chaos armor, holding a **** battle axe, and his scarlet breath erupted everywhere: "I, He is the champion of the gods of the blood god."

"The oracle of the great blood god, the woman who can give birth to a son for her adoptive father is in the south, the northern island of the Principality of Leonasay in Brittany, that is called Landry, I feel it, the oracle of the blood god, Only countless blood and slaughter can please the Blood God." Chaos wizard Chakoy said: "Without enough slaughter, head and blood flow, the Blood God will not give the foster father a real boy."

Aegir nodded: "So, Chakoy and I lead the 5,000-strong army to the south first, and the remaining 30,000 people can arrive later, waiting for the arrival of the dwarfs from the east before leaving together."

"Yes!" Haldorn responded loudly.

The barbarian army, led by a hundred dragon boats, set out first, and the black dragon boat carriers were destroyed, and thus led to the south.

One hundred dragon boats crossed the Sea of ​​Claws, and despite the storms in the spring and hurricanes blowing from the sea, the Black Fleet was unscathed by the blessing of Khorne.

Aegir, the king of Scalins, stood proudly at the front of the dragon boat. The strong wind, torrential rain, and whirlpools could not stop the dragon boat. This was the gift of the Blood God, which undoubtedly represented the strength of the northerners.

"Father." Chaos wizard Chakoy came out of the cabin. He found that Aegir was standing on the deck of the dragon ship. Chaos wizard was almost unable to open his eyes due to the wind and waves.

The Chosen Champion of Khorne stood on the bow of the ship like a **** incarnate, the raging winds and the surging waves seemed so small in front of him, chaotic brass armor on his body, spikes and rings decorated his body Looking at his body, the skulls hanging from several iron bars behind him speak of Aegir's glory.

He is the Chosen Champion of Khorne, the warrior favored by the Blood God, the King of Scalins who has swept the northern wastes and Chaos Wastes for more than a hundred years.

"It will take up to three days before we will pass through the storm and arrive at the Principality of Leonasay." Chakoy said hard to Egil: "The natives in the south would not have thought that our dragon boat fleet would be able to pass through the storm, and they would definitely We were caught off guard."

Chakoy thought his adoptive father would be happy when he heard the news.

Yet Aegir didn't say anything. The Blood God's Chosen Champion hid his face in his brass helmet. The top of his tall helmet had the eight-pillar emblem of Khorne, and only a pair of pale eyes rested on it. Blood red light.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Sorcerer's face was full of sarcomas, an extra sharp horn grew on his head, and there was a blood hole in the middle of his forehead. There is a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the southerners is already doomed." Aegir said calmly, his deep voice was as shocking as a mountain: "The southerners have given up the salvation of the gods and the true civilization, and only those who believe in the true four of the north have given up. Only a **** can get a chance for self-redemption, then their end is only destruction, and I will bring true civilization and faith."

"Now, here I am, the cowardly southerners will perish, only blood and glory will remain."

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The Principality of Lyonnais, the town of Landry.

This is the northwest part of the Principality of Lyonnais, along the long coastline of the Principality of Lyonne, there is a huge northwest coast and a group of islands. It is very rich and has a large population. Many residents live here. A large number of seafood were caught, and the serfs had a good life, so the residents here prayed to the fairies in the lake almost every day, praying for the blessing of the fairies in the lake to protect them from being engulfed by the rough sea, or being Pirate raids by northern barbarians.

It seems that because of the blessing of the fairy in the lake, Landry is always quiet and peaceful, and nothing happens.

Just today, as always, fishermen are on the beach, praying to the fairies in the lake.

Normally, knights do not allow serfs to believe in fairies in the lake. Serfs generally believe in other gods in the old world, such as Salia, the goddess of mercy, Uric, the white wolf, and Moore, the **** of death. Ya, the God of Wisdom and Justice, Fiorna, the God of War, Miermia, or the three major gods of the southern sect of the Empire, the God of Justice, the God of Life, and the God of Magic.

However, the deep-rooted belief of the fairy in the lake in Brittany made people willing to chant the holy name of the goddess, and the knights were not willing to stop the serfs from worshiping their ladies.

The same is true on the island of Landry, where the inhabitants prefer to believe that it was the blessing of the fairies of the lake that brought them back safely from storms and waves.

At the seaside, several fishermen are kneeling and praying: "Praise the lady! Thank you lady for giving us peace."

An old fisherman was also taking the lead in praying. His tanned skin was full of wrinkles. He looked at the sky sadly and sighed in his heart.

This year's annual harvest is not good. The island has not produced any decent crops at all. Landry is already a wealthy island. The three meals of the serfs are still mostly fish, and only some black bread for dinner. .

Fortunately, the serfs here are not starving, and they can live on.

There is a storm at sea these days, and the fishermen have no way to go out to sea. They prayed and complained about the bad weather, and then they were ready to return to their homes in the fishing village to spend the day with a warm fire and complicated work.

At this time, at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the sea level, several black spots appeared.

"Hey? What is that?" Looking at the black dots, a few serfs looked around curiously.

The old fisherman also looked at the black spot in the distance with doubtful eyes, and when he mentioned it, he had a bad premonition.

A few black spots then turned into a dozen, twenty, and then more, and as time went on, a few fishermen discovered what should have been boats.

"It's strange, you can sail in this stormy weather?" a serf muttered: "What does this mean? This means that the storm may not be that big. Should we try to go out to sea? How many can we catch? "

"Hey, you bastard." Another serf said sarcastically, "Those are big boats, first-class boats, that's your broken fishing boat that has been repaired many times. Look, that boat is big and strong. , will definitely be able to withstand the storm.”

Several serfs were still watching curiously.

The black spot got closer and closer, and it gradually revealed its full picture.

These are several black dragon boats. The boat beast is a huge dragon head and skeleton. The huge sails are printed with black octagonal arrays, which are looming in the storm.

The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sail in disbelief, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

I still see black marks.

"It's over... it's over." The old fisherman's knees went weak and he almost fell to the ground. The serf next to him quickly supported him: "Old Wood, what's the matter with you?"

"The end... the end has come, our end has come." The old fisherman's face was full of sadness, anger, and helplessness, but most of all, it was deep fear: "The north, the disaster star of the north has come, destruction has come, and all things will wither. , that is the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians, they have come to Landry, we are ... finished!"

"The plundering fleet of the northern barbarians?" A few serfs were shocked, and they quickly grabbed the old fishermen: "Impossible, isn't there a storm in the north? How could the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians come to us?"

"No, this is definitely the fleet of the northern barbarians, I will not admit it wrong." There was only fear on the old fisherman's face, a deep fear. "I won't admit it, because I've been through it."

"When I was eight years old, my father went out to sea early in the morning to fish, but unlike the normal sea trip, he went out in the morning and came home only in the morning. With fear on his face, he stuffed me in into the cellar under the room, and told me not to come out no matter what I heard."

"The whole day after that, I heard countless voices, those terrible screams, cries for help, the sound of burning flames... When the reinforcements took me out of the cellar, what I saw was ruins, houses Burning in flames, whole villages turned into hell, everyone was killed, their heads were piled up like mountains, my father was torn in half, my mother was stabbed to death with a stake...I The only survivor of the village."

"That is the masterpiece of the northern barbarians, that is the octagonal emblem of chaos, I will not admit it, I will never admit it, they did not forget me, they just did not take my life, left me here, let me live , and now they're back to get the interest, and we're... done."

A few serfs were so frightened that they looked at each other, packed their things, and ran away.

Only the old fishermen knelt quietly on the beach~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dragon boat approached. Under the chaotic octagonal emblem and the eight-pillar holy emblem of the blood **** Khorne, a hundred people from the Scalins tribe The dragon boat gradually approached the beach, and the beach was full of fishermen wailing and fleeing for their lives.

Hundreds of Scalings barbarian warriors roared off as the first dragon boat landed on the beach, and the bloodthirsty axe-bearers set their pace as they landed on the beach. The fishermen who were fleeing rushed away.

King "Red-Eye" Aegir of Scalings got down from the largest dragon boat. He took one step at a time, then drew out his axe from hell, and with one axe cut the old fishermen who were kneeling and begging for death in two pieces: " What a cowardly southerner, only southerners can do things like kneeling and begging for mercy."

"Pass on my order that every southerner who dares to fight against us will be given a decent death by our use of axes and swords, and every southerner who surrenders and gives up resistance will be pierced to death by a stake! Kill what you see. All living creatures, give their heads and blood to the great Blood God!"

"Oh! Oh!" The barbarian warriors and marauders frantically responded to Aegir's orders, brutally killing everything they saw, and taking everything they saw.

The village in the distance was immediately engulfed in flames and smoke, and the weak defenders and the slightest resistance immediately disappeared.

"Let these rotten and backward southern people experience the superiority of our northerners! Blood sacrifices to the blood gods, and the skulls are sacrificed! For blood and glory! For Khorne!"

"For Khorne!!!"

On this day, more than a dozen villages along the coast of Landry were completely reduced to ruins, and thousands of Bretons were massacred, with no one spared. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "", WeChat pays attention to "Youdu Literature", chats about life, and finds confidants~