Proof of the Sun King

The Old World is celebrating Winter Veil, celebrating the passing of another year. Crazy Sand Literature Network

Humans have temporarily forgotten the threats of greenskin, chaos, and the undead, and focused their attention on the festival wholeheartedly.

Not only the human beings of the old world, but also the human beings of the new world.

New World, Isthmus of Lustria, Pioneer Coast, Port of the Marauders.

The expeditionary army from Tyrell has opened a huge port town here. The port is mainly used as a fishing port. There are many people in the town. There are many troops patrolling the five or six-meter-high city wall.

As far as the eye can see, the lush rainforest covers the entire line of sight. Although the time has come to the Winter Veil, the average temperature here is still about 18 degrees, and it can reach more than 30 degrees in summer. The heat and rain made the Tyrell expedition very uncomfortable. They have been here for ten months. They have established a fairly strong colonial stronghold and ensured that they can be self-sufficient through hunting, fishing and farming. Many young The soldiers can't wait to enter the forest to find the endless treasures left by the legendary ancient sage.

The Tyrell Expedition consisted of dozens of galleons, a total of five legions, and about 12,000 people. It took several months to travel across the ocean and many times with dark elf pirates, tomb king pirates, vampire pirates and nature. After the battle, there were less than 8,000 people left when they landed on the pioneer coast, about 6,000 soldiers and more than 1,000 soldiers, including more than 800 women.

As soon as they landed on the pioneer coast of Lustria, these greedy and cunning mercenaries and conscripts mutinied. The armies attacked each other, robbed supplies, brutally killed their compatriots, and quickly became curious about the new world. Replaced by the fear of being far from the civilized world, after several attempts to explore the forest with no return, the remaining soldiers began to be full of fear in the forest, and the expedition fell into division and panic.

The expeditionary force soon found itself in a situation of being surrounded by enemies on all sides. To the northeast of their landing site was a barbarian tribe that believed in Chaos, called the Skogee. The cruel Norsca tribe had settled here for some reason. The expedition army is eyeing, and wants to use these expedition forces to give the dark gods a rich sacrificial ceremony.

To the northwest is the unfathomable rainforest, and all explorers have nowhere to go.

To the southeast, the Greenskin Tribes are moving around.

On the coastline, vampire pirates frequently raided and looted the expedition.

After two consecutive battles, the morale of the expeditionary force became very low, and it faced a shortage of supplies, and gradually fell to the brink of collapse.

At this moment, a tall human with the appearance of a handsome man in myths and legends appeared in front of the soldiers of the expeditionary army. His long silver hair was soft and beautiful without split ends. When it collapsed, the handsome man called on everyone to unite and follow his command.

His name is Forgan.

The speech given by the man named Fugan was ridiculed by many people, and some veteran ruffians sneered that you should go to sell stocks in the high-level club in Tyrell instead of staying here on the expedition. You shouldn't be here, go back to your mother's bed and eat.

The handsome man named Fulgan was neither angry nor caring, he just used his flawless performance to shut up the expedition, when a Chaos champion of the Skogee tribe led a large group of barbarian soldiers to attack the expedition. At the camp, Fulgan held the banner high, beheading the Chaos Champion with a single sword, and making sure that none of the barbarians managed to retreat.

On the battlefield, this beautiful man's performance like a **** in the earth impressed all the soldiers of the entire expeditionary force who wanted to achieve something. No matter how difficult the battle was, no matter how fierce the barbarian attack was, Fulgan always held the military flag high and stood at the highest point of the army. In front, this man with silver hair fluttered recklessly on the **** battlefield, the long sword in his hand drank the blood of several barbarian plunderers with every blow, and his elegant posture was spotless even in the center of the bloodiest battlefield. With his extreme self-confidence and pride, no barbarian could stand against his sword. In Fulgrim's **** battle and his gaze, because of fear and infighting, the soldiers of the expedition who were constantly defeated felt a deep sense of depth. The shame of the soul, it seems that abandoning this person and fleeing will be a stain that cannot be washed away in a lifetime.

The forgotten sense of honor and mission finally ignited in the hearts of the soldiers of the expeditionary army again. The soldiers released their roars and strode back to the battlefield. However, under Fulgrim's command, they regrouped under the flag again and again, and finally completely defeated the attacking barbarians.

None of the barbarians escaped, and the chaotic **** paid the price in blood. When all the soldiers of the expedition chanted victory in a messy battlefield, they felt that they had been reborn, a freshness of life since then. Haunting in the hearts of all soldiers, the souls seemed to be purified.

The day after the war ended, the soldiers revolted, killing three mercenary regiments and several of their cronies who were unwilling to obey Fugan's command. Thousands were outside Fugan's tent. Call out Fulgrim's name together and ask him to be their leader.

Forgan agreed, he reorganized the remaining 5,000 people into a legion, named "Ash Legion", and became the legion commander himself. The only mercenary commander willing to surrender is called Fernand Pilazzo , this legendary powerhouse is seasoned and fierce, with great combat experience, Fulgen appointed him as the deputy commander.

The Ash Legion has since taken root on the Pioneer Coast, and the flag of the kingdom of Tyrell was torn to pieces by the soldiers and thrown on the ground, replaced by a pattern of a fire-baked eagle claw, which is the new legion flag of the Ash Legion.

The new legion commander, Fugen, was not in a hurry to march into the forest for the first time. Fugen quietly said that in terms of the current strength of the expeditionary force, ten times the number would also provide rations for those mysterious ancient races in the forest. All members of the expeditionary force are required to gather together to receive new training, reclaim farmland, raise livestock, build fishing boats for fishing, and first build the expedition force's camp into a town until it can guarantee self-sufficiency and produce some simple weapons by itself.

It took several months for the soldiers of the Ash Legion to undergo a completely different training than before. Everyone became proficient in using swords, shields, spears and crossbows, learning to form tight formations and being unwilling to obey All the soldiers and rogues were screened, severely punished, educated, and exiled. The remaining 5,000 troops began to have a strong fighting force. When the green tribes in the south came to disturb, the legion only paid the price of a dozen people being injured. It defeated this group of wild orc kid raiders.

At night, the dry weather finally cooled down, and the salty sea breeze blew across the coast of Lustria. The seasoned mercenary chief Pilazzo ended his day's patrol, and the bright moonlight fell on the ground of the pioneer coast. , Pilazzo is in his forties this year. The strength of the legendary high-ranking ensures that his appearance is young enough. The scar on his face shows that this mercenary chief has experienced a lot of wars.

Pilazzo is the only one of the five mercenary regiments who is not a mercenary noble from the Tyrell Kingdom. He is just a mercenary chief hired by Prince Miragliano "The Besieger" Bogier. After reaching Fugen's indescribable strength and charisma, Pilazzo did not refuse to surrender like the other three mercenary regiments, and he immediately gave his allegiance to Fugen without much hesitation.

Pilazzo never thought that he would kneel in front of a little-known and beautiful man so seriously, willingly become his subordinate and fight for him.

Whenever I think of this, Pilazzo always laughs at himself, and then shakes his head, shaking his head constantly, trying to throw all the stupid things he did before.

A sense of honor, a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission, and even conscience, these things have long been thrown by the vicious mercenary chief, and thrown far away, it was Fugan who let him understand that although these things were thrown by Pilazzo, they still remained. It is left in the world and can be retrieved.

Inspired by Fugan, the mercenary leader picked up these things and put them back in the chamber. He proudly and proudly became Fugan's deputy, helping him manage the territory and train the army. He became his most loyal For Pilazzo, the appearance of Fugan made him understand the meaning of his life, that is to fight for Fugan.

The leather boots of the mercenary head stepped on the beach. These crocodile leather boots that he had carefully crafted in the past were the pride of Pilazzo. After more than a year at sea, they had become tattered, and he still liked to wear these boots.

The Ash Legion has only been here for a few months, and supplies are always relatively tight.

"Sha~sha~" The sand on the beach is very soft. Pilazzo walked along a path and returned to the town. The wooden door was half open. There were many soldiers with hand crossbows on the city wall. The patrol came back and the soldiers let them in.

Most of the low wooden houses in the town were newly built after the trees were felled. The chimneys of many wooden houses were smoking, Pilazzo smiled when he saw this: "Soldiers, it's hard today, go back and sleep well. Get some sleep."

"Yes, deputy commander." The soldiers saluted.

The layout of the town was planned by the legion commander himself. He led an expeditionary force... It can no longer be called an expeditionary force. Since Fugen appeared and led the soldiers to unite, the soldiers have long forgotten the kingdom of Tyrell.

Everyone firmly believes that only by following the command of the legion commander can they have an extremely bright future.

The two-storey wooden house in the center of town is the largest house in the entire town. It is carefully designed to be both airy and full of elegant art, and Fuggan lives here.

The sound of some lutes could be faintly heard in the house, which made the cool winter nights feel more comfortable. The sound of the piano was beautiful and tactful, revealing the infinite reminiscence of the past glory, and a new energy.

Pilazzo knocked on the door: "Commander? I'm Pilazzo. I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Fernando? Come in."

"Guru." The door was pushed open.

A handsome man who is almost not like a human is sitting in the middle of the room. The firewood on the ground is still burning. On the fire is a large iron pot with white fish soup boiled in it. The commander of the Ash Legion, Fugen, is sitting. Behind the wok, he held a lute, plucked the strings and sang, and the golden double-headed eagle pattern appeared on the wall behind the hall, as if spreading golden wings behind Foggon himself.

So sacred, so majestic, even every time he sees it, Pilazzo has the urge to worship the person in front of him. Pilazzo, who has been rolling in the dead for twenty years, feels this way, the mercenary chief thought to himself. No wonder the soldiers worshiped their leader so much.

Seeing Pilazzo come in, Fogan continued to play his instrument gracefully. He spent more than ten seconds to draw a happy ending to this beautiful nocturne, and then put the lute aside: "My Deputy corps commander, have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

"Let's eat together then." Fugen smiled slightly, which made the mercenary chief very flattered. The legion commander's face always had a half-smiling expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking: "Okay."

I took a pottery bowl from the table next to it, and each of them filled a bowl. The fish soup made of plump dragonfish and abalone is very nutritious. Fugen, which is very tall, fills a bowl with a large spoon, and then uses Eating from a small spoon, even in such a wilderness, far from civilization, he still maintains aristocratic grace and impeccability.

Pilazzo looked at the golden double-headed eagle pattern on the wall behind him, and then looked at Fugan, thinking that the person in front of him must be some great aristocrat of the empire, and he must be a great aristocrat above the duke. He must be unwilling. At the mercy of the family, he went out on an expedition incognito, wanting to develop his own business.

Must be.

"What's my lieutenant commander doing to me?" After taking a few bites, Fulgrim put down the bowl and spoon, and his long silver hair flowed down from his ear.

"Legion Commander, I think we can enter the forest to explore." Pilazzo whispered: "The training of the soldiers has been fruitful, and the time has come."

"Does my lieutenant think the time has come?" Fulgan was still smiling.

"Yes..." For some reason, Pilazzo felt very unconfident, especially in front of Fugan. In order to cover up his lack of self-confidence, Pilazzo emphasized: "I think the combat effectiveness of the army is good enough."

"Have you ever been in contact with those primitive races in the forest?" Fulgan asked rhetorically.

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The earliest contact with these primitive races was a famous navigator, his name is Leonardo. When he came to Lustria to explore, he saw this kind of lizard that we have become The human race is at war with the army of the dark elves, which is the first confirmation that there is indeed an ancient race in the forest." Pilazzo explained: "There is a lot of gold and treasure in the forest, and Leonardo took advantage of it. When the Lizardmen and the Dark Elves were at war, they sneaked into one of their ruins and stole the treasure from a wooden chest. After returning to Tyrell, the explorer showed off his harvest to everyone, which led to the determination of the kingdom to form. The expedition army has been sent, but after the expedition army has gone several times, there has been no news, and only a few lucky ones have made a fortune and come back.

"Well... that's the case, then why do you think that our combat power is enough to fight these ancient races?" Fugan just asked, without answering: "Our main task is to develop colonies here."

"But we need an excuse to unite and unite the military, we have a goal, the soldiers all think that the forest is full of gold, they need gold, we need it, we need a lot of money to return home, and call for more Many people came to the new world, we need backup, an army of 5,000 people can't do anything in this crisis-ridden place." Pirazzo persuaded: "The colonization is important, and the more important thing is wealth."

"That's it." Forgan kept a smile all the time: "In that case, after the Winter Veil Festival, let the soldiers prepare to go."

"Yes!" Pilazzo knew that Fugen had agreed to this plan, and the mercenary leader breathed a sigh of relief. He asked his doubts: "Commander, are you... a descendant of the imperial nobles?"

"Why do you say that?"