Proof of the Sun King

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In the next few days, the attack of Kemmler and his Tomb Legion was unbearable. Kemmler's black magic passed through the city wall one after another, and many of the defenders were engulfed by the beam of undead magic in the blink of an eye. As a mass of melting blood and corroded bones, one after another zombie army and skeleton warrior army constantly test the castle's defense, black and gray waves attack the castle every day like a rising tide. Falling, never resting, the undead creatures are tireless, regardless of casualties, their attacks have brought huge damage to the defenders.

But the castle of Montfort persisted tenaciously under the attack of the undead. This castle has stood above the axe bite since before the establishment of Brittany. The entire castle was rebuilt by Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort. , after strengthening it to the point where it towers into the sky, the castle of Montferre has stood quietly here for thousands of years.

Whenever an enemy breaks through the gate, the contemporary Duke of Montfort will organize craftsmen to reinforce the castle again. For thousands of years, the defense of this castle has already reached a certain extreme. The walls are full of turrets, square towers and Large-scale defending machines, dozens of giant trebuchets threw stones at the undead army, dozens of cannons poured shells at the undead, and the sturdiness of Montfer Castle is world-renowned, and the Duke of Vercade personally led it several times. The knights charge, driving the enemy from the city and annihilating them.

The moat was full of undead corpses, and the original moat could no longer be seen. Standing in the distance of the castle, Heinrich Kemmler, the great undead wizard, looked at Montferre Castle with no expression on his face.

After a fierce attack, the vast majority of the undead army suffered heavy casualties on the way to attack and climb the city. The sound of arrows and artillery was like a **** symphony, playing the music of war under the Montever Castle.

Matthew Bard stared grimly at Kemmler. The undead great wizard led his ancient tomb army to besiege Montever Castle for two weeks, and there has been no more progress.

Matthew Bard was not optimistic about Kemmler's plan to attack Montever Castle, but he never said a word. He and his two undead knights, a team of blood knights, and several black holy grail knights always Stand still.

Kemmler's siege did not make every effort. At the very least, the most elite Wraith Knight Legion and Stone Tomb Wraith Legion under the necromancer did not dispatch. On the contrary, this army was ambushing on the periphery.

Matthew Bard understood Kemmler's plan, and the necromancer didn't care whether he could capture Montferre.

He is waiting for the arrival of his sworn enemy, Francois!

The Duke of Mousillon remained silent. He thought to himself that Kemmler was still haunted by the battle of La-Messonelles more than twenty years ago. He had been blinded by hatred. For a while, Kemmler's plan was not to capture the castle.

Instead, he attracted François and asked the Duke of Winford to fight him to the death.

Matthew Bard despised Kemmler's IQ at first, thinking that the undead wizard really had no pursuit.

However, Duke Mousillon immediately let out a self-deprecating laugh. What qualifications does he have to criticize and look down on Kemmler? Isn't he himself a man who is crazy because of hatred?

In his teens, he was one of the most skilled, honorable, and devout ranger knights!

But everything is a lie. After the Lich King who raised him told himself the truth about the fairy in the lake, he was so sad and angry that he was crazy. The lie of the fairy in the lake has deceived this country for thousands of years. After learning the truth, De made up his mind to become the king of Brittany! Save the land from the Lake Fairy and his lies!

The siege was protracted, and immediately, a message reached the Chinese army.

"A huge army of knights is on the way to support here, and it is expected to arrive in three days." A corpse came to Kemmler's side and whispered.

The reinforcements came faster than expected! Matthew Bard frowned when he heard the news.

Kemmler was silent for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the Montferre Castle in the distance.

"Tomorrow, launch a general attack!"

"Yes!"

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The next day, in the tide of the undead siege, for the first time, the deserted tomb guards and the cairn wraiths appeared for the first time. After these barren tomb guards, the tomb demons hung the ladder on the high city wall under the command of the necromancer, and the powerful barren tomb guards strode up through the ladder to the city tower.

The serf infantry of the Principality of Montfort looked at these barren tomb guards with rusted armor in horror. They formed a tight spear formation to meet the strong enemy, but these barren tomb guards were too strong.

The first strong barren tomb guard climbed the city wall. With a single sword in his hand, he cut down two serfs and pikemen. The remaining serfs screamed and swarmed up. The city wall turned into a purgatory of flesh and blood. Four serf infantrymen could fight against a deserted tomb guard, but even so, the serf soldiers of the Duchy of Montfort still suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of serfs died here.

"Stand up! Hold me up!" Vercard, Duke of Montfort, stood tall on the watchtower, and he shouted loudly: "Deploy more soldiers to the breach!"

"Kill ah ah ah!" More serf soldiers rushed to the head of the city under the order of the knight, and fought the undead army to the death.

But soon, dark bats and bloodthirsty ghouls joined the fray, and these raucous monsters swooped down from the sky, their sharp claws tore through the flimsy leather and cloth armour of the serf infantry, tasting With the flesh and blood of the serf soldiers, the remaining serf soldiers could not escape the terrible bad luck. Groups of archers fell off the city wall in a scream, and fell into the countless piles of bones and the tide of undead. Their fate can be imagined. .

The remaining serf archers fired arrows at these undead airmen in vain, only a few arrows shot the ghosts and bats, and they immediately scattered and avoided.

The undead air force flew directly above the high wall. Those giant catapults were smashed or broken by the ghosts using impact and claws, and the artillerymen responsible for loading the artillery also bowed down to avoid it.

The artillery and trebuchets on the tower were forced to stop attacking, and the black undead air force was directed at the duke himself and his knights on the watchtower!

"The scorching stare of the flash!" The court wizard of Montfort shot, and the wizard of the light department sang a magic loudly. The bright white light made the ghosts and bats stab their eyes, and the power of Hexi magic was dispelled. These rabble, they temporarily retreated.

Withstood the threat of the undead air force, Falkard rushed to the edge of the stacking wall anxiously.

In Vlkad's sight, this piece of city wall was almost cleared. Then, five or six sturdy ladders were placed on the crenels of the city wall. Under the leadership of the barren tomb guards, more undead troops boarded. City head.

A team of knights wanted to go to support, and the undead magic of the necromancer followed, and the wind of death whizzed past the city wall. More than 30 knights were hit by the wind of death on the spot, their bones were separated, their armor rotted and turned into one wisps of dust.

The serf soldiers screamed and started the rout. Under the power of the undead, the struggle of mortals was so ridiculous. The weak spear array and swords in the hands of the serfs could not stop the attack of the barren tomb guards, and the knights were forced to join the battlefield. , and the expatriates from the empire. Even if they knew that they had no chance of victory, the free militiamen were still willing to fight for the castle until the last moment. The body blocked the attack of the undead, and they shouted the name of Charlemagne, swearing that they would never yield to the undead chop.

The undead don't shrink from the bravery of mortals, and the tireless, emotionless Tomb Guards reap the lives of the Empire's diaspora with swords and halberds in their hands, and whenever a mortal dies, he's instantly in Kemmler's place. Under the magic, they are resurrected as zombies or skeleton warriors, and the dead knights are turned into wasteland guards and undead knights.

Under the overlook of the Grey Mountains, the city walls of the entire western section of the Montferre Castle were billowing with smoke, and the shadows of the human defenders and the undead army were all over the city.

Callard led a team of elite knights to help everywhere. Relying on the wide and strong walls of Montever Castle, relying on the knights' group to charge, the shaky front was maintained at a fragile balance. Offset may occur.

The front line was temporarily controlled, but this was only temporary. The number of undead was like a snowball, and it would only kill more and more.

"They have resisted!" the duke's butler shouted at the duke: "We shall prevail!"

"Yes, we will win!" Duke Falkard took the cross helmet with the golden castle sculpture on the top from his knights. He tightened the Mithril plate armor on his body. The family coat of arms gleamed: "In the name of the lady, we shall prevail!"

"Duke? No, you can't go to the front in person!" The butler quickly discovered the Duke's plan.

"My people need me, and I will answer their voices!" The Duke of Vercade drew out his own sword, which burned white gold on the sword of Montfort, inherited from Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort. 's flame: "Knights! Listen to me!"

Hundreds of knights drew their sharp swords together: "At your service! My Duke!"

"In the face of evil, we will never give in! In the face of threats, we will never slack off! My knights, defend the territory, defend the homeland, as Arthur was a thousand years ago, and we are a thousand years later, although we will never be able to communicate with our ancestors. We are all on a par, but my knights! We must muster our courage against the enemy!" cried the Duke of Falkard, in a bell-like voice: "Fight, knights of Montfort, ladies are always with us. exist!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

There was a roar full of hope from the city wall. The Duke of Falkard personally led his knights to join the battlefield. The chants of the fairies in the lake resounded on the city wall, and the knights of the Duchy of Montfort were on their way to charge. Together they sang old ballads, old songs sung in the old Breton language, and in this low Gothic language, only a few people can understand what the song is about.

But it doesn't matter, on the towers where the smoke billows, under the gray sky, the chants of the knights drive away the power of the undead, they rushed into the enemy's line, and launched a bloodthirsty fight with the undead, the bright sunlight pierced through In the sky covered by Kemler's spell, the divine power of the fairies in the lake flowed in the hearts of the knights, who were the last line of defense among the commoners and evil.

"Kill! Kill! Advance!" The undead wizard Kemler raised his noisy skull staff, the terrifying wind of death swirled back and forth on the city wall, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights turned into withered bones.

Under the city wall, the giant battering ram was hitting the gate of Montfort, and the huge gate made a frightening sound. At this time, the defenders could only believe that the gate of this fortified city was strong enough.

Vlkad and his knights had an advantage in the war at first, and a large group of undead was rushed down the city wall on the spot by the charge of the knight's group, but the number of undead was endless, and the knights and their horses were repeatedly fighting. Gradually weary from the charge, and to make matters worse, every time a respectable mortal soldier falls, it means Kemmler's Tomb Legion gets a new recruit.

The charge of the knights was gradually blocked by the crowd formed by the undead. The knights who lost their impact were slaughtered immediately after being forced to stop. In a few seconds, an undead knight would recover from their bodies. Gradually, the number of undead outnumbered the number of mortals. When Duke Falkard came back to his senses under the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that there were only more than 20 of the more than 50 knights who followed him at the beginning. .

"Duke! We can't take it anymore! If we go on like this, the castle will fall!" The expedition knight Karad, holding the sword of Durandal, cut the head of a barren tomb guard from his neck, and he cut it from a group of skeletons. Surrounded by warriors and barren tomb guards, a road of bones is smashed.

"The Duke of Montfort, Lord Falkard, surrender immediately to me, Heinrich-Kemmler! Otherwise, my army and I will completely slaughter your castle and your people!" as if in response Callard's words~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The necromancer Heinrich Kemmler shouted with magic from under the city.

The atmosphere on the castle was suddenly stagnant, and the undead army stopped the attack as if it had received an order, and gave up the area between Duke Falkard and Kemmler, Duke Falkard gritted his teeth, and he clenched it tightly. He took the sharp sword in his hand and took a step forward, just as he was about to tell the necromancer that this was wishful thinking.

"Nagash's gaze!" The undead wizard Kemler didn't give the Duke time to answer at all. On the contrary, when the Duke showed his figure, Kemler couldn't wait to sing a powerful spell, two purple-red beams. Condensed in the eyes of the undead wizard, pointing directly at the duke himself, and the knights have not even reacted.

Noble is the epitaph of the noble, and the despicable is the pass of the despicable. Kemmler showed a hideous smile.

However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the plan of the necromancer. He was too eager to sneak up on Duke Falkard himself through despicable means. The special shouting not only made Duke Falkard appear, but also exposed himself. s position.

A walking lightning rolled over the sky.

The golden griffin spread its wings and flew high into the sky. The knight riding on the griffin raised a huge two-handed war hammer with one hand. A shrill scream echoed on the battlefield, and the griffin suddenly opened its mouth toward where Kemmler was, and the blue thunder light gradually converged into a crackling electric ball.

The Great Necromancer felt bad when he saw the lightning ball condensed in the mouth of the griffin, and Kemmler almost rolled and crawled out of the way.

A bolt of lightning spewed out of the Griffin’s mouth and directly attacked Kemmler himself, and the Guard Wraith Knight of the Great Necromancer was split in half by the bolt of lightning on the spot.

he came!