Proof of the Sun King

Kemmler's head fell to the ground, and the undead wizard who had ravaged the Grey Mountains for decades gradually lost his gaze. His gradually dilated pupils reflected the La-Messonnell Abbey in the distant alpine valley.

There, there is the Rod of Nagash that he has been pursuing all his life.

But it's all over.

The long history of him and his Kofun Corps has come to an end.

At the moment of Kemler's death, the entire undead army began to collapse. Those powerful barren tomb guards and skeleton warriors, those undead creatures, those undead Chaos God-chosen warriors, they collapsed on their own and turned into one Pile of bone slag.

Losing its supply of mortal energy, Gul's body gradually disintegrated on its own, and it continued, "My master is..."

"Na..." The Champion of the Undead Chaos Four Gods did not finish these words. He dissipated in place, losing Kemler's undead magic to maintain, and Gul's body turned into a plume of ashes and dissipated in the air.

This is actually a bit strange, because even if the undead other than Gul lose their magic power supply, at most they disintegrate on their own, and Gul disappears without leaving anything.

It seemed that some force had forcibly moved Gul away.

In the wilderness outside the monastery, only large corpses and blood pits remained.

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

It seemed that five minutes later, the human army realized their victory. Francois was the first to stand in front of Kemmler's body. The Duke himself first looked at Kemmler's head. He grabbed the head of the undead wizard and slammed it to the ground: "Crack!"

Kemmer's unrepentant head fell into the plasma, stained with stains.

Immediately afterwards, François's iron boots stomped on Kemmler's head.

Stomp hard, stomps hard, stomps again and again, until the head is bloody.

"Kemmler! Years of revenge! Father's revenge! I finally avenge it today!"

"Father! I finally avenged you!"

Lane had never seen François so rude, and Duke Winford's deep hatred was revealed in front of everyone. Immediately, the Duke burst into tears, and the old man wiped his tears with a handkerchief, unable to control himself for a long time.

Francois' father, Tancred I, was killed by Kemmler at the Battle of the Montfort Bridge and was resurrected as an undead. In order to show off his victory, Kemmler changed Tancred's face from the former Duke. His face was taken down and sewn into his robe.

This was a great disgrace to the family of the Duke of François up to Winfort. Since François succeeded to the dukeship, he swore revenge for the first time at the abbey of La-Maisonne more than 20 years ago. War is his masterpiece of revenge.

But that's not enough.

It's not over yet!

It was only today that Francois finally completed his revenge. The Duke of Winford breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy face on his face, he drew the unicorn sword and shouted loudly: "Victory! Gentlemen, let us Revel in this great victory and enjoy the glory to the fullest! Today's victory will be recorded in the annals of history, and our glory will be passed down to the end of the world! The enemy will also be unforgettable!"

"victory!!!"

The defense of La-Messonnell Abbey ended with the defeat of the great necromancer Heinrich Kemmler, who once roamed the old world and left many wounds to the Empire and Brittany here. A complete failure of the battle represents the disintegration and destruction of the Tomb Legion. The old world's order forces have lost a strong enemy, and the humans, dwarves and even wood elves of the Grey Mountains have ensured the peace of the mountains through joint operations. Tania South completely got rid of the shadow left by Kemler, and finally achieved a stable and peaceful development environment.

The defenders shouted long live together, and everyone was firmly united. Many soldiers cried with joy and felt the glory of nothing.

The mountains roared and tsunami, Francois laughed, he first nodded to Ryan, Weng and his son were his own, so there was no need to say anything, and then Francois took the initiative to extend to Theodoric, Duke of Beleon. Shot: "Your Excellency Theodoric, you will come to support me. I am really surprised and surprised. Thank you very much for your support!"

The rough-faced Theodoric shrugged and told François that his arm was injured and he couldn't shake hands. It could be seen that he was very proud of his performance: "When I got the news, I knew it was here. It needs me, the kingdom needs me, so I'm here, and it doesn't look bad so far."

"Yes, the result is not bad." François withdrew his hand, his revenge was avenged, and the old man was in a very good mood.

The relationship between him and Theodoric is actually very bad, but after all, everyone is a fellow human being and a knight of the Lake Fairy, and there is still a consensus on unifying the outside world.

"Hehe~ The timing of Duke Theodoric's arrival is also very accurate." Ryan was injured, and he appeared from the side with a smile, with a bit of ridicule in his tone.

"I'm helpless, boy Ryan." Theodoric heard Ryan's implication, and he was a little bit old because of his age: "Me and my subordinates only have more than 200 people... Now only There are more than 80 left, I must choose the right time, otherwise I am just providing a new source of troops for the undead."

"Well..." Ryan didn't have much opinion on this point. As Theodoric said, when the balance of the battle swayed, Theodoric and his two hundred knights successfully played own role.

Then, the Duke's fearless charge brought Kemmler a lot of trouble. Kemmler, who had assembled his army to resist Ryan, had to be distracted to fight Theodoric.

Don't underestimate the battle that lasted only twenty or thirty seconds. Theodoric had the same effect as Ryan and Gul's duel. Kemmler, who was forced to be distracted, lost his best chance of escape and drove the undead. The Legion covered the timing of his retreat, otherwise perhaps the undead sorcerer could still escape.

The battle of the Sanctuary is like this, it is easy to defeat the opponent, but difficult to kill the opponent.

Thinking of this, Ryan's complexion became better. No matter what Theodoric's personal morality was, the support of this snowy charcoal still played a decisive role in this war. This may indeed be Theodoric's. Speculative behavior, but as the main beneficiaries, both Francois and Ryan must accept his favor, so this old guy should be proud of it.

After coming to Brittany for nearly ten years, Ryan began to understand the court and officialdom: "Thank you for your support, Your Excellency Theodoric."

"You don't need to thank me, if you really want to express your feelings, please help me with a pension." Theodoric shook his head, he looked back at the knights who were following him, those who were still scarred but still loyal With his eyes fixed on his duke, the Berleon knights have been reduced from more than 200 people when they charged to more than 80: "They are the backbone of this kingdom! The knights can't bleed and cry."

"Well!" François had no objection to this, and the Duke of Winford readily agreed to the pension.

"Hey~ Hey~" Bellegar arrived with the dwarves of the Angland clan, and the king of the Eight Peaks was the first to arrive: "Hey! You Bretons! Why is it over? A chance for dwarf performance!"

"There will be opportunities for you to perform, King Bellegar." Ryan grinned and said to Bellegar, the Lake Fairy's God-chosen champion was badly injured in the duel with Gul, and he was bloodied: "You and your clansmen let We have seen the glory and tenacity of the dwarves, and I am honored to fight alongside you."

"Me too." Francois also said with a smile.

"Hey hey hey! I killed one hundred and fifty-nine! I remember them all!" Wearing a high hat and enjoying everyone's compliments, the King of the Eight Peaks was very proud, and Belgar held up his Angland's Hammer: "Dwarves never let their friends down, tell me, Brother Ryan, how many did you kill?"

"It doesn't matter how many I killed, what matters is that I'm happy to see you safe and sound." Ryan had no intention of arguing with Bellegar: "My friend, King Bellegar."

"Me too, Brother Ryan." Hearing Ryan's answer, Bellega was stunned for a while, and then murmured in a strange tone: "Okay, I admit that your words are more appealing, you must be wiping it in your mouth. The secret BBQ sauce of our clan Angland."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The aftermath of the aftermath was full of laughter, and even the original wooden elf lord Alalos could not help but look down.

After laughing, François's face became serious. He walked over to Kemmler's headless corpse, pulled out his storage ring, and handed it over to the Prophet of the Lake God for purification. Holding the black arrow stuck in Kemmler's chest: "Whose is this arrow? Who shot Heinrich Kemmler! Stand up!"

"It's me, my duke, this is my black arrow." Bertrand, the battalion commander of the Sharon Forest Patrol, came to the crowd with some trepidation. He felt his heart pounding, seeing the strength in Saint Domain high-level, and even Francois, who had gone further because the knot in his heart had been resolved, looked directly at himself, Bertrand licked his lips, and hurriedly bowed: "This is my black arrow! Everyone can testify!"

"That's right, this is Bertrand's black arrow. He once showed it to me." Ryan also came out to testify.

"Well... it is made from the tendon of the Yalong heart. This is the dragon's core arrow specially designed to destroy demons. No wonder it can pierce Kemler's body." Alaros reached out and pulled the black arrow out of Kemler's body. The elf lord checked it and said a rare good word: "This kind of arrow can actually be made by humans. Although it is still a waste, it has finally played a role."

"Yes... yes!" Bertrand confronted the Duke, the "Green Arrow", who was quite famous in Lane's territory, trembled a little. As a serf-turned-grass thief, now he can speak directly to the Duke, which made him feel No glory.

Many serfs have never had the chance to speak to the baron in their entire lives, and now they can talk face-to-face with the duke. What an honor?

"Kneel down." Francois looked serious.

"Crack!" Almost the moment he heard the Duke's order, Bertrand immediately knelt down, François clapped his hands, and his valet brought a shiny unicorn medal.

"Wow!" Everyone realized what was about to happen, and almost all the serfs who were watching this scene instantly had red eyes, jealous, unwilling, envious, and eager.

Shiny Medal! noble lord! Almost all the serfs swallowed.

"The descendants of Leedmond the Pure will never break their promises, I remember my promise." Francois took the silver plate from the valet and handed it to Ryan: "He is your subordinate, Ryan. ,give it to you."

Ryan's flag-bearer Armand took the silver plate, while Ryan drew his sword out of the sheath, and the nemesis, burning with white-gold flames, directly pressed it on Bertrand's shoulder.

"I, Count of Glamorgan, Baron Jean, and Lady's God's Chosen Champion Ryan Malcador, hereby formally confer the title of Honorary Lord Bertrand Winford! May you use your performance and your honor to continue to protect this country. , fight for the light and glory of Brittany!"

"Yes!" Bertrand's body trembled, with tears in his eyes, he knelt down towards Francois and Lane, and kowtowed.

Click on the left and right shoulders, the medal is pinned to the chest, and the award ceremony is completed.

There are no words to describe Bertrand's excitement, from serf to thief, from sergeant to lord.

Starting today, there will be no more serf Bertrand, thief Bertrand, and sergeant Bertrand.

There is Lord Winford, Sir Bertrand!

The story of this rogue is destined to become another legend!

At the end of the war, that night, the whole army had a good time, everyone was very drunk at the grand banquet, and even Francois, who had always been elegant and calm, got drunk~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone sang together "Lady Bless Cloth" Litania", the knights rejoiced loudly and the whole monastery fell into a sea of ​​joy.

Halfway through the drink, Ryan came out of the banquet alone. The cold late autumn wind blew across his face, making the somewhat drunk Earl wake up a little. He sighed and exhaled a smell of alcohol: "Wow~"

The lively La-Messonnell Abbey was full of joy and fire. Ryan cast his eyes on the gray mountains covered with snow and ice in the distance, nodded, and then he stretched out his hand and caught an oncoming baggage: "This is?"

"You are very brave, Lord Ryan." The wood elf hero Alaros appeared from the side with a calm face: "Esley is satisfied with choosing you as a trading partner. For this victory, Eisley is delighted. The venison jerky that we have processed and blessed by Eisley represents our friendship with you."

"Thank you, but unfortunately I don't have anything to give you back now." Ryan knew how precious the venison meat made by the wood elves was. In Brittany, this kind of thing can only be seen at the annual banquet of the royal family.

"This victory is the best reward." Alaros nodded, and he walked to Ryan's side: "What are you thinking? You seem to have something on your mind?"

"I'm wondering if we're celebrating too early, Matthew Bard and his Musillon... Forget it, the military is already very exhausted, and we have suffered heavy casualties, humans are not dwarves, this battle is over, Matthew Bar De and his undead will be quiet for at least a few years." Ryan frowned: "Victory is always short-lived."

"The world is like that, but in this moment, we can still celebrate the victory."

"good!"

The two chatted for a while, and Morgiana, the witch of the lake god, appeared: "Lion?"

"Um?"

"Come here, I have something to look for you."