Proof of the Sun King

"Borgier the Siege was a very powerful mercenary chief, known as "The Siege" because of his unparalleled expertise in siege warfare, and he was the greatest at the time when the city-state was invaded by the Rat Man mercenaries. Legend has it that all the cities of Tyrell, not even Miragliano, whose walls were ingeniously constructed, could not withstand the siege of the prince. Pogir was indeed a tactician, and most of his battles ended in victory."

"After three great victories, he made Miragliano the most powerful duchy in Tyrell. After that his enemies had to succumb to his siege ability to avoid open struggle and hide behind the walls. He was also shrewd. Without losing a tyrannical ruler, once an opponent appears, he will not live for long."

"But Prince Pogil's strength also attracted the hostility of everyone. He has experienced countless assassinations. All the nobles of Tyrell, including many mercenaries in the city-state of Miragliano, united against him. Eventually, while entering the baths, he was assassinated unarmed."

Halfling Harpy, a swashbuckling swordsman at the pinnacle of legend, followed Fulgan as he introduced the situation.

Halflings are not difficult to hire. When Fugan took out enough gold and silver, it was a matter of course. Halfling Harpy chose to join the Ash Legion. He agreed to lead a dozen halflings under his command to expedition to Lustria. Fifteen chests full of riches, enough money for the halflings to go back to their hometown, Mutter, to find a female halfling to marry.

Hubby was surprised when he saw Fulgan's offer of the employment amount, and couldn't say anything. He immediately agreed to accept the employment, and the halfling happily said that he would wash his hands after finishing the business and would no longer be a mercenary.

A group of people walked on the streets of Miragliano. The streets here are magnificent, luxurious, atmospheric, quaint, simple, gorgeous but not too crowded at all. On the contrary, the people here are very far away from the war. There is time to think about philosophy and pursue art. While listening to Harpy's narration, Fulgan also enjoys admiring the streets and house designs along the way, and stops to listen to a few street performers from time to time.

On the contrary, Angron lacked interest in these things. His eyes were casually looking at the streets with different decoration styles. After looking for a long time, he didn't see anything special. He was just listening to the introduction of the halfling.

In terms of talent alone, Pogir-Besieger may be the best mercenary leader in the southern kingdom. He not only became Prince Miragliano by relying on his bravery, wisdom, and the spirit of sharing weal and woe with his mercenaries, but also It defeated three principalities in turn in three wars, and completely defeated the green-skinned waaagh of the Southern Grey Mountains who tried to invade Tyrell, splitting it into three small tribes. Make them no longer a threat to Tyrell.

However, when Pogil exposed his ambitions, when he declared that he wanted to be the true king of Tyrell, he was met with unanimous opposition, firm opposition, and all men united against him, including his subordinates. mercenary.

Pogir can win every war, he can defeat all the enemies he passes, but as long as he leaves his front feet, the places he conquered with his hind feet will immediately rise up against the flag and fall, no matter how hard Pogir tries, All he could control was Miragliano, and to make matters worse, his mercenaries began to oppose him.

"Normal, we can't hope that mercenaries will provide similar loyalty to the country. This is unrealistic, and Pogil is not Jonson." Fulgan listened to the halfling's story, and he calmly analyzed everything: "Unlike the Empire and Brittany, where people have developed a desire and a sense of unity amid the threats and pressures of Chaos, Undead, Greenskins, where people firmly believe that a united nation is clearly better than a divided nation To be stronger, but Tyrell and Estalia did not face this threat, everyone is used to autonomy, everyone likes autonomy, and refuses to change, so the pressure to unify is surprisingly great, Pogil is obviously It does not have the capabilities of Charlemagne or the first knight king Arthur, and it lacks a war-torn and threatened environment."

"But why are the mercenaries under his command against him?" Angron asked Fugen: "According to what Harpy said, Pogil must lead the way in every battle, and he usually shares weal and woe with the mercenaries, even eating. Stir a spoon in a large pot."

"That's right, but their relationship is ultimately between superiors and subordinates." Fugen sneered a few times: "Subordinates and monarchs have different relationships, Angron, we can't mix them up."

"You know, you know best!" Angron understood, it was nothing more than the difference between a Warmaster and an Emperor. Each Primarch was controlled by the Warmaster, but all Primarchs were eligible to become Warmasters. On the contrary, the Emperor There's only one and his reign is eternal: "So I hate talking to you sissy, you always like to talk half, keep half, and then take the opportunity to laugh at me!"

Forgan knew Angron, just like Angron knew Forgan, and seeing Angron shouting like this, Forgan just smiled and didn't say any more.

It seems that due to the chaos caused by the death of Bogil, the whole city is in a state of extreme disorder, just like what Angron and the others encountered just now, the cultists of Chaos dare to openly publicize Chaos on the streets and spread corruption. No one stopped it, and then Fulgen blatantly shot the cultist's head and caused a panic. There was no response in the city. The guards who were responsible for defending Miragliano were busy fighting for power and had no time to pay attention to the corners of the city. what happened.

"So, where is that Gold Mage?" The barbarian warrior Ingrid asked loudly, following behind the crowd. Angron's appearance made her feel close by nature. Huge, strong, with a pair of axes, with the appearance of a stubborn man, Angron was enough to make the female barbarians regard him as an elder, especially Angron was amiable.

"Mage Jin lives in a manor in the city of Miragliano." The halfling Hobby nodded repeatedly. He was short but not bulky at all. On the contrary, the halfling walked extremely fast and silently. , he is dressed in the most common ranger costume, including a hat with kite feathers and a quiver, a small short bow on his back, a cloth bag hanging on his chest, and a row of daggers in the cloth bag. With a short sword on his back, he looked harmless to humans and animals, but all those who underestimated him paid the price.

What made Fulgan a little noticed was that Hubby wore a ring, which was all golden yellow, engraved with an ancient spell, and a mysterious language.

"This is a halfling relic, passed down to me by my cousin." Hubby seemed to see something, and he explained a little: "That's it."

Fugan just nodded slightly and didn't answer.

Although this halfling is very small, he looks quite young, but in fact he has turned sixty years old this year. Halflings are considered to be 33 years old as an adult, while ordinary halflings have a life expectancy of one hundred and fifty years old. About sixty years can be regarded as a young man.

Following a long and narrow garden road, the group moved towards Mage Jin's foothold in Miragliano, where Mage Jin and his army temporarily settled in this manor.

When everyone entered the manor, they were all surprised by the scenery in front of them.

There was a large sea of ​​fire, the crackling sound of the flames and the burnt smell in the hot wind made Angron frown.

The entire manor is burning, the three-storey building is gradually burning down in the flames, the elemental spirits wrapped in the flames are flying in the air, making sharp hisses and roars back and forth, they keep laughing, as if the flames make them feel It seems that the tragic fate of mortals can make them more than happy.

"As always, we are late." Felix, the general of the wing cavalry, said in a low voice, "We have nothing but destruction waiting for us, and Mage Jin has been defeated."

"Not necessarily." Fulgan motioned for everyone to calm down. The commander of the Ash Legion noticed that a group of Arabians were walking out of the burnt manor. They were wearing robes, turbans wrapped around their heads, and everyone was holding a machete. Pull a bound Tyrell out of the manor, press it on a tree stump, and prepare to start: "According to his will, we sentence you to death."

"No! No! No! I beg you!" The Tyrell screamed, screaming and struggling: "No! I just, I just want to make a wish!"

"But you lose, and as a loser, you must die." The Arabi soldier drew out the machete around his waist, and he raised the machete high.

"no no!"

"Wait!" Fulgan led a group of people approaching from a distance. He glanced at the manor that was burning in flames and asked these Arabians, "Why did you kill him?"

"Kill him? What's your business? You look like you're selling **** in an orphanage..." The Arabi soldier said impatiently, but after seeing Fugen's appearance and his magical costume, the Disdain quickly turned into fear: "Uh... I said, it's none of your business! Get off, we're going to execute!"

"Tell me, Arabs, why did you kill him!" Fugen's face didn't change at all, he just stood in front of these Arab soldiers: "Otherwise, I won't leave."

"Save me!!" The Tyrell screamed and shouted, at this time the mercenary was in tears, and his pants were wet.

"Hmph, coward!" Angron snorted disdainfully.

"Speak! bequick!" Fulgrim continued to take a step forward.

It was a look that made one feel deep into the bone marrow from the bottom of his heart. This look was like a shining steel knife stabbing over. It was steady and accurate. As if being controlled by hypnotism, any cover up could not be resisted. It penetrated the armor of camouflage like a bullet, it cut glass like a blade.

Several Arab soldiers immediately felt the danger of their lives, and the leader took a sip. He said a little bravely: "Your Excellency Master Jin ordered us to kill him, this is the reason, are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, just Please leave quickly, this is not where you should be, Imperial! We are about to execute."

The golden double-headed eagle on Fulgrim's chest tainted the Arabs.

"Not satisfied." Fugan lowered his head: "You just told me a reason, what I want to know is the reason, why did you kill this Tyrell?"

"Why do you have to know the reason? Will the witcher of your empire tell everyone why he has fallen before he executes it?"

"There is no reason." Fugan continued, his eyes began to sharpen: "Tell me!!!"

"..." Several Arab soldiers took a few steps back, they looked at each other, and their expressions began to hesitate.

"Because he doesn't really want to cooperate with me." At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the burning gate of the manor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A tall man dressed in golden embroidered silk and holding a golden flame machete , a man with a pumpkin-like gold hat on his head and a face painted with gold powder strolled down the steps, the fire elemental elf whirled around him, making a pleasing cry, he was blind in one eye, and the rest There is only indifference in one eye: "He just wants to get close to the lamp god, he wants to make a wish to the lamp god."

"His wish?" Forgan turned.

"That's not important." Master Jin walked down the burning steps step by step: "What about you? Are you here to cooperate, or do you want to be like him?"

"Let him go, you have no right to judge him." Fulgan looked at the Tyrell whose head was on the stump and shook his head: "This is not the right you should have."

"Then it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Master Jin walked to Fugen step by step: "But this is also very easy, we always follow the principle of equivalent exchange, you can use your life for his life. ."

"Or you can just ignore it and let's talk about it again. What's your motive for coming to me? Do you want to seek cooperation? Or do you also want the secret of the lamp god?"

"Giggle~" The fire element elves rolled in the air, giving out bursts of sharp and irritable laughter.

"Are you challenging me?" Fugen walked up to Master Jin: "What if I manage it?"

"I said that I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you want to take care of it, why not? Your soul is much more valuable than the soul of this garbage." Master Jin shook his machete: "You hope to wait until Stop the fire, or now?"

Just behind Mage Jin, a group of fire element elves were emerging from the burning manor.

"What's the difference?" Fugen took out his golden power sword Glory, and he motioned for the crowd to disperse.

"Indeed, then... let's start!!!"