Warhammer Throne

Outside the capital city of Curona, Bretania, except for Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, who is in the far south, and Raun, Duke of Connet, have disappeared. The remaining dukes have all united and are ready to fight together." Viper" Mathewbad and his army.

Even so, the number of remaining troops is not comparable to that of Mathewbad's **** team.

Moreover, Matthew Bard also has four Duke of Bretania, namely Aldrel, Duke of Lyonese, who has been transformed into a vampire, Vulcade, Duke of Montfort, and has been resurrected. Armand, the former Duke of Aquitaine, and Zilfroy, the former Duke of Artois, was resurrected.

This war will ultimately determine the survival of the Knight Kingdom.

At this time, even the old knight king "Tiger" Dinoah Jean-Richard de Le Angouran once again put on his ancestral plate armor. At this time, the knight king was struck again. He looked even more old, but he still came to the front stubbornly.

With the "Blue Sea Monster" family crest printed on his body, Richard, who wears Breton mithril enchanted plate armor, puts on his sea monster helmet and knight's crown, he looks far away and can't see the end. The enemy sighed softly, and the old Knight King whispered: "It shouldn't be like this, everything shouldn't be like this."

"But things have happened, my king." It was Eugene, the holy grail knight commander of the Kurona branch of the holy grail knights, who was very sad when he saw Richard's appearance.

The king in front of him used to be a very brave warrior. He was a fierce general who did not fear death on the battlefield. However, years have not spared people. Richard has not completed the Holy Grail Expedition. He is more than 120 years old this year. Ordinary legendary strong man, he is old, he hasn't put on his armor for too long, and after he was fully armed, he staggered and almost fell.

"Enough, all this should be over." Richard coughed twice, and an aura that had disappeared for a long time suddenly surged over his body: "Don't help me! I'm not old enough to need help!"

It was the brave spirit of his youth in the past years. In an instant, the knight king opened his eyebrows and his pale hair was draped from his shoulders. He took the sacred sea monster and rode the spear from the attendant, and his muddy eyes were gradually covered. Soaked in the flames of anger: "I, Richard, will join the battle today!"

Under the leadership of the king, the palace guards slowly drove out of the castle, and Richard rode out of the city gate on a brand-new pure-blood elf horse.

At twilight, the bells of the Holy Grail Cathedral came. The knights of Brittany battled like a forest. The prayers of the knights resounded across the mountains and the sea. The long queues lined up to the end of the street. Residents of the capital They all came out of their homes, and they all lit a candle and prayed to their goddess. The knights will win the victory again as they did a thousand years ago.

Otherwise, darkness will fall.

When was the last time I left the capital so armed? Richard couldn't help but think.

He remembered, it should be more than 30 years ago when a huge army of Beastmen came out from the Arden Forest and attacked Kurona. Prince Imrek, Prince of High Elf Calledo, led an army. Coming to support, Breton and the high elves formed a coalition to defeat the army of wild orcs and defend the capital.

Unknowingly, it has been so long since my last expedition. Richard looked sadly at the residents on the roadside of Curona. Ripples appeared in the heart of the old king. He sang the last king John II in a low voice. A poem written after the world was deposed.

The whole kingdom was once dominated by me.

The huge waves are also surging because of my life.

Now I rushed to the battlefield at dawn.

Wandering lonely on the avenue that once belonged to me.

I have thrown dice to judge the life and death of that mortal world.

Savor the panic in the eyes of the enemy.

Listening to the people singing and cheering.

The first king died.

The new king Bandai!

The city gate opened wide, and Richard led the palace guards to Ryan's side. Ryan smiled and said hello to Richard: "Good morning, my king."

"Good morning, my vassal." Richard nodded, and he sighed, "In the end, you won."

The first king died.

The new king Bandai!

"I haven't won yet." Ryan nodded. He could feel Richard's emotions. The champion of the Lake Fairy's choice pointed at Mathieubad, who was not far away: "Only by ending all this is the final victory. ."

"The kingdom can't be ruined in my hands." Richard nodded calmly. It seemed that the conflicts between Ryan and his past seemed to disappear: "Go, go and defeat the Viper and his army. Give you all command, and the fate of this battle and the kingdom will be entrusted to you."

"Yes." Ryan nodded slightly. In fact, to a certain extent, he no longer needs Richard's appointment. With his reputation, his status, and his brand new duke status, he is already enough to do his own thing. .

But Richard compromised. The old king was just like his administrative policy. For the sake of the overall situation, he once again chose to compromise, whether it was the present or the future.

Ryan then turned his attention to Mathieubad.

"My doom?" After listening to Ryan's words, Mathieubad let out a sharp laugh. He shook his head. The smile on his face was both hideous and distorted: "No, today will not be my doom, but this The new beginning of the kingdom, I will save you all from a lie, I swear, now as long as you surrender, I can forgive your sins."

"Mathubad! Why are you so obsessed with it!" This is, the most hot-tempered Duke of Berhemond has been out, and he scolded; "Look at what you have done?! You treat your biological father Sorry! You united with the undead to destroy the serfs and nobles of the kingdom! Now you have included those rogue knights, riotous traitors and despicable robbers who want to attack our capital? I have never seen such a shameless knight! You still have the face to claim the throne now?"

"If the first Duke of Connet, one of the twelve first knights of the Holy Grail, the respected Carriod-the brave knew that his family was out of a scum like you, he would kill you himself!" Mond's anger resounded throughout the outskirts of Curona, his anger was full, and he thundered in anger.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this bastard!" The young knights were filled with indignation, they roared and shouted to kill Mathewbad completely.

Matthew Bard responded with a sneer, his eyes full of resentment and hatred: "Chivalrous patients, you will never understand what I have experienced, but it doesn’t matter. Soon, I will be on your corpses. Danced."

Ryan stretched out his hand to stop Pershmond from continuing to ask angrily. He knew that Mathieubad had already decided to go a long way to the dark, and he could no longer turn his head. At this time, talking to him about knighthood and family affection in addition to adding to his madness. It's useless at all.

Instead, Ryan focused his attention on the knights phalanx formed by the former Mousillon nobles in the south of Lyonace, gathered behind Mathieubad: "Knight brothers in Lyonace, what's wrong with you? Why do you want to be with the madman Mathieubad?"

Seeing Ryan’s questioning, coupled with the anger facing Berhemond, this group of about a thousand people composed of knights and knight retinues, many people bowed their heads in shame, but there are also some knights and nobles. In anger, he chose to respond in person.

"Because of injustice!" A knight stepped out immediately. He said angrily: "Yes, my family and I used to be a knight family from the Duchy of Moussilon. We were rescued from Wen’s tyranny, but in fact, we were not treated fairly!"

"Since being merged into the Lyonnais, we have been marginalized! Our benevolence and farms have been taken away by the northerners! Our hunters have been marginalized in their own territory!"

"We tried to defend in the courts of the Principality many times, but we were always suppressed. We were always excluded from the most important meetings!"

"We have had enough. Our territory belongs to ourselves. We have always been the nobility of Moussilon!" The knight said loudly: "We deserve a legal status. We must unite and fight against the current injustices! "

Hearing this, Richard, the Knight King, sighed in a low voice.

The territories south of Lyonace are the land of Mousillon, which was later annexed. These areas are very rich. Dozens of small rivers run through here, and these small rivers flow into low-lying places to form lakes. Most of the castles and villages are Built on a small island in the lake.

Since being merged into the Lyonnais, these former Mousillon nobles have been squeezed out and suppressed. Over the five hundred years, they have lost many beloved and manor houses, and were annexed by the northern nobles of Lyonnais. , And is often excluded in the Principality Conference. This dissatisfaction has been silting up for a long time.

Richard was aware of this problem, and discussed with the former Duke of Lyonace, Dalheide, thinking about how to solve this serious contradiction.

However, it is easy to realize the contradiction, but it is very difficult to solve it. The local knights and nobles in Lyonasse originally did not trust and exclude these former Mousilon nobles, even the Duke himself. The contradiction has long been impossible after hundreds of years of accumulation. To resolve it through peaceful negotiations, the only solution that can be resolved is through civil war in the Principality.

But Richard is not a fierce man like Bohemond who fights on disobedience, nor is he a wise man like François who is particularly good at handling internal relations. He is instinctively unwilling to provoke a civil war in the Principality of Lyon. This problem is only Can drag on until now.

At this time, the old king suddenly saw a figure beside Mathieubad, his eyes widened in surprise: "Charles? You, why are you in that traitor's team?!"

Richard's aunt, Charles stood on horseback beside Matthew Bard. His face was pale and his eyes were red. Seeing Richard's questioning, Charles also responded angrily: "Because I can't wait any longer! Father! I can't wait any longer! If it weren't for surrendering to Lord Mathewbad to get the magic to extend my life, I would be dying!"

Charles raised the sledgehammer in his hand and pointed at Richard:

"In the world, is there a prince of 70 years?!"

"Okay! Very good!" Richard trembling hands, tears in his muddy eyes: "Unexpectedly, Raun's son was hostile to him in the end, and my son also chose to be hostile to me, Charles, have you ever thought about it? Are you qualified to inherit the throne?"

"It's not important anymore, father." Charles shook his sledgehammer fiercely: "Your Excellency Mathieubad promised me that when it's done, I will be the new Duke of Le-Angoulent!"

Seeing that Richard's eldest son Charles also rebelled. Before the two armies, the knights were in a commotion. There was a silence for those who were silent, and a sigh.

Is this a troubled world?

Ryan stretched out his hand to signal everyone to calm down. He pressed his hands and shouted to the opposite side: "Knight brothers of Lyonace! Please listen to me!"

Ryan's banner officer, Armand, approached from behind. He was holding a plate in both hands, and the contents of the plate were covered by silk and satin.

Ryan nodded, and he drew a sword from his waist: "Masters, do you know what this is?"

"This is... not to die with bare hands?"

"This is the saber of the great Landuin!"

"Why did it appear in Ryan's hands?"

Of course, the nobles of Moussilon couldn't fail to recognize Landuin's sword, and they whispered to each other incredulously.

Subsequently, the group of knights reached an agreement.

"Thief!"

"robber!"

"Grave Robber!"

Seeing these people reluctant to admit it, Ryan sneered. He took a nearly four-meter-long lance from the hand of his servant, and raised the lance above his head. Under the spring sunshine, the body of the lance was full of The runes of the high elves radiated a sacred glow like the lake under the moon, and the light of the fairy in the lake enveloped the spear head of the lance: "This spear is called the indestructible lake! I don’t know if you guys deny it. ?"

Now these knights in the Mathewbad formation could no longer calm down. They gradually realized something. Their faces were pale and whispering. The knights and nobles of the former Moussilon trembled in surprise. Last time they rode the gun. It appeared hundreds of years ago, and now the indestructible lake is seen again. What does it mean?

"Yes! That is the indestructible lake, the legendary Landuin’s lance!"

"This lance must not be used by those who have the highest virtue!"

"Indestructible Lake Light can only be obtained by Randuin's approval!"

"Landuin's family motto once said that the Lake of Indestructible cannot be used by his heirs. Now this lance actually appeared in the hands of Ryan Macadoo. Does this mean..."

"Ryan has been recognized by Landuin as the heir to his will and virtue!"

A knight lost his voice: "So, we are actually fighting against his will?"

"That's right! Lord Ryan has inherited the will and virtues of Lord Landuin and has been appointed by him. He is the real Duke of Moussilon!" The man stretched out his hand and tore off the silk cloth on Amand's plate: "Look again, what is this?!"

The golden crown of Duke Mu Xilong appeared in the eyes of everyone, and countless stormy waves were swayed!

"This is the Duke's Crown!"

"That's right! This is the Duke's crown, the knight brothers of Lyonace! Now, the Duke Mousillon's crown, the sword of the knight does not die with unarmed hands, and the lake of indestructible lance appears here in Ryan. This is the will of the lady. , This is Landuin's will!" François shouted: "This is the greatest lord knight on the lake who has chosen his successor, and Ryan Macado is the real Duke of Moussilon!"

"The real... Duke Moussilon!"

"The real... Duke Moussilon!"

A shout was passed to the distance, and the knights who were obeying Matthew Bard suddenly realized what shameful mistake they had committed, and how they shamed the glory of their ancestors!

And Mathieubad's face suddenly turned blue. He wanted to prevent these knights from falling into battle, but couldn't, because the facts were there, and the evidence was as clear as a mountain.

"Ryan is the real Duke of Moussilon! We all let Mathewbad this **** be fooled!"

"Liar! He deceived us!"

"We are the glorious Musilon people, we are only loyal to Landuin and his heirs!"

"Abandon him! Ryan Macado is our real duke!"

These knight aristocrats recovered their silence in the state of madness. They charged away from the army of Mahhubard on horseback and moved closer to the army of chivalry in Brittany.

"I am waiting here to swear my allegiance to the real Duke Moussilon, Landuin's successor, Ryan Macadoo! Never forget it!"

The momentum was as powerful as the sea, and Ryan finally smiled at this moment: "Very good! Knights who have lost their way, you have chosen the right path. You have never forgotten the teachings and glory of the lady for us!"

"Now, please raise your lances and fight for me!"

"Yes!"