Proof of the Sun King

"Championship Showdown..." Hearing this word, Albert fell into contemplation, the Earl pondered, and Ryan did not speak.

Champion duel, the oldest and most sacred rule of the northern barbarians.

After believing in Chaos, the northern barbarians who used to seek power and glory have gradually corrupted into a chaotic race that thirst for all blood and slaughter by any means.

Only the championship matchup is a sacred ceremony recognized by all the barbarians in the north.

Two champions of equal racial identities will have a sacred duel, and the outcome of the duel will determine the outcome of the war.

A battle will be won or lost.

The Holy Grail Knight under the great first-generation knight king Arthur, the first-generation Duke of Boldero, Marcus once killed the Chaos champion Gavinlie in a championship duel, and defeated thousands of barbarians alone. This great story is still sung today. .

However, the barbarians are not so easy to deal with. Countless stupid nobles and knights have given their heads to the championship duel, because the strength of the barbarian lords is too strong. The ability of these lords to become lords has nothing to do with their bloodline, but depends on the survival of the fittest. And **** conquest, in this case, few of the nobles who rely on blood and enfeoffment can defeat the barbarians with roughly equal strength and status, and countless heroes have failed.

"But... Bireg is a legendary high-level barbarian chief..." Albert walked in front of Ryan, the earl's eyes were full of shock, and he even couldn't bear it: "Are you really?"

"Other than that, we have no other way." Ryan shook his head, he walked behind Albert and pointed to the large map on the table: "Most of the plains around Mjordenhaven are safe from danger. Guard, we lack cavalry, and we don't have any mobile troops for me to send, and...I've heard of the only fifty muskets your Excellency has..."

"I've brought them all to the front line in the north. I have a lot of crossbows and weapons in my arsenal, but I really don't have many muskets." The Count smiled bitterly: "At this critical moment, I don't need to lie to you, because I really didn't think of it. The barbarians will come to my city."

"Without the musket, which is a weapon for defending the city, there are only two artillery pieces left on the east gate." Ryan kept shaking his head: "I really can't think of any clever strategy. The strength gap between the enemy and us is too great. Losing the favorable barrier of the city wall, then the only way is the championship match." Ryan's tone was indifferent: "This is the only chance."

"I admire your noble character, I recognize you, Albert Baker hereby swears to the **** of justice, Ryan will always be a friend of our Baker family! If the war is over, I will give you half of your savings and My family heirloom." The earl stretched out his hand and squeezed **** Ryan's shoulder, then stretched out his hand: "Tomorrow, let's fight side by side, my guards and I will charge together to create this opportunity for you."

The White Wolf Knight and the Earl reached out and shook hands: "For Nord! For your people."

"For Nord!!!"

The next day, when the noon sun hung high in the sky, the black barbarian army finally appeared at the end of the horizon.

Although there were losses in the Battle of Aarhus Bridge the previous day, the number of the bear tribe's army still made people feel hopeless. Nearly 4,000 barbarian troops marched towards the collapsed east gate of Mjordenhaven one after another. .

Nord's army lined up near the city gate to meet the enemy. They were carefully arranged into an impregnable line of defense. The archers stood on the nearby city wall, drawing their bows and stringing, ready to meet the enemy at all times.

"Barbarian raiders, barbarian berserkers, barbarian hunters, and barbarian riders, the only thing fortunate is that I didn't see any trolls and Norsca giants." Estelle stood on the city wall, the half-elf behind The quiver is already full of feather arrows: "Roster? Do you think we can hold this place?"

The barbarian Rost was checking his weapon. Hearing the words of the half-elf, the barbarian laughed: "Of course I can't hold it."

"But we still have to fight." Estelle complained in a low voice.

"I have experienced a more desperate war than this. What's the point of it? The people of the past have become the playthings of the evil gods. Now we meet, there is only a deadly battle." Roster said loudly: "We still have to fight!"

On the other side, on the high city wall, a large group of Nord soldiers are defending Teresa, and the magic power circling around the sorceress has become their only support. Surprised, the walnut knight Nikolai instructed the soldiers to send her away safely if the battle went unfavorable.

"Really? Banda is dead?" Teresa learned from Emilia who was beside her that the little mercenary who had been around her all day died in the terrible explosion, and the mercenaries only found his one hand.

"Yes..." Emilia replied in a low voice, the girl didn't say what happened after that. After losing his apprentice, Wilt was very sad. He cursed the Garland congresswoman in front of him loudly, claiming that everything was wrong. She caused it.

"I'm very sorry about that," Teresa said. Then he said, "Amelia?"

"Huh?" The mercenary was stunned. She was surprised that the sorceress in front of her would say she was sad?

"If this city can't be kept, you can teleport back to Sky Vault with me and Ryan." The sorceress looked at the slender mercenary standing beside her, and suddenly reached out and touched her face with her fingertips: "Beauty is not a sin."

"...Thank you, but I will stay." Emilia stepped back a little, dodging Teresa's movements: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am a mercenary of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group."

"Forget it, whatever you want." Seeing that the barbarian army was gradually approaching, the sorceress was no longer reluctant. She began to prepare spells under the protection of the soldiers.

The barbarian plunderers approached the city gate. They were very pleasantly surprised to find that the city gate had collapsed, and now there was only a ruin and the Nord army guarding the ruins. The body, the pace from slow walking, to fast walking, to running wild with legs apart, the white bear flag on the black background was raised high and fluttered in the cold weather.

The defenders on the city wall were desperately throwing arrows, the militiamen also threw javelins, stones and even all kinds of strange things, and the barbarian plunderers raised their shields to resist the arrows. The engineer nervously loaded and directed the only two remaining guns, trying to fire at the barbarian army concentration.

The barbarians are not fools. Under the command of the barbarian champion warriors, the barbarian plunderers dispersed immediately and rushed towards the Nord army in twos and threes.

In the face-to-face distance, the fighting styles of barbarians and southerners are vividly reflected. The front of the Nord army stands like steel in front of the ruins of the city gate. With the close cooperation of pikemen and great swordsmen, the first wave rushed up. The barbarians fell in droves, but soon more barbarians poured in.

The attackers were constantly greeted warmly by the crossbowmen on the city walls. Under the command of Nikolai, the crossbowmen fired in great order and aim. , but this does not apply to those strong barbarian predators. These warriors who believe in evil gods are even more difficult to stop. After only ten minutes, they rushed into the vital point of the army formation. Nord's army Had to face these tough barbarians.

Fighting one-on-one, ordinary soldiers are no match for barbarian predators at all, but excellent tactics can make up for the weakness of the Nord army, with pikemen and great swordsmen forming a tight formation to bear the brunt of the charge, and then the halberdiers Flanking the barbarians from behind, with the sincere cooperation of the Nord army, the second wave of the barbarian army was pushed back again.

The barbarian chief Bireg was riding on a huge white bear. He saw that his two waves of attacks were repelled, so he waved his hand. After the instructions, he raised the black flag.

Continue to attack.

The blizzard and frost raged in the air, and with the help of the powerful magic of the sorceress, the Nord army and the barbarian army were constantly at war, and Teresa had used all her strength, and under the full operation of her magic, the barbarians hurriedly made The siege vehicles and siege towers were smashed to pieces by ice guns and blizzards. Frost arrows shot out under her will, each of which meant that Lady Garland had wiped out another barbarian warrior. There was always a cheer from the defenders.

The war began to enter a protracted war, and the Nord army repelled the barbarian attacks again and again. At this moment, whether it was the standing army, the conscripts or the temporarily recruited mercenaries, the barbarians were beaten again and again with their efforts. Retreat, throwing down a large number of corpses again and again and fleeing in a panic.

However, the number of barbarians is too large. After each attack, the originally thick front gradually became thinner. The army of several hundred people could not withstand this consumption. More militiamen joined the battlefield in a hurry. The trained and resilient militia began to retreat in the attack of the barbarians. Seeing this, the walnut knight Nikolai led his squires into the battlefield, which barely stabilized the situation.

The balance of victory and defeat was constantly swaying. The Nord army's defense line seemed to be crumbling, but it was still standing. The archers on the city wall had exhausted the feathers and arrows in their quivers, and many soldiers threw down their bows and crossbows and drew Out of arms to fight in the city.

"Ah!" The mace slammed down and knocked down another barbarian warrior. Nikolai wiped the blood from his face. The battle had lasted for two hours. Still holding on tenaciously with a strong will, after all, they understand that they are fighting for the lives of their family members.

Under the insistence of the army, the offensive momentum of the barbarians began to slow down. These barbarians seemed to be less confident. The neat shield walls and the dense front of the spear front were densely covered with corpses, which were stacked high into mountains.

on the streets of the city.

"The barbarians can't hold on anymore, Your Excellency!" Captain Emil nodded to Albert, who was fully armed, wearing ancestral armor and holding a lance: "It's not that easy, get ready, let us kill them One blow! Get a chance for Ryan!"

The Count's guards consisted of nearly thirty people, all of them wearing full plate armor and armed with lances. As the paladins from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life came to join them, this fifty-man cavalry army had assembled. forming.

Ryan was also in it holding a warhammer. At this time, his heart was filled with peace.

Just when he decided to stay behind to meet the enemy, he truly understood the most difficult of the eight virtues of knighthood—sacrifice.

"Knight, do you have such courage, when you need to pay the price to fulfill the interests of most people, do you dare to sacrifice? Maybe sacrifice material interests, maybe sacrifice life?"

——The Fairy in the Lake

Sometimes, knights are pitiful and pathetic, because the gods they believe in enjoy the sacrifice of their knights, knights are asked to face a hopeless battle, but they must sacrifice.

Sometimes, in order to protect their homes and cherished things, the sacrifices of the knights at all costs have become the beginning of countless epic stories. In the great holy war one hundred and fifty years ago, many knights fought to the end. The entire regiment of the Imperial Flame Sun Knights fought **** battles to the end, with only one person left. Even after a hundred and fifty years of recuperation, the Flame Sun Knights had only recovered 80% of their size.

They have no regrets.

Likewise, Ryan has no regrets about his choice.

This is not the materialistic world he lives in~www.wuxiahere.com~morality. In this world, the threat of chaos threatens mankind forever. If no one stands up and is willing to make sacrifices for this race and this world, The whole world will fall under the clutches of the devil.

Even his father, didn't he make a terrible sacrifice?

For more than 11,000 years of torment with no end in sight, let the soul and will be broken in countless places in the entire universe, and watch the entire human empire that he built gradually collapse amid countless foreign enemies and civil strife.

But my father is still insisting, just for the race he loves, the human beings he loves.

Along the way, the refugees in the city, the old and the weak in the city all looked at this last force with hopeful eyes, they were the last hope of the city, those longing eyes, those tender faces, It evoked Ryan's countless thoughts.

This kind of thinking was quickly broken, and the clamor sounded from the city gate. The barbarian chief Bireg finally couldn’t bear to see that his tribe was unable to break through the Nord army after sacrificing more than 2,000 people. The powerful Chaos Champion decided to go into battle in person. .

When the barbarian chief, who was more than 2.2 meters tall, rode a white giant bear and rushed into the battle with his champions, Nord's army seemed to be directly chopped into two sections by a big axe. Rigg raised his battle axe in the roar, and a bear took the lead. The shields of the pikemen were easily knocked off, and their lances could not hurt not only Bireg himself, but even the giant bear he sat on. It was difficult to shake the slightest bit. With a swing of the barbarian chief’s axe, the two soldiers were directly cut off in the middle. The barbarian riders and champion warriors he led smashed into the army like a chain hammer. Breaks and routs, panic and despair began to spread on the front.

The moment to decide the fate of the city has come.