The Sun King's Evidence

"Tighten the camp and let the serfs, old people, and children hide in the caves behind the monastery. Behind, before the undead army reaches the monastery, we need to repair the city wall here." Francois and Ryan shouldered their shoulders. Passing side by side on the ramparts of the Abbey of La Messenel.

This is a magnificent defensive building embedded in a gray mountain canyon. The city wall is nearly ten meters high. A circular bunker is built in the middle of the valley. Only a thin path can lead directly to the gate.

This is the place where Francois once fought with Kemmler. In Kemmler's hundreds of years of life, this was the most painful defeat he experienced.

Despite this, this fortress is not as strong as imagined, with only one layer of walls, because it exists more as a monastery for the God of Nature, Tal. There are only 500 defenders in the monastery, but they are all extremely elite Holy Grails. An elite army of pilgrims.

Due to the difficulty in transporting food and the barren land in the mountains, this is already the largest army that this monastery can theoretically garrison.

After several hard battles, they received the honorary title "Sacred Watchers of La-Maisonelle". They once fought against the Army of the Undead in the cemetery, and fought side by side with Francois more than 20 years ago. Now, These Holy Grail pilgrims practice hard here, hoping that they can attract the attention and rewards of the Lake Fairy through war.

If serfs want to win the favor of a lady, they can only hope for some special means.

Looking at the spectacular mountains in the distance and the endless alpine wilderness, Ryan noticed the giant humanoid rock sculptures of two high elves arching on both sides of the mountain road. He smiled at Francois and said: "We should really let Furka Lord De, come and take a look, this monastery is also the ruins of the high elves."

Duke Fourcade and his army did not follow the coalition forces of Lane and Francois to the monastery. Along the way, many disaster-stricken villages and towns needed Fourcade and his army. Duke Montfort had to divide his energy. He stayed behind, so he voluntarily quit.

This is the disadvantage of fighting on their own land. Kemmler and his undead can attack any place in the Gray Mountains at will, while the Knight Kingdom can only actively defend itself more often.

The army needed to be divided to stay in many places, and the Blackstone Stronghold just captured also needed to be garrisoned. When the human dwarf coalition came to the monastery, they had about 20,000 people left.

"Britannia is the former colony of the high elves. To this day, we are still receiving the favor of the high elves. The high elves have established a solid magic circle here to help us seal the Staff of Nagash." Fran Fran Sauva looked at the many damaged city walls, and he continued: "The Holy Grail Knight Pierre-Holy and the two Holy Knights in the monastery are willing to help us, as well as the Lake Goddess Esmer- who is stationed here. Beaumont will also help us, and counting all our troops, there are about twenty-one thousand men."

"We will fight Kemmler and his Tomb Legion here." Ryan whispered.

"Well, the place where everything begins will also be the place where it ends." Francois' blue and white horse's cape fluttered in the mountain wind, and the Duke himself looked serious: "It's time for revenge."

The powerful mountain wind blew through the city wall, and both Ryan and Francois were a little silent. The victory was short-lived. They had just defeated Kemmler near the Blackstone Stronghold, but they had not yet completed their victory. Now the opportunity came.

A scout came from outside. Expeditionary Knight Kalad hurriedly dismounted. He trotted along the city wall and came to Lane and Francois: "My Duke, and Lane, Kemmler and his Tomb Army. We are already on the way here, and we estimate that we will arrive at nightfall."

"Very good." Francois's sea-blue eyes were solemn. He looked at the afternoon sky: "Let us be prepared. How many enemies are there?"

"About 30,000... Also, my Duke, the scouts discovered the figure of the former Duke of Artois, Zilfroy, and the Brotherhood of Boar Knights in the military formation of the Tomb Legion." Kalad hugged his own Cross helmet.

Thirty thousand more! The knights in the lobby felt pressured by this number. In the battle of Blackstone Stronghold, the Tomb Army plus the Mousilon Army had 50,000, and only about 5,000 undead troops retreated. As a result, within a week, Kemmler quickly replenished To 30,000!

"Kemler must have dug up the corpse pit of the Duke of Artois family. He made a desperate move." Francois frowned: "Compared to the 50,000 in the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold, the number of Tomb Legions has been reduced. It's a lot better, but our military strength still doesn't have an advantage."

"It's the same when fighting vampires." Ryan didn't care much about this.

The Primarch of the Gray Knights was deeply ashamed of his inability to take Gul, and he vowed to smash Gul's dead head into his head in this battle.

"Let everyone come to the lobby for a meeting." Francois ordered.

Thirty minutes later, everyone held a meeting in the monastery, and a huge topographic map was placed on the table.

"We must defend the Monastery of La-Maisonel, otherwise once Kemmler seizes the Staff of Nagash, no one can stop him and his undead army. He can easily use the magic power in the staff." Count Antelm of Cuilleu said loudly: "The wave of the undead will flood the entire south of Britannia."

"The bad news is that the scouts told us that Kemmler resurrected the Boar Rider Brotherhood of the entire former Duke of Artois family, which allowed him to replenish a large number of soldiers, and he used a lot of money to hire a group of bandits from the Gray Mountains, about six Hundreds of people." Jerod continued: "The bandits are mainly composed of crossbowmen and archers, which makes up for the lack of long-range firepower in Kemmler's army...at least a little bit~"

"Hahaha~ Let them come!" The Holy Grail Knight stationed at La Messenel Monastery is named Pierre Saint. He is already over a hundred years old and no longer cares about life and death: "I will chop to death everything I see." Every undead bastard, I swear."

"The garrison of the monastery will be handed over to the Holy Watcher of La-Messnel and the dwarf artillerymen in Ryan's army." Francois began to arrange the military formation: "They will deploy all artillery, muskets and trebuchets in the monastery On the city wall, that will be our last line of defense."

"Leave the left wing to you, Ryan. You and your people must withstand the onslaught of the undead army. I will send five thousand people to you." Francois said to Ryan: "If you can, defeat them."

"Understood." Ryan nodded.

"Okay! Leave it to the dwarves!" Belegar poked his head out from under the long table, and raised the Hammer of Angrond in his hand to express receipt.

"The right wing is given to most of the knights from the Dukedom of Antelm and Winford and the Pegasus knights of the Swift Sky Spear Society. You give priority to dealing with the bandits hired by Kemmler. Also, be careful not to get out of touch." Francois Then the arrangements were made: "Kalard, Jerrod, you follow Antelm."

"Yes!" Antelm and Jerrod both nodded.

"I led most of the infantry regiments and archers to stand by in the center to attract the enemy's main force. Kemmler will definitely attack the center at any cost. If he does this, Ryan and Antelm, you should immediately join forces to attack Kemmler. Muller and his army." Francois then ordered: "The artillery on the city wall will provide us with cover and artillery support. Based on my understanding of Kemmler, he will definitely come towards me, just like I also want to crush him to ashes!"

"yes!"

The military meeting ended, it was already afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. The Chivalry Army began to distribute food, inspect equipment, equip weapons, and make nervous preparations.

This will be a battle that determines whether Ryan and Francois can get rid of the Kingdom of Knights from Kemmler's shadow. It will also be a battle that determines the fate of southern Britannia. If they fail here, the whole of Wen The Ford Kingdom and the South will be plunged into a tide of undead until they are completely submerged.

Most of the knights had serious faces, and they all knew the importance of victory or defeat.

Prayers were heard throughout the camp.

Morgiana, the witch of the Lake God, released a powerful spell, a great divine spell. Her spell channeled the divine power from the Lake Fairy. Now, a statue of the Lake Fairy in the monastery holds a cup in both hands, and the golden cup is full. Using the clear and shining potion holy water, the champion knights of the Quinaris Champion Knights Brotherhood will break the protection of the undead Chaos God's Chosen Warriors by smearing the holy water on the surface of their weapons.

After releasing the big spell, Morgiana sat aside with a pale face. Her strength had not yet fully recovered, and she released a big spell that almost emptied all her mana.

Ryan was fully dressed. He originally wanted to have a word with Morgiana, but the knights from the Quinaris Champion Knights Brotherhood were present. This environment was not very convenient, so he had to give up.

After putting on his psychic power armor, Ryan lowered his head and thought about what method he would use next to defeat Gul and Kemmler, as well as the Duke of Mousilon, Mathhubard.

After thinking for a while, his Mjolnir appeared in front of him. He raised his head and saw the face of Kalad. This expeditionary knight had a thin goatee and a smile on his face: "Your Warhammer, it’s so heavy.”

"No, it's your war hammer." Ryan laughed. He reached out to take his Thor's hammer, picked up the divine sword Durandal with the other hand, and handed it to Kalad: "Your sword is my sword, Kalad." Germany, in this war, we do not distinguish between each other, we fight together to protect our country."

"For the land that the lady gave us, for Britannia!" Kalad took the sword from Ryan's hand. The expedition knight hesitated for a moment, then started: "Lyan, can I have a few serious words with you?"

"Please tell me." Ryan and Kalad have met many times, but they really don't communicate much.

"I once had some opinions about you. I thought it was a bit...ridiculous for the lady to choose you as the champion. Britannia does not need such an outsider to serve as the lady's divine champion. We have more powerful young knights." Kalad He stretched out his hand towards Ryan: "But I admire what you have done. Without you, this kingdom would have gone through so many disasters. Brother Ryan, I will not say those false compliments, nor do I like to say them. I’ll let you see how I perform.”

"Thank you..." Ryan also stretched out his hand to shake Kalad's hand: "Let us guard the land given to us by the lady."

"Yeah!" Before Ryan could say anything more, a horn sound suddenly came from outside.

"Beep~woo, beep~woo~"

"That's not the horn of the undead!" Ryan and Kalad looked at each other, and the eyes of the chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake shone brightly: "That's more like..."

After saying that, Ryan ran out immediately.

"Beep~woo~beep~woo~"

The giant eagle screamed across the sky, and a vigorous figure fell from the giant eagle. He wore a pointed helmet with antlers and scales made of the power of sparks. Behind him, a number of An army of about two thousand wood elves appeared in front of the Brittanian knights.

It was an elite army composed of Woodland Guards, Eternal Guards and Deep Forest Scouts. They wore robes and each carried a recurve bow. The riders held high the banner with the territory of the King's Wood and marched in an absolutely orderly manner. The phalanx gradually approached the Abbey of La-Maisonelle.

Francois trotted down the steps with a surprised look on his face: "How...how is this possible?"

Aralos, the proud woodland lord, walked up to the steps and faced many knights. He raised his chin and stood proudly: "Bretonians, I bring greetings from King Orion of the Forest and Queen Alaire. "

"Thousands of years ago, when your Knight King Arthur founded the country, we formed an alliance to fight evil together."

"Thousands of years later, Islay will not sit back and watch the undead raging outside the forest. You once helped us when Kemmler and his undead army attacked the forest, so now, we will also lend a helping hand in this war."

"Eslay will fight with you!"

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