Proof of the Sun King

Two days later, the caravan set off.

Nearly 30 carriages, hundreds of horses, and hundreds of people marched out of the city in a mighty way. Harald was standing on the tower, shaking his head with a bad look. These caravans would have gone to sea at his port, so he He can receive a large amount of taxes, but now everything is ruined because of the closure of the port, he can only make a fortune from these businessmen, and then let them go.

"Mr. Boris, who are you?" Ryan found that Boris, the head of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group, and several wounded people packed up and left in the other direction.

"We?" Boris smiled awkwardly: "The few of us may not be able to help you on the road. Mr. Lane, I thought I could still do some work. But..."

After speaking, Boris hesitated for a moment, obviously he had not fully recovered from the injuries he suffered during the battle with the Beastmen.

After the exchange, Ryan learned that Boris planned to bring the wounded including Banda back to the Nord capital, Winter City, to recuperate, and there would be a few healthy mercenaries to take care of him.

"I understand, I wish you good luck." Ryan understood him.

"Also, tell Ms. Trovik for me that the favor our Blood Axe mercenary group owes them to Garland has been paid off. We don't want to have any more contact with them in the future." Boris said on his face. Without showing any expression, he slowly turned his eyes away and looked at the way back, his voice contained sadness: "The Jialan Council has given us a lot, but it has demanded more from us, and it is time to end it. "

"Okay, I'll pass it on for you." Ryan didn't say anything. It's not unusual for spellcasters to give favors in return. He just watched a few people leave.

The gray blade mercenary group led by Bilger walked at the forefront, and he himself rode a fast horse to lead the convoy for half an hour, followed by the guards and the blood axe mercenary group, followed by the merchant and the sorceress. There is Ryan and the others in the middle, and the last tail is maneuvered by the guards and a few wandering knights.

It wasn't long since I left the town, and the road was not easy to walk. The wheels of the carriage constantly ran over some small stones and the raised roadside, and the young man in the carriage was shaking in pain.

　　“啊啊啊啊啊！疼疼疼！！！”马车里面的少年大声喊疼，他的一条手臂缠满绷带，挂在胸前，显然是伤势不清。

It's Banda from the Blood Axe Mercenary Group. The little mercenary was injured in the battle at the wharf. Now he can only rest in the car. Fortunately, it's not serious, just a hard injury.

"I said Simon, after I heard that the lord of Kalzenhaven held a banquet! Did you go?" Banda felt very depressed. He lay in the hospital bed and thought countless times that Ms. Trovik would visit him. But the truth is that the sorceress never appeared.

"I didn't go, how can I go? That's where the 'higher people' go, how can we people be qualified?" Simon shook his head: "But the head of the regiment and the deputy head of the regiment went, they said it was a normal person It's just a banquet."

"Yeah, the regimental commander didn't come back until the next morning." Banda looked at the cloudy weather outside the carriage and sighed: "I was lucky enough to save my life, Hans, Rem, and Bowser. Ermer, they've all..."

The little mercenary remembered the mercenary group partners who died before, and the battle with the beastmen. The number of the blood axe mercenary group has changed from fifty people to more than thirty now, and twenty people are forever. left them.

"Actually... When the regimental commander came back yesterday, he said that he regretted it. He regretted taking over Ms. Trovik's commission. The price we paid was too great." Simon checked his hand crossbow. And put sword oil on your short sword.

"By the way, that... Did Ms. Trovik..." Banda hesitated for a while, but still asked.

"No, it's the knight... Well, Mr. Lane asked how you're recovering." Simon didn't look very good when he mentioned Lane. He thought it was disgraceful to be forced to apologize to the veteran on the dock that day. thing.

The convoy continued to walk, and the current section of the road is still safe for the time being.

"It seems like it's going to snow again, this weather." Ryan rode his tall horse, Pinecone. He could feel that the sky was never getting better, and he was a little worried in his heart.

Yesterday at the banquet, Villard told him some very bad news. The barbarians in the north once again gathered their troops and went south.

This is not the problem, after all, the Nords have been used to fighting the northern barbarians all day long for many years.

What really caught Ryan's attention was what Villard said.

"The city wall of Storm Fortress was found to have some kind of mutation. In some parts of the city wall that have been attacked all the time, the defenders found that the city wall had grown eyes and tentacles, and seemed to have self-awareness. It was eroded by the flesh and blood of those Chaos believers, so under the auspices of the Church of Justice, the walls of Storm Fortress will be demolished and rebuilt after being burned by fire."

But at this point in time, the northern barbarians attacked, and Ryan felt that there might be some connection between them.

Forget it, he couldn't think clearly for a while. The man shook his head and shook the messy thoughts out of his mind. Only then did he realize that some snowflakes had been thrown from his hair.

It snowed again.

"A teacher of balance, the weather is really strange recently." Ryan casually smiled at the Druid riding on the road.

Yes, on this trip, the ill-tempered Druid "Tree Planter" Eldrade will travel with everyone. The reason is very simple. The Druid was expelled by Villard. After arriving at Kalzenhaven, he had no place to stay for the time being, so he and Oliver agreed to set out with the caravan.

"Nature's whispers need to be heard, she's wailing, a terrible storm is sweeping..." Eldrade whispered, and Ryan interrupted him immediately: "Enough is enough, Master of Nature. , please speak in plain language, okay? Mr. Eldridge won't be as difficult to communicate as you are."

"Eldridge? You know him?" The Druid was a little puzzled, then nodded, still in a bad tone: "It's chaotic energy. Chaos energy is blowing in the sky, causing it to be cloudy and snowy now."

"Ancient Tree Walker" Eldridge is a few "agents" of the Church of Nature who walk outside, and it makes sense that Ryan would know him.

"Haha~" Ryan just squinted his eyes and smiled, this group of people from the Church of Nature is really not likable.

When picking a fruit or putting on clothes can be interpreted as an offense to nature, when this group of people can directly trample the basic kingdom law of the independence and freedom of citizens' property for the so-called "natural balance", Lane believes that any It's hard for people to have a good impression of them.

How similar it is to those petty security guards.

The "communication" between Ancient Tree Walker and Ryan was also quite pleasant, because after Ryan hung him from the tree, he was willing to talk to Ryan well.

Without speculating for a while, Ryan noticed that the wandering knights at the back of the team had slipped into the middle of the team at some point: "Gentlemen? Shouldn't you be at the back and pay attention to the safety of the rear of the team?"

The leader was Ike. He was trying to spy on what was in the carriage in the middle of the team. Hearing Ryan's words, he sneered and said, "Lord Knight, where did we go, we haven't entered the forest yet, you see. Are we..."

"Please fulfill your responsibilities seriously. I won't care about you this time. Please keep at least three people at the end of the team at any time!" Ryan said angrily.

The words of the kingdom knights are still very effective. The few wandering knights look at me and I look at you, all nodded and returned to the end of the team.

The curtain of the carriage next to the horses was lifted: "If it weren't for Mr. Ryan, I really wouldn't dare to walk with these guys."

"Mr. Oliver must know that they occasionally do other things." Both the merchant and the knight knew what they were talking about, and they smiled at each other.

"I don't mind taking a few more sets of armor and war horses." Ryan whispered.

"I don't mind helping Mr. Lane introduce some buyers to sell things out, and I can charge no commission." Oliver also matched the code.

It seems that a tacit agreement has been reached.

"Tsk! Dirty deal." The sorceress's faint contempt came from the carriage on the other side.

After two days of rest, the sorceress's body has recovered a lot, and Ryan can already feel the strong magic fluctuations in her body.

Hearing Teresa's voice, Oliver immediately shut up subconsciously, but Ryan changed the subject: "It's snowing outside, keep warm."

"If it's too cold outside, you can come and rest in the carriage. Well, I'm going to meditate." The sorceress's beautiful face flashed through the curtain.

"Wow~ it's really cold!" A black-robed man rode up from behind on a horse: "Even on the mountain of our tribe, it wouldn't be so cold in October."

The black-robed man's face was painted with oil paint, the hair on the temples was cleanly shaved, the hair on the top of his head was tied into dreadlocks, and so was his beard - the thick long beard was all tied into small braids and spread over the chest.

He was wearing thick leather armor, then a brown deerskin coat, and some animal teeth were strung in necklaces on his strong chest. He carried a long spear and a long bow behind him, and a short knife around his waist. Look at him. He was not young when he woke up, his complexion was dark, his face was old-fashioned, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were stretched by the owner's laughter: "You are the White Wolf Knight 'Sledgehammer' Ryan, right? I know you."

"Who are you?" The black-robed man knew that he would not be surprised. The Nord Kingdom actively promoted Ryan's publicity, and he was very well-known in this place.

"Haha~ I'm Roster, from the Blue Wolf Tribe. Mr. Oliver hired me to be his bodyguard." The black-robed man was very forthright. From it floated out: "Are you going to take a bite, brother?"

"No, thank you, I don't usually drink on an empty stomach."

"That's a pity." Rost picked up the kettle and took a big gulp: "This is a fine wine blessed by the shaman of our tribe, and it's brewed with malt!"

"Tribe, shaman? Are you, from the north?" Ryan looked at Rost's sturdy arms. He was 1.9 meters tall. If 1.8 meters tall, Ryan looked well-proportioned, but he was actually very strong. type, then Rost is completely tall and muscular.

There are quite a few Nords of this size, but not many with rapeseed and dreadlocks.

"Yes, I've been here for hundreds of years. I'm a barbarian." Roster spread his hands naturally, and then immediately added: "It's a canonized barbarian. Our previous patriarch, Murray, was in the battle of Fasha. He was active in the middle and was canonized as an Imperial Knight by His Majesty Ludwig!”

No wonder this barbarian dared to struttingly come out for activities. It turned out to be officially recognized, right? Lane thought so.

The northern barbarians did not always worship the evil **** of Chaos, they also once had their own gods and their own beliefs.

After the arrival of Chaos, the northern barbarians were indeed the first group of people to kneel at the feet of the Heretic God. In addition to being closest to the Gate of Chaos, the environment in the northern wasteland is really too bad. It is also an important reason. It is too cold. If the Nord side is warm for three months a year, the northern wasteland is cold all year round, the land is almost uncultivated, and life is always very difficult.

Even though the vast majority of barbarians chose to surrender to Chaos, there were still a few barbarians who were unwilling to surrender to Chaos, so they chose to leave their hometowns. There are many barbarian tribes who moved inwards in Nord's territory, and most of them were unwilling to surrender. They went to the city and mixed with others, so with the permission of the king, they established their own settlements and lived in high mountains or desolate canyons. Many tribes still retained the most primitive beliefs, and even Ryan had seen the beasts. God's sacrificial ceremony, it is necessary to know that the **** of beasts has fallen when Chaos descends, but these tribes still adhere to this custom.

But this thing is not certain, because the gods are very powerful beings, and it is difficult for them to die in the true sense. Some gods will leave themselves the means of reincarnation, and some gods will choose to give up part of their power. Save yourself and feign death.

Even if the god's body falls, as long as some of his power still exists in the world, everything will turn around.

"Is that so... For hundreds of years, have you all been doing well?" Ryan looked at the mist-shrouded Huodalan Mountain in the distance. The mountain range was not particularly towering, but it spread far and wide. What else is waiting for them.

"It's okay, the days are tough here, but the great Snow Lady is with us, and we can keep it going." Rost caught a snowflake with his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and posted it on his own On his face, let it slowly melt: "It is the power of the goddess that shields us from depravity."

"But your goddess has never woken up since then." Ryan whispered, the ice and snow goddess always sleeps forever. Except for occasionally getting a little oracle from the goddess when she wakes up, the barbarians don't actually get any benefits. But to contribute a lot of faith and sacrifices.

It's ironic, isn't it?

But if there is no faith, human beings will not be able to unite powerfully, and without faith, human beings will not be able to summon the courage to fight against the incomparably powerful evil **** of chaos and the erosion of darkness.

"Faith makes us strong." Estelle rode a horse and appeared beside the crowd. The half-elf rode on a tall horse, with a hood and an exquisite moon-white cloak and goose-yellow robe from elves. The shape was elegant and the tone was soothing: "There is news from Bilger that we can stay overnight at the reserved place tonight, there is no one there, just..."

"Just what? Don't tell me there's no one, but there are monsters!" Oliver, who was sitting at the front of the carriage, exclaimed exaggeratedly. The guards and mercenaries burst into laughter when they heard it, and everyone's eyes were on Ace. on Tel.

They are also waiting for answers.

"The dilapidated village where the hunters and the former caravans stayed was destroyed. It was very serious. I think... maybe many of us have to sleep in the open air at night." The half-elf was still smiling: "So, everyone move. Hurry up, get to the campsite as soon as possible, and we can fix as many houses as possible for everyone to live in at night!"

"That's good! Speed ​​up!"

"Hurry up!"

"Accelerate~"

When the sun left its last rays on the top of the mountain, the huge motorcade finally approached the campsite tonight.