Three weeks later, in the year 2525 of the Empire, midsummer, Montfort Castle, Montfort Castle.
The Paladin Army was gathered here.
The camp of the Paladin Army stretched from one side of the Montfort Castle to the other. As far as the eye could see, there were knights in bright armor. There were many Paladins among them.
Brittany would come out in full force for this battle.
“Makeway！ MakewayfortheKing！”
“Makeway！”
“TheKingishere！”
“Hiretoyou，sire！”
“Yes，yourmajesty！”
A group of Old Guard dragoons and Paladins surrounded the Knight King, Laing, and the Knight King. Suria entered the camp together. Tsar Katarín, Speaker Veronica, and the acting commander of the Old Guard, Raymond, followed behind him. Laing's personal flag and the Old Guard's tricolor flag fluttered.
"Berchemund, how many?" Laing saw Duke Berchemund, who was arranging for the camp to be set up.
"Three thousand Bastogne knights, fifteen thousand Gissoleiox knights, and one thousand Montfort, my majesty!" Duke Berchemund roared.
"François?"
"Vanford has brought four hundred knights. Carcassonne and Bereon have brought two thousand, your majesty." The old father-in-law was wearing a full body armor with mithril runes. He waved at Laing.
"Your Majesty, Bordero has brought three thousand five hundred knights!" Duke Fedmond of Bordero shouted.
"Two thousand three hundred Muxilon knights!" Kalad replied.
"What about Palawon and the Duchy of the North?"
"About six thousand. Sir Lauan will arrive tomorrow."
"Very good!"
The Sun King's tent was set up above the Axebite Pass. The red, blue, and gold tent reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.
Leon and Sulia stood on a high ground and looked down at the hundreds of miles of camp below. The Sun King smiled and held his wife's hand. "24000 knights, more than half of what I expected."
"24000 knights each have their own attendants, plus the field army and your direct troops, plus the 12000 Norsk Dwarves and 5000 Aleil Vanguard. My dear, we are now the hope of the world." Suria looked at her husband proudly. She silently leaned on Laing's shoulder. "A hundred and fifty thousand soldiers?"
"You can't do that, my wife." Laing shook his head. "We have to leave some people behind to guard the house. A hundred thousand is the most we can do."
"Yes."
The couple silently looked at the magnificent scene above the peaks until Morgiana, the Lake Goddess Witch, came up from behind. "Laing, Suria, I've issued a call for the Holy War in the name of the Lady. Two hundred and thirty Grail Knights have arrived."
"That's enough. You've worked hard, Morgiana." Laing turned around and looked at Morgiana with his blue eyes. This woman, who had also been with him for thirty years and was the first Chosen of the Lake Goddess, had arrived in Montfort early.
"Don't say that, Laing. This is my own choice." Morgiana took a deep breath. The Lake Goddess Witch whispered, "I'll be with you until the end."
Laing wanted to say that he would let Lilith arrange for her retirement after this war, but he thought that it would be unlucky and could only give up.
Morgiana rode the unicorn Hillfane to arrange the Grail Knights' encampment.
"My Wizard Legion is also ready," Veronica followed. Veronica followed. The delicate female council leader did not dare to act rashly in front of Sulia, the empress. "You didn't choose to bring the mother and daughter with you?"
"Compared to fighting with us, it's more suitable for Aurora and Teresa to stay behind." Laing nodded and pointed not far away. "As for the Ice Witch, we already have one."
Tsar, Katarina, was leading her Kislöw Guards and the Frost Guards to assemble. It was now midsummer, and the Ice Witch's combat power was very weak. Probably only Katarina herself could exert a part of her combat power with the power of blood. Because of this, Laing did not plan to bring Aurora and Teresa. They would stay behind.
Suria's expression changed. Knight King then stretched out his finger with a smile that was not a smile and began to pick out the soft flesh on Laing's waist. Laing hurriedly begged for mercy, "Madam! Don't, I'm doing this for our Knight King's Kingdom. "
"Is it for the Knight King's Kingdom, or for you to spread your seeds throughout the world?" Suria smiled brightly. "Lower Half Castle? Let me think, it seems that the future heirs of the Old World's three great countries will be your children? "
"That's just a coincidence, just a coincidence." Laing hurriedly pressed his wife's small hand down from his waist.
"Your Excellency, is this your army?" Gray Knight Supreme Mentor Cardo Diego came in front of Laing and bowed to Laing and Suria. Diego didn't know anything else, but he knew about Suria's "mother". This was the daughter-in-law that the Emperor had personally recognized.
"I know what you want to say. I have an honorable task for you." Laing spent some time helping Diego remove the chaos curse on his body, but because of the urgency of the matter, he had to attack, so he did not completely remove it. "According to the investigation, there are still some Skaven ratmen's nests under the Gray Mountain Range. Go and arrange for those rats."
"Yes." Diego also went down.
"Your Majesty, the Norska dwarves have arrived."
"Alright, send the order to the Supreme Commander for a meeting in my main tent."
"Yes."
Laing and Suria continued to look at the camp at the foot of the mountain, while the crystallization of their love, Devonshire, stood not far away, silently looking at his parents. Laing's youngest son did not have the usual playful or lively look on his face. He was abnormally silent, thinking about something, just like his uncle Zhuang Sen, thinking about his own little secret.
On the left side of Devonshire, the Wood Elven Army, Alaier's Vanguard, was gathering under the orders of the Twilight Sisters. This army had suffered severe losses recently, not because of the war, but because of the death of the Wood Elven Queen Alaier and her rebirth in Alariel's body. Some of the Wood Elves chose to follow the Eternal Queen to Ossouin, and some chose to return to the forest to guard their queen's body. About half of them left. The Twilight Sisters could not stop this, nor did they intend to stop it.
On the right side of Devonshire, the tricolor flag of the Old Guard fluttered high. This legendary Brittany unit was under the command of the acting commander-in-chief, Raymond. The morale of the soldiers was extremely high, and they were eager to fight.
Another legendary unit, the Swift Spear Society, was stationed here with 128 Royal Pegasus Knights. The Pegasus always liked to stay in high places.
The Estalian militia led by Duke Juan Carlos of Magritte had also arrived. He led a group of Estalian knights, Eagle Knights, Spear of Justice Knights, and a group of Scorching Sun Knights to prepare for an expedition.
The low-key Devonshire looked at his parents' lovey-dovey appearance with a bit of disdain on his face, and then he sighed silently.
The Twilight Sisters' clothes changed from cheongsam to leather armor, cloaks, and boots, but their stockings remained the same. "What are you looking at, Devonshire?" "Share with us."
"I'm looking at … a wall that I don't know how to overcome." Devonshire whispered, "Sister Nestra, Sister Alohan, do you see it?"
"Wall? What wall? I don't see it. Can you point it out to me? "" No wall can stop our Forest Dragon's Breath. We just have to destroy it. "The Twilight Sisters' attitude was as clear as ever.
"An unsurpassable wall of domination." Devhill shook his head with a bitter smile as he looked at his father's body, which was not very imposing, but was extremely oppressive.
When is Father going to pass the throne to me?
Is he really going to let me be the crown prince for a hundred years?
When is Grandfather going to call Father and Mother back? Could he ask her about it?
Devonshire's youngest son thought about everything in his mind. He secretly planned: I must perform well in this ultimate battle of justice to aid the Empire. Only then will Father feel reassured to hand this over to me.
Fifteen minutes later, the Brittany High Command gathered in Laing's red-and-blue gold-topped tent.
Everyone discussed the military plan to aid the Empire.
The Holy War Army of the Knights would cross the Axe Pass between the Grey Mountains and gather at Bogenhafen in Rick's territory. This was not the fastest route, but the news from Wester's territory proved that Marlinburg was besieged. Hordes of demons had already occupied the entire wetland. When maintaining the speed of the march was the most important thing, there was no benefit in fighting against the fallen creatures.
"We will divide the Holy War Army into several parts." Laing said to everyone. "The Axe Pass can only take thirty thousand soldiers at a time. Otherwise, logistical problems will arise. Kalad, you and Laun will go first. Our army will follow behind."
"Yes!" Kalad stood up to accept.
"We Norsk Dwarves don't need to go through the Axe Pass," Baldur Dwarves said. The Norsk Dwarven Monarch Baldur said. The young Dwarven Monarch said in a deep voice, "We will go to the other side of the mountain through the underground network and meet you in Bogenhafen."
"I will let those Chaos barbarians know how powerful we are!" Baldur's younger brother Thor held a Troll's Hammer grenade launcher in his hand. He said arrogantly, "We will first test the power of this thing. Hit the trolls, one at a time!"
"Very good." Laing was quite interested in this large grenade launcher. "But why haven't I seen it before?"
"Because grenades are afraid of water."
"Huh?" Laing was stunned.
"Grenades are afraid of water," Thor repeated. "This Troll's Hammer grenade launcher is afraid of water or wet environments, so it can't be used under certain circumstances."
"Grenades are the best in the world when it comes to being afraid of water!" Clayon suddenly said something that no one understood.
However, they were used to Knight King saying things that no one understood. Devonshire continued, "Dad, Sister Nestra and Sister Alohan's army will also reach the other side of the mountain through the roots of the Oak of Ages."
"Very good. You will go with them." Laing was about to continue arranging the military situation when there was a sudden noise and hurried footsteps outside the tent. Two hunters rushed in with two new Brittany nobles. They were wearing black robes, shirts, trousers, and black triangular hats.
"Wait, there is a military meeting inside. You can't go in!" Raymond, the acting commander of the Old Guard, stood up immediately. The two Old Guard crossed their halberds and stopped the newcomers.
"Loyal! Sincere! " The hunters from Palawon quickly saluted, and the two new nobles in black showed their faces.
"Geklan? Brighton? "Raymond was shocked.
Weren't they the two sons of Marshal Bertrand?
Looking at their black clothes, black hats, and black robes, Raymond suddenly thought of something. His eyes turned red. "Your Majesty, Geklan and Brighton, the sons of Marshal Bertrand, request an audience!"
"Let them in." Laing's voice came from inside.
Geklan and Brighton's footsteps were scattered. When they saw the Sun King sitting in the middle, the two sons of Marshal Bertrand burst into tears. They knelt on one knee and cried, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty … I … Your Majesty! "
"… You?" Laing stood up. Everyone present stood up.
"Father … Father died of illness in Nottingham Castle two days ago!" Geklan and Brighton's faces were full of tears. Bertrand's two sons could not help but kowtow and say, "Before he died, he said that he regretted that he could no longer accompany His Majesty to kill enemies with Tal's Bow! But he was favored by His Majesty all his life and was greatly promoted. He became His Majesty's marshal as a fugitive slave, the commander of the Old Guard. He was already satisfied. Father said that he still remembered the day you conferred him the title of marshal. He said … life was just like that. His last wish was to scatter his ashes in the Chalon River. "
Before Geklan and Brighton could finish, Raymond and Callard, who had the best relationship with Bertrand and had cooperated with him the most, were already overcome with grief. They could not help but cry. They just silently wiped away their tears with their fingers.
The two old dukes, Bohemond and Francois, remained silent. Lauren let out a long sigh and shook his head.
Six of the ten marshals were gone.
Laing and Suria's eyes were also red. Since the beginning of the Final Moment, how many heroes and soldiers had been buried on the battlefield? Countless. Even Laing's personal Old Guard had changed three or four batches. Most of the earliest batch of Old Guard had died in battle, and a few had retired. There were not many veterans who had followed Laing in the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition left.
The army was still gathering for the Ultimate Battle of Chivalry, but Laing had lost another marshal under his command. Looking at the marshal's scepter and marshal's robe on the silver plate that Geklan and Brighton had brought, the Sun King slowly reached out and motioned for his attendant to take it.
That night, a heavy bell tolled in the castle of Montfort.
Dong ~
Dong ~
Dong ~
The interval between the bell was long, as if it was telling the history of the past in an ancient language.
In the camp of the Knights' Crusade Army, whether it was the knights, freedmen, serfs, dwarves, or wood elves, they all understood something. They put down what they were doing and paid their last respects to the grassroots marshal.
Surrounding the scene of the funeral ceremony, the Old Guard crazily crowded outside the ceremony. The sound of crying and wailing went straight from the camp's gate.
More than two hundred Knights of the Holy Grail and Brittany's great nobles all knelt on one knee, holding their swords with one hand and pointing their swords downwards.
Dong ~
Dong ~
Dong ~
The Brittany marshal, the Earl of Nottingham, the Chosen One of Tarr, the Green Arrow, the former Bergerac Bandits, Bertrand had died.
His death also cast a shadow over this Ultimate Battle of Chivalry.
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