Templar Sun King

It was unfortunate that Adam came to York, the private domain. On the second day of his arrival, there was a movement in the noble council.

"The army of the noble council has set off from Yeoman, with a number of about 10,000, led by Gwenda of the Church of Dawn himself. It is expected to arrive near the Ash Forest to attack Griffin City in half a month." This is Adam from Information obtained from those placed in the Council of Nobles.

The Golden Sword Saint Gwenda personally led the army to attack the Griffin Principality, and the battle between the noble council and the Griffin Principality is about to begin.

The strange thing is that Adam's first reaction after hearing the news was not nervousness and fear, but excitement, the excitement of unifying Celtic. Perhaps subconsciously, he hopes to unify Celtic as soon as possible and become the real Celtic master and king, not the current Grand Duke Griffin. It can only be said that with the improvement of strength and the growth of power, a flame called ambition burns and continues to grow.

The Griffin Principality is not unprepared for this, and the first troops have already been stationed in York. Just because York's capacity is limited, the number of troops stationed here is only two thousand.

There are a full two thousand people, and they are still energetic young soldiers. They consume a lot of materials every day. Based on York's own material supply alone, it can only be said that it is a bit reluctant. What's more, there are more troops to come next, Adam thought that the logistics supply needs to be taken over by Griffin City.

The long-stored supplies in the sanctuary space finally have a chance to come in handy. As the first building built by Adam in the sanctuary space, the farm can provide 2* the number of militia units per month at the beginning, after Adam's occupation level is upgraded to level 11, this number becomes 5* the number of militia units unit.

After deducting the daily consumption of the troops, the remaining materials still pile up several storage rooms. If the Principality is under pressure in terms of logistical supplies, supplies from the sanctuary space can effectively relieve the pressure, and there are no transportation problems.

"Fox, help me notify Arras, the War Department, and the Senate so they can arrange for the army to come as soon as possible."

The Ministry of War, the latest establishment after the establishment of the Griffin Principality, is the highest institution in charge of the deployment of the entire public army. In theory, it is parallel to the administrative system and the Senate of the first ruling leadership, and directly accepts Adam's leadership.

The name of the Ministry of War was thought up by Arras, according to him "the only purpose of the existence of the army is war, conquest, conquest, conquest"! So after a simple discussion, the name of the War Department was decided.

The current Minister of War is Andrew, the Golden Sword Saint of the Griffin Principality, and the Holy Knight of the Templar Space. The position of Minister of War itself requires a strong, prestige and cohesive leader, and Andrew is the best candidate. Moreover, the Griffin Principality is about to enter a period of war, and the appeal of a Golden Sword Saint is amazing.

Just like Adam's transformation and adjustment of Griffin City, the other six cities are undergoing transformation and adjustment in the same way after becoming part of the Griffin Principality. The original six city lords entered the central power center of the Senate, and the deputy city lord accepted Adam's appointment as the new city lord and served as the consul. The overall power was smaller than the original one. If there is no accident, in the future, the city lords of all cities will be appointed by Adam himself, or appointed by the Senate, and will no longer accept the challenge system.

As for the local army, all original formations were cancelled, and the army in charge of garrisoning the city was directly disbanded and reorganized into a sheriff and city defense force, responsible for the daily security management and maintaining the stability of the city. The other legions were broken up and reorganized, and each established a legion, the second to seventh legions of the Griffin Principality, each legion numbering about 10,000. The legion commander is temporarily held by the original personnel, but obviously this position is more suitable for soldiers of the real silver rank, whether it is appeal or strength.

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As February drew to a close, the armies of the House of Lords met for the first time with the Second Legion and mercenaries of the Griffin Duchy.

Mercenaries are a Celtic or Yupler tradition, hiring a group of adventurers to share the pressure of the army on the battlefield during times of war. The War Ministry recruited mercenaries across the country the day after receiving the news of the noble council sending troops.

Wesker is one of the adventurers who successfully passed the recruitment test. Unlike the previous practice of joining the mercenary army only by registration and strength appraisal, the recruitment of the Griffin Principality this time is obviously more stringent. Fortunately, he passed. This middle-aged adventurer from Mangler has the strength of a high-ranking black iron, and he admires Adam the Griffin very much, although the latter is almost half his age.

The middle-aged adventurer had participated in many adventures of various sizes before, and he thought that the battle with the noble council was not substantially different from the previous battles until the moment he set foot on the battlefield.

The mercenaries and the army of the noble council were fighting in a valley on the edge of the Ash Forest. After seeing each other, the two sides shouted at the same time, waving their weapons to kill each other.

Wesker shouted loudly among the crowd, and immediately raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed at the opponent after seeing the opponent's soldiers. The opponent was fighting with another adventurer, and he didn't find his sneak attack. In fact, even if he found it, there was no other pair of hands to defend against his attack. Warm blood spilled out of his chest along with the drawn long sword, and the opponent's body fell softly to the ground.

"Nice job, mate," the adventurer said to Wesker, and charged at the other soldier. The soldier who was attacked by him dropped the sword in his hand and tightly covered the wound on his chest, but the chaotic crowd soon trampled him underfoot.

Wesker felt a pain in his back, and what he had done to others a minute earlier had quickly come to himself.

He turned around quickly and blocked the opponent's second sword. The other party was a young soldier with red eyes, roaring and attacking him. The wound on his back made the middle-aged adventurer feel powerless, and every time he swung the long sword, the wound would be involved, which made him feel a piercing pain. Fortunately, his years of adventure as an adventurer made him grit his teeth, so that he could concentrate on the battle in front of him until a sword cut him to death.

He didn't have time to deal with his wounds, and soon a new enemy rushed forward. People kept falling, mercenaries and noble councils. He also saw the fall of a young warrior who shouted before the battle that he could go to the tavern to have a good drink after receiving the salary for his employment, and he could not receive his share of the reward in person.

This is war!

The middle-aged adventurer finally discovered that none of the adventure battles he participated in in the past could compare with the current scene. It was tragic and cruel, and this was only a battle of less than a thousand people. What would a real war of tens of thousands look like. In less than two minutes, there were multiple wounds on Wesker's body, and the number of people who died under his sword slowly climbed to five.

Physical strength was gradually lost, the muscles of his hands were shaking, and every wound sent a tingling message in his brain, clamoring for rest and escape. The middle-aged adventurer roared, and with tenacious willpower, he raised his long sword to meet the next enemy's attack.

"They're about to fail!" he heard the Overseer shout, as he was pulling his sword from the body of a nobleman's council soldier, splattering his face with red liquid. The Overseer's words made Wesker suddenly full of power, shouting and kicking the enemy's stomach, and piercing him with a sword at the moment he fell to the ground.

call out! An almost transparent wind blade flew from nowhere, and the head of the Overseer flew high, spraying a column of blood.

Magician! There are magicians in the opposing army!

Wesker felt a chill in his neck, as if a wind blade flew out of nowhere and cut off his head in the next moment. As long as they are not approached, magicians always have the advantage in the same rank. Especially now, he doesn't even know where the other's Storm Mage is hiding and using spells to sneak attack.

"Where is the archer?" Wesker couldn't help shouting, the magician had to get rid of it as soon as possible.

call out! call out! Two more wind blades flew from the same direction, cutting off the heads of the two adventurers who were too late to react.

"Damn we don't have a mage here!" An archer complained in a low voice and came to Wesk. "We don't know where the mage is. Of course, even if we know, we can't do anything about it."

"Are you carrying a toy on your back?" Wesker yelled at him.

"Be careful!" The other party yelled at him, Wesker hurriedly lay on the ground, and a wind blade flew over his head.

"There!" The middle-aged adventurer who was lying on the ground saw a figure in the corner of the valley, with a wand and leather armor. He was definitely a magician.

"You want to kill that mage?" the archer asked in surprise as he blocked the enemy's attack with the dagger in his hand.

"Nonsense, do you want to wait in line for your head to be chopped off?" Wesker didn't know where the strength came from, and the combined archers killed the attacking soldiers and ran in the direction of the magician. It was not easy, and there were other soldiers on the road who stopped him.

"Mage, kill that storm mage!" The middle-aged adventurer shouted, trying to expose the mage's location to be known to more people. The battle became more chaotic. Fortunately, the adventurers were not directly headed by the owl after being reminded, but it was unavoidable that there would be more open wounds on the body. The mage's long-range attack is really abominable!

"Damn~www.readwn.com~ Shoot your arrows quickly!" If it weren't for the conditions, Wesker would want to grab the arrows from the dawdling archers and shoot them himself.

"No, he keeps running and I can't aim."

"Then rush up with me, idiot." The middle-aged adventurer tried his best to block the attack from the noble council and create opportunities for the archers. Large and small wounds made him weaker and weaker, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts supported him to continue fighting.

call out! A wind blade slashed a bone-deep wound on his left arm, but it also provided an opportunity for the archer.

"Shot!" The other party yelled, and Wesker felt his strength quickly drain, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Hey bro, wake up, you're right, I did it! I killed a mage!"

It's so noisy, Wesk thought, knowing that this is a battlefield, but what he wants to do most is close his eyes, don't care about anything, and have a good sleep. Before closing his eyes, he saw streaks of milky white holy light falling from the sky. (To be continued.)