Chapter 426: The Sun Is Going Down

The huge sun wheel gradually sank near the distant mountains, and the jagged mountain fronts stretched in the distance, bulging on the ground like an irregular spine, and the brilliance of the setting sun plated a hazy line on this spine. Obscure bright edge, and as the huge sun slowly sinks, the color of this bright edge is becoming more and more deep and dreamy.

It's a wonderful view - only from the highest tower of the Rock Fortress can it be seen in its entirety.

However, at this moment, Sir Maryland was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty in front of him.

On the tower of the fortress, Sir Maryland was looking away from the mountains on the west side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giant beast with strong wings, mighty white feathers, and a blue-black tie coming out of the corner of his eye. Fly from afar.

I hope there is good news - the general guarding the fortress couldn't help but meditate in his heart.

After a while, when the sun sank by a third, a personal soldier finally hurried up the tower and handed a sealed document to Sir Maryland, "General! reply!"

Sir Maryland immediately took the paperwork, quickly tore it apart, and looked at the finely and ornately written words on it, line by line, while his brows furrowed a little in the process.

The personal soldiers who delivered the documents had followed Sir Maryland for many years and understood every expression of Sir Maryland. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask, "General...what does it say on this?"

"The gentlemen of the royal capital are finally willing to send a knight brigade..." Sir Maryland said in annoyance. "There is only one knight brigade."

"A brigade of knights?"

"Eighty knights and their entourage," Sir Maryland put aside the paperwork, rather gnashing his teeth, "Do you think the battalion of knights sent by the city of Saint-Sunil will be full?"

"What's the use of that?!" The soldiers exclaimed in disbelief. "There are more than this number of knights who died in the first round of skyfire explosions on the gravel ridge..."

"Of course I know, but it's no use what we say," Sir Maryland interrupted his personal soldiers, looking at this trusted confidant, shaking his head and sighing, "In fact, there were no reinforcements at all. This team of knights is supported by the Prince of Wales on a personal basis, just to maintain face."

The soldier asked subconsciously, "Why..."

However, Sir Maryland did not respond to him. The high-ranking knight who had served the royal family directly for many years and had a dignified appearance, but now frowns all day long just waved his hand vigorously, then turned around and left the high tower.

After walking down the spiral downward stairs of the tower, through the narrow and cramped "Sword Corridor", Sir came to the southern city wall of the fortress. He walked along the city wall, and in the middle of the city wall, he saw a familiar figure.

Viscount Carroll was standing on the edge of the city wall, staring into the distance in a trance.

This once high-spirited young aristocrat who had the reputation of sassy and suave throughout the southern border has long lost his dashing appearance. Although he has put on a clean and tidy satin coat again and his face has recovered, there is an indescribable feeling. The deep pressure of the man haunted him, making him stand there like a statue battered by the wind and rain.

Viscount Carroll, who seemed to have aged twenty years overnight, stood there in a thin coat at the height of summer, staring motionless to the south until Sir Maryland stood behind him,

He didn't react at all.

Sir Maryland had to break the silence: "My friend, you are looking south again."

Viscount Carroll trembled, seeing that it was Sir Maryland, he shook his head with a wry smile, raised his finger and pointed to the rolling hills to the south, "From there, there is a road in the woods, and you can reach me by three days on horseback. The Midsummer Manor... three more days, it's my castle..."

Sir Maryland looked seriously into Viscount Carroll's eyes. "My friend, this is a dangerous idea, and the South is quite dangerous now!"

"I know, I know, the people of the Cecil family are taking over the land of the entire southern border, one manor by one manor, and driving out the knights and retainers we left behind from the castle... I'm afraid there are already many knights and The retainers are all loyal to their new masters," Viscount Carroll sighed, his eyes slowly withdrawing from the distance, "The south is both home and a nightmare for me. I have been dreaming these days, dreaming of returning to the castle, and then Burned to death in the castle..."

Sir Maryland shook his head. "Perhaps you should learn to take the pressure off yourself like Viscount Consco and Viscount Marioland."

"Decompress yourself with alcohol and potions? Or go find some high-class prostitutes in the city? I don't want to die in a wine vat or on a woman's belly," Viscount Carroll shook his head in pain, and then seemed to suddenly remember What, there was a ray of light in his eyes, and he grabbed Sir Maryland's hand, "That's right! Sir, I just saw the gryphon messenger fly into the nest tower. Is there news from the capital?"

Sir Maryland looked at the southern aristocrat with whom he was somewhat friendly and wondered if he should tell the truth, but in the end he said, "There is no extra reinforcements in the king... Only one sent by the Prince of Moen of Wales in his own name. Cavaliers."

Viscount Carroll's eyes widened, and after being stunned for half a minute, he exclaimed, "That's all?! Are all the nobles in the capital dead?!"

"That's all," said Sir Maryland quietly, looking into the Viscount's eyes to calm him down, "watch your manners, my friend—you're now like a gambler who's about to lose everything. "

"I've lost everything!" Viscount Carroll grabbed his hair, "The entire southern border has completely fallen into the hands of the Cecil family. Do the people in the capital really not know what this means? Did they forget? The purpose of this rock fortress at the beginning? They really are not worried at all that the Cecil family will rush to the Holy Spirit Plain and go to them to settle old accounts?!”

"The mission of the Rock Fortress is to guard the plains of the Holy Spirit and defend the Cecil family. Mr. Viscount, I swear in the name of the family that even without reinforcements, my knights and I will accomplish this task," Sir Maryland said solemnly. " Calm down, don't forget the solidity of the rock fortress itself and the strength of thousands of elite knights and warriors. We also have sufficient material reserves and water sources from the Dorgon River. From the beginning, this fortress was designed to withstand huge attacks. designed to meet pressure standards.”

The expression on Viscount Carroll's face seemed to ease a little, but he was still quite worried "...you have never faced a skyfire explosion, you don't know how terrible those things are, once they advance to the plain under the city wall, they will The catapults can kill all the people in the city beyond the range of the trebuchets... I calculated the possible range of those weapons, and also observed the flight paths of those magic devices. The trebuchets and city walls of the rock fortress are unstoppable. ."

"The Rock Fortress has special defenses," Sir Maryland comforted Carroll. "Don't worry, even if those 'fire explosions' fall from the sky like you said, we have a way to deal with them."

"I hope so..." Viscount Carroll sighed. These days are probably the most sighed times in his life. After calming down a little and his initial excitement calmed down, he noticed that Sir Maryland didn't say A clear detail, "Sir, is the capital really unable to send a real reinforcement force? Even if the army in the capital cannot be mobilized due to the turbulent situation, what about the noble soldiers of the Holy Spirit Plain and the corps of the Western Region?"

Viscount Carroll can understand that the royal family pays more attention to the actions of the east in the face of the dual crisis of the rebels in the east and the chaos in the south, because both in terms of political sense and practical threat, Prince Edmund and Silas Laurent The eastern rebels, commanded by the duke and already rebelling, are much more serious than the southern crisis. No matter how the situation in the south deteriorates, the news reaches the ears of the royal family. I am afraid it is only the "nobles" who are separating the territories of the nobles in the south. It’s just a war. If it weren’t for the rise of the Cecil family in this war, I’m afraid the royal family, which is currently in deep crisis, would not even care about such a “little problem”. The news that a nobleman was once swept away by the Cecil family spread to the capital, so the royal family should be somewhat expressive, right?

A rising Cecil who can wipe out all the noble coalition forces in the entire southern border in a short period of time, once they break through the blockade of the rock fortress, enter the Holy Spirit Plain, and set foot on the King's Avenue, who will dare to bear such consequences?

In the face of Viscount Carroll's question, Sir Maryland could only sigh, "Solimburg, the important town in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain, has fallen - Prince Edmund's army has entered the hinterland of the kingdom."

Viscount Carroll's eyes widened.

Sir Maryland did not continue to speak, but turned away, looking somewhat absently at the rolling hills on the west side of the city wall.

The sun has gone down.

...

Whenever the sun goes down, the magic spar street lamps and other large and small urban lighting facilities in Cecil City will start automatically under the control of photosensitive runes, and the bright magical radiance runs from the banks of the White Water River to the foot of the dark mountains, from the mines. The avenue goes all the way to Shuanglin Village, illuminating the whole city like stars shining on the earth, and whenever these bright street lamps are on, Gawain will habitually come to the window on the second floor of the lord's mansion and look at the Outside.

Those neat and bright magic spar lamps always reminded him of the city street lamps of the previous life, and reminded him of the awning that was lit between the tent and the fence when he first came to this pioneering land. Torches and Braziers.

The place illuminated by the light is the reach of civilization. Even if the world is changed, even if the carrier of the light changes from electric light to crystal, at least this is still common.

But even with bright lights, there is always something moving in the shadows.

Like the amber that was sneaking out of the shadows in the corner.

"Where?"

Gao Wen sensed the presence of Amber's breath in the room long ago, and before the elf's shame touched the silver seal on the desk, he suddenly broke the silence.

Amber jumped out of the shadow stealth state a little embarrassedly, and gave Gawain a dissatisfied look - today's stealth plan was unsuccessful, which would obviously ruin her good mood.

Although she never succeeded.

"I just don't understand, how can you be so happy with such a boring thing?" Gawain glanced at the half-elf helplessly, "What's the matter?"

"Report, Rock Fortress."

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