Chapter 452 The Ancestor Is Really Here

The city of Saint Sunil, the capital of Ansu, is the Silver Fort.

In the military hall, several nobles and knight lords of the royal capital were sitting at the long long table made of heavy oak clad with gold edging, while the two regent dukes of Anzu and the titular Prince of Wales sat at the head of the long table— -A high-level military meeting is being held.

The brilliance of the magic spar lamp illuminates this slightly dull hall. The metal shield hanging on the north wall of the hall reflects the light of the magic spar lamp, and also vaguely reflects the backs of the two regent dukes and the prince. , in the blurred reflection, the bright red coat of the Prince of Wales was striking like a bloody light.

This man, who only returned to the position of the crown prince after middle age, quietly watched the nobles speak, discuss, and argue at the long table. His eyes fluctuated occasionally, but he hardly uttered a word. He was like a Sitting here like a non-participant, listening to matters that should theoretically be decided by oneself.

An old knight with gray hair rested his hands on the table. He was short in stature, but unusually strong. Although he was not young, his eyes were still burning with the radiance of a young man. He looked at him. The other knight lords and nobles of the royal capital around me said in a strong voice: "The battle to recapture Solimburg has failed, everyone, we must face up to the fact that although the number of rebels in the east is small, it is us who are at a disadvantage. ."

"The good news is that we have dragged the rebels in the hills around Solimburg," a nobleman said. "With our backs on the plains of the Holy Spirit, we have a wider land and a larger number of people. It is in our interest to fight for a long time."

The old knight couldn't help knocking on the table: "Don't be too optimistic, Earl of Balin, the premise of protracted warfare is that we can really maintain this situation for a long time - the Roren family has been fighting against the Typhons for many years, and their soldiers are more tenacious, We are more able to withstand the pressure, and our army’s morale is declining every day. If we can’t achieve any results, even if food and troops are sufficient, the first ones who can’t hold on can only be us…”

Duchess Victoria, who was sitting at the head of the long table, suddenly interrupted the old knight: "Mr. Cromwell, don't get excited."

Wales Moen glanced sideways at the Duchess Regent beside him, then looked back and looked at Cromwell White Mountain across the table - he knew this elderly-looking knight lord, "White Mountain" This special surname is not common in Anzu, but it is a typical dwarf surname, because Cromwell White Mountain's ancestor was indeed a dwarf: in the pioneering journey 700 years ago, side by side with humans It is not only elves that fight against alien races, some dwarves have also become the builders of human kingdoms in the process of large-scale development. Some of them finally choose to integrate into human society, and even become a member of the Anzu nobles. This is where the family of Baishan came from.

Perhaps influenced by the blood of his ancestors, the temperament of this knight lord seems too upright among many nobles who pay attention to elegance and etiquette, but Wales Moen knows that,

Cromwell was telling the truth, only... Now that Duchess Victoria had spoken, he didn't have to.

"Sorry, Grand Duchess, but we have to admit the truth," Cromwell Baishan said despite his apology, but his words were still vigorous, "The rebellion in the East is not as easy to deal with as we thought, and we are not in the fire. Drive them out of the Plains of the Holy Spirit before the end of the month, they have taken root in Solimburg - the harvest month has come and the rebels will feed themselves with the grain we have been growing for half a year. Grand Duchess Wilder, Franklin The Duke, and His Royal Highness, I would like to go out with the Knights to help Count Thorin retake the fortress, we cannot let the rebels spend the harvest festival in the Plains of the Holy Spirit..."

"I never thought the Eastern Rebels were easy to deal with," Victoria Wilder said indifferently, "but the Knights of the Royal Capital can't move, Count Crowell, our rear is not safe."

The old knight stared, and the other knight lords and martial arts nobles next to each other exchanged glances and chatted in a low voice.

The Duke of Baldwin Franklin, who was sitting on the right hand of Wales Moen, stood up at this moment: "Let me tell you, this news has just reached Saint Sunil - the rock fortress has fallen."

The entire military hall fell silent in an instant.

What the Duke of West Territory said is very clear, and there is no ambiguity in the short sentence. However, perhaps the amount of information in this sentence is too amazing, or perhaps the news is too much beyond everyone's expectations. Every nobleman did not react, and finally the Earl of Balin, who was sitting beside Cromwell, was the first to break the silence: "Your Excellency, you mean the... rock fortress in the southern part of the Holy Spirit Plain?"

"Does Anzu still have a second rock fortress?" Baldwin Franklin said, looking at the slightly fatter Earl of Balin.

An aristocrat in the capital couldn't help but muttered to himself in shock: "It's so far away from the Eastern Border, with the mountains in the south of the Holy Spirit Plain in the middle, how could the rebels get there..."

Perhaps the rebellion in the East Territory had already occupied the nobleman's mind, or perhaps the thought of "many rural lords in the South Territory are not worth mentioning" was still entrenched in his mind, and this gentleman actually thought it was the East Territory rebels. Invading the southern border through a certain way and attacking the rock fortress by surprise, I never imagined that there is another sleeping giant in the vast and remote land in the south.

But others have already reacted. After a brief stupor, Cromwell was the first to read a message from the somber and solemn expressions of the two regents, and he asked incredulously: "Yes... Sisi you?"

"That's right, it's not the Eastern Rebels, it's the Cecil family," Baldwin Franklin said calmly, "Founding Duke Gawain Cecil was destroyed fifteen days ago—that is, on the 58th of the Fire Moon. The defense of the rock fortress was taken, the fortress was occupied, and all the soldiers and civilians in the fortress were seized."

Cromwell White Mountain's beard was shaking, and he seemed to want to speak, but Grand Duchess Victoria Wilder followed the Duke of Franklin and said, "I know what you want to ask - but all information has been interrupted at the moment. Cecil's army broke through the fortress in a very short period of time, it is said that it only took a few days, and then they blocked the entire fortress, and the fortress defenders had no time to send out any useful information.

"Only two gryphon messengers who risked their lives to break through the siege sent the situation on the day the fort fell to the capital. The information that can be obtained now is that Duke Gawain Cecil has created a large number of amazing supernatural powers in some unknown way. Armed, and built an extremely powerful army in a short period of time...

"Maryland Onal, the knight lord guarding the fortress, is still alive and dead. Before the fortress fell, Sir Maryland led the last knights out of the city to fight, but then the barrier of the fortress was destroyed by the magic of the Cecilians.

"The Count of Pompeii also sent a magical message, confirming the news of the fall of the fortress."

After Duchess Victoria had finished speaking all the known information, Cromwell Baishan finally found the opportunity to speak, the knight lord with part of the dwarf blood frowned: "Cecil...Cecil family Is it the same as the East..."

"At present, Cecil's army has not continued to move north. After they occupied the rock fortress, they closed the north gate of the fortress, and it seems that they intend to stick to it," said Duke Franklin Baldwin, "according to the news from the Count of Pompeii. , they didn't even pay attention to the readily available granaries and manors outside the northern walls of the fortress, nor did they loot any undefended frontier villages."

Occupying the fort but not looting the villages and manors around the fort is obviously a very abnormal situation. The nobles at the scene couldn't help but chat in a low voice. Seeing this, Cromwell Baishan couldn't help coughing: "Ahem, they're not going north now, that doesn't mean they'll never go north."

"That's what we're worried about," said Baldwin Franklin. "The Cecil family...their current owner is Gawain Cecil."

The nobles at the scene quieted down again. They exchanged glances, and at the same time, they finally recalled the emergency letters sent by Sir Maryland, who was guarding the fortress long before the fall of the rock fortress—

More than 40 families in the southern border joined forces to fight against Cecil, and were quickly swept away...

This amazing news also caused waves between them and caused another military meeting, but at the time no one thought that the Cecil family would move so quickly, and no one thought that the rock fortress would fall so easily.

They thought that it would take more than a year to wait until the situation in the south had to be taken seriously.

Welsh Moen, who never spoke, sighed softly.

He remembered the warning Veronica gave him not long ago. He still remembered that at that time, Veronica warned him that Gawain Cecil was releasing a fierce beast, but now it seems... that the nobles of the royal capital may have lost their lives. The last chance to put this beast back in the cage.

"We used to think that what happened in the southern border was just a civil war between lords, and it was the lords other than the Cecil family who took the initiative to provoke the war, but now it seems that everything that happened in the southern border was under the control of our founding hero. Middle--he has been planning for a long time," said Duke Baldwin Franklin, "now that the fall of the Rock Fortress is a fact, and no matter how Cecil's army managed to take a fortress in such a short time, they They've all taken over there and prepared for defense. Lord Cromwell, do you think we're capable of taking the fort back?"

Cromwell White Mountain shook his head almost without thinking and said, "Impossible - unless we withdraw at least half of the army east of the Holy Spirit Plains, and even if we withdraw half of the army, we may not be able to knock down the rock fortress. Maryland Ona Sir I know him, he is a very powerful knight lord, his army is no worse than the knights in the capital, and even he is not the opponent of Duke Gawain Cecil, the strength of Cecil can be imagined.”

After speaking, the old knight lord shook his head: "What I am most curious about now is how the founding hero built such an army... Less than two years, less than two years! He can actually Take down the rock fortress?"

"Every ancient family hides a secret, not to mention that this ancient family has an ancestor who came back from the dead," Baldwin Franklin said in a joking tone, "Perhaps as early as seven hundred years ago, Gawain? Duke Cecil buried an undead legion from the age of Gondor in the mountains of the South?"

Cromwell Baishan shook his head and said gruffly, "This is not funny at all..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, think about countermeasures now," Baldwin Franklin restrained his smile and tapped the table with his fingers, "I'm afraid this is a dangerous situation no less than the rebellion in the East - the ancestors are above, This time the ancestors really came."