Chapter 621 Ups and Downs

Let's fly.

The words of the hostess echoed in the black-haired maid's heart.

This is not a command, but a blessing.

She looked at the two long swords in her hand, buckled them on her belt, and then walked towards the edge of the terrace, walking faster and faster, until she ran away.

Finally, she jumped down from the edge of the terrace - a gust of wind and snow appeared at the right time, shrouded the figure who jumped down, and lifted her to the sky.

In the fluttering snowflakes, a huge shadow vaguely charged towards the southern sky, but the shadow flashed by, so that everyone who noticed this vision thought that they were hallucinating.

If it rises in the wind, its deformed and degenerated wings can also flutter and fly.

Victoria quietly watched the sudden gust of wind gradually dissipate in the sky, and looked at the huge body passing by in the lead-grey cloud in the distance. A piece of snowflakes was reflected in her eyes, and she sighed softly:

"It's not good for you to hide at all - especially on the premise that the Wilder family has been dealing with the Holy Dragon Duchy for hundreds of years."

Afterwards, the duchess withdrew her gaze towards the sky and stared at the castle walls not far away.

Now, it's time to fulfill the duty of protecting the country.

...

An astonishing number of humanoid monsters came from the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain. The terrifying gigantic army of crystal clusters pushed down countless fortresses and fortresses along the way. Elrond City, Windy City, and Valley Corridors were attacked one after another. Challenged and suffered heavy losses...

A series of bad news came from the southeast, and in addition to the closer and closer attack information and more and more loss lists, the tired royal intelligence department was still receiving reports about the appearance of the kingdom's army equipment and front lines in the monster army. Terrifying news of soldiers being transformed into cluster giants.

The city of Saint-Sunil has entered the highest level of martial law. A terrifying and tense atmosphere has enveloped the entire city. Heavily armed knights and soldiers patrol between the city walls and outposts all day long. Almost all the nobles have canceled the banquets on the rest day and the hunting in the suburbs.

Every day, messengers wearing blue and white smocks and riding fast horses ran into the city, or griffin knights swept the sky; every day, more soldiers entered and exited at the city gate, and there were urgently called up reserve soldiers. ,

There are also knights who go to the front to support them; every day, new news circulates in the market.

In the Silver Castle, the nobles of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally made these gentlemen and ladies who are used to speaking in a certain elegant tone give up their restraint. They discussed fiercely and proposed one plan after another, exchanging the latest The information, the atmosphere was warm, and the anxiety and exhaustion enveloped most of the people.

Finally, when the fire reached Saint-Sunil, they became active.

"They have already begun to attack the valley corridor - our two fortresses there are being attacked at the same time, and those monsters are not only amazing in number, but their strength is far superior to our soldiers!" A tall and thin royal capital used a sharp edge The voice said, "If we can't stop them in the valley corridor, then there will be no fortresses and fortresses to stop them!!"

Another person stood up and said loudly: "We should also send the Knights of the Dark Iron Castle and the Knights of Fort Chanil, the local Knights of the Valley Corridor alone will definitely not be able to stop the enemy..."

"I'm still saying that, we can't send more knights out." At this moment, the supreme commander of the royal knights, the Earl of Cromwell White Mountain with dwarf blood stood up, "We should Gathering together effective elites and shrinking the defense of San Sunil City, this is the only plan that can be defended..."

The stout Earl of Balin couldn't help standing up: "What's the use of this kind of defense?! Stuck is waiting for death, do we still have reinforcements!? The situation is very clear, the main force of the Kingdom's army and the Mountain Knights are finished! No one will come back from the Plains of the Holy Spirit to support us, we have no reinforcements!!"

The hall fell silent in an instant, and the deadly and depressing atmosphere almost condensed into substance. Count Baring directly mentioned this obvious fact that no one was willing to face, which made many people who wanted to speak lost their courage to speak.

Cromwell Baishan stared, his beard trembled, but he also understood that Earl Balin's words were irrefutable-his shrinking defense may indeed be the only solution that can effectively defend the city, but shrinking defense is a necessary follow-up It is to be able to wait for reinforcements, or to polish the enemy's morale and soldiers - but the fact is that the morale and soldiers of those monsters are probably far better than Saint Sunil, and the reinforcements...

The main force of the Kingdom's army and the mountain corps should really be over.

The head of the Royal Knights couldn't help but smashed the table.

Even he, the best he can do at this moment is to propose a trapping plan that barely prolongs the survival time of Saint Sunil, and there is still no follow-up trapping plan.

At this moment, the door of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Royal Knights ran into the hall.

In the past, no one could break into the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, apparently no one cares about this.

Cromwell White Mountain recognized the intruding officer, and a terrible premonition suddenly rose in his heart: "What happened?"

"The Valley Corridor was lost, the Earl of North was missing in the battlefield, and the Earl of Barrier died," the officer's voice trembled slightly.

There was a breath of cold air in the hall.

Now, they don't have to discuss whether to support the Valley Corridor.

"We... we have nowhere to defend," a royal capital wearing a dark blue velvet coat murmured with his hands on the table, sweat dripping from his face, "the defense line of the valley corridor is gone, they are far away. The capital is only two days away..."

"There are really no fortresses and fortresses that can stop them now," another voice followed, "The next one is Saint Sunil."

Cromwell Baishan said in a deep voice: "It is time to shrink the troops immediately and consolidate the defense of the capital."

"But holding on is not the way, my lord," said a nobleman in the capital wearing a white hood and a brown coat, "we may be able to move to the west—and then use the remaining fertile areas of the western border and the western plains of the Holy Spirit. The power to maintain its position again, and then slowly plan for the future..."

"It's also a way to move north. The cold north may be able to block those monsters, and there are mountains in the north..."

"The Western Frontier Corps is already on its way to the capital. With them, it would be too early to give up Saint Sunil..."

The Duke of Baldwin Franklin didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about possible defense plans, or weighing the proposals to abandon the capital. No one could guess from his deep and reserved expression that the Duke of the West was there. what to think.

In deep thought, he looked up and saw Wales Moen sitting at the head of the long table with a sullen face. The crown prince seemed to be watching all this quietly, his eyes were deep and expressionless. No one could guess what the crown prince was thinking.

Not even Baldwin Franklin.

On both sides of the long table, the people who really held the power of the royal capital and the remaining army of the kingdom did not participate too much in the noisy discussions.

Some of them focused on Baldwin Franklin, others on Welsh Moen.

Outside the castle, a team originally scheduled to go to the valley corridor stopped before leaving the city, and a silent Holy See knights also stopped due to a sudden order.

No one knows what the future fate of this capital will be. People only know that its darkest day has come.

At the same time, in the Cathedral of Holy Light and the Great Hall of Light, the low voice of prayer has come to an end, and the glorious holy light is still rippling in the aftermath of the energy resonance. In the holy light cloud dome that covers the entire hall dome, faintly The holy ethereal voice of the covenant is long and silent.

"We have lost a large number of Holy See knights and battle priests," a white-haired archbishop said to the Holy See in the center of the hall after prayer. "They are all the best and most devout believers, loyal and fearless of the Lord. Soldiers, Your Majesty, we ought to be exceptional in bestowing the name of Saints on one of the most outstanding martyrs."

"Their glorious act of martyrdom is the greatest devotion to the Lord. They have fulfilled their oath to the Holy Light and protected the Lord's kingdom and people. They really deserve the name of saints," Pope St. Ivan III said. A voice came from the Holy See, "Go and draw up the list, and the deeds of loyalty and purity should be manifested."

Another bishop stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the blasphemous army is approaching this holy city, what should we do?"

"The Lord has revealed to me that we should fight to protect it," St. Ivan III's voice hardly hesitated, "this is a test of our faithfulness - the dark days have come, and the first holy light is in the darkest The hour is lighted, and now, we shall fulfill our oath to the Lord."

The bishops in the Great Hall of Light suddenly said in unison: "The original holy light is lit at the darkest hour...to fulfill the oath to the Lord."

On the holy seat in the center of the hall, St. Ivan III's old face seemed to have an illusory light, his eyebrows were lowered, and he prayed softly: "It's time... to be faithful to the Lord..."

Beside this devout Pope, Veronica Moen just stood silently, as if she was praying silently as well. The radiance pouring down from the top of the Holy Light Cloud surrounded her, brighter and more brilliant than ever.

"Dark enough...and bright enough..."

The Holy Princess parted her lips and spoke softly in a voice that only she herself could hear.

...

Anzu has fallen into a near-extinction catastrophe.

But the trade line between Cecil and Typhon miraculously unfolded as planned, and from the very beginning it grew rapidly.

This is a very strange thing in the eyes of Emperor Typhon Rosetta.

It seems that the wonderful "Principality" has completely resisted the man-made natural disaster that happened beside them, and even entered a state of rapid development in the war caused by this natural disaster. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, everything is in the source. They continuously crossed the border and entered the territory of Typhon through specially opened trade channels, and the vast quantities of cotton textiles and industrial products that Typhon exported to them were completely swallowed by them.

The restoration project of the magnificent wall in charge of Typhon has ended ahead of schedule, and Rosetta also returned to his imperial capital, sitting in the study of the Obsidian Palace. Information, on which all the key data in the trade between Ansu and Typhon are accurately and clearly summarized, as well as some information that the intelligence personnel finally obtained from Ansu.

"Industrial production spurred by the war has grown rapidly . . .

"The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used magic machines in the field of warfare, and the military demand has stimulated the entire industrial system...

"The homeland of Cecil doesn't seem to be involved in a direct war, they are fighting outside the homeland...

"Cecil swallowed an astonishing amount of cotton textiles, not knowing what they were using them for, only certain that some of them were used for battlefield attrition...

"The cheap magic products made by the Cecils for daily use are very popular in the empire..."

Rosetta Augustus put down the materials with a thoughtful look on his face.

The trade between the Empire and the Cecilians proceeded with unexpectedly smooth sailings, and it was going well.

In this process, the Empire seems to have really reaped the expected huge benefits, exporting a large amount of cotton textiles, and the textile mills in the Aldernan area have thus made huge profits. The Empire has also harvested the advanced transportation technology of the Cecil people, and Recently, the Industrial Association has made great progress in the project of imitating the magic car...

Everything seems to be going in a good direction.

However, Rosetta Augustus vaguely felt a quagmire, an invisible quagmire.

At this moment, the voice of the attendant came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."

Rosetta Augustus immediately sorted out his expression. He put the information aside and cleared his throat:

"Please come in, Master."