Chapter 635 King

On the Gorgon River, on the wide-deck armored cargo ship "Nabil", Captain Nabil pulled an iron-gray lever, and the roar and tremor of mechanical operation came from under his feet, and the surging power pushed the ship. The powerful mechanical ship slowly accelerated. On the open river in front, several ships similar to the Nabil also raised their own magic wings, exuding a shimmering magic dust mist on the entire river. Drift away slowly.

The voice of the chief mechanic came from the copper pipe next to it: "The mechanical cabin is running normally, Captain!"

The wind full of water vapor was blowing head on, Cecil's flag fluttered in the wind on the bow of the Nabil, and the middle-aged captain left the cabin and came to the small deck on the upper deck. He held on to the small deck iron. The quality railing, watching the behemoth under his feet slowly accelerate, feeling the surging power filled in its body, and let out a light breath.

At any time, the feeling of riding the wind and waves can calm the man who has been dealing with ships for half his life.

He never thought that he would one day set foot on the battlefield. He was just a captain walking on the White Water River. The three wooden cargo ships were his pride. - The Cecil family suddenly rose, and Count Pebble requisitioned a large number of ships to fight against this sudden rise of the family, including Nabil's two ships and almost all of his crew.

After a war, "Nabil on the Whitewater" lost most of his family property, leaving only one of the oldest cargo ships and half a lifetime of sailing experience.

Then, the Principality of Cecil was established, the rivers became smooth again, commerce flourished, all kinds of new things emerged one after another, and new mechanical ships began to replace old cargo ships. The cold captain was moved, he had a new ship, and the name was still the name of his first ship, the Nabil - naming the ship after his own name, which is very common among captains.

Then, when a new war came, the Council of Ministers began to recruit ships from the people, and at the same time recruited experienced captains. They promised generous conditions, so Nabil was once again moved--of course, there may be part of the reason for " Cecil Citizen's sense of honor", he responded to the enlistment and went to the front with a man and a boat.

The world seems to have suddenly become so fast, so fast that Nabil has no time to think about when it became like this. Maybe most ordinary people live like this, living in a world they don't fully understand. , walking forward in a hurry, and occasionally turning back, every step taken is so surprising.

Nabil took a deep breath of the fresh air on the Gorgon River, and he saw a line of soldiers walking across the deck, checking the sheets on the chariot, checking the hooks and cables for fixing the chariot, the soldiers The waist is straight and straight, walking like a wind, heroic and confident, all of them are the best good guys.

They have parents and families,

There are relatives and friends, perhaps their lover and children, they leave their hometown wearing bright armor. When they leave, they may have hugged their family members and kissed their lovers goodbye. The letter, and the token are also put together with the iron plate with the name and number. They've been through many battles and are lucky enough to be alive today - some of them may fall on the next battlefield, and some of them will return home with glory (and possibly injury and disability)...

A few years later, those who are still alive may begin to tell their children about the battlefields they have experienced in their lives, which may include this time, and may even include the armored cargo ship that had transported them, including A sentimental and adventurous captain...

Nabil turned his head and looked at the misty river in the distance. The majestic and solemn shadow of the Pioneer was riding the wind and waves ahead, and Cecil's flag could be vaguely seen fluttering in the wind.

On the upper deck of the Trailblazer, Victoria stood under the rattling flag. After standing for a long time, she withdrew her gaze to the north, then turned back to the bridge, to the "heart of this amazing beast of war." "Location, here, Gawain is standing in front of a spread out map, discussing with Byron the point where the fleet is most likely to be attacked in the upper reaches of the Gorgon River, and the situation facing the capital of Saint Sunil.

"We will pass through the Stone Estuary in two hours," Gawain raised his head and looked at Victoria who was in front of the map, "that is the first estuary that needs to be slowed down, and also the first stop to be completely separated from the main force on the ground. The Griffin Scouts have taken off, and I'm waiting for them to hear back."

"It's going to be a risky move, but to be honest, I'm quite adventurous," Byron winked. "After I go back, I can brag to my daughter for a dozen days."

"I told Baldwin that Saint Sunil needs to be guarded for at least another seven days," Victoria looked at the map that covered the entire table, and brushed her fingers on the edge of the capital, "Saint Sunil has two 'fortresses'. ', as long as the two fortresses attached to the outside of the city walls are not broken within these seven days, they can wait for support."

Gawain closed his eyes slightly, the top view from the satellite perspective moved and zoomed rapidly in his mind, and the capital of Saint Sunil appeared in the center of his field of vision.

The huge and ancient city is still standing on the plain. It is shrouded in a dense magical shield. The shimmering light of the shield expands and shrinks slightly due to the flow of magic, making the entire capital seem like a heart that is beating slowly. , and outside the city walls to the southwest and southeast of this "heart", two solid fortresses flashed constantly over the sky.

Outside the city, a twisting and wriggling "tide" was slowly swallowing the defense line of San Sunil, but it was resisted again and again by the flashes pouring from the two fortresses - those flashes were burning stone bullets, Enchanted crossbow bolts, and magical missiles unleashed by the Battle Mage Tower.

Saint Sunil has accumulated hundreds of years of heritage, and is facing the most difficult test since its establishment.

...

A frightened bird swept across the gloomy sky of Saint-Sunil, and a piece of fallen tail feathers fluttered into the courtyard of the Silver Castle. In the courtyard, Wales, dressed in a fancy dress and carrying a royal longsword on his waist, was in the courtyard. Stopping on the trail, he stretched out his hand, caught the falling tail feather, and then released it gently with a blank expression.

Behind him, the fully-armed Deputy Commander of the Royal Knights Cohen Rollen stopped, and the armors of the knights who stopped together made a metal crash.

Cohen Lauren asked in a low voice, "His Royal Highness?"

"Even the birds are starting to flee the city," whispered Welsh Moen. "It should be the nesting season for white-tailed finches."

Cohen Lauren lowered his head: "But people are not birds."

Wales nodded slightly: "Go."

"Yes." Korn Rollen straightened his body, tapped his left chest, then turned around and led the knights away quickly.

Wales turned his head slowly after the deputy head left and looked into the depths of the shadow not far away.

Baldwin Franklin slowly walked out from there: "Your Highness, your perception is sharper than I imagined."

"Duke of Franklin," Wales looked at the Duke Regent in front of him, "what are you doing here?"

"The meeting in the Golden Oak Hall has begun, and the nobles are waiting for you to appear."

Wales was silent for two seconds, then nodded gently: "Seven days, isn't it?"

"Yes, seven days."

Wales did not speak any more. He stepped past Lord Baldwin and stepped forward.

But Baldwin Franklin's voice came from behind him: "Your Highness, is your goal clear?"

"Definitely," Wales paused slightly, "I'm going to reinforce the city wall."

In the Golden Oak Hall, the noisy discussion is intensifying. The nobles of the royal capital, the representatives of the knight family, and those in charge of the power are arguing in this hall that should be solemn and solemn—everyone Everyone is expressing their opinions, everyone is trying to gain control over the situation, the discussion gradually turns into an argument, and the argument gradually approaches a quarrel. With the complete collapse of the external command function, the last powerful people in this city seem to have finally reached their limit.

There are more and more monsters outside the city, and the situation has become hopeless. It seems that it is meaningless to be trapped in the capital. In the face of this situation, the voices of many righteous Ling Ran are particularly weak, and there is only a practical plan for self-protection. in the upper hand.

But suddenly, the squire broke the quarrel in the golden oak hall by singing a little sharply, and the heavy golden oak door was pushed open from the outside, and with a loud clang, the door opened, and Wales Moore En appeared in front of everyone.

The crown prince was late, almost an hour late.

But even for the unappreciated crown prince, no one would jump out at this time to question his lateness. Welsh Moen just looked around the hall quietly, and then stepped forward, unhurriedly. Go to the tall seats at the end of the hall.

The atmosphere seemed a little weird. Everyone in the Golden Oak Hall subconsciously quieted down. Many nobles, you look at me, I look at you, all feel that today's Prince of Wales seems to be a little different from normal, while others quietly left His own seat, quietly came to the prince's side.

Wales stopped when he was halfway there. He was standing in the middle of the hall. In the whispers that gradually sounded around, he glanced at a few people and said, "We will defend this city with all our strength, whoever opposes it. ?"

The surrounding nobles suddenly shouted, and someone shouted: "His Royal Highness! If you are trapped, there is only one dead end!"

"We have support," Wales looked in the direction of the voice, and when he spoke, the surroundings became quiet again, "the reinforcements are on the way, they will arrive in seven days, they are the Cecil Corps in the south, and Archduchess Victoria is also there. in."

This time, the surrounding nobles were even more clamoring than before. Countless people were shocked by this incredible news, some with surprises on their faces, others in shock, but some people accidentally shouted: "This... this may be Is it?! Your Highness, is this news true?"

Wales looked again in the direction of the sound.

The heart was as he expected.

It is not that Saint Sunil will become an iron plate as long as the news of the reinforcements is reached. In this sinking, decaying and disintegrating city, the royal family has long lost its majesty. Today, even the Duke Regent is difficult to subdue all the noble families. , what anyone says will not be believed by everyone, even if the person who speaks has the blood of Moen - on the contrary, some people will think that this news was spread deliberately by him, in order to make others stick to the city. , to buy enough time for the royal family to move their most extensive property.

Even if the news came from Baldwin Franklin.

Because if someone was in the same position, they would 100% do it.

Wales just quietly looked at the shouting nobleman, and said slowly: "Defend the city with all my strength and wait for support in seven days. This is an order."

"Your Highness, you are not a king yet, you can't give such an order directly!" The nobles of the royal capital who were watched by Wales exclaimed, "At least you have to wait..."

"Lord Lucre," interrupted Wales, "where are your family, mistresses, jewels, and the knights who were supposed to be on the walls?"

Earl Lucre's eyes widened, and it seemed that he finally felt a little pressure and shock from this "nominal crown prince" who lacked majesty and presence: "I...I..."

Wales said calmly: "Count Lucre, you shouldn't send them out of the city, this is treason."

Earl Lucre opened his mouth and seemed to want to make a few words of defense, but he only had time to squeeze out a few meaningless syllables from his throat-a royal sword decorated with golden patterns had been pierced at some point in time. His throat, precise, silent, and instantly deadly.

Wales turned slightly to the side, watching the nobleman of the capital fall to the ground like a broken sack, a spurt of blood splashed on his cheek, and the surface of the long sword hanging beside him had been soaked in a layer Dazzling blood.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, only the unbearable dead silence and pairs of eyes that implied shock and fear intersected in the air. Almost half of the people didn't realize what happened, because this fact was beyond their imagination. : In this golden oak hall, in the most sacred and solemn place in the Anzu Kingdom, Wales Morn actually executed an earl himself in front of dozens of nobles in the capital? !

The other half of the people in the hall watched all this calmly.

Welsh shook off the blood stained on his long sword and walked to the seat at the end of the hall, but only then did the shocked nobles suddenly react. The sound of boots stepping on the ground suddenly sounded, interrupting every voice that wanted to question—

A large number of heavily armed knights rushed into the Golden Oak Hall, quickly controlled all the entrances and exits of the hall and surrounded the long conference table in the center of the hall. Cohen Lauren, wearing a blue battle mage robe and lined with mail, then entered the hall, It was loudly announced: "Herak Borg, the former head of the Royal Knights, has been deprived of the position of head for condoning the escape of the soldiers, and he will be imprisoned from now on.

"According to the military system, I have taken over the position of the head of the Royal Knights.

"The Royal Knights swear allegiance to His Majesty Wales Morn!"

His Majesty Wales Morn? !

A pair of stunned eyes watched the unexpected change in the situation in front of them. They watched the "deputy" head of the knight order, who was known for his extraordinary knight and mage power, strode into the hall, and watched him with no expression on his face. He stepped over the corpse of Earl Lucre, as if he had finally begun to understand what was going to happen here today, and at this moment Wales Moen had come to the seat in the deepest part of the hall, the man who had been away from Silver Castle for 20 years. The crown prince turned around and slowly sat in his own seat, his eyes swept over everyone.

The blood of Earl Lucre was stained on his face, and the face that everyone had despised for 20 years looked terrifying at this moment.

"From today, I am crowned King of Ansu."

Hearing Welsh Moen's flat voice, there were whispers in the hall, and people looked at each other in amazement. Some people were still doubting the authenticity of all this, while some people subconsciously raised the question: who To hold this coronation ceremony?

At this moment, a nobleman near the entrance of the hall exclaimed in a low voice, "Archduke Franklin is here!"

People craned their necks and looked at Baldwin Franklin, who was walking through the door. The Duke Regent was absent from the meeting, and after people could see what he was holding, it was difficult to see. The silence of words enveloped everyone.

Baldwin Franklin holds the king's golden crown in his hand.

The Duke of the West stood at the door for a moment, then he stepped forward and walked to the throne at the end of the hall step by step.

Someone just reacted at this time:

This is the Golden Oak Hall, not only the place where the most senior noble meetings are held, but also the place where the king is crowned;

Wales Moen's dress is actually the king's coronation dress;

The adorned sword that killed Count Lucre was the ceremonial sword used by the king when he was crowned.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes full of tension, fear, anticipation, consternation and other complex emotions, Baldwin Franklin crossed the last distance, and he came to Wales Moen with the golden crown in his hand slightly raised in the air.

But his movements stood still, did not continue, did not put the golden crown on the head of the new king.

Wales himself stretched out his hand, took the heavy crown, and slowly placed it on top of his head.

In the hall, every royal noble knows what this means.

From today, Anzu will no longer have a Duke Regent.

Wearing the new crown once prepared for Edmund, Wales Moen silently watched everything in the hall. After a few seconds, he stood up and slowly raised the blood-stained sword of the king:

"Keep Saint Sunil!

"This is the king's order!!"