Chapter 637 Beach

Autumn has come, and after six weeks of waiting, William is impatient. He decides to sail against the wind, after months of careful planning, especially after the return from England's spies to Normandy with the North Wind has disbanded. After the news that the army was largely defenceless, he had to take a gamble, knowing that time was running out, so he sent all his strength from the safety of the harbor to the stormy sea.

"Is everything ready for me?" William asked the adjutant who came to report on his flagship.

"Yes duke, the horses and soldiers are ready. Normandy is proud of you. We have assembled an army that even Charlemagne would be proud of." Fart, the parchment written in front of the Duke William is a contract that the nobles should fulfill their naval obligations that have been preserved intact in later generations. It records that William and his fourteen barons and his Duchess Matilda Contributed 777 warships, together with other temporarily recruited ships, brought the total number of ships commanded by Duke William to more than 1,000 ships, and the number of soldiers recruited reached 14,000.

Although the soldiers complained about this in their hearts, they could only obey the king's orders. The battleships set sail one after another, and the helmsmen almost tried their best to control the direction of the battleships. In the gray sky, the three-eyed shadow raven captured the scene on the sea.

After putting the last transformed gem in his pocket, Allen stood up and stretched. From the eyes of the shadowy Three-Eyed Raven, he knew that William's grand plan was on the verge of being broken. If he didn't know this It was one of the ordeals before the opponent conquered England, and Allen almost suspected that the illegitimate duke was cursed by the goddess of fortune played by Rowena.

Knowing that the other party has already started to act, Allen sent himself to the south of England, but it was not the Isle of Wight but Dover who was going to suffer a disaster under the raging wind. Allen planned to use this to start the first stage of the journey of harvesting souls one stop.

On the White Cliffs of Dover, the symbol of England, Alan Harris looks out over the sea, and at his feet is a three-mile-long white cliff. The highest point of the cliff reaches 110 meters and is composed of fine-grained limestone. Looking at England from the European continent, the most conspicuous thing is this beautiful white cliff.

And Allen was obviously not in the mood to watch this beautiful scenery at this time. He frowned and looked at it for a while, because Allen unexpectedly discovered that although the speed of sailing against the wind was very slow, William's fleet was still sailing smoothly at this time. William would pay a heavy price for his willful behavior as recorded in history, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

As time progressed and William's fleet approached, Allen finally understood what Ravenclaw meant by accepting the crime. His original plan was to use these Normans to perish under the power of nature, and go there by himself. Picking up a cheap one, but the current situation reminded Allen of a knowledge and spell he had learned on the Nether scroll before, plus the enslaved gems he made for himself to use the Vikings, and finally made him realize that he himself They are the actual participants in these periods of history.

Through the sight of the shadowy Three-Eyed Raven, Allen could look at the faces under the densely packed Norman nose helmet. He recalled the era he belonged to. The level of terror created by gangs of this nature is endless, and even the number of people in the battle in the Department of Mysteries cannot be compared with the number of fresh lives on the ship in front of them.

Letting himself walk to the edge of the cliff, Allen opened his mouth to cast a spell, but the magic power accumulated at the beginning was dispelled at the beginning. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to wipe his sweat with his hands. A Norman with light blond hair calmed Alan, he took a deep breath, and then strengthened his belief.

Alan, who no longer hesitated, held his staff in one hand to let it stand on the edge of the cliff, and stretched his other hand high into the sky,

As the obscure but magical rune spells came out of Allen's mouth uninterruptedly, the magic power visible to the naked eye surged around him.

With the progress of this long ritual magic, dark clouds with crackling lightning gradually gathered around Alan. These dark clouds gathered and gradually became larger and larger, constantly rotating around Alan and the staff. A huge circular vortex formed in front of him, like a small typhoon eye, and began to slowly rise and stretch out into the sky over the English Channel.

This is a world-weaving legendary spell called Marvin invented by the wizards of ancient Netheril. Although it is far less powerful than its name implies, it can temporarily change the weather in an area. Netherilians Through hundreds of casts by multiple wizards, it is even possible to permanently change the climate of an area. Through this method, one's own land is more suitable for planting, and the enemy's fields are turned into deserts.

Allen, who was in the middle of the vortex, continued to repeat the spell. He maintained the spell and strengthened the storm that was gradually formed in the high altitudes as it accumulated thicker and wider.

The violent wind was howling on the sea, and the turbulent waves broke into great whirlpools of spray, as if the calm ocean had been violently hit. This was really a disaster. William on the boat kept moving his lips, praying for God's blessing.

The soldiers didn't have such good concentration, they panicked all of a sudden, and many people shouted loudly: "The storm is coming, the ship is going to sink, the ship is going to sink!"

The battleship rolled on the top of the waves, and the storm created a huge vortex on the sea surface. About one-third of the ships were overturned one by one and caught in the huge vortex, while the rest of the fleet was in a panic. fled eastward.

Even the soldiers who jumped into the sea by chance before the ship capsized and sank, even without the suction of the vortex, regardless of whether they could swim or not, the final outcome of falling into the water with huge waves in a stormy weather was nothing more than death at the bottom of the sea.

Soldiers who can swim are still struggling in the sea water and the whirlpool, their arms are constantly waving and flapping the water surface, their feet are constantly kicking in the sea water, and the turbulent bitter sea water is constantly pouring into their throats, and they are finally submerged by the sea water. After struggling to surface again, they were at a loss. They had realized that it was useless to struggle with all their strength, and at most it would only delay the time of death.

At the moment of losing consciousness, many soldiers saw a wizard in a strange robe and holding a staff floating in the sky above the vortex, surrounded by black air. Although Allen in the sky seemed to exude a cold breath of death, the soldiers still held out their hands to the devil in front of them with infinite nostalgia for life.

It's just that Allen, who was suspended in the sky, didn't see such a scene. He didn't look at the purgatory-like scene below at all. He just maintained his toughness and coldness, listening quietly to the sea breeze. When the owner of the sound passed away, try to use the staff to absorb the souls of the soldiers who were killed by the storm and avoid wasting them.

Until the last faint cry died away, and at last there was only a flash of fire brighter than lightning in the cloudy sky.

Duke William of Normandy lost many ships and men because of this. Instead of being able to cross the channel, he was forced to stop at the French port of Saint-Valery, 140 miles to the east.

Frustrated, William came to a low house after settling the remaining ships and men. He threw his helmet on the wooden table in frustration, and the dark room was just like his depressed and angry mood at this time.

"If you have offended you while serving you, please tell your servant that this is for you, in your name, the up and down battle, but you returned the torture..." Repenting to the idol William had to admit that things could have been better for them, but the truth was that they were now on the verge of despair.

In this storm, William lost more than three hundred ships and thousands of men. William, who had removed all the equipment on his body, sighed. Although they were indeed closer to England now, the headwind was still prevailing, and he was still on the other side of the English Channel.

Being hit hard by the storm created by Allen, watching the stronger northerly wind turned William's dream of inheriting the English throne into a nightmare, he prayed for a long time in the church every day, and watched the weathercock on the church from time to time, so that To watch the wind direction,

Tears often rolled down the cheeks of William, who was now holding on to his goal with only the last breath of faith—though in reality the disaster and delay had given the Duke of Normandy a big advantage.