Chapter 637 Beach
Autumn has arrived, and after six weeks of waiting, William was impatient. He decided to set sail against the wind. After months of careful planning, especially after the spies from England took advantage of the north wind to return to Normandy, the news that the other side had been disbanded. With news that his army was largely undefended, he had to take a gamble, knowing that time was running out, so he sent his entire force from the safety of the harbor into the rough seas.
"Is everything ready for me?" William asked the adjutant who came to report on his flagship.
"Yes, Duke, the war horses and soldiers have been equipped. Normandy is proud of you. We have assembled an army here that would make even Charlemagne proud." The adjutant did not count patting his lord's horse. Shit, the parchment in front of Duke William was a contract for the naval obligations of nobles that was still preserved in later generations. It recorded that William, his fourteen barons, and his Duchess Matilda had a total of The contribution of 777 warships, together with other temporary levy ships, brought the total number of ships under Duke William's command to more than 1,000, and the number of levied soldiers reached 14,000.
Although the soldiers complained about this in their hearts, they could only obey the king's orders. One battleship after another set sail, and the helmsmen almost used all their strength to control the direction of the battleship. In the gray sky, the three-eyed shadow raven took in the scene on the sea.
After putting the last modified 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 shattered. If he hadn't known this It was one of the tribulations before the other party conquered England. Allen almost suspected that the illegitimate Duke was cursed by the goddess of misfortune played by Rowena.
Knowing that the other party had already started to act, Allen also teleported himself to the south of England, but it was not the Isle of Wight but Dover. He was preparing to suffer a disaster when the other party was raging in the strong wind. Allen planned to use this to start the first step of the soul harvesting journey. one stop.
On the White Cliffs of Dover, a symbol of England, Alan Harris looked out to sea. At his feet was a three-mile stretch of white cliffs. The highest point of the cliff reaches 110 meters and is composed of fine-grained limestone. When looking at England from the European continent, the most striking thing is this beautiful white cliff.
Allen was obviously not in the mood to watch this beautiful scenery at this time. He frowned and looked at it for a moment, because Allen unexpectedly discovered that although the sailing speed was very slow against the wind, William's fleet was still sailing smoothly at this time. He thought William would pay a heavy price for his insistence as recorded in history, but he did not expect that it would go so smoothly.
As time progressed and William's fleet approached, Allen finally understood what Ravenclaw meant by bearing the sin. His original plan was to use these Normans to die under the power of nature, and then go there himself. It was a bargain, but the current situation reminded Allen of the knowledge and spells he had learned on the Nether Scroll, coupled with the enslavement gems he had made for himself to use the Vikings, which finally made him realize who he was. They are the actual participants in these periods of history.
Through the sight of the shadowy three-eyed raven, Allen could look at the densely packed faces under the Norman nose helmet. He recalled the era he belonged to. The entire wizarding world was because of gangsters like the mysterious man and his Death Eaters. The level of terror caused by gangs of such a nature is so terrifying that even the number of people in the battle in the Department of Mysteries cannot be compared with the number of living lives on the ship in front of them.
Allowing himself to walk to the edge of the cliff, Allen opened his mouth to cast a spell, but the magic power that had just begun to accumulate was dispelled as soon as he started. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to wipe the sweat with his hands, and saw several people through the raven. A Norman with light blond hair calmed Allen down. He took a deep breath and then strengthened his belief.
Allen, who no longer hesitated, held his staff with one hand and let it stand on the edge of the cliff. The other hand also stretched high into the sky, following the obscure but magical rune spells continuously. From Allen's mouth, visible magic power surged around him.
As this long-lasting ritual magic progressed, dark clouds with crackling lightning gradually gathered around Allen. These dark clouds gathered together and became increasingly powerful, constantly rotating around Allen and the staff. A huge circular vortex formed in front of him, like a small typhoon eye, and began to slowly rise and stretch toward the sky over the English Channel.
This is a world-weaving legendary spell called Marvin invented by ancient Netherese wizards. Although it is far less powerful than the meaning of its name, it can temporarily change the weather in an area. The Netherese Through hundreds of castings by multiple wizards, it is even possible to permanently change the climate of a region, making one's own land more suitable for planting and turning the enemy's fields into desert.
Allen, who was in the middle of the whirlpool, continued to repeat the spell. He maintained this spell and strengthened the storm that was gradually forming thicker and wider in the sky.
The wind roared on the sea, and the turbulent waves broke into a large whirlpool of waves, as if the calm ocean surface had been violently impacted. This was really a disaster. William's lips on the boat kept moving, praying for God's blessing.
The soldiers did not have such good concentration. They suddenly became panicked, and many people shouted loudly: "The storm is coming, the ship is going to sink, the ship is going to sink!"
The warships rolled on the top of the waves, and the storm created a huge whirlpool on the sea. About one-third of the ships were overturned one by one and involved in the huge whirlpool, while the remaining fleet panicked and chose their way out. fled eastward.
Even if the soldiers were lucky enough to jump into the sea before the ship capsized and sank, even if the suction of the vortex was not taken into account, regardless of whether they knew how to swim or not, if they fell into the water with huge waves in stormy weather, they would end up dead at the bottom of the sea.
The soldiers who could swim were still struggling in the seawater and whirlpools, their arms kept waving and beating the water, their feet kept kicking in the seawater, and the raging bitter seawater kept pouring into their throats, and they were eventually submerged by the seawater. After struggling to surface again, they were at a loss. They had realized that struggling with all their strength was of no use. At most, it would only delay their death.
At the moment of losing consciousness, many soldiers saw a wizard covered in black energy, wearing a strange robe, and holding a staff floating in the sky above the whirlpool. Although Allen seemed to be exuding the cold breath of death in the high altitude, the soldiers who still had hope still stretched out their hands towards the devil in front of them with infinite attachment to 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 from the beginning to the end. He just maintained his toughness and coldness and listened quietly to the sea breeze. When the owner of the voice passed away, he tried his best to use his staff to absorb the souls of the soldiers who were killed by the storm to avoid wasting them.
Until the last faint shout disappeared, the sky full of dark clouds finally revealed only a burst of fire that was more dazzling than lightning.
William, Duke of Normandy, lost many ships and men as a result. Not only did he fail to cross the channel, but he was forced to take refuge in the French port of Saint-Valery, one hundred and forty miles east. UU reading www.uukanshu.net
After settling the remaining ships and men, the frustrated William came to a low dwelling. He threw his helmet on the wooden table in frustration. The dim room fit his depressed and angry mood at this time.
"If I have offended you while serving you, please make it clear to your servants that this is for you, and a civil war is fought in your name, but you instead give me gifts and torture..." He confessed to the statue of the god. William had to admit that things could have been better for them, but in fact they were now on the verge of despair.
In this storm, William lost more than three hundred ships and thousands of his men. William sighed after taking off all the equipment on his body. Although they were indeed closer to England now, the headwind still prevailed and he was still on the other side of the English Channel.
Severely hit by the storm caused by Allen, watching the stronger north wind turn William's dream of inheriting the throne of England 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. It remains to be seen which direction the wind will turn.
Tears often flowed down the cheeks of William, who now maintained his goal with only the last breath of faith not to admit defeat - although in fact this disaster and delay gave the Archduke of Normandy a huge advantage.