Chapter 637： beach

Autumn has already arrived, and after six weeks of waiting, William has been anxious to decide to set sail against the wind. After months of careful planning, especially after the return from the English spy using the north wind to Normandy, the opposite has been dissolved After the news that the army was basically undefended, he had to take a gamble. He knew that time was running out, so he sent all his strength from the safe harbor to the rough sea.

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

"Yes, Duke, the battlehorse and the soldiers have been equipped, and Normandy is proud of you. We have assembled an army that can make Charlemagne proud." The adjutant is not a pat on his lord Fart, a contract written in parchment in front of Duke William and left in a well-preserved noble aristocratic obligation to the Navy records that William and his 14 barons and his Duchess Matilda Contributed 777 warships, plus other temporary collection ships, so that the total number of ships under the command of Duke William exceeded 1,000, and the number of soldiers recruited reached 14,000.

Although the soldiers whispered this, they could only obey the king's orders. The warships set sail, and the helmsmen tried their best to control the direction of the warship. In the gray sky, the three-eyed shadow raven took the scene on the sea to the ground.

After putting the last jewel in his hand into his pocket, Allen stood up and stretched his waist. From the eyes of the shadow three-eyed raven he knew that William ’s grand plan was on the verge of breaking, if not knowing 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 doom played by Royna.

Knowing that the other party had begun to act, Allen sent himself to southern England, but it was not Isle of Wight but Dover was prepared to suffer a disaster under the raging winds of the other party. Allen planned to use this first to begin the harvest of the soul journey. one stop.

On the white cliffs of Dover, a symbol of England, Alan Harris looked out over the sea, and at his feet was a three-mile white cliff. The highest point of the cliff is 110 meters, which is composed of fine-grained limestone. Looking at England from the European continent, the most striking is this beautiful white cliff.

And Allen was obviously not in a mood to watch this beauty at this time. He frowned and looked at it for a moment, because Allen accidentally discovered that although the sailing speed was very slow in the upwind, William ’s fleet was still stable at this time. William would pay a weight-bearing price for his unwillingness to act as he had written in history, but he did not expect it to be so smooth.

With the advancement of time and the approaching of the William Fleet, Allen finally understood the meaning of the sin in Ravenclaw ’s mouth. His original intention was to use these Normans to die under the power of nature before going on their own. Picking a cheap one, but now the situation reminds Allen of a knowledge and spell he learned on the Nether Scroll, plus the slavery gems he made for his own use of the Vikings, and finally made him aware of himself It is the actual participants in these few periods of history.

Through the eyes of the shadowed three-eyed raven, Allen could look at the faces under the dense Norman nasal helmet, he recalled the era he belonged to, the entire wizarding world because of the mysterious man and the Death Eaters like his gangster The level of horror created by gangs of this nature is panic-stricken, and even the number of people in the battle in the Division of Mystery cannot be compared with the number of living lives on board.

Letting himself walk to the far side of the cliff, Alan opened his mouth to cast a spell, but at the beginning of it, he relieved the magic that had just started. He lowered his mouth and lips, wiped his sweat with his hand, and saw a few times through the raven. A Norman with light blond hair calmed Allen. He took a deep breath and then firmed his faith.

Allen no longer hesitated to hold his staff in one hand and let it stand on the edge of the cliff. The other hand also stretched high into the sky, uninterrupted with the obscure but magical rune spell From Allen's mouth, the magic that was visible to the naked eye was surging around him.

With the long ritual magic of this casting process, with the crackling lightning clouds, they gradually gathered around Allen. These clouds gathered together and gradually became louder. They continued to rotate 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 out into the sky of the English Channel.

This is a legendary world weaving spell called Marvin invented by the ancient Nesreal wizards. Although it is far less powerful than its name, it can temporarily change the weather in a region. The Nesreal people Through hundreds of castings by many wizards, it is even possible to permanently change the climate of a region. Through this method, your own land is more suitable for planting, and the enemy's fields are turned into deserts.

Alan, who is in the middle of the vortex, continues to repeat the spell. He maintains this spell and strengthens the storm that is accumulated thicker and wider and wider in the upper air.

The wind screamed on the sea, and the turbulent waves shattered into a large vortex of waves. It was like a calm ocean surface was violently hit. This was really a disaster. William's lips on the ship kept moving, praying for God's blessing.

The soldiers did not have such a good concentration, they panicked at once, and many people shouted loudly: "The storm is coming, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking!"

The warship rolled on the cusp of the waves, the storm stirred up a huge vortex on the sea, about one-third of the ships were overturned one by one, and involved in the huge vortex, while the remaining fleet panicked Fled eastward.

Even soldiers who had luckily jumped into the sea before the ship sank, even if it did not count on the suction of the vortex, whether it would swim or not, fell into the water that was hitting the huge waves in the stormy weather.

The swimming soldiers were still struggling in the sea water and the whirlpool, their arms were constantly flapping against the water, their feet were constantly kicking in the sea water, and the turbulent bitter water continued to pour into their throats. After struggling to rise to the surface again, they were at a loss. They had realized that it was no use trying to struggle as hard as possible. At most, it was only a little time to die.

At the moment of loss of consciousness, many soldiers saw the sorcerer covered in black, wearing a strange robe, holding a staff, and the wizard was floating in the sky above the vortex. Although Alan in the air seemed to exude a cold breath of death, the hopeful soldiers still reached out to the devil in front of them with an infinite love of opposites.

It's just that Alan floating in the sky didn't see such a scene. He didn't look at the scene like purgatory from beginning to end. He just maintained his toughness and coldness, listening quietly to the sea breeze. Howling, when the master of the sound passes away, try to use the staff to absorb the souls of the soldiers killed by the storm and avoid wasting it.

Until the last faint shout disappeared, only a burst of fire blazed brighter than lightning in the dark sky.

William, Duke of Normandy, lost many ships and his men. Not only did he fail to cross the strait, but instead he was forced to stop at the Port of Saint-Valery in France, 140 miles to the east to take refuge ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Frustrated William After placing the remaining ships and men, they came to a low-rise house. He threw his helmet on the wooden table in frustration, and the dark room was just like his depressed mood.

"If you have offended you while serving you, please show your servant that this is for you, fighting up and down the earth in your name, but you are giving away torture ..." confessed to the **** William had to admit that things could have been more beneficial to them, but in fact they are now on the verge of despair.

In this storm, William lost more than 300 ships and thousands of men. William, who had unloaded all his equipment, sighed. Although they are indeed closer to England now, headwinds still prevail, and he is still on the other side of the English Channel.

Severely hit by the storm created by Allen, watching the stronger north wind make William ’s dream of inheriting the throne of England a nightmare. He prayed in the church for a long time every day, and watched the weather vane on the church from time to time. To observe the wind direction,

Tears often slipped over William's cheeks, who now maintained the goal only with the last unsatisfactory belief-although in fact the disaster and delay made the Norman Duke take advantage of it.