Chapter 426： The sun is setting

The huge daylight gradually sank to the distant mountains, and the stalwart mountain fronts stretched far away, as if an irregular spine bulged on the ground, and the glow of the setting sun was plated on the spine. The bright side of the dragonfly, and as the huge sun slowly sinks, the color of this bright side is becoming more and more dreamy.

This is a wonderful view. Only on the highest tower of the Rock Fortress, can you see this magnificent scenery in its entirety.

However, the Maryland jazz at the moment did not have much mood to appreciate the beauty of the scene.

On the tower of the fortress, the singer of Maryland is taking his eyes back from the mountains on the west side. In the corner of his eyes, he sees a giant beast with strong wings, a mighty white feather, and a blue-black tie. Flying in the distance.

I hope that there is good news that the general who guarded the fortress could not help but mourn in his heart.

After a while, when the sun sank a third, a pro soldier finally rushed to the tower and handed a sealed document to the Maryland sir: "General! From the king Reply!"

The prince of Maryland immediately took the paperwork and quickly dismantled it, line by line, looking at the subtle words of the words, and his brows wrinkled a little bit in the process.

The pro-military who delivered the instrument followed the Maryland jazz for many years and understood every expression of the jazz. At this moment, he couldn’t help but ask: "General... What does this say?"

"Wangdu's lords are finally willing to send a knight squad to come over..." said the Maryland singer, "only a knight battalion."

"A Cavaliers?" The pro-arms were amazed. "A hundred knights and their envy?"

"It’s eighty knights and their envy," said Sir Maryland, throwing the papers aside, quite a bit gnashing. "Do you think the Knights' squad sent by St. Sunil will be fully edited?"

"What can that be used for?!" The pro-arms exclaimed in disbelief. "The Cavaliers who died in the first round of the skyfire on the gravel ridge are more than this number..."

"Of course I know, but what we said is useless," the singer of Maryland interrupted the words of the pro-military. He looked at the confidant who had won his trust and shook his head and sighed. "In fact, there was no reinforcement at all. This knight’s brigade is supported by the Prince of Wales in private, just to maintain his face.”

The pro-inspector asked subconsciously: "Why..."

However, the Maryland Jazz did not respond to him. This high-ranking knight, who had been directly in the royal family for many years and was decent and decent, but now hugged and locked all day, just shook his hand and then turned around and left the tall tower.

Walking down the spiral staircase of the tower and walking through the narrow "sword porch", the jazz came to the south wall of the fortress. He walked along the wall. In the middle of the wall, he saw a familiar figure.

Viscount Carroll is standing on the edge of the wall and staring into the distance.

The young aristocrat who once had a good spirit and has a reputation in the whole south has long lost his heroic appearance. Although he has put on a clean and neat satin coat, his face has returned to health, but it is hard to say. The deep pressure entangled him, letting him stand there like a statue that was blown by the wind.

Viscount Carol seemed to be twenty years old overnight. He stood there in a thin coat in the midsummer season, watching the south motionlessly, until the Maryland jazz stood behind him, he did not have the slightest reaction.

The Maryland jazz had to break the silence: "My friend, you are watching the South again."

Viscount Carroll shook a bit and saw that it was the singer of Maryland. He smiled and shook his head. He raised his finger to the rolling hills in the south: "From there, there is a road in the woods. I can ride to me in three days. Lovely midsummer manor... Three more days, my castle..."

The mary of Maryland looked seriously at the eyes of Viscount Carol: "My friend, this is a dangerous thought, the South is quite dangerous now!"

"I know, I know, the people of the Cecil family are receiving the land of the entire southern land, receiving a manor in a manor, and driving out the knights and family members we left from the castle... I am afraid there are already many knights and The ministers all loyal to their new master," Viscount Carroll sighed, and his eyes slowly recovered from the distance. "The South is both a hometown and a nightmare for me. I have been dreaming these days, dreaming of returning to the castle, then Burned to death in the castle..."

The Maryland buds shook his head: "Perhaps you should learn to relieve yourself of pressure like Viscount Concord and Viscount Marie Olam."

“Relieve yourself with alcohol and potions? Or go to the city to find a few senior cockroaches? I don’t want to die in the tank or on the woman’s belly,” Viscount Carroll shook his head in pain, then suddenly remembered What, there was a glimmer of light in the eyes, grabbed the hand of the Maryland jazz, "Yes! Jazz, I just saw the Griffin messenger flying into the nest tower, is it the king to come to the news?"

The Maryland sir looked at the southern aristocrat who had some friendship with himself. I wondered if he should tell the other person the truth, but he finally said: "The king has no extra reinforcements... only Wales? Prince Moen sent in his own name. A knight team."

Viscount Carol's eyes widened, and after half a minute, he was a little disappointing and exclaimed: "So these?! Are the nobles of the kingdom dead?"

"Just like this," said the Maryland Sir, quietly, looking at the Viscount's eyes and calming the other with his eyes. "My friend, pay attention to your demeanor. You are now like a gambler who is about to lose everything."

"I have lost everything!" Viscount Carol grabbed his hair. "The whole southern scene has completely fallen into the hands of the Cecil family. The kings really don't know what it means? They have forgotten. The purpose of the establishment of this meteorite fortress was that they really did not worry about the Cecil family rushing to the plains of the Holy Spirit to find them old accounts?!"

"The mission of the Rock Fortress is to guard the plains of the Holy Spirit, to defend the Cecil family, Mr. Viscount, I swear in the name of the family, even if there is no reinforcement, my and my Knights will complete this task," Sir Maryland said seriously. Calm down, don't forget the solidity of the Rock Fortress itself and the power of thousands of elite knights and warriors. We have plenty of material reserves and water from the Dorgon River. From the very beginning, this fortress was under great attack. Designed with the standard of stress."

The look of Viscount Carol seems to have eased a little, but it is still quite anxious: "...you have not faced the skyfire, you don't know how terrible those things are, once they advance to the plain under the wall, Outside the range of the trebuchet, all the people in the city can be killed... I calculated the possible range of those weapons, and observed the flight path of those magical devices. The trebuchet and the wall that rely on the meteorite fortress can’t help. of."

"The Rock Fortress has a special defense," the Maryland singer comforted Carroll. "Don't worry, even if the ‘Scenery Explosion’ will fall from the sky as you said, we have a way to deal with it.”

"I hope so..." Viscount Carol sighed. This was probably the most sigh of time in his life. After a little calm down and the initial excitement was relieved, he noticed that the Maryland Sir did not say. A clear detail, "Jazz, can the king really not even send a real reinforcement? Even if the situation is turbulent, the army of the king can not be transferred, the aristocrats of the Holy Spirit Plain and the Corps of the West?"

Viscount Carroll can understand that the royal family paid more attention to the move in the east in the face of the double crisis of the rebel army in the east and the chaos in the south, because both politically and practically threatened by Prince Edmund and Silasro The Eastern rebels, who were commanders of the Duke of Len, and who had been rebellious, were much more severe than the crisis in the South. The situation in the South has deteriorated again. The news has spread to the ears of the royal family. I am afraid that only the aristocrats in the south are separating the territory. "Aristocratic war" only, if it is not the rise of the Cecil family in this war, I am afraid that the royal family that is currently in deep crisis will not even pay attention to this "small problem", but even so, with the South forty The news that several nobles were leveled by the Cecil family was passed to the kingdom. How much should the royal family say a little?

A rising Cecil who can wipe out all the aristocratic coalition forces in the entire South in a short time, once they break through the blockade of the Rock Fortress, enter the plain of the Holy Spirit, and embark on the King's Road, who will bear this consequence?

In the face of the question of the Viscount Carol, the Maryland singer can only sigh: "The Soly Fort in the eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit has fallen behind the army of Prince Edmund has entered the hinterland of the kingdom."

The Viscount Carol widened his eyes.

The singer of Maryland did not continue to speak, but turned around and looked at the mountains that stretched westward on the west side of the wall.

The sun is setting.

......

Whenever the sun goes down, the magic spar lights and other large and small urban lighting facilities in Cecil City will start under the control of the sensible runes. The bright magical light shines from the banks of the White River to the foot of the dark mountains, from the mine. The boulevard continues to the frost forest village, as if the stars shining on the earth illuminate the city, and whenever these bright street lights are lit up, Gao Wen will habitually come to the window of the second floor of the lord’s house, looking forward to outside.

Those neat and bright magic spar lights always reminded him of the city lights of the previous world, and reminded him of the awning that lit up between the camp and the fence when he first came to the open space. Torch and brazier.

Where the light shines, wherever civilization is, even if a world is changed, even if the carrier of the light changes from a light to a crystal, at least this is still common.

But even if the lights are bright, there are always things in the shadows.

For example, the amber that is being sneaked out from the shadow of the corner.

"Where?"

Gao Wen had already felt the smell of amber appear in the room. Before the elf's shame touched the silver seal on the desk, he suddenly broke the silence.

Amber jumped out of the shadow sneak state a little bit, and quite dissatisfied with Gao Wen’s sneak peek at today’s sneaky plan, which obviously would destroy her good mood.

Although she has never succeeded.

"I can't figure it out, how can you be so happy with such boring things," Gao Wen looked at the half-elf with helplessness. "What's the situation?"

"The secret report, the Rock Fortress."