Chapter 430： They are coming

The Rock Fortress, the inner city, a team of bright knights and soldiers are walking across the wide town streets. Over the team, the flag of the Earl of Pompeii in the Holy Spirit Plain is flying in the air, and the golden red embroidery thread is in the sun. A dazzling brilliance, gorgeous and stylish.

The prince of Maryland stood on the wall of the inner city, overlooking the appearance of the army queue team. After a long time, he whispered: "This is probably the last aid we can count on."

“It’s better than nothing,” said the Count of Carol, standing next to the Maryland singer. “The Earl of Pompeii knows what it means to be broken once the fortress is broken.”

The team that entered the city was not the Knights' squad sent by the royal family, but the private army of Count Pompeii. The appearance of this army means that the Earl of the Lord finally felt from the recent news. The urgency of the situation made a decision.

The Rock Fortress is located on the edge of the Earl of Pompeii. In name, the land where the fortress is located belongs to the Pompeii family, but in reality the fortress is directly controlled by the royal family, including the soldiers in the fortress, all directly loyal to the king. There are also farms, mines, and mills around the fortress. Count Pompeii has no obligation to support or support the fortress, but it is clear that the count is very clear that once the fortress was hit by the Cecil family, his The territory will be in jeopardy.

The news that "the ancestors did not follow the ancestral system" had already been passed out through the southern aristocrats who had taken refuge in the fortress. Earl Pompeii did not dare to guarantee that the Cecil army would stop after the rock fortress, and would not guarantee the fortress. Will the Cecil army first plunder in the surrounding area to make up for the loss of war. Although at the beginning, he seemed to believe that the Cecil people had no way to take the meteorite fortress, so it was quite a bit of peace of mind, but in the Maryland Jazz After hard work, he eventually sent his own army to support this, and this team is also the only reinforcement that the Maryland Jazz can pull.

“It’s totally unknown how much fighting power these polites in the Holy Spirit Plains can play,” Sir Maryland sighed. “But as you said, it’s better than not to be able to manipulate the trebuchet, or hide. Launch a bow and arrow behind the wall."

The Viscount Carol hesitated, and finally did not hold back and asked: "What new news has the South recently?"

"I sent three batches of spies, pretending to be merchants and hunters, and only a group of people came back," said the Maryland Jazz. "It’s only now that the Cecils are sending troops here, but more south." I can't find out completely..."

"They didn't give up..." Viscount Carol sank in his heart. "They will come sooner or later."

Looking at the face of a gray face, even with the scare look of the Viscount, the Maryland jazz can only helplessly sigh in the heart.

He had great confidence in the fortress he was stationed in. Although he heard many terrible stories about the Cecil army from the refuge of the southern aristocrats, he still had confidence in his fortress. In his opinion, these The southern aristocrats were so scared that the enemy’s horror impressions have been magnified in their hearts. The Maryland jazz is a man who has experienced many battlefields. He knows this scary person very well, so filter out these After the exaggerated elements of the aristocratic discourse, he was not scared by the Cecil army.

But that doesn't mean he will take care of the threats that will be faced.

The Cecils will not be "like the gods" as described by the Southern aristocrats, but they are definitely not a force that can be underestimated. In the face of the powerful Cecil army, the Rock Fortress will certainly experience some hardships, according to Maryland. The Jazz's deduction, the Cecil's "Skyfire Explosion" should not be able to break through the fortress's magical barrier in a short period of time, but the fortress's defenders have no way to repel Cecil, who can launch continuous magic attacks at remote distances. people.

This battle should evolve into a protracted confrontation, or, in a more frustrating way, the Cecils unilaterally bombard the meteorite fortress for a long time, and the defenders of the Rock Fortress will be difficult to take the initiative.

The Maryland singer is not afraid of the long and arduous battle. What he really worries is that the Rock Fortress is now in a state of isolation and helplessness. This is a situation in which the country is deteriorating.

As long as this deteriorating situation does not improve one day, no matter how long the meteorological fortress can last, it will eventually persist.

He patted the shoulders of the Viscount Carol: "Go back, we need to relax and relax, drink two glasses of wine to ease your nerves."

They left the wall and came to the hall of the fortress area.

As soon as the door of the hall was pushed open, the Maryland sir saw the Viscounti Marioland wearing a loose dressing gown standing in the middle of the hall with a glass of wine, drunkenly talking to the maid in the hall, not far from the side. It was the Viscount of Concord, who was walking around. The face was full of anxiety, and judging from his face, he probably had a lot of drinks.

"Oh! Jazz! And my friend, Count Carol," Mario Lan saw the person who pushed in the door, and immediately raised his glass and said loudly, "To pay tribute to you, you should taste this."

"Olan, you drink too much," Carroll frowned slightly, looking at the person who had been more and more misbehaving in recent days. He was quite helpless in his tone. "And how do you wear a nightgown in the hall?"

"This is inside the castle. You can wear a nightgown anywhere in the castle..." Mariolan laughed. "Reassured, I am sober..."

Viscount Concord came over and walked straight through Mario Lan, who was already a little confused. His eyes were full of grace, and there was congestion caused by excessive drinking over several days: "Jazz, there is a South..."

The Maryland singer waved his hand when he said it: "There is no good news."

Viscount Carroll disappointedly looked at the two friends in front of him, a depression, a depression, and the aristocratic calm and decent have almost disappeared from them.

Not only these two friends, but the other aristocrats who fled from the south to the fortress are almost no better.

These viscounts and barons gathered in the banquet hall, or drilled in the bars and hustle and bustle of the city, squandering the only money left in their own bodies, consuming worthless energy, eating and drinking, almost completely invisible. A little bit of hope for hope.

When he thought of it, he couldn't help but raise his head and look for someone in the hall. Soon, the figure of Luo Pei-Guilan, the slightly thin figure, appeared in his sight.

The marquis just sat quietly in a corner and whispered something to one of her knights. Although her face also had faint anxiety, the calm appearance was really different from others.

For many days, this situation also fell in the eyes of the Maryland jazz. The high-ranking knight looked at the other aristocrats in the hall and couldn't help but shook his head and whispered: "Not as good as a widow..."

The nickname Carroll, who was next to him, heard the jazz's jealousy, but did not hear it, but he just wanted to ask and saw the door of the hall being pushed away again.

A knight in armor rushed into the hall, and the impact of the steel boots and the ground echoed in the hall. The people nearby were quiet and looked at the knight who suddenly ran in with amazement.

"General! General!" The Cavaliers yelled and ran to the front of Maryland. "A small number of people who fled outside the city said they came from the Gülen area!"

Glan area?

The southern nobles in the hall suddenly looked down at the Princess Roperie Graham, who was sitting in the corner, and in their sight, the woman also raised her head and looked at the Maryland jazz with a horrified look. The knight in front of you.

The Maryland priest took this scene into his eyes and then turned to look at the knight of the letter: "Where are they?"

"In the barracks below the outer wall," the Cavaliers replied. "We didn't let them into the city and there was a team of soldiers watching."

The Maryland singer nodded and nodded: this is necessary caution.

The Cecils have apparently blocked the southern region. At least in the buffer zone between the meteorite fortress and the south, the Cecil’s blockade line is everywhere, and the experienced spies sent out from the fortress cannot break through this layer. Blockade lines, people who can escape from the south at this time... no matter how they look, they are very suspicious.

"Take them to the main hall," Sir Maryland quickly made a decision and looked back at the southern aristocrats who had gathered in the hall. "Mr. ladies, I invite everyone to go. Maybe we can finally get the South." Clear message."

Soon, the Maryland jazz and the southern aristocrats came to the main hall of the castle district, and shortly after they entered the hall and sat down on the high platform, a small group of soldiers walked in with a few ragged, scarred people.

The few people apparently experienced a hardship. They were ragged, dirty, and bruised. The gesture of the wolverine made the southern aristocrats on the scene unable to remember what they had seen not long ago. The Maryland sir also sighed. Then he asked out, "Who are you? Are you from Gülen?"

The few ragged men were mostly nervous and nervous. Only one person stood in the center and remained calm. It was a tall middle-aged man. He seemed to be turning his head without hearing the words of the Maryland jazz. In the hall, I was looking for someone. Finally, his eyes fell on the woman of Roperie Graham. The middle-aged man immediately yelled at the woman, with a whimper in her voice: "The hostess, I finally saw you!" ”

Roppie Gülen also recognized the person in front of her, she stood up from her seat, with an incredible tone: "This is my steward!"

"Ms., are you sure?" Sir Mary, with some suspicion, looked at the ragged, dirty middle-aged man. "Is he really your steward?"

"Of course I can be sure," Roppie Gülen responded immediately. She scanned everyone on the scene. "I don't have a drink!"

"Well, I understand," the Maryland jazz nodded and looked at the middle-aged man standing under the steps. "Mr. Steward, can you bring the news of the South?!"

"They are coming! The hostess, and the adults, the Cecils are coming!" The housekeeper said with a painful look, full of fear in his tone, "They have occupied the castle of Gülen and also occupied Concord." In the Carroll area, they are coming here!"