Chapter 635： king

On the Gorgon River, on the wide-decked armored cargo ship "Nabir", Captain Nabir pulled an iron-gray lever, and the roar and tremor of mechanical operation came from under his feet. The endless speed of the mechanical boat slowly accelerated. On the open river in front, several ships similar to the Nabir also raised their magic energy wings, emitting a shimmering magic dust on the entire river. Slowly drifting.

The sound of the mechanical length came from the copper pipe next to it: "The mechanical cabin is working properly, the captain!"

The wind with sufficient water vapor was blowing in the face. Cecil’s flag fluttered in the wind on the bow of the Nabir. The middle-aged captain left the cabin and came to the small deck on the upper floor. He supported the small deck iron. The quality of the railing, watching the behemoth under his feet slowly accelerate, feel the power of the body filled with sighs, and gently sighed.

At any time, the feeling of riding the wind and waves can calm down the man who has dealt with the ship for half a lifetime.

He never thought that he would one day set foot on the battlefield. He was just a captain who wandered on the White River. The three wooden cargo ships were his pride. His life was not with the battlefield, but the war rushed to him. - The Cecil family suddenly rose, and the Earl of Pepe took a large number of ships to fight against this sudden rise, including Nabir's two ships and almost all his crew.

After a war, Nabir on the White River lost most of his family's property, leaving only one of the oldest cargo ships and a half-life experience.

Then, the Principality of Cecil was established, the river became smooth again, the business flourished, and various new things emerged. New mechanical boats began to replace old cargo ships, rich compensation and many promised benefits. The chilly captain moved his heart. He had a new ship and the name was the name of his first ship. The Nabir - named the ship with his own name, is very common among the captains.

Then, after the new war, the Office of Government Affairs began recruiting ships from the private sector and recruiting experienced captains. They promised generous conditions, so Nabir moved again – and perhaps partly because of “ The sense of honor of Cecil citizens, he responded to the recruitment, and even took the boat to the front line.

The world seems to suddenly become very fast, and it is almost impossible for Nabiel to think about when it became like this. Perhaps most ordinary people are living like this, living in a world they cannot fully understand. Going forward in a hurry, and occasionally turning back, every step you take is so surprising.

Nabir took a deep breath of fresh air on the Gorgon River. He saw a group of soldiers walking past the deck. They were checking the crepe on the chariot, checking the iron hooks and cables used to fix the chariots. The soldiers. The waist is quite straight, walking like a wind, Yingwu and self-confidence, all of them are good guys.

They have parents and family, relatives and friends, and perhaps their own lover and children. They leave their hometown with bright armor. When they leave, they may have hugged with their families, kissed their loved ones, and they still have little tokens in their arms. Letters that have not been sent, and the tokens are accompanied by an iron plate bearing the name. They have already experienced many battles, and fortunately they have lived to this day - some of them may fall on the next battlefield, and the other part will return to their hometown with glory (and possible injury and disability)...

A few years later, those who are still alive may begin to tell their children about the battlefields they have experienced in their lifetime, including this one, and may even include the armored cargo ships that have transported them, including A sentimental and adventurous captain...

Nabir turned his head and looked at the smoky river in the distance. The majestic ship shadow of the Trailblazer was in front of the wind and waves, and it was faintly visible that Cecil’s flag fluttered in the wind.

On the upper deck of the Trailblazers, Victoria stood under the banner of hunting, and after standing for a long time, she took back the sight of looking north, then turned back to the bridge and returned to the heart of this amazing war behemoth. "Location, here, Gao Wenzheng stood in front of a spread map and discussed with Byron the point where the fleet was most likely to be attacked in the northern part of the Gorgon River, and the situation that Wangdu St. Sunil would face.

"We will pass the Stone Pass in two hours," Gao Wen looked up and looked at Victoria in front of the map. "That was the first estuary to slow down, and it was the first stop to get out of the main force." The Griffin Scouts have taken off and I am waiting for them to return the news."

"It will be a very risky move, but to be honest, I am quite adventurous," Byron squeezed his eyes. "After going back, I can brag about my daughter for ten days."

"I told Berdwin that St. Sunil would have to keep at least seven days," Victoria looked at the map that covered the entire table, and the fingers crossed over the edge of the kingdom. "St. Sunil has two things." 'As long as the two fortresses attached to the outside of the city wall do not break within these seven days, they can wait for support."

Gao Wen closed his eyes slightly, and the bird's-eye view from the satellite perspective moved and zoomed in his mind. Wang Dusheng Sunnier emerged in the center of his vision.

The huge and ancient city still stands on the plain, and it is covered with a layer of magical shield. The gleam of the shield is slightly curled up by the magical flow, making the whole king look like a heart that is slowly beating. Outside the walls of the southwest and southeast of this "heart", two strong fortresses flashed over the sky.

Outside the city, a twisted and squirming "tidal water" is slowly swallowing the defense of St. Sunil, but it has been resisted by the flashes of the two fortresses. The flashes are burning stones. The enchanted arrow and the magic missile released by the War Mage Tower.

St. Sunil has accumulated hundreds of years of experience and is facing the most difficult test since its establishment.

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A frightened bird passed over the gloomy sky of St. Suner, and a falling tail feather fluttered into the courtyard of the Silver Fort. In the courtyard, wearing a Chinese costume, the waist was smashed by the royal-shaped sword. The trail stopped and he reached out and caught the falling tail feathers, then gently let go without expression.

Behind him, Cohen Loren, the deputy head of the heavily armed Knights of the Knights, stopped his footsteps and made a metal crash on the armor of the knights who stopped the steps.

Cohen Loren whispered, "His Royal Highness?"

"Lian birds have begun to flee the city," Welsh Moen whispered. "This should be the season for white-tailed finch to nest."

Cohen Loren bowed his head: "But people are not birds."

Wales nodded slightly: "Go."

"Yes." Cohen Loren straightened his body and struck his left chest, then turned and led the knights to walk away.

In Wales, after the deputy head left, he slowly turned his head and looked deep into the shadows not far away.

Berdwin Franklin slowly came out from there: "His Royal Highness, your perception is sharper than I thought."

"Duke Franklin," Wales watched the Duke of Regency, "What are you doing here?"

“The meeting of the Golden Oak Hall has begun and the nobles are waiting for you to appear.”

Wales stunned for two seconds and nodded gently: "Seven days, is it?"

"Yes, seven days."

Wales did not speak any more. He crossed the Duke of Berdwin and walked forward.

The voice of Berdwin Franklin came from behind him: "His Highness, is your goal clear?"

“Clear,” Wales stepped down. “I am going to strengthen the walls.”

In the Golden Oak Hall, the noisy discussion is getting worse and worse. The nobles of the kings, the representatives of the knight family, and the principals who are in charge of the power are arguing in this supposedly solemn hall - everyone They are all expressing their opinions. Everyone is striving to gain control of the situation. The discussion has gradually become a controversy. The controversy has gradually approached the quarrel. In the face of life and death, the power core of the kingdom has fallen apart, and the military power has collapsed. In the case of a complete collapse of the external command function, the last powers in the city seem to have finally reached the limit.

The monsters outside the city are getting more and more, the situation has become hopeless, and the kings seem to have lost their meaning. In the face of this situation, how many big and sound voices are particularly weak, only the self-protection plan In the upper hand.

But all of a sudden, the attendant slightly sharp chanting broke the quarrel in the Golden Oak Hall, the heavy gold-plated oak door was pushed away from the outside, with a loud bang, the door wide open, Wales Mo En appeared in front of everyone.

The crown prince was late and was nearly an hour late.

But even the Crown Prince, who is not valued, will not jump out at this time to question his lateness. Welsh Moen just quietly looked around the hall and then took a step, not too slow. Go to the tall seat at the end of the hall.

The atmosphere seems a bit weird. Everyone in the Golden Oak Hall is subconsciously quiet. Many nobles look at me. I look at you. I feel that today's Prince of Wales seems to be a little different on Peace Day, while others have quietly left. His own seat, came to the prince quietly.

When Wales was halfway through, he stopped. He was standing in the middle of the hall. In the whispering voice that was screaming around him, his eyes swept over several people and said, "We will hold the city with all our strength. Who is opposed? ?"

The surrounding aristocrats suddenly screamed, and someone shouted: "His Royal Highness! There is only one dead end when it is stuck!"

"We have support," Wales looked at the direction of the voice. When he spoke, the surrounding area was quiet again. "The reinforcements were on the road, and they arrived seven days later. They were the Cecil Army in the South, and the Victorian Grand Duke also among them."

This time, the noise of the surrounding nobles was even worse than before. Countless people were shocked by this incredible news. Some people had surprises on their faces, some people looked at each other, but some people accidentally shouted: "This...this may What? Your Highness, is this news true?"

Wales once again looks in the direction of the voice.

The human heart is the same as he expected.

It is not just waiting for the news of the reinforcements. St. Sunil will become a piece of iron. In this city that is indulged, decaying, and disintegrating, the royal family has long lost its majesty. Today, even the Duke of Regency can hardly suppress all the noble families. Anyone who says something will not be believed by everyone. Even if the person who speaks has the blood of Moen - on the contrary, some people will think that this news was deliberately distributed in order to let others succumb to the city. Get enough time for the royal family to transfer their most huge property.

Even if the news is said by Berdwin Franklin, it is the same.

Because if some people are in the same position, they will do 100%.

Wales just quietly looked at the aristocrat who screamed and said slowly: "To defend the city with all your strength, wait for support after seven days. This is an order."

"His Highness, you are not a king, you can't just make such an order directly!" The king of the aristocrats who were watched by Wales screamed, "At least you have to wait..."

"Count of Lukeley," Welsh interrupted him. "Where are your family, mistresses, jewels, and the knights who should have been on the wall?"

Earl Lukeley’s eyes widened and it seemed that he finally felt a bit of pressure and shock from the “nominal Crown Prince” who lacked majesty and presence: “I...I...”

Wales calmly said: "Count, Count Ruckley, you should not send them out of the city, this is a treason."

Count Lukeley opened his mouth and seemed to want to give a few defenses, but he only had time to squeeze out a few meaningless syllables from his throat - a sword decorated with a golden pattern, I don’t know when it was pierced. His throat is precise, silent, and instantly fatal.

Wales slightly opened his side and watched the king's nobles fall to the ground like a sack of sacks. A jet of blood splashed on his cheek, and the surface of the sword he was hanging beside had been immersed in a layer. The glare of blood.

There was silence in the surrounding moments, only the unbearable silence and a pair of sights with shock and fear in the air intertwined in the air, almost half of them did not react to what happened, because this fact is beyond their imagination. : In this golden oak hall, in the most sacred and solemn place of the Ansu kingdom, Welsh Moen actually killed an earl in front of dozens of royal aristocrats. !

The other half of the hall, watching it all quietly.

Wales licked the blood on the long sword and walked to the seat at the end of the hall. Until then, the aristocrats who were shocked and stunned seemed to react suddenly. They were exclaimed and moved, but there was a heavy iron. The boots slammed into the ground and interrupted every voice that wanted to be questioned -

A large number of heavily armed knights rushed into the Golden Oak Hall, quickly controlling all the entrances and exits of the hall and surrounding the conference table in the center of the hall. Cohen Loren, wearing a blue battle mage gown and lined with a lock, then entered the hall. Gao Sheng declared: "The former head of the Royal Knights, Hailak Borg, was deprived of the post of the head of the army because of the indulgence of the soldiers.

"According to the military system, I have taken over the post of head of the Royal Knights.

"The Knights of the Royal Family swear allegiance to Welsh Moen!"

Welsh Moen? !

A pair of horrified sights looked at the unpredictable changes in the situation. They looked at the "deputy" head of the Knights, who was known for having the power of the extraordinary knights and mages, and walked into the hall, watching him look blank. Crossing the body of Earl of Clayley, it seems that I finally understand what is going to happen here today, and at this moment Welsh Moen has come to the seat at the deepest part of the hall, the one who has left Silver Fort for twenty years. The Crown Prince turned and slowly sat in his own position, and his eyes swept over everyone.

The blood of Count Lukeley was stained on his face, and the face that had been despised by everyone for twenty years was frightening at this moment.

"From today on, I am crowned King of Ansu."

I heard the plain voice of Welsh Moen, whispering in the hall, people looked at each other with suspicion, some people still doubt the authenticity of this, and some people have subconsciously raised questions: Who To hold this coronation ceremony?

At this moment, the nobles near the entrance to the hall whispered: "Franklin Dagong is here!"

People stretched their necks and looked at Berdwin Franklin, who was walking into the doorway. The Duke of Regency missed the entire meeting, and it was difficult for people to see what he was holding. The silence of words shrouded everyone.

In the hands of Berdwin Franklin, the king’s golden crown was held.

The Duke of the West stood at the door for a moment, then he took a step and stepped forward to the throne at the end of the hall.

Someone reacted at this time:

Here is the Golden Oak Hall, not only the place where the most noble aristocratic meeting is held, but also the place where the king crowned;

The dress of Welsh Moen is actually the dress of the king when he was crowned;

The handle slashed the long sword of Count Lukeley, the ceremonial sabre when the king accepted the coronation.

Under the eyes of a pair of complex emotions filled with tension, fear, expectation, horror, etc., Berdwin Franklin crossed the last distance. He came to Wales Moen and the golden crown in his hand was lifted to the air.

But his movements were still here, did not continue, and did not wear the golden crown on the head of the new king.

Welsh reached out and took the heavy crown and slowly placed it on top of the head.

In the hall, every king and nobles know what it means.

From today, Ansu will no longer have the Duke of Regency.

Welsh Moen wore a new crown that was once prepared for Edmund, silently watching everything in the hall. After a few seconds, he stood up and slowly lifted the blood-stained king's sword:

"Hold St. Sunil!

"This is the order of the king!!"