The huge sun disc gradually sank near the distant mountains, and the jagged front line of the mountains stretched in the distance, like an irregular spine rising above the ground, and the brilliance of the setting sun cast a hazy line on this spine. It is a hazy bright edge, and as the huge sun sinks slowly, the color of this bright edge is becoming deeper and more dreamy.
This is really a wonderful view. Only from the tallest tower of the Rock Fortress can such a magnificent view be fully seen.
However, Jazz Maryland at the moment was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him.
On the tower of the fortress, Sir Maryland was looking away from the mountains on the west side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge beast with strong wings, mighty white feathers, and blue-black lace. Fly from afar.
I hope there is good news. The general guarding the fortress couldn't help but muttered in his heart.
After a while, when the sun sank by another third, a soldier finally ran up the tower in a hurry, and handed a sealed document to Sir Maryland: "General! From the royal capital reply!"
Sir Maryland immediately took the document, quickly tore it apart, and looked at the exquisite and gorgeous words line by line, while his brows frowned little by little during the process.
The soldier who delivered the document had followed Sir Maryland for many years and knew every expression of Sir Maryland. At this moment, he couldn't help asking: "General...what does it say?"
"The masters of the royal capital are finally willing to send a cavalry squadron..." Sir Maryland said with difficulty concealing his irritability, "There is only one cavalry squadron."
"A knight brigade?" The soldiers were surprised, "A hundred knights and their retinues? That's all?"
"It's eighty knights and their retinues," Sir Maryland said, throwing the documents aside, gnashing his teeth, "Do you think the cavaliers sent from Saint-Sunil City will be full?"
"What's the use of that?!" The soldiers exclaimed in disbelief, "the number of knights who died in the first round of sky fire explosion on the gravel ridge is more than this number..."
"Of course I know, but it's useless for us to say anything," Sir Maryland interrupted the soldiers. He looked at this trusted confidant, shook his head and sighed, "In fact, there were no reinforcements at all. This cavalry team is all supported by the Prince of Wales in a private name, just to maintain face."
The soldier asked subconsciously: "Why..."
However, Sir Maryland did not respond to him. This high-ranking knight who had served the royal family directly for many years and had a decent reputation, but now frowning all day long just waved his hand vigorously, then turned around and left the tall tower.
Walking down the spiral downward stairs of the tower, and walking through the narrow "Sword Gallery", Jazz came to the south wall of the fortress. He walked forward along the wall, and in the middle of the wall, he saw a familiar figure.
Viscount Carroll was standing on the edge of the city wall, looking into the distance ecstatically.
This once high-spirited young aristocrat, known throughout the southern border as chic and suave, has long since lost his heroic appearance. Although he has put on a clean and tidy satin coat again, and his face has returned to health, there is an indescribable feeling. The deep pressure haunted him, making him stand there like a weather-beaten statue.
Viscount Carroll seemed to have aged twenty years overnight. He stood there wearing a thin coat in the midsummer season, looking at the south motionless, until Sir Maryland stood behind him. reaction.
Sir Maryland had to break the silence: "My friend, you are looking south again."
Viscount Carroll trembled, seeing that it was Sir Maryland, he shook his head with a wry smile, raised his hand and pointed to the rolling hills to the south: "Go from there, there is a road in the woods, and you can reach me in three days by horseback." Lovely Midsummer Manor... three more days to go, and it will be my castle... "
Sir Maryland looked into Viscount Carroll's eyes seriously: "My friend, this is a dangerous idea. The south is quite dangerous now!"
"I know, I know, the Cecil family is taking over the entire southern land, one manor after another, driving out all the knights and retainers we left behind from the castle... I'm afraid there are already many knights and retainers They are all loyal to their new master," Viscount Carroll sighed, and slowly retracted his gaze from a distance, "The south is both my hometown and a nightmare for me. I have been dreaming these days, dreaming of returning to the castle, and then being burnt in the castle..."
Sir Maryland shook his head: "Perhaps you should learn to reduce the pressure on yourself like Viscount Consco and Viscount Mary Orland."
"Use alcohol and potions to decompress yourself? Or go to the city to find a few high-class prostitutes? I don't want to die in a wine tank or on a woman's belly," Viscount Carroll shook his head in pain, and then seemed to suddenly remember What, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed Sir Maryland's hand, "That's right! Sir, I just saw a griffin messenger flying into the nest tower. Is there news from the capital?"
Sir Maryland looked at the southern nobleman who had some friendship with him in front of him. He didn't know whether he should tell the other party the truth, but finally he said: "The king has no extra reinforcements... only the one sent by Prince Welsh Moen in his own name A battalion of knights."
Viscount Carroll's eyes widened, and he was stunned for half a minute before he exclaimed a little out of composure: "That's all?! Are all the nobles in the capital dead?!"
"That's all," Sir Maryland said quietly. He looked into the Viscount's eyes and used his eyes to calm him down. "My friend, pay attention to your demeanor. You are like a gambler who is about to lose everything."
"I've lost everything!" Viscount Carroll scratched his hair, "The entire southern border has completely fallen into the hands of the Cecil family. Don't those people in the capital really know what this means? Have they forgotten? The original purpose of this rock fortress? Are they really not worried about the Cecil family rushing to the Holy Spirit Plain to settle old scores with them?!"
"The mission of the Rock Fortress is to guard the Holy Spirit Plain and defend the Cecil family. Mr. Viscount, I swear in the name of the family that even without reinforcements, my Knights and I will complete this mission," Sir Maryland said solemnly, " Calm down, don't forget the strength of the Rock Fortress itself and the strength of thousands of elite knights and warriors. We also have sufficient material reserves and water from the Dorgon River. From the very beginning, this fortress was designed to withstand huge attacks designed for pressure standards."
The expression on Viscount Carroll's face seemed to have eased a little, but he was still quite worried: "...you have never faced the explosion of sky fire, you don't know how terrible those things are, once they advance to the plain under the city wall, they will be destroyed on the ground. The people in the city can be killed out of the range of the trebuchet... I have calculated the possible range of those weapons and observed the flight paths of those magic devices. "
"The Rock Fortress has special defense methods," Sir Maryland comforted Carroll, "don't worry, even if those 'sky fire explosions' fall from the sky as you said, we have a way to deal with it."
"I hope so..." Viscount Carroll sighed. This period of time was probably the time when he sighed the most in his life. After calming down a little and the initial excitement calmed down, he noticed that Sir Maryland hadn't made it clear just now. A detail, "Sir, is it true that the capital can't even send a real reinforcement? Even if the army in the capital cannot be mobilized due to the turbulent situation, what about the noble soldiers in the Holy Spirit Plain and the troops from the western region?"
Viscount Carroll can understand the royal family's move to pay more attention to the east in the face of the double crisis of the rebels in the east and the chaos in the south, because no matter from the political sense or the actual threat, Prince Edmund and Silas Rowe The Duke of Lun, the eastern rebels who have already rebelled all over the country are much more serious than the southern crisis. No matter how the situation in the south deteriorates, the news to the royal family is probably nothing more than the nobles in the south who are separating their territories. Noble War", if it wasn't for the rise of the Cecil family in this war, I am afraid that the royal family, which is currently in deep crisis, would not even pay attention to this "small problem". The news that many nobles were wiped out by the Cecil family spread to the royal capital, so the royal family should show something, right
A rising Cecil who can wipe out all the coalition forces of nobles in the entire southern border in a short period of time, once they break through the blockade of the Rock Fortress, enter the Holy Spirit Plain, and set foot on the King's Road, who would dare to bear the consequences
Faced with Viscount Carroll's question, Sir Maryland could only let out a long sigh: "Sorlingburg, the important town in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain, has fallen and Prince Edmund's army has entered the hinterland of the kingdom."
Viscount Carroll's eyes widened.
Sir Maryland didn't continue to speak, but turned around, looking at the rolling mountains on the west side of the city wall with some ecstasy.
The sun is setting.
…
Whenever the sun goes down, the magic spar street lamps and other large and small urban lighting facilities in Cecil City will automatically start under the control of photosensitive runes. The avenue goes all the way to Shuanglin Village, illuminating the whole city like stars shining on the earth, and whenever these bright street lights are on, Gao Wen will always come to the window on the second floor of the Lord's Mansion habitually, looking at the Outside.
Those neat and bright magic spar lamps always reminded him of the city street lamps in his previous life, and reminded him of the tent that was lit between the camp and the fence when he first came to this pioneering land. Torches and braziers.
The place illuminated by the light is the place where civilization reaches. Even if the world is changed, even if the carrier of light changes from electric light to crystal, at least this point is still common.
But even when the lights are bright, there's always something moving in the shadows.
Like Amber stalking out of the shadows in the corner.
"Where are you going?"
Gao Wen had sensed the presence of amber in the room long ago, and before the shame of the elf touched the silver seal on the desk, he suddenly broke the silence.
Amber jumped out of the shadow stealth state in a little embarrassment, and gave Gao Wen a rather dissatisfied look at Gao Wen's stealth plan, which failed, which would obviously spoil her good mood.
Although she never succeeded.
"I don't understand, how can you enjoy such a boring thing so much," Gawain looked at the half-elf helplessly, "What's the matter?"
"Secret report, Rock Fortress."