fly.
The words of the mistress echoed in the heart of the black-haired maid.
This is not a command, but a blessing.
She looked at the two long swords in her hand, buckled them on her belt casually, and then walked towards the edge of the terrace, walking faster and faster until she was running fast.
Finally, she jumped down from the edge of the terrace—a gust of wind and snow appeared just in time, covering the leaping figure and lifting her to the sky.
Among the fluttering snowflakes, there was a faintly huge shadow rushing towards the southern sky, but the shadow flashed by so quickly that everyone who noticed this vision thought they were hallucinating.
If it rises with the wind, its deformed and degenerated wings can also flap its wings and fly.
Victoria quietly watched the sudden gust of wind gradually dissipate into the sky, and looked at the huge body passing by in the leaden gray clouds in the distance. A swirling snowflake was reflected in her eyes, and she sighed softly:
"It's not good for you to hide at all—especially under the premise that the Wilder family has dealt with the Holy Dragon Principality for hundreds of years."
Afterwards, the duchess withdrew her gaze towards the sky and stared at the city wall of the castle area not far away.
Now is the time to fulfill the responsibilities of the Duke of Protector.
…
An astonishing number of humanoid monsters surged from the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain, and the terrifying cluster giant army bulldozed countless fortresses and fortresses along the way. Elrond City, Windy City, and the Corridor of the Valley were attacked one after another. Fight, suffer heavy losses...
One after another bad news came from the southeast, and in addition to the increasingly approaching attack information and more and more loss lists, the exhausted royal intelligence department was still receiving reports about the appearance of the Kingdom Army equipment in the monster army, the front line Dire news of soldiers being transformed into drake giants.
The city of Saint-Sunil has entered the highest level of martial law. A terrifying and tense atmosphere enveloped the entire city. Heavily armed knights and soldiers patrolled between the city walls and outposts all day long. Citizens closed their homes and dared not go to the streets. Almost all nobles canceled banquets on rest days and hunting in the outskirts.
Every day, there will be messengers wearing blue and white blouses and riding fast horses running into the city, or there will be griffin riders flying across the sky; every day, more soldiers will come in and out of the city gates, and there will be urgently called up reserve soldiers , There are also knights who go to the front line to support; every day, there will be new news circulating in the market.
In the Silver Castle, the nobles of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally made these gentlemen and ladies who are accustomed to speaking in a certain elegant tone give up their reserve. They discussed fiercely, proposed one plan after another, and exchanged the latest Information, the atmosphere is warm, and the head is battered. Fear and exhaustion enveloped more than half of the people.
Finally, after the fire reached San-Sunil, they became positive.
"They have already started to attack the corridor of the valley - our two fortresses there are under attack at the same time, those monsters are not only in an astonishing number, but also far surpass our soldiers!" A tall and thin royal nobleman used a nearly sharp The voice said, "If we can't stop them in the valley corridor, then there are no forts and strongholds that can stop them!!"
Another person stood up and said loudly: "We should also send the Knights of the Black Iron Castle and the Knights of Fort Chanier. The local knights in the valley corridor will definitely not be able to stop the enemy..."
"I still say the same thing, we can't send more knights out." At this moment, the supreme commander of the royal knights, the Earl of Cromwell White Mountain with dwarf blood, stood up, "We should Gathering the effective elite together and shrinking the defense of Saint-Sunil City, this is the only possible plan to defend... "
The short and fat Earl of Bahrain couldn't help standing up: "What's the use of this kind of defense?! Detention is waiting for death. Do we have reinforcements!? The situation is already clear, the main force of the Royal Army and the Mountain Knights are finished! No one will come back from the Holy Spirit Plain to support us, we have no reinforcements!!"
The hall fell silent for an instant, and the depressing atmosphere almost condensed into substance. Earl Balin mentioned this obvious fact that no one wanted to face so directly, which made many people who wanted to speak lose the courage to speak.
Cromwell Baishan stared and his beard trembled. However, he also understood that the Earl of Bahrain's words were irrefutable—his shrinking defense might indeed be the only effective way to defend the city, but the necessary follow-up of shrinking defense is To be able to wait for reinforcements, or to be able to polish the morale and soldiers of the enemy - but the fact now is that the morale and soldiers of those monsters are probably far better than Saint Sunil, and the reinforcements...
The main force of the Royal Army and the Mountain Corps should really be finished.
The head of the Royal Knights couldn't help but smashed the table.
Even for him, the best he can do at this moment is to come up with a defense plan that barely prolongs Saint-Sunil's survival time, and there is still no follow-up defense plan.
At this moment, the door of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Royal Knights ran into the hall.
In the past, no one could break into the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, obviously, no one cares about this.
Cromwell Baishan recognized the officer who broke in, and a terrible premonition suddenly rose in his heart: "What happened?"
"The Corridor of the Valley was lost, Earl North was missing on the battlefield, and Earl Baril was killed in battle," the officer said with a slightly trembling voice, "The Knights... The Knights and the Holy See guards who just went to support are completely wiped out..."
There was a sound of gasping in the hall.
Now, they don't have to discuss whether to support the Vale Corridor.
"We...we have no danger to defend," an aristocrat in the royal capital wearing a dark blue velvet coat propped his hands on the table, his face dripping with sweat, and murmured, "The defense line of the valley corridor is gone, and they are far away from the king. Both are only two days away…”
"There are really no forts and fortresses to stop them now," another voice sounded immediately, "The next one is San Sunil."
Cromwell Baishan said in a deep voice: "Now we should immediately shrink our forces and strengthen the defense of the capital."
"But sticking to it is not the answer, Your Excellency the Earl," said a royal nobleman in a white hood and a brown coat, "We may be able to move to the west—and then use the resources of the western border and the remaining fertile areas in the western part of the Holy Spirit Plain Strength regains its footing, and then slowly plans for the future... "
"Transferring to the north is also a way. The cold northern border may be able to stop those monsters, and there are mountains in the northern border..."
"The Legion of the Western Territory is already on their way to the capital. Without them, it's too early to give up on San Sunil..."
Duke Baldwin Franklin did not say a word, as if he was thinking about feasible defense plans, or weighing the proposals to abandon the royal capital. No one could guess from his deep and restrained expression that the Duke of the West Region was what to think.
In deep thought, he looked up and saw Wales Moen sitting at the head of the long table with a sinking face. The crown prince seemed to be watching all this quietly, with deep eyes and no expression. No one could guess what was going on in the crown prince's mind.
Not even Baldwin Franklin.
On both sides of the long table, the people who are really in charge of the power of the capital and the remaining army of the kingdom, they also did not participate too much in the noisy discussion.
Some of them focused on Baldwin Franklin, others on Welsh Moen.
Outside the castle, a team that was scheduled to go to the valley corridor stopped before leaving the city, and a silent Holy See Knights also stopped because of a sudden order.
No one knows what the future fate of this royal capital will be. People only know that its darkest day has arrived.
At the same time, in the Holy Light Cathedral and the Great Hall of Light, the low voice of prayer has come to an end, and the glorious holy light is still rippling in the aftermath of energy resonance, in the cloud of holy light covering the dome of the entire hall, faintly The holy, ethereal voice of Covenant lingers for a long time.
"We have lost a large number of Holy See knights and battle priests," a white-haired archbishop said to the holy seat in the center of the hall after praying, "They are all the best and most devout believers, loyal and fearless of the Lord. Soldiers, Your Majesty, we should make an exception and confer the title of saint on the most eminent of these martyrs."
"Their glorious martyrdom is the greatest homage to the Lord. They have fulfilled their oath to the Holy Light and protected the Lord's kingdom and people. They really deserve the name of saints," Pope St. Ivan III said in an old A voice came from the Holy See, "Go and draw up a list. Loyal and pure actions should be manifested."
Another bishop stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the army of blasphemy is approaching this holy city. How should we respond?"
"The Lord revealed to me that I should fight to protect it," said St. Ivan III's voice with little hesitation. "This is the test of our faithful faith-the dark days have come, and the first light is in the darkest. The hour is light, and now it is time for us to fulfill our vows to the Lord."
The bishops in the Great Hall of Light suddenly said in unison: "The first holy light shines in the darkest hour... fulfill the oath to the Lord."
On the holy seat in the center of the hall, an illusory light appeared on the old face of St. Ivan III. His eyebrows were lowered, and he prayed softly: "It's time... to be faithful to the Lord..."
Beside this devout pope, Veronica Moen just stood quietly, as if she was also praying silently, and the radiance pouring down from the top of the holy light cloud surrounded her, brighter and more brilliant than ever.
"Dark enough... will be bright enough..."
The saint princess opened her lips and whispered in a voice that only she could hear.
…
Ansu has been plunged into a near-extinction disaster.
But the trade line between Cecil and Typhon miraculously unfolded as scheduled, and developed rapidly from the very beginning.
This is a very strange thing in the eyes of Emperor Typhon Rosetta.
It seems that the wonderful "Principality" has completely resisted the man-made natural disaster that happened around them, and even entered a state of rapid development in the war caused by this natural disaster. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, everything is in a steady stream Constantly crossing the border and entering the territory of Typhon through specially opened trade channels, and the massive cotton textiles and industrial products that Typhon exported to them were completely swallowed by them.
The restoration project of the Great Wall that Typhon was in charge of had ended ahead of schedule, and Rosetta had also returned to his imperial capital, sitting in the study of the Obsidian Palace, the talented emperor was carefully watching the information collected by the consultant team The information, which accurately and vividly summarizes all the key data in the trade process between Ansu and Typhon, as well as some information that the intelligence personnel finally obtained from Ansu.
"Industrial production spurred on by war ...
"The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used magical machines in the field of warfare. The demand for the military has stimulated the entire industrial system...
"Cecil's homeland doesn't seem to be involved in a direct war, they're fighting outside the homeland...
"Cecil swallowed a prodigious amount of cotton textiles, and it is not known what they did with them, except that some of them were used for battlefield wear and tear...
"The daily-use cheap magical products made by the Cecilians are very popular in the empire..."
Rosetta Augustus put down those materials with a pensive look on her face.
The trade between the empire and the Cecilians has started surprisingly smoothly, and is developing well.
In this process, the empire seems to have really reaped the expected huge benefits, exporting a large amount of cotton textiles, and the textile mills in the Aldernan area have thus made huge profits, and the empire has also reaped the advanced transportation technology of the Cecilians, and Recently, the Manufacturing Association has made great progress in the project of imitating magic vehicles...
Everything seems to be going in a good direction.
However, Rosetta Augustus vaguely felt a quagmire, an invisible quagmire.
At this moment, the attendant's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."
Rosetta Augustus immediately sorted out his expression, he put the documents aside, and cleared his throat:
"Master please come in."