Chapter 643： The price of the king (1/2)
When the Cecil’s armored gryphon passed by the sky, the Earl of Jury had a leisurely view of the crows. The high ground that once had several towers and a small fort was one of St. Sunil’s defending strongholds. However, at this moment, it has been destroyed by the war. The ruins of the fallen ruins can only see the flag equipment left behind by the garrison retreat and the corpses of the cluster giants. The new banner is now flying between these broken ruins. A wonderful contrast beauty.
The cool wind blew over, and there was some strange smell on the battlefield. Earl of Jury took a deep breath and said with a smile: "It was really difficult in the past few days, but fortunately the hard days are finally over."
"We haven't encountered any resistance. There are only a few monsters that are seriously injured in this place," said a viscount. "Isn't these results enough?"
"It doesn't matter, we can gather these ready-made wrecks and gather them together," Earl Jury said casually. "Our kings should be very busy next, and there must be no time to tell these little things."
"Our new king..." the viscount next to him said with a chuckle, then looked up curiously at the sky. "Strange, how have the lions been here?"
"That should be the Cecil's Griffin," Earl of Jury looked up at the sky. "Are they coming to say hello to us?"
The armored gryphon hovered over the crow platform for a while, then suddenly shook its wings and slanted toward the distance.
Earl of Jury squinted, and after a moment, a kind of uneasiness finally emerged from his heart.
He thought of Count Lukeley, who was executed by the king.
"This is a trap"
Earl of Juryer screamed, but a sharp whistle came from afar...
The crow platform was shrouded in a blast-like explosion, and the flash continued, and the clouds rose.
Welsh stood on the wall of St. Sunil and looked at it calmly. It took a long time to whisper: "He is decisive."
And those who are apart from him, those who stand on the wall, know what is on the crow's platform, those who support the king's aristocratic children, the defenders of the city, and others who have been left behind by Wales for various reasons, all of them Watching the horrible scene in the distance with shock and fear.
The crowd exclaimed, the city wall was in chaos, some people flew in the direction of the king, and wanted to ask for further orders, but Wales raised the sword in his hand and blessed the magic sound to the city wall: "Quiet inner court nobles, stay guards, Follow me out of town and meet the Duke of Cecil."
"Your Majesty!" An inner court aristocrat exclaimed. "Absolutely! They just bombarded the crow platform, they just killed..."
"Do they know that there are aristocratic knights on the crows?" Welsh calmly asked, "Do they know the orders I made in the Silver Fort?"
"Your Majesty, this..."
"This may be a terrible misunderstanding, so it needs to be clarified in person," Wales said in an unquestionable tone. "In any case, the Cecils saved the king and cleared the monsters on the plains. Their army is there. Outside the city, we must see."
The last sentence of the king awoke all the people present. The inner aristocrats who were in fear and fear realized that the real initiative was in the hands of those who were smarter, and suddenly they were faintly aware of the unusual attitude of Wales. A little bit of truth, smelling a terrible **** truth in the sun, after a brief stunned, they found that they have no more choices.
Regardless of the truth behind the shelling on the crow platform, they must now go out of town to meet the Cecil Army in accordance with the king's orders.
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“The meeting place is in Mill Town, which is already in ruins,” Victoria concluded with the magical communication of the Duke of Berdwin, turning to look at Gao Wen. “The Welsh and Inner Court nobles have already set off.”
Gao Wen nodded: "We are also starting."
His calm attitude even made Victoria feel an unspeakable fear, the latter could not help but say: "You don't worry if it is a trap?"
"Worry, so I will take a tank camp but I don't think it will be used. Wales is a smart person, especially for Berkman Franklin."
Victoria stumbled a bit and then swept through the dark crow standing not far away.
The terrible incident that took place in the sun was done by a letter from the Royal Shadow Guard. At first Victoria had thought about why Berdwin did not contact himself directly through magical communication. After all, he had already arrived at St. Su In the Neil area, it was within the scope of the magic communication, but soon she wanted to understand that the Western guardian knew her well. Bai Dewen knew that she would not agree with this bold and extreme "conspiracy". Can let her take a shot to stop this from happening.
The Duke of Berdwin, who runs the business of Ansu, may be acting as a businessman... accurately calculating the greatest interests for the country, and then doing everything in order to achieve it... Victoria in the aristocratic fence of Su Chen is probably never imitated.
Gao Wen has already stepped outside the command post, and Victoria quickly regained his spirit and stepped forward, but before getting on the bus, the North Duke suddenly found himself on the scene: "Where is the Miss Amber?" Already?"
Gao Wen walked to the magic car parked in the camp and said casually: "She went to investigate something."
In the depths of the camp, in a barracks guarded by soldiers, a magic net terminal is running, and the printing device connected to the terminal is constantly spitting out one piece of white paper with a lot of text printed on the paper. , as well as a black and white picture and a detailed hand-painted emblem.
Amber sat next to the magic net terminal, flipping the printed paper and showing a weird smile with a three-point satisfaction and seven points of ridicule.
"It’s so much... It’s really a loss that Wales can keep the city until today when it’s being dragged by such a group of people...”
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The Cecil Legion separated a Guard and traveled to the ruins of Mill Town outside St. Sunille at the agreed time and place, and Wales had arrived before they arrived.
This ruin with almost no wreckage has no need for occupation and repair. The squadron’s army has leveled it and demolished almost all its buildings and walls. It seems that only a complete reconstruction is to deal with it. Its the best means.
The Knights of the Knights, who were sent here, almost wiped out the sporadic monsters wandering around the ruins with little effort, and then inserted the Ansu flag on a piece of broken bricks.
When the direction of the crows came to the rumble, the Knights were silently stationed here. They had already received orders, and no matter what happened, they could not leave the place, and if the crows had nothing to do...
Their task is to intercept the returned nobles here.
The flag of Ansu flutters on the edge of the ruined town, with broken bricks and collapsed walls in the sun with a bleak atmosphere, a silent knight guarding this broken brick, Welsh Moen The aristocrats and soldiers who led their loyalty to themselves, stood outside the town, watching the weird steel war machines enter the open space.