Chapter 635： king (1/2)

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.