Chapter 611： Turbulent kingdom (1/2)

The darkness of the sky, the turbulent wind blowing from the plains, wrapped in the cold air that has not completely receded into the city, under the dim light, Count Pompeii stood on the terrace of the family castle, the mood is more gloomy than the sky.

More and more rumors are circulating between cities and villages. The content of rumors is particularly disturbing. Some people say that a terrible plague broke out in the Great Wood Crossing. Some people say that Wang Guojun has suffered a fiasco, and important cities and strongholds have fallen into succession. All kinds of news have been chaotic, and even the nobles like Earl have not got accurate information from the North - and this is the most disturbing point.

The castle terrace has an open view overlooking the city and the vast plains outside the city. The earliest Pompeii, with its slight blessings, is covered in warm, thick coats and canes, looking out into the distance in the cold wind. His gaze first swept through the hills and woods in the northerly direction. Not long ago, a strange team from the meteorite fortress passed by the edge of his own territory and headed north to the north. The team was led by an elf ranger. In a strange magical vehicle, carrying quirky equipment, they did not specify their mission and destination, but with the documents that Govin, the Duke of Cecil, signed.

Count Pompeii did not dare to stop.

But judging from the well-trained performance of the team and their direction of advancement, it is not difficult for Mr. Earl to guess that their actions may be related to changes in the situation in the North in recent times.

His gaze moved along the hills and plains, and the sparkling Dorgon River entered his sight, followed by the meteorite fortress between the distant mountains and the mountains. The fortress is still shrouded in a layer of magical shield, and the mountain and the wall lock together all the sights that look south.

Since the Cecil family regained control of the South, the land has closed its doors - of course, its physical "gateway" will be open every once in a while, and even a meteorite city will be open to visitors, but from In the symbolic sense, the "gateway" of the South has been closed to the present day since the end of the integration war.

The kingdom’s surveillance and control system, which was built in a hundred years, has been cut off. Now no one knows what the founding Duke of the resurrection is brewing in his country, and no one knows the land in the past. What changes have occurred in the past two years, people can only rely on the absurd and bizarre stories of businessmen and adventurers, and the glimpses of the glimpses seen in the Rock City, in addition to guessing the customs of the South. In addition, another focus of the good guys is the door to the Rock Fortress - when will the door open and under what circumstances will it open?

This is probably a mystery that is more difficult to understand than the situation in the north at the moment.

Perhaps when the door is opened, this "field count" will come to an end.

Adjacent to the Rock Fortress, the whole family is in the range of the fortress gun, lacking royal support, lost almost all the troops in the last Southland war, and now the economic lifeline of the territory is firmly controlled by the merchants from Cecil, Count Pompeii. I have been in this tormenting situation for a long time, but now I am very open.

He looked at the direction of the Rock Fortress with a little ecstasy. The vision of the extraordinary person allowed him to faintly see the fortress and the estuary of the Dorgon estuary without the aid of the eagle eye. In this ecstasy, he suddenly I saw a scene that made my mind shake. At first he thought he was wrong, but soon, he clearly confirmed what he saw through the eagle eye.

The main gate of the estuary in the western part of the Rock Fortress was opened - in the past, only one side gate was opened to enter and exit the merchant ship, but at the moment, the entire Dorgon estuary has been opened.

Three large ships with "double wings", no sails and no paddles, and wind and waves were sailing on the Dorgon River, heading north.

Earl Pompeii's eyes widened, and the magical brilliance of the eagle eye shined in front of his eye. He looked at it clearly and saw three large ships followed by a series of boats and saw the fortress. The top turret is rising from the shelter and sees countless soldiers running on the wall...

The main gate of the Rock Fortress remained closed at the moment, but Count Pompeii suddenly realized one thing -

In the south, I opened the door.

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St. Sunil City, the inner and outer urban areas are still bustling, the arrival of the Resurrection Festival and a timely rain in the past few days have made people see the signs of a good harvest this year. The city officials opened the market ahead of time, and the wealthy Wangdu residents in various urban areas. Many celebrations were held, and even the poorer civilians in the outer city participated in the celebrations. The bustling scene seemed to completely obscure the haze over the kingdom, the civil war in the plains, and the waste barrier. The change, all these disturbing things are obscured by the surface celebrations.

However, in the depths of Wangcheng, in the Silver Fort, the principals of this country have already smelled the turbulent atmosphere in the air.

In the upper level of the castle, in a study room with dark blue velvet, Welsh? Moen is sitting at the back of the desk, Berdwin Franklin standing next to him, standing opposite the two with a black star The robe and the white master of the royal family, the old magician is reporting the situation with sorrow: "... still can't contact the mountain corps, the royal prince, the duke, and the magical communication of the giant wood crossing was interrupted, and Wilde female The Duke’s communication did not respond..."

The Welsh face sinks into the water, and the Duke of Franklin, who is standing next to him, asks: "The magical communication is broken, what about the bonfire?"

"All the bonfires are not lit, the Duke."

After a brief silence, Franklin nodded: "...good, hard work, Master Rotas."

The old Master left, and the Duke of the West looked down at Wales, sitting in a chair: "We should send another group of lions and messengers, and at the same time send a group of knights, from the 'Valley of the Valley' - perhaps in the spring. The surge of magic affects the effect of messaging spells."

There was no expression in Wales and nodded. "You arrange it at your discretion, Duke Franklin - I am a little tired."

"Then, this matter will be handled by me," said Berdwin Franklin, who owed a slight sigh, and raised his hand with his hand. The words and deeds said impeccably, "Please rest assured, Your Highness."

The Duke of the West left the room, Wales? Moen sat quietly behind the desk for a while, his eyes swept over a few copies of the documents that had just been sent, and they needed to pass the target. After a pause, they continued to move to the side, eventually falling. On a stack of materials on the desk.

The Crown Prince thought for a moment, and reached out to pick up the information and watch it in front of him.

Some key elements of the data slipped through his sight:

The situation of the mortal activities of all things... Dark rituals... Several small-scale epidemics in the area of ​​the Giant Wood Crossing...

The information was not timely. Many of them were even the information at the end of last year. Because the winter roads were difficult, the messengers were inconvenient and they were sent to the Silver Fort until today.