Chapter 426： The sun is setting (1/2)

The huge daylight gradually sank to the distant mountains, and the stalwart mountain fronts stretched far away, as if an irregular spine bulged on the ground, and the glow of the setting sun was plated on the spine. The bright side of the dragonfly, and as the huge sun slowly sinks, the color of this bright side is becoming more and more dreamy.

This is a wonderful view. Only on the highest tower of the Rock Fortress, can you see this magnificent scenery in its entirety.

However, the Maryland jazz at the moment did not have much mood to appreciate the beauty of the scene.

On the tower of the fortress, the singer of Maryland is taking his eyes back from the mountains on the west side. In the corner of his eyes, he sees a giant beast with strong wings, a mighty white feather, and a blue-black tie. Flying in the distance.

I hope that there is good news that the general who guarded the fortress could not help but mourn in his heart.

After a while, when the sun sank a third, a pro soldier finally rushed to the tower and handed a sealed document to the Maryland sir: "General! From the king Reply!"

The prince of Maryland immediately took the paperwork and quickly dismantled it, line by line, looking at the subtle words of the words, and his brows wrinkled a little bit in the process.

The pro-military who delivered the instrument followed the Maryland jazz for many years and understood every expression of the jazz. At this moment, he couldn’t help but ask: "General... What does this say?"

"Wangdu's lords are finally willing to send a knight squad to come over..." said the Maryland singer, "only a knight battalion."

"A Cavaliers?" The pro-arms were amazed. "A hundred knights and their envy?"

"It’s eighty knights and their envy," said Sir Maryland, throwing the papers aside, quite a bit gnashing. "Do you think the Knights' squad sent by St. Sunil will be fully edited?"

"What can that be used for?!" The pro-arms exclaimed in disbelief. "The Cavaliers who died in the first round of the skyfire on the gravel ridge are more than this number..."

"Of course I know, but what we said is useless," the singer of Maryland interrupted the words of the pro-military. He looked at the confidant who had won his trust and shook his head and sighed. "In fact, there was no reinforcement at all. This knight’s brigade is supported by the Prince of Wales in private, just to maintain his face.”

The pro-inspector asked subconsciously: "Why..."

However, the Maryland Jazz did not respond to him. This high-ranking knight, who had been directly in the royal family for many years and was decent and decent, but now hugged and locked all day, just shook his hand and then turned around and left the tall tower.

Walking down the spiral staircase of the tower and walking through the narrow "sword porch", the jazz came to the south wall of the fortress. He walked along the wall. In the middle of the wall, he saw a familiar figure.

Viscount Carroll is standing on the edge of the wall and staring into the distance.

The young aristocrat who once had a good spirit and has a reputation in the whole south has long lost his heroic appearance. Although he has put on a clean and neat satin coat, his face has returned to health, but it is hard to say. The deep pressure entangled him, letting him stand there like a statue that was blown by the wind.

Viscount Carol seemed to be twenty years old overnight. He stood there in a thin coat in the midsummer season, watching the south motionlessly, until the Maryland jazz stood behind him, he did not have the slightest reaction.

The Maryland jazz had to break the silence: "My friend, you are watching the South again."

Viscount Carroll shook a bit and saw that it was the singer of Maryland. He smiled and shook his head. He raised his finger to the rolling hills in the south: "From there, there is a road in the woods. I can ride to me in three days. Lovely midsummer manor... Three more days, my castle..."

The mary of Maryland looked seriously at the eyes of Viscount Carol: "My friend, this is a dangerous thought, the South is quite dangerous now!"

"I know, I know, the people of the Cecil family are receiving the land of the entire southern land, receiving a manor in a manor, and driving out the knights and family members we left from the castle... I am afraid there are already many knights and The ministers all loyal to their new master," Viscount Carroll sighed, and his eyes slowly recovered from the distance. "The South is both a hometown and a nightmare for me. I have been dreaming these days, dreaming of returning to the castle, then Burned to death in the castle..."

The Maryland buds shook his head: "Perhaps you should learn to relieve yourself of pressure like Viscount Concord and Viscount Marie Olam."

“Relieve yourself with alcohol and potions? Or go to the city to find a few senior cockroaches? I don’t want to die in the tank or on the woman’s belly,” Viscount Carroll shook his head in pain, then suddenly remembered What, there was a glimmer of light in the eyes, grabbed the hand of the Maryland jazz, "Yes! Jazz, I just saw the Griffin messenger flying into the nest tower, is it the king to come to the news?"

The Maryland sir looked at the southern aristocrat who had some friendship with himself. I wondered if he should tell the other person the truth, but he finally said: "The king has no extra reinforcements... only Wales? Prince Moen sent in his own name. A knight team."