Chapter 426： The sun is setting (2/2)

Viscount Carol's eyes widened, and after half a minute, he was a little disappointing and exclaimed: "So these?! Are the nobles of the kingdom dead?"

"Just like this," said the Maryland Sir, quietly, looking at the Viscount's eyes and calming the other with his eyes. "My friend, pay attention to your demeanor. You are now like a gambler who is about to lose everything."

"I have lost everything!" Viscount Carol grabbed his hair. "The whole southern scene has completely fallen into the hands of the Cecil family. The kings really don't know what it means? They have forgotten. The purpose of the establishment of this meteorite fortress was that they really did not worry about the Cecil family rushing to the plains of the Holy Spirit to find them old accounts?!"

"The mission of the Rock Fortress is to guard the plains of the Holy Spirit, to defend the Cecil family, Mr. Viscount, I swear in the name of the family, even if there is no reinforcement, my and my Knights will complete this task," Sir Maryland said seriously. Calm down, don't forget the solidity of the Rock Fortress itself and the power of thousands of elite knights and warriors. We have plenty of material reserves and water from the Dorgon River. From the very beginning, this fortress was under great attack. Designed with the standard of stress."

The look of Viscount Carol seems to have eased a little, but it is still quite anxious: "...you have not faced the skyfire, you don't know how terrible those things are, once they advance to the plain under the wall, Outside the range of the trebuchet, all the people in the city can be killed... I calculated the possible range of those weapons, and observed the flight path of those magical devices. The trebuchet and the wall that rely on the meteorite fortress can’t help. of."

"The Rock Fortress has a special defense," the Maryland singer comforted Carroll. "Don't worry, even if the ‘Scenery Explosion’ will fall from the sky as you said, we have a way to deal with it.”

"I hope so..." Viscount Carol sighed. This was probably the most sigh of time in his life. After a little calm down and the initial excitement was relieved, he noticed that the Maryland Sir did not say. A clear detail, "Jazz, can the king really not even send a real reinforcement? Even if the situation is turbulent, the army of the king can not be transferred, the aristocrats of the Holy Spirit Plain and the Corps of the West?"

Viscount Carroll can understand that the royal family paid more attention to the move in the east in the face of the double crisis of the rebel army in the east and the chaos in the south, because both politically and practically threatened by Prince Edmund and Silasro The Eastern rebels, who were commanders of the Duke of Len, and who had been rebellious, were much more severe than the crisis in the South. The situation in the South has deteriorated again. The news has spread to the ears of the royal family. I am afraid that only the aristocrats in the south are separating the territory. "Aristocratic war" only, if it is not the rise of the Cecil family in this war, I am afraid that the royal family that is currently in deep crisis will not even pay attention to this "small problem", but even so, with the South forty The news that several nobles were leveled by the Cecil family was passed to the kingdom. How much should the royal family say a little?

A rising Cecil who can wipe out all the aristocratic coalition forces in the entire South in a short time, once they break through the blockade of the Rock Fortress, enter the plain of the Holy Spirit, and embark on the King's Road, who will bear this consequence?

In the face of the question of the Viscount Carol, the Maryland singer can only sigh: "The Soly Fort in the eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit has fallen behind the army of Prince Edmund has entered the hinterland of the kingdom."

The Viscount Carol widened his eyes.

The singer of Maryland did not continue to speak, but turned around and looked at the mountains that stretched westward on the west side of the wall.

The sun is setting.

......

Whenever the sun goes down, the magic spar lights and other large and small urban lighting facilities in Cecil City will start under the control of the sensible runes. The bright magical light shines from the banks of the White River to the foot of the dark mountains, from the mine. The boulevard continues to the frost forest village, as if the stars shining on the earth illuminate the city, and whenever these bright street lights are lit up, Gao Wen will habitually come to the window of the second floor of the lord’s house, looking forward to outside.

Those neat and bright magic spar lights always reminded him of the city lights of the previous world, and reminded him of the awning that lit up between the camp and the fence when he first came to the open space. Torch and brazier.

Where the light shines, wherever civilization is, even if a world is changed, even if the carrier of the light changes from a light to a crystal, at least this is still common.

But even if the lights are bright, there are always things in the shadows.

For example, the amber that is being sneaked out from the shadow of the corner.

"Where?"

Gao Wen had already felt the smell of amber appear in the room. Before the elf's shame touched the silver seal on the desk, he suddenly broke the silence.

Amber jumped out of the shadow sneak state a little bit, and quite dissatisfied with Gao Wen’s sneak peek at today’s sneaky plan, which obviously would destroy her good mood.

Although she has never succeeded.

"I can't figure it out, how can you be so happy with such boring things," Gao Wen looked at the half-elf with helplessness. "What's the situation?"

"The secret report, the Rock Fortress."