Chapter 621 Ups and downs

Fly.

The black-haired maid's heart echoed with her mistress's words.

This is not a command, but a blessing.

She looked at the two long swords in her hands, buckled them on her belt, and then walked towards the edge of the terrace, walking faster and faster, until she was running.

Finally, she jumped down from the edge of the terrace - a strong wind and snow appeared at the right time, covering the jumping figure and lifting her into the sky.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, there was a vague shadow rushing towards the southern sky. However, the shadow flashed past, so that everyone who noticed this scene was stunned. I thought I was hallucinating.

If you ride on the wind, you can fly with your deformed and degenerated wings.

Victoria quietly watched the sudden strong wind gradually dissipate in the sky, and looked at the huge body passing by in the leaden clouds in the distance. Her eyes reflected a mass of snowflakes, and she spoke in her mouth. Then he sighed softly:

"You are not hiding it well at all - especially when the Wilder family has been dealing with the Holy Dragon Principality for hundreds of years."

Now, it is time to fulfill the responsibility of the duke who protects the country.

......

An astonishing number of humanoid monsters swarmed from the direction of the Holy Spirit Plains. The terrifying army of crystal cluster giants bulldozed countless fortresses and fortresses along the way. Ellon City, Windy City and the Valley Corridor were attacked one after another. The aristocratic army summoned at short notice hastily responded to the battle and suffered heavy losses...

Continuous bad news came from the southeast, and in addition to the increasingly closer intelligence of the attack, In addition to the growing list of losses, the exhausted royal intelligence department continues to receive terrible news about the appearance of royal equipment in the monster army and the transformation of frontline soldiers into crystal giants.

Saint-Sunil City has entered the highest level of martial law. A terrifying and tense atmosphere envelopes the entire city. Heavily armed knights and soldiers patrol between the city walls and outposts all day long. Citizens are tense. They closed their homes and did not dare to go out on the streets. Almost all nobles canceled their rest day banquets and hunting in the suburbs.

Every day, there will be messengers wearing blue and white smocks and riding fast horses running into the city, or griffon knights flying across the sky; every day, more soldiers will come in and out of the city gate, There are reserve soldiers who have been summoned urgently, and there are also knights who go to the front line to support them; every day, there will be new news circulating in the market.

In the Silver Castle, the nobles of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally made these gentlemen and ladies who were accustomed to speaking in a certain elegant accent give up their reserve. They discussed intensely and proposed another idea. A plan, the latest information was exchanged, the atmosphere was heated, anxious, fear and exhaustion enveloped most of the people.

Finally, when the fire reached St. Sunil, they became active.

"They have begun to attack the valley corridor - our two fortresses there were attacked at the same time. Not only are the number of monsters staggering, but their power is far superior to our soldiers!" A tall and thin king in the capital The noble said in an almost sharp voice, "If we can't stop them in the valley corridor, then there will be no fortresses or fortresses that can stop them!!"

Another person stood up and said loudly: " We should also send the Knights of the Black Iron Castle and the Knights of Chanier Castle there. The local knights in the valley corridor alone will definitely not be able to stop the enemy..."

"I still say the same thing. , We can’t send more knights abroad.” At this moment, the supreme commander of the royal knights, Cromwell White Mountain Earl, who has dwarf blood, stood up, “We should gather the effective elite together. , shrinking the defense of Saint-Sunil City, this is the only possible way to defend it..."

The short and fat Earl of Bahrain couldn't help but stand up: "What's the use of this kind of defense? Just waiting to die, do we still have reinforcements? The situation is already clear, the main force of Wang ** and the Mountain Knights are finished! No one will come back from the Holy Spirit Plains, we have no reinforcements!"

Cromwell Baishan stared and his beard trembled. However, he also understood that Earl Baring’s words were irrefutable - his shrinking defense may indeed be the only plan that can effectively defend the city. , but the necessary follow-up to shrinking the defense is to be able to wait for reinforcements, or to polish the enemy's morale and soldiers - but the current fact is that the morale and soldiers of those monsters are probably far better than Saint-Sunil, and the reinforcements... …

The main force of Wang ** and the mountain corps should really be finished.

The leader of the Royal Knights couldn't help but smash the table.

Even for him, the best he can do at this moment is to propose a trapping plan that barely extends Saint-Sunil's survival time, and there is still no follow-up trapping plan.

At this moment, the door of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Royal Knights ran into the hall.

Normally, no one could break into the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, obviously no one cares about this.

Cromwell Baishan recognized the officer who broke in, and a terrible premonition suddenly arose in his heart: "What happened?"

"The valley corridor was lost. Earl Si disappeared on the battlefield and Earl Baril died in battle," the officer's voice was slightly trembling, "The Knights...the Knights and the Holy See Guards who just went to support were completely wiped out..."

There was a collapse in the hall. The sound of breathing cold air.

Now, they no longer need to discuss whether to support the Valley Corridor.

"We...we have no chance of defending," a royal nobleman wearing a dark blue velvet jacket put his hands on the table and murmured with sweat on his face, "the defense line of the valley corridor is also No more, they are only two days away from the capital..."

"There are really no fortresses or fortresses that can stop them now," another voice followed, "The next one is Saint Suni. ”

Cromwell Baishan said in a deep voice: “We should immediately reduce our troops and consolidate the defense of the royal capital.”

“But standing firm is not the answer, Your Excellency. ," said a royal nobleman wearing a white hairband and a brown coat, "We may be able to move to the west - and then use the power of the Western Region and the remaining fertile areas in the western part of the Holy Spirit Plain to regain our position. Slowly plan for the future..."

"Moving north is also a way. The cold north may be able to stop those monsters, and there are mountain barriers in the north..."

" The Western Legion is already on its way to the royal capital. With them, it would be too early to give up on Saint Sunil..."

Duke Baldwin Franklin didn't say a word, as if No one could guess what the Duke of the West was thinking from his deep and reserved expression as he was thinking about feasible defense plans or weighing suggestions to abandon the royal capital.

While deep in thought, he looked up and saw Wales Morn sitting at the head of the long table with a sinking face. The crown prince seemed to be watching all this quietly, his eyes Deep and expressionless, no one could guess what the crown prince was thinking.

Not even Baldwin Franklin can.

On both sides of the long table, the people who actually controlled the power of the royal capital and the remaining armies of the kingdom also did not participate too much in the noisy discussion.

Some of them are paying attention to Baldwin Franklin, and others are paying attention to Wales Moen.

Outside the castle, a team that was originally scheduled to go to the valley corridor stopped before leaving the city, and a silent group of Holy See knights also stopped due to the sudden order.

No one knows what the future fate of this royal capital will be. People only know that its darkest day has arrived.

At the same time, in the Cathedral of Holy Light and the Great Hall of Light, the low voice of prayer has come to an end, and the brilliant holy light is still rippling in the resonance of the aftermath of energy, which envelopes the dome of the entire hall. In the holy light cloud top, the faint holy and ethereal sound lasted for a long time.

“We have lost a large number of Holy See knights and combat priests,” an archbishop with white hair and beard said to the Holy See in the center of the hall after praying. “They are all the best and most pious. Believers are loyal and fearless warriors of the Lord. Your Majesty, we should make an exception and grant the name of saints to the most outstanding group of martyrs."

"Their glorious martyrdom is the greatest honor to the Lord. Worship themThey have fulfilled their oath to the Holy Light and protected the Lord's kingdom and people. They really deserve the name of saints," the old voice of Pope St. Ivan III came from the Holy See, "Go and draw up a list, loyal and loyal. Pure conduct should be made manifest. "

Another bishop stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the blasphemous army is approaching this sacred city. How should we respond? ”

“The Lord has revealed to me that we should fight to protect it,” St. Ivan III’s voice said without any hesitation. “This is a test of our loyal faith—the dark days are coming, and It was in the darkest moments that the original light shone, and now it is up to us to fulfill our vows to the Lord. "

The bishops in the Great Hall of Light suddenly said in unison: "The original holy light shines in the darkest moment... to fulfill the oath to the Lord. "

On the holy throne in the center of the hall, a layer of illusory light seemed to emerge from the old face of St. Ivan III. His eyebrows were lowered and he prayed softly: "It's time... to be loyal to the Lord. ..."

Beside this devout pope, Veronica Moen just stood quietly, as if she was praying silently, and the radiance pouring down from the cloud of holy light surrounded her. It was brighter and more brilliant than ever before.

"Dark enough... will be bright enough..."

The holy princess opened her lips lightly and spoke in a voice that only she could hear. The voice whispered.

......

Anzu has fallen into a near-annihilation disaster.

But the trade between Cecil and Typhon. The plot miraculously unfolded as scheduled, and it developed rapidly from the beginning.

This seemed to be a very strange thing to Emperor Typhon

The wonderful "principality" completely withstood the man-made natural disasters that happened around them, and even entered a state of rapid development during the war caused by this natural disaster. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, and everything were constantly flowing. Crossing the border and entering Typhon's territory through specially opened trade channels, the vast amount of cotton textiles and industrial products that Typhon exported to them were completely swallowed up by the magnificent wall that Typhon was responsible for. The restoration project has been completed ahead of schedule, and Rosetta has also returned to his imperial capital. Sitting in the study of the Obsidian Palace, this talented and sage emperor is carefully looking at the intelligence data collected by the advisory team, which is accurate and vivid. All the key data on the trade process between Anzu and Typhon were compiled, as well as some information that intelligence personnel finally obtained from Anzu.

"Industrial production has developed rapidly due to the stimulation of the war... …

“The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used magic machines in the field of war. Military demand has stimulated the entire industrial system…

” The Cecils themselves did not seem to be involved in the direct war, they fought outside the homeland...

"Cecil swallowed an astonishing amount of cotton textiles, not knowing that they hadWhere the things were used, we can only determine that part of them were used for battlefield losses...

"The daily-use cheap magic products manufactured by the Cecil people have been extremely popular in the empire... "

Rosetta Augustus put down the materials with a thoughtful look on her face.

The trade between the empire and the Cecil people has been carried out unexpectedly smoothly, and is developing well.

The empire seems to have really reaped the expected huge benefits in this process, exporting massive amounts of cotton textiles. The textile mills in the Alder South region have made huge profits as a result, and the empire has also gained Cecil. People have advanced transportation technology, and the Industrial Association has recently made great progress in the project to imitate the magic vehicle...

Everything seems to be developing in a good direction.

However, Rosetta Augustus vaguely felt a quagmire, an invisible quagmire.

At this moment, the attendant's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."

Rosetta Augustus immediately packed her clothes With an expression on his face, he put the information aside and cleared his throat:

"Please come in, Master."