Chapter 635 King

On the Gorgon River, on the armored cargo ship "Nabil" with a wide deck, Captain Nabil pulled an iron-gray lever. The roar and tremor of mechanical operation came from his feet, and the surging power Pushing this powerful mechanical ship to slowly accelerate, on the open river ahead, several ships similar to the Nabil also raised their own magic wings, exuding a shimmering magic dust mist. Floating slowly across the river.

The voice of the chief mechanic came from the copper pipe next to him: "The mechanical cabin is operating normally, Captain!"

The wind containing sufficient water vapor blew in the face, and Cecil's The flag was fluttering in the wind on the bow of the Nabeel. The middle-aged captain left the cabin and came to the small deck on the upper level. He held on to the iron railing of the small deck and watched the behemoth under his feet slowly accelerating. , feeling the surging power filling its body, he breathed out softly.

At any time, the feeling of riding the wind and waves can calm this man who has been dealing with ships for half his life.

He never thought that one day he would set foot on the battlefield. He was just a captain walking on the White Water River. The three wooden cargo ships were his pride. His life was originally not related to the battlefield, but the war But it was rolling towards him - the Cecil family suddenly rose, and Earl Pepper commandeered a large number of ships to fight against this sudden rise of the family, including two ships of Nabeel and almost all his crew.

After a war, "Nabil on the Whitewater River" lost most of his family property, leaving only the oldest cargo ship and half a lifetime of navigation experience.

Then, the Principality of Cecil was established, the rivers became smooth again, commerce prospered, and all kinds of new things emerged in an endless stream. New mechanical ships began to replace the old cargo ships, generous compensation and many The hoped-for benefits moved the frustrated captain. He got a new ship, and the name was the name of his first ship, the Nabeel - naming the ship after himself, which is very popular in the world. Very common among captains.

Then, a new war came, and the Government Affairs Office began to recruit ships from the private sector, and at the same time recruited experienced captains. They promised generous terms, so Nabeel was tempted again - of course, maybe It was partly out of "Cecil's citizen's sense of honor" that he responded to the call and went to the front line with his men and his ship.

The world seems to have suddenly become so fast that Nabil has no time to think about when it became like this. Perhaps most ordinary people live like this, living in a world where they In a world that I don’t fully understand, I rush forward in a hurry, and when I occasionally look back, every step I take is so surprising.

Nabil took a deep breath of the fresh air on the Gorgon River. He saw a group of soldiers walking across the deck. They were inspecting the tarpaulins on the chariot and the materials used to secure the chariot. With iron hooks and cables, those soldiers stood straight and walked as if they were carrying the wind. They were brave and confident. They were all top-notch young men.

They have parents and family members, relatives and friends, and perhaps their own lovers and children. They left their hometowns wearing bright armors. When they left, they may have hugged their families and kissed their lovers goodbye. They also carried little little ones in their arms. Keeping tokens or letters that were not sent in time, there is also an iron plate with the name and number printed on it. They have gone through many battles and are lucky to be alive today - some of them may fall on the next battlefield, while others will return to their hometown with glory (and possible injuries and disabilities)...< /p>

A few years later, those who are still alive may begin to tell their children about the battlefields they have experienced in their lives, which may include this one, and may even include the ship that once transported them. armored cargo ship, including a sentimental and adventurous captain...

Nabil turned his head and looked at the misty river in the distance. The majestic silhouette of the Pioneer was riding the wind and waves in front. Cecil's flag could be faintly seen fluttering in the wind.

On the upper deck of the Pioneer, Victoria stood under the roaring flag. After standing there for a long time, she withdrew her gaze to the north, then turned back to the bridge, returning to this amazing ship. The "heart" of the war beast. Here, Gawain is standing in front of an open map, discussing with Byron the most likely points where the fleet will be attacked in the northern section of the Gorgon River, and the royal capital of Saint-Soussoux. Neil is facing a situation.

"We will pass the Stone River Estuary in two hours." Gawain raised his head and looked at Victoria who came to the map. "That is the first estuary that needs to slow down, and it is also the first estuary that needs to be completely disconnected from the ground. The first stop of the main force. The Griffin Scouts have taken off, and I am waiting for their news."

"This will be a very risky operation, but to be honest, I quite like taking risks. "Yes," Byron winked, "I can brag to my daughter for more than ten days after I go back."

"I told Baldwin that Saint Sunil needs to be guarded for at least seven more days." Victoria looked at the map that covered the entire table and brushed her fingers over the edge of the royal capital. "Saint Sunil has two 'forts' in the east and west. As long as these two fortresses attached to the outside of the city wall are not broken within these seven days, They can wait for support."

Gawain closed his eyes slightly, and the overhead view from the satellite perspective quickly moved and zoomed in his mind, and the royal capital of Saint-Sunil appeared in the center of his field of vision.

The huge and ancient city still stands on the plain. It is shrouded in a dense magic shield. The shimmer of the shield expands and contracts slightly due to the flow of magic, making the entire royal capital seem as if A heart is beating slowly, and outside the city walls to the southwest and southeast of this "heart", two solid fortresses are flashing constantly.

Outside the city, a twisting and creeping "tide" was slowly swallowing up the defense line of Saint-Sunil, but it was resisted again and again by the flashes of light from the two fortresses - those Flashes are flaming stone bullets, enchanted crossbow bolts, and battle mage towersMagic missiles released.

Saint Sunil has accumulated hundreds of years of heritage and is facing the most difficult test since its founding.

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A frightened bird flew across the gloomy sky of Saint-Sunil, and a piece of fallen tail feathers fluttered into the courtyard of Silver Castle. In the courtyard , Welsh, who was wearing a gorgeous uniform and carrying a royal sword on his waist, stopped on the trail. He stretched out his hand to catch the falling tail feathers, and then gently let go of it with no expression on his face.

Behind him, the heavily armed deputy commander of the Royal Knights, Cohen Roland, stopped, and the armors on the knights who stopped together made a metallic collision sound.

Cohen Roland asked in a low voice: "Your Highness?"

"Even the birds began to flee the city," Welsh Morn said softly, "This should be The season for white-tailed finches to build nests."

Cohen Roland lowered his head: "But humans are not birds."

Welsh nodded slightly: "Go ahead."

After the deputy leader left, Wales slowly turned his head and looked into the depths of the shadow not far away.

Badwin Franklin slowly walked out from there: "Your Highness, your perception is sharper than I thought."

"Duke Franklin," Wales watched. The Duke Regent in front of him asked, "What are you doing here?"

"The meeting in the Golden Oak Hall has begun, and the nobles are waiting for you to appear."

Wales was silent for two seconds. Zhong nodded slightly: "Seven days, right?"

"Yes, seven days."

Welsh didn't speak any more. He passed Duke Baldwin and stepped forward. go.

But the voice of Baldwin Franklin came from behind him: "Your Highness, is your goal clear?"

"Clear," Wales paused slightly, "I "Go and strengthen the city wall."

In the Golden Oak Hall, the noisy discussion is getting more and more intense. The nobles of the royal capital, representatives of the knight families, and those in charge of the power are gathering in this supposedly solemn hall. There was a lot of noise in the solemn hall - everyone was expressing their opinions, everyone was trying to gain control of the situation, the discussion gradually turned into an argument, and the argument gradually approached a quarrel. In the face of life and death, in the kingdom With the core of power falling apart, the military power collapsing thousands of miles away, and the royal capital's external command function completely collapsing, the last powerful people in the city seemed to have finally reached their limit.

There are more and more monsters outside the city, and the situation has become hopeless. It seems that there is no point in besieging the capital. Faced with this situation, the voices of many righteous Lingran seem extremely weak. Only practical self-protection options are prevailing.

But suddenly, the attendant's slightly shrill loud singing broke up the quarrel in the golden oak hall, and the heavy fanThe gold-plated oak door was pushed open from the outside. With a loud bang, the door opened, and Wales Morn appeared in front of everyone.

The crown prince was late, nearly an hour late.

But even if the Crown Prince is not taken seriously by others, no one will jump out to question his tardiness at this time. Wales Morn just looked around the hall quietly, and then stepped away. He walked slowly towards the tall chair at the end of the hall.

The atmosphere seemed a little strange. Everyone in the Golden Oak Hall subconsciously became quiet. Many nobles looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt that the Prince of Wales today seemed a little different from usual. Others quietly left their seats and came to the prince quietly.

Welsh stopped halfway. He was standing in the middle of the hall. Amidst the whispers gradually ringing around him, he glanced at a few people and said, "We will do our best. Who is against defending this city?"

The surrounding nobles suddenly started to clamor, and someone shouted: "Your Highness! If we continue to defend this city, there is only one way to die!"

"We have reinforcements." Wales looked towards the direction of the voice. When he spoke, the surroundings became quiet again. "The reinforcements are on the way and will arrive in seven days. They are Cecil's Legion from the south. The Grand Duchess Victoria is also here. Among them. "

This time, the noise from the surrounding nobles was even louder than before. Countless people were shocked by this incredible news. Some had surprises on their faces, some were stunned, and some were not. Carefully shouted: "Is this... is this possible?! Your Highness, is this news true?"

Welsh looked towards the direction of the sound again.

People's hearts are as he expected.

As long as we wait for news of reinforcements, Saint-Sunil will become a piece of iron. In this sinking, decaying, and disintegrated city, the royal family has long lost its majesty. Today, even the Duke Regent It is difficult to convince all the noble families, and what anyone says will not be believed by everyone, even if the person speaking has the blood of Morn - on the contrary, some people will think that he deliberately spread the news in order to let others People were determined to defend the city and buy enough time for the royal family to transfer their greatest property.

This is the same even if the news is revealed by Baldwin Franklin.

Because if someone were in the same position, they would 100% do this.

Welsh just looked at the noble who shouted quietly and said slowly: "Secure this city with all your strength and wait for support in seven days. This is an order."

"Your Highness, you are not the king yet, you cannot give such an order directly!" The nobles of the royal capital who were stared at by Wales exclaimed, "At least you have to wait..."

"Count Lucre, Wales interrupted him, "Where are your family, your mistress, your jewelry, and the knights who were supposed to be guarding the city walls now?"? ”

Count Lucret’s eyes widened, as if he finally felt a bit of pressure and shock from this “nominal crown prince” who lacked majesty and presence: “I...I...”

Welsh said calmly: "Count Lucre, you should not have sent them out of the city. This is treason. ”

Count Lucret opened his mouth, as if he wanted to utter a few words of defense, but he only had time to squeeze out a few meaningless syllables from his throat - a royal sword decorated with golden patterns. The sword had pierced his throat at some point, accurately, silently, and instantly fatal.

Wales turned slightly and watched the royal nobleman fall to the ground like a broken sack. A jet of blood splashed on his cheek, and the surface of the long sword hanging by his side was soaked in a dazzling blood.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, only the unbearable feeling. Dead silence and pairs of eyes with shock and fear intertwined in the air. Almost half of the people did not realize what happened, because this fact was beyond their imagination: in this golden oak hall, in this In the most sacred and solemn place of the Anzu Kingdom, Wales Morn actually executed an earl with his own hands in front of dozens of nobles?

The other half of the people in the hall remained calm. Watching all this.

Welsh shook off the blood on his sword and walked towards the seat at the end of the hall. It was only then that the shocked nobles seemed to suddenly react. They all exclaimed and became restless, but the sound of heavy iron boots suddenly sounded, interrupting every voice that wanted to question——

A large number of fully armed knights rushed into the Golden Oak Hall, quickly controlled all the entrances and exits of the hall and surrounded the long conference table in the center of the hall. Cohen Loren, wearing a blue battle mage robe and lined with mail, then entered the hall and loudly announced: "The original regiment of the Royal Knights Captain Herak Borg was stripped of his position as regimental commander for allowing soldiers to flee and was placed under house arrest with immediate effect.

"In accordance with the military system, I have taken over the position of leader of the Royal Knights.

"The Royal Knights swear allegiance to His Majesty Wales Morne! ”

His Majesty Wales Morn?!

A pair of shocked eyes looked at the unexpected change in the situation in front of them. They looked at the man who had the power of both an extraordinary knight and a mage. The famous "vice" leader of the Knights strode into the hall. Watching him step over the body of Count Lucret expressionlessly, it seemed that he finally began to understand what was going to happen here today, and at this moment, Wales Morn had already Arriving at the seat at the far end of the hall, the crown prince, who had been away from Silver Castle for twenty years, turned around and slowly sat down in his own seat, looking at everyone.

Count Lucret's blood was stained on his face, and the face that had been despised by everyone for twenty years looked terrifying at this moment.

"From today on, I am crowned King of Anzu. . ”

Hearing the plain voice of Wales MornThere were whispers in the hall, and people looked at each other in confusion. Some people still doubted the authenticity of all this, while others subconsciously raised questions: Who will hold this coronation ceremony?

At this moment, a nobleman near the entrance of the hall exclaimed in a low voice: "Grand Duke Franklin is here!"

People stretched their necks and stared with pairs of eyes. Looking at Baldwin Franklin who was walking through the door, the Duke Regent was absent from the entire meeting, and after people saw what he was holding, an indescribable silence enveloped everyone.

Badwin Franklin holds the king's golden crown in his hand.

The Duke of the West stood at the door for a moment, then he took steps and walked step by step towards the throne at the end of the hall.

Some people realized at this time:

This is the Golden Oak Hall, which is not only the place where the most senior noble meetings are held, but also the place where the king is crowned;

Welsh Morn's splendid dress was actually the king's coronation dress;

The decorated sword that executed Count Lucret was the king's ceremonial sword when he accepted his coronation.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes filled with complex emotions such as nervousness, fear, expectation, and surprise, Baldwin Franklin crossed the last distance. He came to Wales Morn and held the hand in his hand. The golden crown was slightly raised into the air.

But his movements stopped here, and he did not continue, and did not put the golden crown on the head of the new king.

Welsh stretched out his hand, took the heavy crown, and slowly placed it on his head.

Every royal noble in the hall knew what this meant.

From today on, Anzu will no longer have a Duke Regent.

Welsh Morn wore the new crown he had prepared for Edmund and silently watched everything in the hall. After a few seconds, he stood up and took the blood-stained sword of the king. Slowly raised:

"Guard Saint Sunil!

"This is the king's order! ! ”