Autumn had arrived, and after six weeks of waiting, William could not wait any longer. He decided to set sail against the wind. After months of careful planning, especially after the English spies returned to Normandy with the north wind, he had no choice but to take a gamble. He knew that there was not much time left, so he sent all his forces from the safety of the harbor to the turbulent sea.
"Is everything ready for me?" William asked the adjutant who came to report to him on his flagship.
"Yes, Duke. Your horses and men are well equipped. Normandy is proud of you. We have gathered here an army that would have made Charlemagne proud." The adjutant wasn't trying to flatter his lord. In front of Duke William, there was a contract written on parchment that was left behind by the nobles in the future that was still intact. It recorded that Duke William, his 14 barons and his wife, Duchess Matilda, contributed a total of 777 warships. In addition to the ships that were temporarily recruited, the total number of ships under Duke William's command had exceeded a thousand, and the number of soldiers he recruited had also reached 14,000.
Although the soldiers were dissatisfied with this, they could only obey the king's orders. The warships set sail one after another, and the helmsmen used all their strength to control the direction of the warships. In the gray sky, the Three-eyed Shadow Raven took in the scene on the surface of the sea.
After putting the last modified gem in his pocket, Allen stood up and stretched. From the eyes of the three-eyed raven, he knew that William's grand plan was on the verge of collapse. If he did not know that this was one of the trials before William conquered England, Allen would have suspected that the bastard duke was cursed by the goddess of misfortune played by Loina.
Knowing that the other party had already begun to move, Allen allowed himself to be teleported to the south of England, but not to the Isle of Wight. Instead, Dover was prepared to suffer a disaster under the raging winds. Allen intended to use this point to begin the first stop of his journey to harvest souls.
On the White Cliffs of Dover, the symbol of England, Allen Harris looked at the sea. Below him was a white cliff that was three miles long. The highest point of the cliff was 110 meters high, made of fine limestone. Looking at England from the European continent, the most eye-catching thing was this beautiful white cliff.
Allen was obviously not in the mood to enjoy such beautiful scenery. He frowned and looked out for a moment because he unexpectedly discovered that William's fleet was sailing smoothly even though they were sailing against the wind at a very slow speed. He thought that William would pay a heavy price for his stubbornness like what was recorded in history, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
With the passage of time and the approach of William's fleet, Allen finally understood what Ravenclaw meant by bearing the sins. His original plan was to use these Normans to perish under the power of nature, and then reap the benefits himself. However, the current situation made Allen associate it with the knowledge and spells he learned from the Netherese Scroll. In addition to the enslavement gem he created for himself, he finally realized that he was the actual participant in this period of history.
Through the vision of the shadow three-eyed raven, Allen could see the faces of the densely packed Normans under their nose-protecting helmets. He recalled the era he belonged to, when the entire wizarding world was in a constant state of panic because of the degree of terror created by the mysterious man and his underlings, the Death Eaters. Even the number of people killed in the battle in the Department of Mysterious Affairs could not be compared to the number of fresh lives on this ship.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, Allen opened his mouth and prepared to cast a spell. However, as soon as he started casting the spell, the magic that had accumulated in the beginning was dispelled. He pursed his lips and lowered his head to wipe his sweat. Through the raven, he saw a few Normans with light blonde hair calming Allen down. He took a deep breath and strengthened his conviction.
Without any hesitation, Allen held his magic staff with one hand and let it stand on the edge of the cliff. His other hand also reached high into the sky. Along with the cryptic rune incantation that carried the essence of magic, a magic power visible to the naked eye could be seen surging around Allen's body.
Following the long casting of this ritual magic, dark clouds with crackling lightning gradually gathered around Allen. These dark clouds gathered together and gradually grew in power. They revolved around Allen and his magic staff, forming a huge circular vortex in front of Allen. It looked like a small typhoon eye and began to slowly rise into the sky above the English Channel.
This was a legendary spell invented by the ancient Netheril Wizards called Marvin's World Weave. Although it was far from being as powerful as its name implied, it could temporarily change the weather of an area. The Netheril Wizards could even permanently change the weather of an area after casting it hundreds of times. Through this method, they could make their own land more suitable for farming and turn the enemy's fields into deserts.
Allen, who was in the middle of the vortex, kept repeating the incantation. He maintained this spell and strengthened the storm that was gradually forming in the sky as it became thicker and thicker.
Fierce winds whistled on the surface of the sea. The turbulent waves broke into a huge vortex, as if the calm surface of the ocean had been violently hit. This was truly a disaster. On the ship, William's lips were constantly moving, praying for God's blessing.
The soldiers didn't have such good willpower. They suddenly panicked. Many of them loudly shouted, "The storm is coming! The ship is sinking! The ship is sinking!"
The warships tumbled on the waves, and the storm stirred up a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea. About a third of the ships were overturned and swept into the huge whirlpool, while the rest of the fleet fled to the east in panic.
Even if the soldiers who were lucky enough to jump into the sea before the ship capsized and sank, even if they didn't count the suction of the vortex, regardless of whether they could swim or not, they would only end up dying at the bottom of the sea after falling into the huge waves in this stormy weather.
The soldiers who could swim were still struggling in the sea and the vortex. Their arms kept waving and slapping the surface of the water, their feet kept kicking in the water. The turbulent and bitter water kept pouring into their throats. They were finally submerged by the sea. After struggling to surface, they didn't know what to do. They had already realized that struggling with all their strength was useless. At most, it would only delay the time of their death.
The moment they lost consciousness, many of the soldiers saw a Magus floating above the whirlpool. The Magus was wearing a strange robe and holding a magic staff. He was shrouded in black gas. Although Allen seemed to be exuding a cold aura of death in the air, the soldiers still held hope and stretched out their hands to the demon in front of them with infinite longing for life.
However, Allen, who was floating in the air, didn't see this scene. He didn't even look at the purgatory-like scene below. He just maintained his toughness and coldness, quietly listening to the screams coming from the sea breeze. When the owner of the voice died, he tried to use his staff to absorb the souls of the soldiers who died because of the storm to avoid wasting them.
Until the last faint cry disappeared, the sky filled with dark clouds was finally filled with a flash of fire more dazzling than lightning.
Duke William of Normandy lost many ships and men because of this. Not only did he fail to cross the strait, but he was forced to take refuge in the French port of St. Valery, 140 miles to the east.
After settling down the remaining ships and his subordinates, the depressed William came to a low house. He threw his helmet on the wooden table in frustration. The dim room was just the same as his depressed and resentful mood at the moment.
"If I've offended you while serving you, please make it clear to your servants that this is all for you. I waged war in your name, but you tormented me instead …" William, who was repenting in front of the statue, had to admit that things could have been better for them, but in reality, they were now on the verge of despair.
In this storm, William had lost more than 300 ships and thousands of his subordinates. William, who had taken off all his equipment, sighed. Although they were indeed closer to England now, the wind was still against them, and they were still on the other side of the English Channel.
After being hit hard by the storm created by Allen, William's dream of inheriting the throne of England became a nightmare as he watched the strong north wind. He prayed for a long time in the church every day and looked at the wind vane on the church from time to time to observe the direction of the wind.
Tears often slid down William's cheeks as he maintained his goal with his last breath of unyielding faith, even though the Duke of Normandy had taken advantage of the disaster and the delay.
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