The huge sun gradually sank near the mountain range in the distance. The jagged mountain range stretched out in the distance like an irregular spine on the ground. The light of the setting sun plated a hazy bright edge on this spine, and as the huge sun slowly sank, the color of this bright edge became deeper and deeper.
This was truly a beautiful scene. Only from the highest tower of the Firmrock Fort could one see such a magnificent scene in its entirety.
However, at this moment, Sir Maryland was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him.
On the tower of the fortress, Sir Maryland was looking away from the mountains on the west side. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a giant beast with strong wings, mighty white feathers, and blue-black lace flying over from afar.
Let's hope there's good news, this general of the fortress could not help but pray in his heart.
After a while, when the sun had sunk by a third, a personal guard finally ran up the tower in a hurry. He handed a sealed document to Sir Maryland and said, "General! A reply from the Captical! "
Sir Maryland immediately took the document, opened it quickly, and looked at the exquisite and beautiful words on it line by line. His brows furrowed bit by bit in the process.
The guard who delivered the document had followed Sir Maryland for many years and knew every expression of Sir Maryland. At this moment, he could not help but ask, "General … what does it say?"
"The lords of the Captical are finally willing to send a Knight Brigade over …" Sir Maryland could not hide his annoyance. "Only one Knight Brigade."
"One Knight Brigade?" The guard was shocked. "A hundred Knight Brigades and their squires? That's all? "
"It's eighty Knight Brigades and their squires." Sir Maryland threw the document aside and gritted his teeth. "Do you think that the Knight Brigade sent by Saint Sunil City will be full?"
"Then what's the use?" The guard exclaimed in disbelief. "The number of Knight Brigades that died in the first explosion on Broken Rock Ridge is more than this …"
"Of course I know, but it's useless no matter what we say." Sir Maryland interrupted the guard. He looked at this trusted aide of his, shook his head, and sighed. "In fact, there were no reinforcements at all. This Knight Brigade is all the support provided by Prince Wales in his personal name, just to maintain his face."
The guard subconsciously asked, "Why …"
However, Sir Maryland did not respond to him. This high-grade Knight who had served the royal family for many years and had a good reputation but was now frowning all day long just waved his hand, then turned around and left the tall tower.
Walking down the spiral stairs of the tower, he walked through the narrow 'sword corridor' and came to the south of the fortress. He walked along the wall, and in the middle of the wall, he saw a familiar figure.
Viscount Carroll was standing on the edge of the wall, looking into the distance in a trance.
The once high-spirited young noble, who was known throughout the entire southern territory for being a chic and elegant young noble, had long lost his valiant appearance. Although he had put on a clean and tidy silk coat again, and his complexion had returned to health, an indescribable deep pressure entangled him, making him stand there like a statue battered by the wind and rain.
Viscount Carroll seemed to have aged 20 years overnight. He stood there in a thin coat as it approached midsummer, motionless as he looked at the south. He did not react at all until Sir Maryland stood behind him.
Sir Maryland had to break the silence. "My friend, you are looking at the south again."
Viscount Carroll trembled. When he saw that it was Sir Maryland, he shook his head with a wry smile and raised his hand to point to the rolling hills in the south. "From there, there is a road in the forest. You can reach my lovely Midsummer Manor in three days on horseback. After another three days, you will reach my castle."
Sir Maryland looked solemnly into Viscount Carroll's eyes. "My friend, this is a dangerous idea. The south is very dangerous now!"
"I know, I know. The Cecil family is taking over the entire southern territory, one manor after another, and driving out the Knight and retainers we left behind from the castle. I am afraid that many Knights and retainers have pledged allegiance to their new master." Viscount Carroll sighed and slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance. "The south is both my hometown and a nightmare. I have been dreaming these days, dreaming that I will return to the castle and be burned to death in the castle."
Sir Maryland shook his head. "Perhaps you should learn from Viscount Conscoe and Viscount Marion? Like Viscount Orland, you can reduce the pressure on yourself. "
"Use alcohol and magic potions to reduce pressure? Or go to the city to find a few high-class prostitutes? I don't want to die in a vat of wine or on a woman's belly. "Viscount Carroll shook his head in pain. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed Sir Maryland's hand." Oh! Sir, I just saw a griffin messenger fly into the lair. Is it a message from the Captical? "
Sir Maryland looked at the southern noble in front of him, who had some friendship with him, and did not know whether to tell him the truth or not. But in the end, he opened his mouth and said, "the Captical has no extra reinforcements. Only Wales? Prince Moen sent a Knight brigade in his personal name. "
Viscount Carroll's eyes widened. After being stunned for half a minute, he lost his composure and exclaimed, "That's it?! Are the Captical nobles all dead?! "
"That's it," Sir Maryland said quietly. He looked into the viscount's eyes and used his eyes to calm him down. "My friend, pay attention to your demeanor. You are now like a gambler who is about to lose everything."
"I have lost everything!" Viscount Carroll grabbed his hair and said, "The whole southern territory has completely fallen into the hands of the Cecil family. Do the Captical really not know what this means? Have they forgotten the purpose of the Firmrock Stronghold's construction? Are they not worried at all that the Cecil family will rush to the Whitsunday Plain and settle old scores with them?! "
"The mission of the Rock Fortress is to guard the Whitsunday Plain and defend against the Cecil family. Mr. Viscount, I swear in the name of the family that even if there are no reinforcements, my Knight Regiment and I will complete this mission," Sir Maryland said solemnly. "Calm down. Don't forget the strength of the Rock Fortress itself and the strength of thousands of elite Knight and soldiers. We also have sufficient material reserves and water from the Dorgon River. From the beginning, this fortress was designed to withstand great attack pressure."
Viscount Carroll's face seemed to ease a little, but he was still quite worried. "You have not faced the Skyfire Explosion. You don't know how terrible those things are. Once they push to the plain under the city wall, they can kill all the people in the city outside the range of the catapults. I have calculated the possible range of those weapons and observed the flight trajectory of those magic devices. The catapults and the city wall of the Rock Fortress are not enough to defend against them."
"The Rock Fortress has special means of defense," Sir Maryland comforted Viscount Carroll. "Don't worry. Even if the Skyfire Explosion falls from the sky like you said, we have a way to deal with it."
"I hope so …" Viscount Calor sighed. He had probably sighed the most in his entire life. After he calmed down a little and calmed down from his initial excitement, he noticed a detail that Sir Maryland didn't mention clearly. "Sir, is it true that the royal capital can't even send out a real reinforcement? Even if the situation is unstable and the Captical army cannot be mobilized, what about the noble soldiers in the Whitsunday Plain and the army in the Western Region? "
Viscount Carroll could understand why the royal family paid more attention to the Eastern Region in the face of the double crisis of the rebels in the Eastern Region and the chaos in the Southern Region. Whether in a political sense or a practical threat, Prince Edmund and Silas Loren, the Eastern Region was more dangerous. No matter how bad the situation in the Southern Region was, when the news reached the ears of the royal family, it was just a "noble war" between the nobles in the Southern Region. If it were not for the rise of the Cecil family in this war, perhaps the royal family, who was currently in a crisis, would not even care about this "small problem". But even so, when the news of more than 40 nobles in the Southern Region being wiped out by the Cecil family reached the Captical, the royal family should at least do something, right?
The rising Cecil family could wipe out all the noble coalition forces in the Southern Region in a short time. Once they broke through the blockade of the Rock Fortress, entered the Whitsunday Plain, and set foot on the King's Road, who would dare to bear the consequences?
In the face of Viscount Carroll's question, Sir Maryland could only sigh and say, "Thorin Castle, an important town in the Eastern Region of the Whitsunday Plain, has fallen. Prince Edmund's army has stepped into the heart of the kingdom."
Viscount Carroll's eyes widened.
Sir Maryland did not continue to speak. He just turned around and looked at the mountains to the west of the city wall in a daze.
The sun went down.
… …
Every time the sun went down, the magic crystal lamps and other large and small lighting facilities in Cecil City would automatically activate under the control of the light-sensitive runes. The bright magic light from the Whitewater River to the foot of the Dark Mountain Range, from Mine Avenue to Frost Forest Village, illuminating the entire city like shining stars on the earth. And every time these bright street lights lit up, Gwen would habitually go to the window on the second floor of the Lord's Mansion and look outside.
Those neat and bright magic crystal lamps always reminded him of the city street lights in his previous life. It also reminded him of the torches and braziers that were lit between the tents and the fences when he first came to this pioneering land.
The place where the lights illuminated was where the civilization reached. Even if it was a different world, even if the carrier of the lights changed from electric to crystal, at least this point was still the same.
But even if the lights were bright, there were always things moving in the shadows.
For example, Amber was sneaking out from the shadows in the corner.
"Where are you going?"
Gwen had long sensed Amber's presence in the room. Before the Elven Shame touched the silver seal on the desk, he suddenly broke the silence.
Amber jumped out of Shadow Stealth in a slightly embarrassed manner and gave Gwen a dissatisfied look. Today's sneak plan did not succeed again, which obviously ruined her good mood.
Although she had never succeeded before.
"I don't understand. How can you be so fond of such boring things?" Gwen looked at the half-elf helplessly. "What's the situation?"
"Secret report, Rock Fortress."
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