Silver Castle, the Captical City of St. Sunil, Ansu.
In the military hall, several Knight lords and the Captical nobles were sitting at a long, wide table made of heavy oak wrapped in gold. The two Duke Regents of Ansu and the nominal crown prince, Prince Wales, were sitting at the head of the table. A high-level military meeting was being held.
The light from the magic crystal lamps illuminated the gloomy hall. The metal shield hanging on the north wall of the hall reflected the light from the magic crystal lamps, and also vaguely reflected the back of the two regents and the crown prince. In the blurry reflection, the bright red coat of the Prince of Wales was as eye-catching as a ray of blood-red light.
The middle-aged man who had returned to the position of crown prince quietly watched the nobles talking, discussing, and arguing at the long table. Occasionally, there would be fluctuations in his eyes, but he hardly said a word. He sat there like an indifferent person, listening to the matters that theoretically should be decided by him.
An old Knight with gray hair put his hands on the table. He was short but abnormally strong. Although he was not young, his eyes were still burning with the light of a young man. He looked at the other Knight lords and the Captical nobles around him and said in a strong voice, "The battle to take back Solin Castle has failed. Everyone, we must face this fact. Although the number of rebels in the east is small, we are the ones who are at a disadvantage."
"The good news is that we have the rebels in the hills around Solin Castle," a noble said. "We are backed by the Plains of the Holy Spirit. We have more land and more people. A protracted battle is advantageous for us."
The old Knight could not help but knock on the table. "Don't be too optimistic, Count Bahrain. The premise of a protracted battle is that we can really maintain this situation for a long time. The patriarch of the Loren family and the Typhon are confronting each other. Their soldiers are more tenacious and able to withstand the pressure. Our army's morale is declining day by day. If we can't achieve any results, even if we have enough food and soldiers, we will be the first to fall …"
Sitting at the head of the long table, Duchess Victoria suddenly interrupted the old Knight. "Mr. Cromwell, don't be agitated."
Wales? Moen glanced sideways at the Duchess Regent beside him, then retracted his gaze and looked at Cromwell across the table. White Mountain — he knew the seemingly aged lord of the Knight. "White Mountain" was not a common surname in Ansu, but it was a typical dwarf surname. Was it because of Cromwell? Bai Shan's ancestor was indeed a dwarf. In the pioneering journey seven hundred years ago, it was not only the elves who fought side by side with the humans. Some dwarves also became builders of the human kingdom during the great pioneering process. Some of them eventually chose to integrate into the human society and even became members of the Ansu aristocracy. Cromwell? Bai Shan's family originated from this.
Perhaps it was due to the influence of his ancestral bloodline, the Knight's temperament was too straightforward compared to many nobles who were particular about elegance and etiquette. But what about Wales? Moen knew that what Cromwell said was the truth, but … since Duchess Victoria had already spoken, he didn't have to speak again.
"I'm sorry, Grand Duchess, but we have to admit the truth." Although Bai Shan apologized, his words were still full of vigor. "The rebellion in the Eastern Region is not as easy to deal with as we thought. We didn't drive them out of the Whitsunday before the end of the Month of Fire. They have already taken root in Solin Castle. The Month of Harvest has arrived, and the rebels will feed themselves with the food we have planted for half a year. Grand Duchess Wilde, Duke Franklin, and His Royal Highness the Prince, I'm willing to lead the Knight Regiment to help Count Solin recapture the castle. We can't let the rebels spend the Harvest Festival in the Whitsunday … "
"I never thought the rebels in the Eastern Region were easy to deal with," Victoria Wilde said calmly. "But the Captical Knight Regiment cannot be moved. Count Cromwell, our rear is not safe."
The old Knight stared, while the other lords of the Knight Regiment and the martial arts aristocrats next to him exchanged glances and whispered to each other.
Sitting in Wales? Bai Dewen on Moen's right? Duke Franklin stood up at this moment and said, "Let me say it. This news has just reached Saint Sunil. The Rock Fortress has fallen."
The entire military hall instantly fell silent.
The words of the Duke of the Western Region were very clear, and there was no ambiguity in the short sentence. However, perhaps the amount of information in this sentence was too shocking, or perhaps the news was too unexpected, but none of the nobles who heard this sentence reacted. In the end, it was Count Bahrain, who was sitting next to Cromwell, who was the first to break the silence. "Your Excellency, you mean the Rock Fortress in the south of the Whitsunday Plains?"
"Ansu has a second Boulder Fortress?" Bai Dewen asked. Bai Dewen glanced at the slightly plump Count Bahrain and said.
One of the Captical nobles couldn't help but mutter in shock, "That place is so far away from the Eastern Region, and there are mountains in the south of the Whitsunday Plains in between. How could the rebels …"
Perhaps the rebellion in the Eastern Region had already occupied this noble's thoughts, or perhaps the idea that "the many rural lords in the Southern Region were not worth mentioning" was still entrenched in his mind. This gentleman actually thought that the rebels in the Eastern Region had somehow invaded the Southern Region and launched a surprise attack on Firmrock Stronghold. He simply did not think that there was another giant sleeping beast in the vast and remote land in the Southern Region.
However, the others had already reacted. After a brief moment of shock, Cromwell was the first to read a trace of information from the gloomy and serious expressions of the two Grand Regents. He asked in disbelief, "It's … Cecil?"
"Yes, it's not the rebels in the Eastern Region. It's the Cecil family," Bai Dewen Franklin said calmly. Franklin said calmly, "Founding Duke Gawain? Cecil destroyed the defenses of the Rock Fortress fifteen days ago, which is the 58th day of the Fiery Moon. He occupied the fortress and detained all the soldiers and civilians in the fortress. "
Cromwell? White Mountain's beard trembled. He seemed to want to speak, but Victoria Wilde interrupted him. Duke Franklin spoke after Duchess Wilde, "I know what you want to ask, but all information has been cut off. Cecil's army breached the fortress in a very short period of time. It is said that it only took a few days. After that, they sealed off the entire fortress. The garrison of the fortress had no time to send out any useful information.
"Only two griffin messengers who risked their lives to break through the siege sent the situation on the day of the fall of the fortress to the Captical. The information that we have now is that Gwen? Duke Cecil had used some unknown method to create a large amount of extraordinary-grade weapons that were shockingly powerful. In a short period of time, he had built up an exceptionally powerful army.
"The Knight Lord who guarded the fortress, Maryland? Aonar's current situation was unknown. Before the fort fell, Sir Maryland led the last of his knights out of the city to meet the enemy head-on. However, the barrier of the fort was immediately destroyed by the magic of the Cecil people.
"Count Pompey also sent a magic message to confirm the fall of the fortress."
After Victoria finished sharing all the information, Cromwell finally had the chance to speak. Bai Shan finally found an opportunity to open his mouth. This knight lord who had part dwarf blood frowned: "Cecil … Is the Cecil family the same as the Eastern Territory …"
"At present, Cecil's army has not continued to move north. After they occupied the Rock Fortress, they closed the north gate of the fortress. It seems that they intend to defend it," Duke Franklin said. "According to the news from Count Pompey, they didn't even pay attention to the easily accessible granaries and manors outside the northern wall of the fortress, nor did they loot any undefended border villages."
It was obviously a very unusual situation to occupy the fortress without looting the surrounding villages and manors. The nobles at the scene couldn't help but whisper to each other again. Cromwell? Seeing this, White Mountain couldn't help coughing. "Ahem, they haven't gone north now, but it doesn't mean that they will never go north."
"That's what we're worried about," Duke Franklin said. "The Cecil family … Is their current head of the family Gwen? Cecil. "
The nobles at the scene fell silent again. They exchanged glances, and at the same time, they finally recalled the urgent letters sent by Sir Maryland, who was guarding the fortress, before the fall of the Rock Fortress.
More than forty families in the Southern Region joined forces to attack Cecil, and were quickly wiped out.
This shocking news had also caused waves among them and led to another military meeting. But at that time, no one thought that the Cecil family would act so quickly, and no one thought that the Rock Fortress would fall so easily.
They thought that it would take more than a year for the situation in the South to develop to the point where they had to face it head-on.
Wales, who had never spoken? Moen sighed softly.
He remembered the warning Veronica gave him not long ago. He still remembered that Veronica had warned him, Gwen? Cecil was releasing a beast, but now it seemed that the Captical nobles might have lost their last chance to put the beast back in the cage.
"We thought that what happened in the South was just a civil war among the lords, and the ones who started the war were the lords other than the Cecil family. But now it seems that everything that happened in the South was under the control of our founding hero. He had been planning this for a long time," Duke Franklin said. "Now that the fall of Rock Fortress has become a fact, it doesn't matter how Cecil's army managed to capture the fortress in such a short time. They have already occupied it and made preparations to defend it. Count Cromwell, do you think we have the ability to take the fortress back? "
Cromwell? White Mountain shook his head almost without thinking. "Impossible. Unless we withdraw at least half of the troops in the east of the Holy Spirit Plains, and even if we do, we might not be able to take down Rock Fortress. Maryland? I know Sir Aonar, he's a very powerful Knight. His army isn't inferior to the Captical Knight Regiment. Even he isn't Gwen? Cecil's opponent, you can imagine the strength of Cecil's men. "
After that, the old Knight shook his head. "What I'm most curious about now is how the founding hero built such an army … In less than two years, in less than two years! He actually managed to take down Rock Fortress? "
"Every ancient family hides secrets, not to mention that this ancient family has an ancestor who came back from the dead," Duke Franklin said. Franklin said in a joking tone. "Perhaps as early as seven hundred years ago, Gawain? Duke Cecil buried an undead army from the Gondor era in the mountains of the South? "
Cromwell? White Mountain shook his head and said gruffly, "This isn't funny at all …"
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's think of a countermeasure now," Duke Franklin said. He stopped smiling and tapped the table with his finger. "I'm afraid this is a dangerous situation no less than the rebellion in the East. My ancestors, this time my ancestors really came."
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