On the Gorgon River, on the Nabil, an armored cargo ship with a wide deck, Captain Nabil pulled an iron-gray lever. The roar and tremor of the machinery came from under his feet. The surging power pushed the powerful mechanical ship to slowly accelerate. On the open river ahead, several ships similar to the Nabil also raised their own magical wings. The shimmering magic dust slowly drifted over the entire river.
The voice of the mechanical chief came from the copper pipe next to him. "The machinery cabin is operating normally, Captain!"
The wind with enough moisture blew in, and the flag of Cecil fluttered on the bow of the Nabil. The middle-aged captain left the cabin and came to the small deck on the upper deck. He held the iron railing of the small deck and watched the behemoth under his feet slowly accelerate. He felt the surging power in its body and sighed softly.
The feeling of riding the wind and waves could calm this man who had dealt with ships for half his life.
He never thought that he would set foot on the battlefield one day. He was just a captain on the Whitewater River. The three wooden cargo ships were his pride. His life had nothing to do with the battlefield, but the war came to him. The Cecil family suddenly rose, and Count Peibo requisitioned a large number of ships to fight against this suddenly rising family, including Nabil's two ships and almost all of his crew.
After a war, Nabil of the Whitewater River lost most of his property, leaving only the oldest cargo ship and the sailing experience that he had accumulated for half a lifetime.
After that, the Duchy of Cecil was established. The rivers were once again unobstructed, and commerce flourished. All kinds of new things emerged one after another, and new mechanical ships began to replace the old cargo ships. The generous compensation and many other benefits that could be expected moved the disheartened captain. He had a new ship, and named it after his first ship, the Nabil. It was very common for captains to name their ships after themselves.
Then, a new war came, and the government began to recruit ships from the people. At the same time, they recruited experienced captains. They promised generous conditions, and Nabil was once again moved. Of course, perhaps part of the reason was because of the pride of the citizens of Cecil. He responded to the recruitment and went to the frontline with his ship.
The world seemed to have suddenly become very fast, so fast that Nabil did not even have time to think about when it had become like this. Perhaps most ordinary people lived like this, living in a world that they could not fully understand. They hurried forward, and when they occasionally looked back, every step they took was so surprising.
Nabil took a deep breath of the fresh air of the Gorgon River. He saw a group of soldiers walking across the deck. They were checking the tarps on the chariots, and checking the hooks and cables used to fix the chariots. The soldiers stood straight, and they walked as if they carried the wind with them. They were brave and confident, and all of them were the best of the best.
They had parents and family, relatives and friends, and perhaps their own lovers and children. They left their hometown in bright armor. When they left, they may have hugged their families and kissed their loved ones goodbye. In their arms, they still had small tokens or letters that they did not have time to send. Together with the tokens, there was an iron plate with a number printed on it. They had experienced many battles and were lucky enough to survive to this day. Some of them may fall on the next battlefield, while others will return to their hometown with glory (and possibly injuries and disabilities) …
A few years later, those who were still alive may begin to tell their children about the battles they had experienced in their lives, including this one, and maybe even this armored cargo ship that had once transported them, including a sentimental and adventurous captain …
Nabil turned his head and looked at the misty river in the distance. The majestic shadow of the Pioneer was riding the wind and waves in front of him, and he could vaguely see Cecil's flag fluttering in the wind.
On the upper deck of the Pioneer, Victoria stood under the fluttering flag. After standing for a long time, she looked away from the north, then turned back to the bridge, back to the 'heart' of this amazing war behemoth. Here, Gwen was standing in front of a spread out map, discussing with Byron where the fleet was most likely to be attacked in the northern section of the Gorgon River, as well as the situation the Captical Sunil Saint Sunil would face.
"We will pass through the Stone River Estuary in two hours." Gwen looked up at Victoria, who had come to the map. "That's the first estuary where we need to slow down. It's also the first stop to completely separate from the main force on the ground. The Gryphon Scouts have already taken off. I'm waiting for them to report back. "
"This will be a very risky operation, but to be honest, I like to take risks." Byron winked. "After I go back, I can brag about it to my daughter for ten days."
"I told Bai Dewen that Saint Sunil needs to defend for at least another seven days." Victoria looked at the map that covered the entire table, her finger brushing the edge of the Captical. "Saint Sunil has two 'fortresses' on the east and the west. As long as these two fortresses attached to the walls are not broken in these seven days, they will be able to wait for reinforcements."
Gwen closed his eyes slightly, and the view from the satellite quickly moved and zoomed in his mind. The Captical Saint Sunil appeared in the center of his vision.
The huge and ancient city was still standing on the plain. It was shrouded in a layer of dense magic shield. The shimmering light of the shield fluctuated slightly due to the flow of magic, making the whole of the Captical look like a slowly beating heart. Outside the southwest and southeast walls of this' heart ', two strong fortresses flashed continuously above the sky.
Outside the city, a wriggling 'tide' was slowly swallowing the Sunil defense line, but it was blocked again and again by the flashes from the two fortresses. Those flashes were burning stone bullets, enchanted crossbows, and magic missiles released by the battle mage towers.
The foundation that the Saint Sunil had accumulated for hundreds of years was now facing the most difficult test since it was built.
…
A startled bird flew across the gloomy sky of the Saint Sunil, and a tail feather fell into the courtyard of the White Silver Fortress. In the courtyard, Wales, who was wearing a luxurious outfit and carrying a royal patterned longsword at his waist, stopped on the path. He reached out and caught the tail feather, then gently let it go with an expressionless face.
Behind him, the fully armed Wang Family Knight Squad vice-captain, Cohen Loren, stopped in his tracks. The armor of the few Knights that stopped at the same time made a series of metallic clanking sounds.
"Your Highness?" Cohen Loren asked softly.
"Even the birds have started to escape from this city," Wales Moen said softly. "This should be the season for the white-tailed sparrows to build their nests."
Cohen Loren lowered his head. "But humans are not birds."
Wales nodded slightly. "Go."
"Yes." Cohen Loren straightened his body, knocked on his left chest, then turned around and led the Knight away quickly.
After the vice-captain left, Wales slowly turned around and looked into the shadows not far away.
Bodwin Franklin slowly walked out from there. "Your Highness, your senses are sharper than I thought."
"Duke Franklin." Wales looked at the Duke Regent in front of him. "What are you doing here?"
"The meeting in the Golden Oak Hall has begun. The nobles are waiting for you to appear."
Wales was silent for two seconds before nodding. "Seven days, is it?"
"Yes, seven days."
Wales did not say anything else. He walked past Duke Bodwin and walked forward.
However, Bodwin Franklin's voice came from behind him. "Your Highness, are you clear about your goal?"
"Yes." Wales' footsteps paused slightly. "I'm going to reinforce the wall."
In the Golden Oak Hall, the noisy discussion was getting more and more intense. The nobles of the Captical, the representatives of the Knight Family, and the people in charge of power were arguing in this 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 became a quarrel. In the face of life and death, the core of the kingdom's power fell apart, the military power collapsed, and the Captical's external command system completely collapsed. The last people in power in the city seemed to have finally reached their limit.
There were more and more monsters outside the city, and the situation became hopeless. Defending the Captical seemed to have lost its meaning. In the face of this situation, many voices of righteousness seemed to be particularly weak. Only the practical plan of self-preservation had the upper hand.
But suddenly, the slightly shrill voice of the attendant broke the quarrel in the Golden Oak Hall. The heavy golden oak door was pushed open from the outside. With a loud bang, the door opened, and Wales Moen appeared in front of everyone.
The crown prince was late, almost an hour late.
But even the crown prince, who was not valued, would not jump out at this time to question his lateness. Wales Moen just quietly looked around the hall, then stepped forward and walked unhurriedly to the tall chair at the end of the hall.
The atmosphere seemed to be a little strange. Everyone in the Golden Oak Hall subconsciously quieted down. Many nobles looked at each other and felt that Prince Wales seemed to be a little different today. Some people quietly left their seats and quietly came to the prince's side.
Wales stopped halfway. He was standing in the middle of the hall. Amidst the whispers that gradually sounded around him, he swept his gaze over a few people and said, "We will defend this city with all our strength. Who objects?"
The surrounding nobles suddenly became noisy. Someone shouted, "Your Highness! Only death awaits if we continue to defend this city! "
"We have reinforcements," Wales looked in the direction of the voice. When he spoke, the surroundings became quiet again. "Reinforcements are on the way. They will arrive in seven days. They are the Cecil Legion from the south. Archduchess Victoria is also among them."
This time, the nobles around them were even louder than before. Countless people were shocked by this unbelievable news. Some of them were pleasantly surprised, some of them looked at each other in shock, and some of them accidentally shouted, "How … How is this possible?! Your Highness, is this news true? "
Wales looked in the direction of the voice again.
The human heart was as he had expected.
It was not that Saint Sunil would become an iron plate just by waiting for the news of reinforcements. In this city that was sinking, decaying, and falling apart, the royal family had long lost its dignity. Today, even the Duke Regent could not suppress all the noble families. No one would believe what anyone said, even if the person speaking had the bloodline of Moen. On the contrary, some people would think that this news was purposely spread to make others defend this city with their lives and buy enough time for the royal family to move their largest assets.
Even if this news was spread by Bodwin Franklin, it would be the same.
Because if some people were in the same position, they would definitely do the same.
Wales just looked at the noble who shouted and slowly said, "Defend this city with all your strength and wait for reinforcements in seven days. This is an order."
"Your Highness, you are not the king yet. You can't give such an order directly!" the Captical noble who was stared at by Wales exclaimed. "At least, you have to wait …"
"Count Luke," Wales interrupted him. "Where are your family, mistress, jewelry, and the Knight who should be guarding the city walls?"
Count Luke's eyes widened, as if he finally felt some pressure and fear from this' nominal crown prince 'who lacked dignity and presence. "I … I …"
"Count Luke, you shouldn't have sent them out of the city," Wales said calmly. "This is treason."
Count Luke opened his mouth, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he only had time to squeeze out a few meaningless syllables from his throat. At some point, a royal sword decorated with golden patterns had pierced his throat. It was precise, silent, and fatal in an instant.
Wales turned his body slightly and watched the Captical noble fall to the ground like a broken sack. Blood spurted out and splashed on his cheeks, and the longsword by his side was already stained with a layer of dazzling red light.
The surroundings instantly fell silent. There was only an unbearable silence and pairs of eyes filled with shock and fear in the air. Almost half of the people didn't realize what had happened, because the reality was beyond their imagination: in this golden oak hall, in the most sacred place of the Ansu Kingdom, Wales Moen had personally executed a count in front of dozens of the Captical nobles?!
The other half of the people in the hall watched all of this without batting an eyelid.
Wales shook off the blood on his sword and strode towards the chair at the end of the hall. It was only then that the nobles who had lost their voices suddenly reacted. They exclaimed in shock and became restless. However, the sound of heavy iron boots stomping on the ground suddenly rang out, interrupting every single voice that was about to voice out their doubts.
A large number of fully-armed Knight rushed into the golden oak hall, quickly took control of all the entrances and exits, and surrounded the long conference table in the middle of the hall. Cohen Loren, who was wearing a blue battle mage robe and chain mail, then entered the hall and announced loudly, "The former commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, Hirak Borg, has been stripped of his position as commander for condoning the escape of his soldiers.
"According to the military system, I have taken over the position of commander of the Royal Knight Regiment.
"The Royal Knight Regiment swears allegiance to His Majesty Wales Moen!"
His Majesty Wales Moen?!
Pairs of astonished eyes looked at the unexpected change in the situation in front of them. They watched as the "deputy" commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, who was famous for having both extraordinary Knight and Mage power, strode into the hall. They watched as he expressionlessly stepped over Count Luke's corpse, as if they were finally beginning to understand what was going to happen here today. At this moment, Wales Moen had already reached the chair in the deepest part of the hall. The crown prince who had left the Silver Castle for twenty years turned around and slowly sat in his seat, sweeping his gaze across everyone.
Count Luke's blood stained his face, and the face that everyone had looked down on for twenty years looked terrifying at this moment.
"From today onwards, I am crowned King of Ansu."
Hearing Wales Moen's flat voice, whispers broke out in the hall. People looked at each other in bewilderment. Some were still doubting the authenticity of all this, while others subconsciously asked: Who would hold the coronation ceremony?
At this moment, a noble near the entrance of the hall exclaimed in a low voice, "Duke Franklin is here!"
People craned their necks and stared at Baldwin Franklin who was walking through the door. The Duke Regent was absent from the entire meeting, and when people saw what he was holding in his hand, an indescribable silence enveloped everyone.
Baldwin Franklin was holding the king's golden crown in his hand.
The Duke of the Western Region stood at the door for a moment, then he stepped forward and walked step by step to the throne at the end of the hall.
Only then did some people react.
This was the Golden Oak Hall. It was not only the place where the highest noble meeting was held, but also the place where the king was crowned.
Wales Moen's magnificent robes were actually the king's ceremonial robes for his coronation.
The sword with which Count Luke had been executed was the ceremonial sword of the king when he received his coronation.
Under the gaze of many eyes filled with tension, fear, expectation, shock, and other complicated emotions, Baldwin Franklin crossed the last distance and came in front of Wales Moen. He raised the golden crown in his hand slightly in the air.
However, he stopped there and did not continue to place the golden crown on the new king's head.
Wales reached out his hand, took the heavy crown, and slowly placed it on his head.
In the hall, every the Captical noble knew what this meant.
From today onwards, Ansu would no longer have a Duke Regent.
Wales Moen wore the new crown that had been prepared for Edmund and silently watched everything in the hall. After a few seconds, he stood up and slowly raised the king's sword that was stained with blood.
"Protect Saint Sunil!
"This is the king's order!"
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