The nobles ate delicious food, drank wonderful honey wine, and played happily with the maids.
The whole banquet went on in a cheerful atmosphere, and everyone was full of anticipation for the upcoming war.
During the banquet, Ackermann even tried to propose to Isabella in front of everyone, but was politely rejected by the princess. The hall was filled with laughter, and Ackermann was embarrassed. At the same time, he made up his mind to play a role in this war and prove to everyone.
The party lasted until dawn, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest while waiting for the next battle plan.
At the same time, in Blackstone Fort.
Tyrone was throwing a tantrum at his subordinates, and Blanche was trembling in fear. How long has it been, and you have no news at all? Is this how you get your information?
"My lord, it's getting harder and harder to plant spies. The Northland has fully adopted the ancient Northland language, and it's easy to distinguish them. There's really no news of Charle in the sea of people." The officer in charge of intelligence reported.
"It's been so long, and you still haven't found your brother. Look at what you've done!" Tyrone glared at Blanche.
Blanche also felt guilty. Her brother wasn't dead, was he? Logically speaking, he should have seen Gravel.
A few months later, it was spring again. Winter had just passed, and the weather had become warmer.
The various nobles of the Kingdom of Northland had finished gathering their troops, and everyone set up camp in Byron Bay.
In the battle command tent, Gravel personally issued the battle plan. Other than some soldiers who stayed behind to guard the fort, all of the kingdom's elites were mobilized.
This time, the king was going to lead the expedition himself. Although Isabella and Kay also requested to go, Gravel still rejected them. He let them be in charge of defense, because the enemy could easily take advantage of the situation.
This time, Gravel and the rest did not choose to attack Blackstone Fort directly, as that would not be worth the loss.
They wanted to take a ship to the south and attack the empire's economic hub, Spring Port. It was said that it was one of the few places in the empire that was overflowing with oil.
The lord of Spring Harbor was Drago Aldrich, a figure from the same generation as Theoden. He was now an old man with only a bag of old bones left.
March 2, 1501, The Windy Moon
A majestic fleet passed through the Sinka Underground Sea, bypassed the coastline of the German Empire, and headed straight for Port Pullin.
Dregg, who was lying on the sickbed, had his right eye twitching non-stop. He had a panicked feeling that something big was about to happen.
Recently, his body had been getting weaker and weaker, and he had been lying on the bed every two to three days.
The one who replaced Dreger in charge of the Empire's strategic town was Rear Admiral Narland. He was part of the Empire's younger generation and had a good relationship with Alonso.
However, he was a slightly conceited person. He did have some talent, otherwise, the empire would not have handed over the defense of the empire's economic stronghold to him.
He also invented something called the Narland Line, claiming that no one could attack Port Prin from the sea.
This Narland Line was indeed a bit powerful.
First, he had people connect the empire's warships with special things, making them look like a water base. At the same time, it was no different from a military stronghold on the water. No ship could beat this colossus.
Then, he also set up two tall towers at the entrance of the port. There were two huge iron chains under the water. As long as the iron chains were raised, no ship could enter the port.
Not only that, but there were also empire's airships patrolling the sky. These airships had a lot of things like oil tanks on them, which could be used to find and destroy enemies in the first place.
Even so, they could not stop the enemy. There were also the strong walls and fortresses of Port Prin. There were also various sentry posts, watchtowers, fortresses, and so on, forming a defensive net.
It could only be said that this line of defense was like a huge trap. If the prey did not come up, it would be death.
This was also the invention that Narland was most proud of. He was not afraid of any enemy at all.
In the city, Narland also had a large number of troops stationed, so the enemy would die if they attacked from land or water.
On Gravel's side, their fleet was sailing on the endless sea.
This fleet was made up of three main forces. Gravel's fleet had a white background with a black-edged falcon sail, Holf's fleet had a purple background with a giant golden bear sail, and Beffman's fleet had a yellow background with two crossed black axe sails.
These longships of the Northland were not very big, but they were very flexible and could withstand the test of strong winds and waves.
Gravel's face was painted blue with plant dye, which was the blessing of God. Legend had it that the Northland God, Olugar, led his twelve warriors to any corner of the world on the Northland Longships, winning every battle.
After they left the mortal world, in Olugar's temple, Havagard, they drank and reveled all day long, eating good food and wine, and fighting endless battles. They died in battle in the morning and drank together at night. Legend had it that only the brave Northland people who died in battle could be summoned to Havagard by Olugar to fight with God.
Gravel kissed the Warrior's Armband on his right hand. This was something that every adult Northland man could wear. This was not only a proof of wisdom and courage, but also a blessing from God to every Northland man who went to war.
At this time, the sound of drums came from Horf's fleet, followed by a majestic and imposing song. This was a way for the Northland sailors to row and unify the rhythm, and also a way for the ships to communicate with each other.
Then Gravel's fleet did the same, and finally, Beffman's fleet.
As far as the eye could see, it was vast and mighty. Every warrior was one in a hundred, and they were not afraid of death.
Port Primm, also known as the Land of Storms, was not called the Land of Storms for no reason. Storms of all sizes occurred here all year round. Sometimes, on a sunny day, dark clouds would suddenly appear, blowing strong winds and setting off waves. All kinds of capriciousness.
No one knew if God wanted to play a joke on Gravel, but suddenly, strong winds blew from all directions on the sea.
"Not good, a storm is coming," Ragnar, who had rich sailing experience, said to Horf.
Horf hurriedly ordered people to blow the horn, and everyone knew what they were going to face next.
At this time, the warriors rowing the ships began to roar in a low and orderly voice. Although the sound was low, it resounded through the sky and was very shocking.
What was going to come would come. For a time, the sky had become dark, the sea was turbulent, the wind was raging, and the whole sea seemed to be roaring, as if it was going to swallow them up.
"Hold on tight, everyone!" Gravel roared.
Everyone was a little nervous, but they were unafraid of death.
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