While Laing and his family were having a picnic, Castle Alençon was located in the north of Culona, the capital of Brittany.
Brittany's Northern Front Army was now stationed here.
Alençon was located in the north of Brittany's capital, Culona. It was an important economic center of the Duchy of Connet and the gateway to the north coast. If one wanted to attack Culona, Castle Alençon was almost a must.
Throughout history, the capital of Culona had been attacked many times. Because of this, the Knight Kings attached great importance to the castle. The castle had been reinforced many times, and a count and a castellan were appointed here. The former was the lord, while the latter was the Duke of Connet and the leader of the king's army.
Of course, the situation was different now. Since Kalad led the army here, this castle naturally became the base of the Northern Front Army. Both Jean de Alençon, Count of Alençon, and the lord appointed by Regent Lauen listened to Kalad.
"The most famous thing here is the famous Alençon lace. Many royal tailors used to work here." On the street of Alençon, Jean de Alençon II introduced the place to Kalad. "His Majesty Laing doesn't seem to like the tailors here. In fact, they are all very good tailors, no worse than the tailors in the south. Whether it's a palace dress or a military uniform, they can make it with ease."
"If there's a chance, I'll mention this to His Majesty Laing." Kalad had been with Laing for a long time, so he naturally knew what these people meant. The Great Holy Grail was a little perfunctory and said a few words.
After strolling around for a while, Kalad bought some Alençon lace fabric for Catherine to buy new clothes for her. This Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary really didn't know how to express his feelings. He could only express his concern in this way.
There was also good news from Laing. The king proposed a proposal to make Catherine his countess. This proposal didn't cause much of a reaction among the dukes. Most dukes, especially Duke Berchemund, didn't agree to this marriage, but their opposition wasn't strong. To put it bluntly, they didn't care. Since Laing supported it and Morgiana didn't oppose it, it was fine as long as Kalad liked it.
Half-timbered houses on both sides of the cobblestone street added endless historical charm to the ancient Alençon. There were also branches of the Church of the Holy Grail and other churches, including Shalia's Church of the Goddess of Mercy, Firenna's Church of the Goddess of Justice, Moore's Church of the God of Death, Eurek's Church of the White Wolf, and Charlemagne's Church of Justice.
Kalad soon noticed that Berliat and Meretskov were discussing something at the corner of the street. Berliat habitually sipped coffee and ate cake very gloomily, while Meretskov tasted Brittany's honey pie with a little flattery and caution.
"My chief political commissar? What are you doing? " Kalad threw the things he bought to his attendant. After getting along with Berliat for a long time, Kalad didn't dislike Berliat as much. This guy was a typical bureaucrat, and he was only responsible for Laing and Kalad. He only considered these two aspects when doing things, and he was very efficient and effective when doing things. It was just that sometimes his methods were a little too fierce and vicious.
"It's on the list, my count." Berliat saw Kalad and forced a smile. He held a list in his hand and said, "I'm wondering if there are any talents in Chica prison worth discovering, but I've served His Majesty for too long, and I can't remember who they are. Now I'm asking Kirill (Meretskov's name) to help me recall."
Kalad sighed when he learned a little about this matter.
According to General Meretskov, there were still many people in Chica prison in Kislöw. In addition to some marshals and generals, there were also many scholars, doctors, engineers, and many senior technical workers. They were accused of various crimes and were cruelly suppressed and persecuted. Typical phenomena during this period included ubiquitous censorship, suspicion of "Chaos corruption" everywhere, arrest, and imprisonment. Obviously, it was impossible for the female Tsar to let these people leave Chica prison, and prisoners were regularly executed due to the prison's cost and capacity problems.
Of course, the female Tsar did not expect that the warden, Josep, had been bribed. Berliat and Josep had carefully set up a "Chica Talent Market" trade route.
Josep had secretly interrogated and collected information from every prisoner. He asked them to tell him their talents, what they could do, and what "value" they could show. Then he would give the information and price list to Berliat. Berliat would decide who was qualified to be released from prison. For this purpose, Berliat carefully made a list.
For the prisoners in Chica prison who could never see the light of day again and might be suddenly executed at the end of every year, this was their only chance to get redemption and leave this hell on earth. If any prisoner was on this list, they would no longer be subjected to extremely cruel torture in prison. They would be given a relatively clean cell, food, and occasional time to relax. Then they would be full of expectation and longing, waiting for Berliat to buy them back to Brittany to serve the Knight King.
This list was called "Berliat's List".
"Berliat, he is our great benefactor, our great savior. He must be the messenger sent by Essun, the Bear God!"
— — Vavilov, a Kislöw breeding and genetics scholar, who was on Berliat's List.
Meretskov tried his best to please and plead Berliat, hoping that he could add more names to the list. The general, who had been in prison for several years, knew that one more name would save one more life. Berliat was thinking about whether these people were useful to Laing, and how much they were worth.
Kalad and Berliat chatted for a while and looked at the information of some people on the list. Kalad was not good at these things, so he did not say much. When the count was about to return to the barracks, a scout on a fast horse rushed from afar. "My lord! There is an urgent military situation! "
"What?" Kalad was very calm.
"A large number of barbarian dragonship fleets have appeared in the Claw Sea to the north. They quickly defeated our patrolling pirate privateers and a small portion of Le Anglo's navy. They are sailing towards our coastline at an extremely fast speed!" The scout said anxiously, "By the time we received the information, the enemy was already close to Shantiron!"
"They're really here," Kalad ordered as he mounted his horse.
"Assemble!"
"Prepare to reinforce Shontillon!"
"Yes!"
… I am Berliat's name list …
On the Claw Sea, the broken pieces of Brittany ships were scattered all over the turbulent surface of the sea. Unsurprisingly, the Knight King's privateers were not bad at fighting. They were very flexible in attacking and escaping, but they could not avoid a terrible defeat when faced with the dragonship fleets from Nozka. Nozka's dragonships were much faster than the privateers.
Almost all of the Brittany's small number of patrolling ships were destroyed by Ulfric and his dragonship fleets. Even if a small number of ships managed to escape, Ulfric did not care.
He only had two goals in this invasion of Brittany. The first was to plunder the capital of those chivalrous people and burn it to the ground.
The second was that before Ulfric set out, he received a dream from the God of Darkness.
In the dream, the God of Chaos wanted Ufrik to go deep into the heart of Brittania and defeat a powerful warrior, the mortal enemy of Chaos. The King of Knights, Ryan Macado, was an Ungrateful Fool, an Annoying Bug, a Detestable Fellow, and an Unambitious Idiot, the King of Knights.
For Ulfric, everything was simple. He just had to burn Culona and kill all the chivalrous people and weak southerners. The Knight King, Laing Macado, would definitely appear and fight with him.
Wasn't that killing two birds with one stone?
As for feinting to the east and attacking in the west, Ulfric didn't care about any of that.
The wanderer, the last seafaring warrior, the hairy giant-like human, the King of Skulls, and the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, Ulfrik. He was covered in the spoils of war he had obtained from the enemies he had killed. He had spent his entire life fighting to the death.
Ufrik used to be a hot-blooded youth who loved life and fighting. There were very few people in Noska who loved life as much as he did. As a natural warrior, Ufrik was known for his large size and fearsome weapon skills. He cut off the heads of all the warriors of Chaos in his path and hung them on his body as a display of his warrior's pride. As legends of him were sung in his tribe, his name spread far and wide.
However, his excessive arrogance led to his failure. In the Battle of the Thousand Heads, Ufrik killed the king of the Noska Tribe, Tolgarde, and won the ultimate glory. During the celebratory feast, Ufrik drank four barrels of honey wine in one go. After getting drunk, he boasted that there was no one in the world who could rival him.
Fortunately and unfortunately, Ulfric's arrogant words were heard by the Four Gods of Chaos.
The Four Gods decided to teach him a lesson for his arrogance.
That night, Ulfric was suddenly visited by an emissary of the God of Darkness.
In his dream, he traveled to heaven, the graveyard, the underworld, and many other places. In the end, he was drowned in a sea of blood. When he woke up from his dream, he was blessed by the God of Darkness and gained the gift of Spirit Tongue. He could use the languages of different warriors and beasts to issue challenges that they could not refuse.
At the same time, he was cursed to wander the world for the rest of his life to complete his endless mission. He challenged the natural warriors, dead or alive, human or demon, to prove himself.
Now, his goal was here. Knight King Laing Macado, this is the last year of your life! Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos stood on his flagship, The Hague, and laughed heartily. The Hague was a gift from Tzeentch. Not only could the gigantic dragon ship sail on the ocean, it could also sail on the winds of magic, which meant that it could fly for a short period of time. Because of this unusual ship, once Ufrik chose his prey, his prey would not be able to escape the fate of a duel. After victory, Ufrik would offer the loser's skull to Khorne, their still-beating hearts to Pervert, their guts to Nurgle, and their dying breaths to Tzeentch.
Now, his fleet of dragonships was gradually approaching the town of Shantiron. This port in the north of Kurona was trembling in fear. The weak southerners were trembling before the terrifying power of the powerful northerners!
Ding! Ding! Ding! When the first dragonship appeared on the other side of the ocean, the entire town of Shantiron was alarmed. The townsfolk quickly fled the town under the curses of the guards and squires, fleeing in the direction of Kurona.
Thanks to General Meretskov's accurate prediction, Port Andeil and Shantiron in the north of Kurona received Kalad's warning early on. Even though the nobles and knights in these two places didn't care much, they still respected and worshipped the legendary hero and the Great Holy Grail from the bottom of their hearts. After receiving the warning, the nobles arranged for their serfs to speed up the harvest and rehearsed an evacuation plan and route. Regent Laun also sent a unit of Kurona's garrison to assist in the defense.
The noble who was stationed in Shantiron was Laxsaar, a baron and a royal knight. When the dragonships appeared on the other side of the ocean, the baron was sitting in his noble mansion eating and drinking. He listened to the report of his subordinates and picked up a bottle of wine from the table.
"Another glass of rum!"
"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Summon the troops! The Northerners are really here! " After downing all the rum, Laxsaar gestured for his attendants to equip him and pick up his weapons, preparing to meet the Northerners' dragonships head-on.
The messenger hurriedly sent the news out. All the conscripts, conscripts, and defenders in the city lined up on the walls and docks. The heavy catapults began to throw large rocks at the dragonships under the foolish control of the serfs. The accuracy of the rocks wasn't high, but thanks to the tight formation of the barbarians, a few of the dragonships were still damaged.
After that, the dragonships approached.
"Counterattack!" Uvric drew his sword, Frostbite. The commander of the Northerners gestured for the barbarians to use their weapons to counterattack. The Northerners' dragonships were equipped with crude siege ballistae made by the barbarians. They loaded the ballistae with rocks and other objects and fired them at the defenders.
The ballistae bombarded the walls of the coast, causing the defenders to scream in fear. Even though the Northerners' ballistae weren't very powerful, the psychological pressure they brought was immense.
"Hold! All of you, hold! " The knights and nobles excitedly galloped back and forth behind the walls. Even though the town wasn't fully prepared for battle, they couldn't wait to have a good fight with the Northerners.
Amidst the fierce long-range attacks, the first dragonship docked. When the northern vanguard gathered together and launched a group attack, a huge blood-thirsty roar reverberated through the waters of the harbor.
Hundreds of armed thugs brought their halberds to the battlefield. Hordes of howling tribal warriors came out of the cabins and attacked the defenders.
Ufrick Wanderer stepped on his leather boots and rushed up to the harbor.
“Forthewander！ Forthechaos！”
"Fake Wang Laing Macado! Come out and face me! "
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