Chapter 431 Moments of Inspiration

As soon as the steward of Glenn said "they are coming", the southern nobles at the scene took a deep breath, and when he mentioned that the areas of Glenn, Consco, and Carroll were successively defeated by Cecil's army. After the control, the nobles in the southern region shook their heads and sighed, showing a sad look, especially Viscount Kangsco, who was already extremely depressed, covered his face in a complacent manner, and began to curse in a low voice.

Lady Ropeney Grant broke the silence before Sir Maryland could speak. She clenched her fists and stared at the butler: "Where's my daughter? What about the rest of the castle?"

"They blew up the whole castle with what's called a 'giant cannon'...and almost burned down half the town..." said the butler sadly, "almost no one escaped...all died... All are dead..."

Ropeni Glen's body swayed twice, and then fell backward as if she had lost all her strength. Fortunately, one of her guards was quick to hold the hostess who was about to faint. The guard whispered beside the Countess. Said, "Block your eyes."

"I know." Ropeney Glenn also said softly, and then covered her face with her hands as if in grief.

And Sir Maryland was only slightly moved after hearing the shocking news, and then looked at the butler who had escaped all the way from Glenland to the Rock Fortress with a scrutiny: "Sympathetic experience - but you are How did you get out? It's not too close to lead here from Glenn."

The butler looked embarrassed and sad: "I'm really ashamed to tell me... The Cecil people took the initiative to let me go..."

"The Cecil let you go?" asked Sir Maryland in surprise. "Why?"

"They're giving a gauntlet," said Dame Ropeney Glenn, who seemed to have calmed down from her grief, her eyes reddened into Sir Maryland's. "They're declaring war! Showing off! They're trying to let us know what's going on in the South. , let us know that our family business accumulated over hundreds of years has been completely destroyed by them! They are going to completely destroy us!"

Sir Maryland looked at the woman who could be described as mighty, at the woman who could take the last surviving southern nobles all the way out of the battlefield to the rock fortress, and he saw the woman's eyes burning with fire The hatred, but not much sadness, this is the state of people who only think about revenge after losing everything, he can't help but be moved: "Ma'am, what happened to you makes me indignant, please rest assured, we will work with Sailor. The Syr fought - this fortress is where we will meet them!"

His words were firm and powerful, but the southern nobles at the scene were almost unresponsive. Most of them had not woken up from the shocking news brought by the butler, and a few were already immersed in the fear that the Cecilians were coming. Inside, Viscount Mariolan suddenly stood up and waved his arms excitedly: "We can't wait to die here! This city can't stop the fire!"

The other nobles in the southern border were in a commotion, and many people began to respond. Marioland took this opportunity to quickly say to Sir Maryland: "Sir, let's work harder, let the Earl of Pompeii open the northern gate, we must go to the Holy Spirit Plain to take refuge. Row!"

Sir Maryland's face was uglier than ever, and he could hardly hide the contempt in his eyes. These terrified people were no longer worthy of being called nobles. They were just like those in the country farmhouses. A soldier's sword would be as unbearable as a poor man kneeling on his knees - even at such a time, they are still thinking of running away?

They thought that the little gold and silver left in their pockets would be enough for them to eat white bread in the Plains of the Holy Spirit for a few days?

But before Sir Maryland could speak,

Ropeney Glenn has already stood up. The lady almost glared at everyone on the scene with an indomitable momentum in her voice: "Where are your bones? Are they all dissolved by alcohol?!"

Except for her, the southern nobles who have fled here are all men, but none of these men dared to raise their heads and look at Ropeni at the moment. Looking at the eyes that were averted from the guilty conscience, Ropeni Glen couldn't help raising her voice: " What are you afraid of? Do you really have no courage left? Don’t forget that this is a rock fortress, a fortress with a magical barrier! Weren’t you still talking in the banquet hall of the fortress this morning, saying that this place is indestructible and that it is Watching Cecil on the top of the city everyone turned their backs - why did they forget it at this time?"

"Ms. Gran... Countess, what are we going to do to fight those Cecilians?" A southern noble finally couldn't help but say, "We went to the battlefield to cause trouble, and we left here so as not to provoke the people of the Rock Fortress. trouble……"

"What nonsense!" Luo Peini stared at the cowardly southern aristocrat, "You all think so too? Have you forgotten that when you fled here, there were thousands of people beside you - up to now, Those loyal knights and soldiers are still waiting for your orders in the city! They are not running, what are you running?

"Now that the rock fortress is short of manpower, we should concentrate all the strength at hand. We have a solid city wall and a magical barrier. It's alright to move a trebuchet's stone bullet behind the barrier, right? Help guard the mage tower. And the arrow tower is always okay, right?"

Sir Maryland looked at the impassioned Countess Ropeney, and suddenly his heart lit up in surprise - these southern nobles who have been in trouble here... Although most of them are cowardly and powerless, they are also a little bit of strength.

To be honest, he still had some expectations before he arrived, thinking that the Cecilians would not come to attack here. After all, the rock fortress already belongs to the land outside the southern border in theory. Duke Gawain Cecil has no reason to attack here. But since he learned about the deeds of "the ancestors did not obey the ancestral system", he has become more and more regretful about taking in these useless southern nobles, if not for the fact that these southern nobles still have some gold and silver in their pockets, and they also promised A lot of things, I am afraid he has already tried to drive most of these people out.

And now...

The Cecilians are really coming, so these useless southern nobles should also pay some price for the protection they received.

He looked at Countess Ropeni, who was trying to call on the southern nobles to arm and defend the fortress-this Countess was the only one he admired among the southern nobles besides Viscount Carroll, and now this lady has just been blocked. The Cyre has taken everything, and her will for revenge is unrivaled, which makes her a good help.

So he stood up and said, "Ma'am—will you help me defend this fortress?"

Ropeney turned around, with a hint of fanaticism in her eyes: "Yes, sir, of course I will - as long as I can defeat those Cecilians, I will do my best!"

Viscount Carroll, who was always beside him and did not speak, also stood up at the right time. He looked around at the shaking southern nobles and raised his hands: "Gentlemen, you should feel ashamed, your courage is adding up at this moment. Not as good as Dame Gran. Don’t forget, we are under the protection of the rock fortress, and when the fortress is in crisis, it is also our duty to stand up. I am willing to answer the call of the Dame – although I have only left Two knights and dozens of soldiers, but I will also stand on the wall and defend this fortress to the last minute!"

After the first person stood up, more people were finally encouraged. These people who were almost completely destroyed in the shelling of the gravel ridge and the pursuit of the southern border actually squeezed out a little courage at this moment, and they started one after another. In response, they all wanted to take their few dozen or hundreds of followers to stand on the city wall, and live and die together with the fortress, a posture of resisting the Cecil people to the last moment - although some of them Many people will regret after leaving this hall, even after shouting those hot words, but at least they are encouraged to stand up at this moment.

For the nobles, as long as they stand up at this moment, it is difficult for them to sit back again.

Ropeney Grant watched this scene with satisfaction, and so did Sir Maryland, who couldn't help but nod his head - these southern nobles and their only remaining entourage may not be of much use. , but they can at least alleviate some of the shortage of manpower. If nothing else, at least it is always possible to let those nobles who understand magic to recharge the mage tower, and with these people, the rock fortress can last longer. time.

Maybe they can hold on until the situation in the kingdom improves.

He never doubted that his fortress could withstand the attack of the Cecilians, he was only worried that this protracted defensive battle would overwhelm the isolated rock fortress.

After that admirable baroness had succeeded in inspiring the nobles of the South, and seemed to be their leader again (the last time she had been their leader was when she had led them out of the South), Sir Maryland spoke to her Said: "Ms. Glenn, your bravery is really a manifestation of the noble spirit. I hope you can integrate the southern nobles and lead them. I will arrange for you to guard and maintain the inner magic tower of the fortress. And the second city wall, I think the gentlemen at the scene have no problem with this, right?"

The southern nobles at the scene expressed their agreement.

Afterwards, Sir Maryland called in his personal soldiers and began to arrange the defense of the fortress: "First of all, the scattered farms in the south of the fortress are emptied... All are withdrawn to the city, and the remaining things are directly burned, and the wells are filled to death...

"Clear all the woods on the edge of the southern hills, burn or cut down the trees, and leave nothing to block the view.

"Double the number of patrols..."

After leaving the main hall, Ropeney Glen walked with her butler.

Sir Maryland had no time to pay attention to trivial matters, and Ropeney Glen wanted to take her own people to find a place to rest, which was exactly what she wanted.

She looked at her ragged butler, and the cronies who "escaped" with the housekeeper. The ragged clothes on these people are real, the mud and oil stains are real, and the scars under the ragged clothes... Also true.

When there were no outsiders around, she said softly, "You have worked hard."

"It's our pleasure."

"How's it going?"

"The eagle has left the nest, and the chick is well."

Ropeney Grant nodded indiscernibly, then raised her head, looking through the tall narrow window on the side of the castle promenade, and saw a red sunset gradually emerging in the distance.

"It's finally time to wrap up this long list."