Chapter 611 The Turbulent Kingdom

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The sky was gloomy, and the turbulent wind was blowing from the direction of the plain, carrying the cold air that had not completely receded into the city. Under the dim sky, the Count of Pompeii stood on the terrace of the family castle, and his mood was even gloomier than the sky.

More and more rumors are circulating between cities and villages. The content of the rumors is particularly disturbing. Some people say that a terrible plague broke out in the Jumu Daokou area. All kinds of news were chaotic, and even nobles like the earl could not get accurate information from the north—and this was the most disturbing point.

The castle terrace has a wide field of vision, overlooking the entire city and the large plains outside the city. The slightly fat Count of Pompeii is wearing a warm thick coat, leaning on a cane, and looking into the distance in the cold wind. His gaze first swept across the hills and woods in the northerly direction - not long ago, a strange team from the rock fortress passed by the edge of his own territory and headed all the way to the north. The team was led by an elf ranger. , riding in strange magical vehicles and carrying strange equipment, they did not state their mission and destination, but carried the passage documents signed by Duke Gawain Cecil.

The Count of Pompeii did not dare to stop him.

But judging from the well-trained performance of that team and the direction they are heading, it is not difficult for Mr. Earl to guess that their actions may be related to the recent changes in the situation in the north.

His eyes moved along the hills and plains, and the shimmering Dorgon entered his sight, followed by the distant rolling hills and the hazy rocky fortresses between them, the imposing rocky fortress. The fortress was still shrouded in a shrouded magical shield, and the mountains and walls together blocked all sight of prying south.

Since the Cecil family regained control of the South, the land has closed its gates - of course, its physical "gates" will open every once in a while, and even a rock city will be open to visitors, but from Symbolically, the "gate" to the South has been closed since the end of the unification war until today.

The surveillance and control system built by the kingdom for a hundred years has been completely cut off. Today, no one knows what the founding duke who came back from the dead is brewing in his kingdom, and no one knows where the land was in the past. What changes have taken place in the past two years, people can only guess one or two by relying on the absurd and bizarre stories spread by businessmen and adventurers, as well as the glimpses they saw in the rock city, and in addition to guessing the customs of the southern border. In addition, another focus of the good people is the door of the rock fortress - when will that door be opened, and under what circumstances will it be opened?

This is probably a more difficult mystery than the current situation in the north.

Perhaps when that door opened, his "earth in the field" would come to an end.

Adjacent to the rock fortress, the entire family, young and old, is within the range of the fortress cannon, lacking the support of the royal family, lost almost all troops in the last southern war, and now the economic lifeline of the territory is still firmly controlled by the businessmen from Cecil, Count of Pompeii I have been in this tormented situation for a long time, but now I see it very openly.

He looked at the direction of the rock fortress in a trance. The vision of an extraordinary person allowed him to vaguely see the fortress and the mouth of the Dorgon even without the help of eagle eyes. In this trance, he suddenly He saw a scene that shook his heart - at first he thought he was wrong, but soon, he clearly confirmed what he saw through the eagle eye technique.

The main gate of the estuary in the west of the rock fortress has been opened - in the past, only one side gate would be opened to allow merchant ships to enter and exit, but at this moment, the entire Dorgon estuary has been opened.

Three large ships with open "wings", no sails and no oars, riding the wind and waves are sailing on the Dorgon River, heading north all the way.

The Count of Pompeii widened his eyes, and the magical brilliance of the eagle eye technique shone in front of his eyeballs. He looked over there clearly, and saw a series of small boats sailing out behind the three large ships, and saw the fortress. The turret at the top is rising from the cover, and I see countless soldiers running above the city wall...

The main gate of the rock fortress was still closed at the moment, but the Count of Pompeii suddenly realized one thing—

South, open the door.

...

San Sunil City, the inner and outer urban areas are still prosperous and lively. The arrival of the Recovery Festival and a timely rain a few days ago made people see the omen of a good harvest this year. The city officials opened the market ahead of schedule. Many celebrations were held, and even the poorer civilians in the outer city participated in the celebrations - the lively and bustling scene seemed to completely obscure the haze that had long shrouded the kingdom, the civil war in the plains, the wasteland barrier , all these disturbing things are obscured by the ostensible celebration.

However, in the depths of the royal city, in the Silver Fort, the principals of this country have already smelled the turbulent aura in the air.

In the upper part of the castle, in a study covered with dark blue velvet, Welsh Moen was sitting behind the desk, Berdwin Franklin was standing beside him, and opposite the two stood a man dressed in black starry magic. The Wang Family Mage with white robes, beard and hair, the old Mage is reporting the situation with a face full of guilt: "...still unable to contact the Mountain Corps, His Royal Highness the Prince, the Duke, and the giant wood crossing. There was no response to the duke's subpoena..."

Wales' face was sinking, and the Duke of Franklin, who was standing beside him, asked on his behalf, "The magic communication has been cut off, what about the beacon?"

"All the beacon fires have not been lit, Lord Duke."

After a brief silence, Franklin nodded: "...Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master Rotas."

The old mage left, and the Duke of Westland looked down at Wales, who was sitting in the chair: "We should send another group of gryphon messengers, and at the same time, another group of knights to go through the 'valley cloister'-perhaps often in spring The surge of magic affects the effect of the messenger spell."

Wales nodded expressionlessly: "You can arrange it as you see fit, Duke Franklin - I'm a little tired."

"Then, let me handle this matter," Baldwin Franklin bowed slightly, put his hand on his chest, and said with impeccable manners, "please rest in peace, Your Highness."

The Duke of Westland left the room, and Wales Moen sat quietly behind the desk for a while. His eyes swept over a few documents that had just been sent and needed to be checked by himself. After a slight pause, he continued to move to the side, and finally fell. On a stack of documents on the desk.

The crown prince pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and pulled out the information, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

A few key elements of the profile slipped past him:

The activities of the believers in the end of all things... dark rituals... several small-scale epidemics in the area of ​​the giant wood crossing...

These information are not timely. Many of them are even information from the end of last year. Due to the difficult roads in winter, the messengers are inconvenient, and they were not sent to the Silver Castle until today.

Wales knew that the Duke of Franklin must also have a share, but he must have not had time to see it - after all, compared with the "crown prince in name", the Duke Regent who really needs to handle state affairs is much busier, which involves cults and cults. The "little things" of the Dark Priest don't deserve to be ranked first.

During the careful reading, Wales Moen's brows slowly wrinkled.

Outside the door of the study, a figure wearing a holy white robe with a faint holy light floating around stood for a short while. Veronica's hand was already on the door handle, but before turning the handle, her movements suddenly stopped. .

The faint sound of an illusory heartbeat entered the ears of the "Holy Princess". She raised her head and glanced in the southeast direction. A look of deep solemnity suddenly appeared on her always indifferent face.

"Someone walked the forbidden path," Veronica said softly, as if to herself, "The situation has changed..."

Without hesitation, she canceled the visit to communicate the feelings of brothers and sisters, and turned to leave the door of Wales Moen's study. With a flash of light, her figure directly transformed into the purest holy light and disappeared out of thin air in the castle. on the corridor.

After a while, this pure holy light flowed into the Holy Light Cathedral next to the Silver Fort, and condensed and descended through the holy light cloud top at the top of the cathedral, and came to the Holy Sea of ​​Pope St. Ivan III.

There was no one else in the Great Hall of Light, only the Pope himself was sitting in the center of the focus of the Holy Light, devoutly meditating and praying silently. The arrival of Veronica interrupted St. Ivan III's prayer, which was already extreme. The old man slowly opened his eyes, and the turbid eyeballs quickly filled with pure light: "Veronica, the most devout child of the Lord - didn't you go to the castle to visit His Royal Highness Wales?"

"Your Majesty, I suddenly heard the revelation of the Holy Light," Veronica said softly with a worried expression, "The shadows are gathering, and someone is challenging God's authority and trying to pollute the Lord's land."

The old face of St. Ivan III did not seem to have changed, but the top of the holy light cloud shrouded the entire Great Hall of Light suddenly surged. Behind the Pope's holy seat, the image of light that spread and grew like a tree Expanding in an instant, the "fruits" hanging at the end of countless branches opened their "eyes", as if a powerful existence hidden on the other side of the world suddenly cast a glimpse of the world - Veronica is here. Before, he had calmly turned his eyes away, and did not look at the "Tree of Holy Light" behind the Pope. After a while, the "tree" returned to its original state.

After that, St. Ivan III's expression began to change, and he opened his eyes slightly: "This is a serious blasphemy, where did it happen?"

"On the battlefield where the Royal Army and the Eastern Territory faced off, there were evil heretical sects that made it a ceremonial shrine, and a large number of Crusaders sent there by the church have been polluted by the power of darkness."

Having said this, Veronica paused slightly, raised her eyelids, and looked at St. Ivan III: "...Your Majesty, it's time to prepare to defend the glory of the Lord."

In the surging light of the entire Great Hall of Light, Saint Ivan III's sight was slightly dazed, and then he said softly as if in a dream: "It's time to prepare to defend the glory of the Lord..."

...

Praying to the gods seems less and less effective.

In the wilderness in the southeastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain, Belk Lauren was trudging through the dirt and gravel, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

His cloak was tattered, and only a few rags remained on the buckles on his shoulders. The light armor was mottled and cracked, covered with vicissitudes of life after several fierce battles. A subtle and sharp sting reminded them of their existence, but Belk did not stop, still advancing in the wilderness.

Because he doesn't know where the deadly pollution has spread, and how far those monsters can chase.

After wading across a creek, Belk stopped. He raised his head to look at the sun, discerned the direction, and then took out a small War God charm from his arms and began to pray briefly to the gods he believed in. To pray for spiritual and physical blessing and restoration.

Yet this prayer has little effect.

It seemed that the exhaustion and pain accumulated over the past few days had exceeded the limit of God's blessing.

Belk sighed, put away the small amulet, and then looked around.

There are no people around here. In fact, for so many days, he has not encountered any trace of human beings.

He is indeed deliberately avoiding the inhabited places, because he is worried that the inhabited places have been polluted by the "cluster curse", but he has not encountered any merchants and travelers along the way... Either this is pure coincidence, or something more dire.

Belk shook his head, tossing those too bad associations out of his mind, knowing that he still had a long way to go, and he couldn't scare himself until he reached his destination.

He was going to the south, to the Principality of Cecil.

The road to the northern region has already been occupied by the giants of the crystal cluster, and the road to the eastern border is similar. There are only two directions to choose from, the western border and the southern border. These two directions may not be polluted, but in the After some thought, he finally decided to head south.

There is no reason. In this bad situation, intuition is the best reason. Intuition tells him that he should go to the southern border and send the warning information to the southern border, so that the guardians there will know the situation of the giant wood crossing as soon as possible.

Duke Gawain Cecil has warned this country more than once, and now, it is time to pay back.

Belk took a breath, calibrated the direction of travel, and walked towards the southern border.