The July rain was pouring down from the sky to the earth, and a drop of rain was falling on a soldier's helmet, sliding down the edge of the helmet, and finally falling to the ground, splashing a small flower of mud.

The soldier slowly inhaled a breath of air, which was mixed with the peculiar smell of the mountains and rivers brought by the rain from the inland behind him, and the smell of the sea breeze, which he was all too familiar with.

A large ship rowed into the soldier's eyes step by step from the edge of the ocean, and after wiping his face with his hand to make sure that the ship was not his hallucination, he rang the bell of the dock vigorously. With the impact of the soldiers, the big bell on the pier rang slowly, melodious and dull, like a wail from the sea. Soon, the entire coast was covered with this bizarre humming.

Looking at this sea ship, old York fell into deep thought, he probably will never forget this sea ship for the rest of his life.

A year and eleven months ago, a brave king and his equally brave army crossed the ocean to fight their centuries-old enemy, and on that day flags were flown all over the quays, and the people of Great Pruss came to the sea to pray for the king.

By the time he went, the king had built seventeen large ships capable of crossing the strait, each carrying more than 300 warriors, not to mention a large entourage.

Now, there was only one ship of this style drifting from the other side of the sea, and the canvas on board was still new, but as the ship approached the shore, it could be seen that the wooden hull was covered with large and small scars, and there were charred ash marks on the edge of the deck. The boat had a deep draft and had a hard time navigating the torrential rain.

At the bow of the ship was a sailor with a flag asking to dock at the docks, which by this time had already gathered a number of residents and traders from around the town, along with several clerks and the royal guards from the city of Abbaschia. Everyone stared at the ship, nervousness, uneasiness, decline and other emotions enveloped people's hearts, and people gathered in twos and threes to discuss those terrible possibilities.

With the help of the people on the shore, although it was a rainstorm, the boat still docked smoothly and was tightly tied to the pier. After setting up the ladder, the sailors and captains who had been waiting on the big ship for a long time did not do anything, but just put down their work and quietly looked at the cabin and deck interface.

A man with a gray-black mask on his face and a long robe, surrounded by several heavily armored soldiers, quietly walked from the dock to the crowd, all the residents waiting on the shore unconsciously left a considerable distance from them, the breath of the soldiers standing on the dock from the cracks in the armor made people chill from the inside out, as if as long as they saw them, they could smell a lingering smell of blood under their noses.

The man in the gray mask walked up to a clerk and slowly took off his mask, and several timid citizens around him instantly screamed in fright.

What kind of face is this, except for a pair of eyes and the nearby flesh and skin that are still well preserved, the rest of the parts are all large and small scars, and there are a few deep scars that can vaguely see the white bones under the skin. As he opened his mouth, there were a few bones that seemed to break open the muscles from his face and tear his face apart.

However, it was such a face, a mouth whose shape could barely be seen clearly, that uttered a word that stunned the entire inhabitants of the shore. With trembling hands, the clerk took out a piece of parchment from his bosom and drew and drew on it with a strip of charcoal.

"In April 1137 of the Great Prussian calendar, Muterrastan perished. ”