The idea gradually formed in his mind, Zheng Fei couldn't delay any longer, motioned for the Spartan warrior to take the contents of the box, and then quickly got out of the tunnel and stepped on the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing the light again, breathing unusually well, they ran as fast as they could, while the city was still in chaos, towards the docks.

"Did you figure it out?" asked Alan, gasping for air.

"Hmm. ”

"What's the secret of the Tower of London?"

"I don't have time to say it yet, but you'll find out later... Now you two brothers go home, and your families rush to the docks at once, and my fleet is about to leave London. ”

"Leave so soon? What about your friends?"

"I'll come back and save him. ”

"And where are you going?"

"The Scottish Highlands. ”

......

Passing through the panicked city of London, Zheng Fei and his party returned to the dock and boarded the flagship deck.

Due to the sudden escape of the black crows in the Tower of London, even the dock porters began to stop working, and they all turned their heads to stare at the sky over the city of London occupied by the crows, with deep apprehension on their faces.

"What's going on, Captain?" Ares, who was in charge of guarding the fleet, wondered, as the whole city seemed to be thrown into chaos in an instant.

"Set a fire. Zheng Fei laughed, and then said, "Go and inform everyone, get ready to set sail!"

"Huh, has Santiago been rescued?"

"Not yet, we have to find reinforcements, we have to sail as fast as we can, we only have two days. ”

"Well... But who would want to help us?" said Ares, frowning uneasily.

Hearing this, Zheng Fei smiled slyly.

"Ares, what do you do?"

"I am... Your subordinates. ”

"No, I mean who you are, what is the title that honors you the most?"

"Descendants of the Knights of the Round Table!" Ares puffed up his chest proudly as he spoke.

"Yes, our reinforcements are just like yours. Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows, and saw obvious surprise on his face.

"Oh my God, where are they?!"

"In the Scottish Highlands, there are about 200,000 people. ”

"And how do you know?"

"Because, I am the lucky one chosen by the great magician Merlin. ”

Gazing at the tranquil and distant Thames River, under the illumination of the sun, Zheng Fei's eyes surged with pride beyond Ares.

......

The entire army in the city was busy catching black crows, and they didn't bother to care that Zheng Fei's fleet was sailing away from London, and by the time they started to care, it was too late.

Originally, the black crows would fly back an hour after being released, but now that Zheng Fei has taken the sword of the king, the black crows have completed their mission to protect it and regain their freedom.

The king stood on the top floor of the palace, looking through the window at the dark shadows flying in the sky, looking down at the soldiers running around the streets, and his heart was always haunted by inexplicable anxiety and panic, which made him pacing back and forth in the room, drinking one sip after another.

Does the flight of the black crow herald the imminent demise of England?

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Come in!" he shouted urgently.

The door was slammed open, and the people who came seemed to be in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, something has happened!"

"What's the matter?" the king's heart tightened, and his face froze.

"When the army went out to capture the black crows, the fleet escaped and has now left London......"

"What did you say?!" the king said to himself as he looked at the Thames in the distance, "That's your best friend... Did you just abandon it?"

"According to the report of the Praetorian Guard, there was an accident in the Tower of London not long ago, all the soldiers in charge of guarding the secret realm were killed, and the entrance to the secret realm was also opened. ”

Hearing this, the king shuddered for a moment, and knocked over the wine bottle on the table as if he had lost his soul.

"It took me three years to find a way to open that door—" he closed his eyes and sat down on the couch.

"Your Majesty, what should I do now? There was so much chaos at once, first the black crows fled, and then the fleet ......"

"Who has been in the Tower of London today?" Before he could finish speaking, the king interrupted him.

"The maintenance team brought by the two Alan Beale brothers. ”

"Send an army to Howard Manor right now, and get everyone there back!"

"Uh..."

"Why, you have a friendship with Howard?" the king sneered, noticing his embarrassed look.

"It's not like that, it's just... I sent someone to Howard Manor after learning about the accident at the Tower of London, and there was no one there, and it looked like he had already fled. ”

At this time, the king's face was not hideous, he pounded the table with hatred, picked up the flask and shook his arm and smashed it against the wall, and it shattered with a thud.

"Go help me prepare the convoy, I'm going to the Tower of London!" he said through gritted teeth, letting out a long breath.

Half an hour later, the Tower of London.

Upon learning of the king's arrival, the Praetorian Guards who stayed behind to guard the prison hung their heads and silently prayed in their hearts that God would bless them for survival, after all, there was such a big basket.

But to be honest, they were also very aggrieved in their hearts, who would have thought that a group of craftsmen could quietly put down dozens of Praetorian Guards? The point is, they actually pushed away the boulder that was holding down the secret realm, you must know that the stone may not be pushed away by two hundred people.

The king looked at them coldly, and was not in the mood to give orders to deal with this group of incompetent fellows. He hurried to the secret realm, and with the escort of the guards, he jumped into the tunnel, through the stone door that he had been unable to open with all his great efforts, and entered the place of his dreams.

He glanced at the empty open box and sighed bitterly, "George, do you think this will be a treasure?"

"Since it's the ruler's weapon, maybe it's the legendary sword of the king. George said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Whatever it is, it has been taken away by someone else, and I originally wanted to conquer France with its power, but I didn't expect it..."The king sighed deeply, staring at the empty box, his pupils full of melancholy.

"But Your Majesty, can't we get it back?"

"Well, you reminded me... Come with me to meet someone. ”

With that, the king strode out of the tunnels and headed straight for the tower where the prisoners were kept.

At the door of his cell in Santiago, he stopped.

"Hey, how's it going?" he scoffed as he looked at Santiago, covered in blood.

"When I get out, I'll definitely want you to look good. Santiago gritted his teeth, desperate to rush up and beat him, but his hands and feet were bound to shackles and he couldn't move.

"Do you think you can get out? Tell you, your friend has left London with the fleet, and you have been abandoned. ”

"No way. Santiago didn't believe what he said at all and sneered. (To be continued.) )