"The wind is blowing in the right direction, now it's just a matter of rushing through." Dressed in leather armor, Arold said to Osveld beside him.

"But, but the Earl, we will die." Osvid stammered as a member of the squire and a fearless son of a family who wanted to get ahead, what made him so afraid.

"Dead? No, I've designed it carefully, as long as you do exactly what I say. Arold shook his head and placed a leather hood on his head, which had been used by low-class soldiers.

"Lord Earl, I also advise you not to take this risk, we can send cavalry." Baron Ron also advised Arrod.

"No, I'm leaving, oh oh~~~."

"Ahhhh Arold and Osveld grabbed the huge flying glider together, and in front of them was a cliff with a steep cliff below it, and the spinnaker was pushed towards the cliff by the two of them, and the others around them could not bear to watch.

"Oh my God, Mecklenburg is going to perish." Baron Ron was sad, they thought that Arold and Osveld must be dead, and no one would survive if they fell from such a high place.

"Why don't you stop him?" Lady Marty looked at the crazy Arold and said to Julian beside her.

/ "It's useless, the Count is bent on going his own way, he must have gone mad with loneliness and anxiety, and talked all day long about flying, and if I had known that the fabrics were for this, I would have stopped him." Julian said to Marty with his hand over his mouth.

"Ah, God, they fell." The people around them closed their eyes nervously. They watched as Arold and Osvid fell down the cliff with the strange thing.

"Ausveld is holding on to the pole and trying to balance himself, I need you to work together." Arold only felt the world spinning, the air rushing mercilessly across his cheeks, and even scratching his face painfully, but he tried to get the damn glider up, and he said loudly.

"Whew." Poor Ausveld now wanted to close his eyes. However, the oath of loyalty to the lord made him bravely open his eyes, looking at the ground that was getting closer and closer to him, he knew that he would fall to the ground and shatter his bones with this inexplicable machine.

"Steady, steady." Arold felt that he was not breathing, and he rested his feet on the short pole behind him to keep his body balanced, but the speed of the glider's fall did not decrease in the slightest.

Just as they were in despair, even Arold felt that he must have underestimated the craftsmanship of making the zuò, perhaps not too much linen rope should be used in the joints. Perhaps the wood was not smoothed enough, but when Arold himself felt that he was dead, a wind rose from below the valley, and it held the glider up.

"Osvid, open your eyes and see we're flying." Arold exclaimed excitedly, and the glider he had made was swaying in the direction of Mecklenburg, taking advantage of the wind to fly very fast.

"Earl, Earl. I couldn't believe my eyes. Osvid looked at the meandering river below, and the small flocks of ants. You can even see people coming out of the farmhouse pointing at them.

"It's true, now go to Mecklenburg and let's see what is going on with these Pomeranians." Arold looked down from the sky at the passing ground below, and when he reached the top of Mecklenburg, he could clearly see the scorched earth of his castle, the charred ruins of the towns that had been painstakingly built, and the ant-like Pomeranians rushing into the outlying towns. Mecklenburg soldiers fought like flowers on the steppe in the alleys and streets.

"Watch them attack your castle." Osvid held out a finger, and from above it could be seen that Mecklenburg had largely fallen except for the inner city, but it could also be seen that the Pomeranians were very tired, and the pace of the attack was very slow.

"They left their baggage camp behind, and their baggage was hidden in the woods." Arold leaned over. The glider flew sideways through the woods, and out of the woods came some Pomeranian women and children, who looked curiously at the strange birds in the sky, while the children laughed and chased after them.

"That's right, can we go back now? God, it's a miracle. Osvid said breathlessly.

"Oswald follows me, let's go to the main tower, I want to see Princess Josie safe and sound." Arold said to Osveld.

"Whoa~~~."

"But Lord Earl, this thing is ringing, are you sure it won't fall apart?" Osveld asked, horrified.

"Don't worry, we just need to go around in one circle." Arold insisted, and flew the glider towards the main tower, which seemed to Osvid to be about to crash headlong into the tower, but Arold still controlled the glider to circle around the main tower, and the Pomeranians below were stunned, they could never imagine that someone could fly into the air.

"What's the sound?" Miss Shirley in the main tower heard the noise of the Pomeranian and walked curiously to the window, just then she felt a gust of wind pass through the window, and at the same time a figure came into her eyes in an instant, although it was as fast as a white horse passing through a gap, but Miss Shirley recognized the man on the glider, even though she could not understand how Arold flew in front of her, but she was still stunned by the scene before her.

"What's wrong? Did the Pomeranians come in? Princess Josie, kneeling in front of the cross with her back to her back, asked in as calm a tone as she could.

"No, no, no, No, Your Highness the Princess." Miss Shirley, who was stunned by the scene in front of her, reacted at this time, and she hurriedly ran to Princess Josie's side, took her arm and said excitedly.

"What not?" Princess Josie rarely saw Miss Shirley so out of shape, and couldn't help but open her eyes to look at Miss Shirley with red ears and ask her.

"It's the Earl, the Earl just flew through the window." Miss Shirley stood up with her mouth covered, and everyone in the room looked at her, thinking that she must have lost her mind from too much fear. (To be continued......) R1292