On the Gorgon River, on the armored cargo ship "Nabil" with a wide deck, Captain Nabil pulled an iron-gray lever, and the roar and tremor of mechanical operation came from under his feet, and the surging power pushed this powerful mechanical ship to accelerate slowly, and on the open river in front of him, several ships similar to the Nabil also raised their own magic wings, and the magic dust and mist that emitted a faint light slowly drifted across the entire river.

The mechanical captain's voice came from the brass pipe next to him: "The mechanical cabin is functioning normally, Captain!" ”

The wind was blowing in the air, and Cecil's flag fluttered on the bow of the Nabil, and the middle-aged captain left the cabin and came to the small deck on the upper deck, where he held on to the iron railing of the small deck, and watched the behemoth under his feet slowly accelerate, feeling the surging power in its body, and exhaling softly.

At any time, the feeling of riding the wind and waves can calm this man who has dealt with ships for half his life.

He never imagined that he would one day set foot on the battlefield, he was just a captain who roamed the Whitewater, three wooden cargo ships were his pride, his life was originally related to the battlefield, but the war was rolling in on him - the sudden rise of the Cecil family, and the Count of Pebo requisitioned a large number of ships to fight against this sudden rise of the family, including Nabil's two ships, and almost all of his crew.

After a war, Nabil on the Whitewater lost most of his family property, leaving only one of the oldest cargo ships and half a lifetime of sailing experience.

Then the Duchy of Cecil was established, the rivers were cleared again, commerce flourished, new things were introduced, new mechanical ships began to replace old ones, and the disheartened captain was moved by the generous compensation and many promising benefits, and he had a new ship, which was still the name of his first ship of the year, the Nabil, which was very common among captains.

Then, when a new war came, the government began to recruit ships from the people, and at the same time recruited experienced captains, and they promised lucrative terms, so Nabil was once again moved—and perhaps partly because of "the sense of honor of Cecil's citizens", he responded to the recruitment, and went to the front with men and ships.

The world seemed to be so fast all of a sudden, so fast that Nabil didn't even have time to think about when it became like this, and perhaps most ordinary people were living like this, living in a world they didn't fully understand, hurrying forward, occasionally looking back, every step of the way was so surprising.

Nabil took a deep breath of the fresh air of the Gorgon River, and he saw a group of soldiers walking across the deck, inspecting the tarpaulins on the chariots, the iron hooks and cables that held them in place, the soldiers were straight at the waists, walking as if they were carrying the wind, heroic and confident, all of them were good guys.

They have parents and family, relatives and friends, and perhaps their lovers and children, and they leave their hometown in bright armor, and when they leave, they may have hugged their families and kissed their lovers goodbye, and they still carry small tokens or letters that they have not had time to send, and there are iron tablets with their names and numbers printed with them. They've been through many battles and are lucky enough to survive to this day – some of them may fall to the next battlefield, and others will return home with glory (and possibly injuries, illnesses and disabilities......

Years later, those who are still alive may begin to tell their children about the battlefields they have experienced in their lives, perhaps this time, and perhaps even the armoured cargo ship that carried them, including a sentimental and adventurous captain......

Nabil turned his head and looked at the misty river in the distance, where the majestic and solemn shadow of the Pioneer was riding the wind and waves ahead, and Cecil's flag could be faintly seen fluttering in the wind.

On the upper deck of the Pioneer, Victoria stood under a hunting flag, and after standing for a long time, she withdrew her gaze to the north, then turned back to the bridge, back to the "heart" of this amazing war beast, where Gawain was standing in front of an unfolded map, discussing with Byron the most likely points of attack on the northern part of the Gregon River and the situation facing the royal capital of Saint-Sunil.

"We'll pass through the Stone Estuary in two hours," Gawain looked up at Victoria, who had come to the map, "and that was the first estuary to slow down, and the first stop to completely break away from the main forces on the ground." The griffon scouts have taken off, and I'm waiting for them to hear back. ”

"It's going to be a risky move, but to be honest, I'm quite adventurous," Byron squeezed his eyes, "and I can brag to my daughter for a dozen days when I go back." ”

"I told Bardwin that St. Sunil needs to be defended for at least seven more days," Victoria looked at the map that covered the entire table, and her finger brushed over the edge of the royal capital, "St. Sunil has two 'forts' in the east and west, and as long as these two forts attached to the outside of the city walls are not broken within these seven days, they will be able to wait for support." ”

Gawain closed his eyes slightly, and the bird's-eye view from the satellite perspective quickly moved and zoomed in his mind, and the royal capital, Saint Sunil, appeared in the center of his vision.

The large, ancient city still stood on the plain, and it was shrouded in a layer of magical shields, the shimmer of the shield rising and shrinking slightly due to the flow of magic, making the entire king seem to be a slowly beating heart, and outside the walls of this "heart" to the southwest and southeast, the two strong fortresses flashed continuously.

Beyond the city, a twisting and wriggling "tide" slowly engulfed the defenses of Saint-Sunil, but was again and again held back by the flashes of light that the two fortresses were constantly pouring from the two fortresses—flaming stone bullets, enchanted crossbow arrows, and magical missiles unleashed by the Battle Mage Tower.

Saint-Sunil, built over hundreds of years, is facing its toughest test since its founding.

……

A frightened bird swept across the gloomy sky of Saint-Sunil, and a piece of fallen tail feathers fluttered into the courtyard of the Silver Castle, where Wales, dressed in fine clothes and carrying a royal sword at his waist, stopped on the path, reached out and caught the falling tail feathers, and then let go lightly with a blank face.

Behind him, Cohen Loren, the deputy head of the heavily armed Royal Knights, stopped, and the armor of several knights who had stopped together made a metallic crash.

Cohen Loren asked in a low voice, "Your Highness?" ”

"Even the birds are starting to flee the city," said Welsh Moen softly, "and this should have been the season for the white-tailed finch's nest." ”

Cohen Loren lowered his head: "But people are not birds. ”

Wales nodded slightly: "Go ahead." ”

"Yes." Cohen Loren straightened up, tapped his left chest, then turned and led the knights away quickly.

Wales turned his head slowly after the deputy head of the regiment had left, looking into the shadows not far away.

Bodwin Franklin slowly walked out of there: "Your Highness, your perception is sharper than I thought. ”

"Duke of Franklin," Welsh looked at the Duke Regent in front of him, "what are you doing here?" ”

"The meeting of the Golden Oak Hall has begun, and the nobles are waiting for you to appear."

Wales was silent for two seconds and nodded slightly: "Seven days, huh?" ”

"Yes, seven days."

Wales did not speak again, he stepped past the Duke of Bardwin, and stepped forward.

But Brooklyn's voice came from behind him: "Your Highness, is your goal clear?" ”

"Definitely," said Wales, pausing slightly, "I'm going to strengthen the walls." ”

In the Golden Oak Hall, the noisy discussion is intensifying, the nobles of the royal capital, the representatives of the knight families, and the principals in charge of the power are arguing in this supposed solemn hall - everyone is expressing their opinions, everyone is trying to control the situation, the discussion is gradually turning into an argument, and the argument is gradually approaching a quarrel, in the face of life and death, in the case of the collapse of the power core of the kingdom, the collapse of military power, and the complete collapse of the external command function of the royal capital, The last of the city's men in power seem to have finally reached their limits.

There are more and more monsters outside the city, the situation has become hopeless, and the trapped king seems to have lost its meaning, in the face of this situation, the voice of many righteous Ling Ran is extremely weak, and only the plan of practical self-protection has the upper hand.

But suddenly, the squire's slightly shrill pitch broke the quarrel in the Golden Oak Hall, and the heavy gold-clad oak door was pushed open from the outside, and with a loud clang, the door opened, and Welsh Moen appeared before everyone's eyes.

The crown prince was late, almost an hour late.

But even the unappreciated Crown Prince would not jump out at such a time to question his tardiness, and Welsh Moen only quietly looked around the hall for a moment, and then took a step, unhurriedly to the tall chair at the end of the hall.

The atmosphere seemed to be a little weird, everyone in the Golden Oak Hall subconsciously quieted down, many nobles you look at me, I look at you, they all feel that today's Prince of Wales seems to be a little different from usual, while others quietly left their seats and came to the prince quietly.

Wales stopped halfway through, standing in the middle of the hall, and in the whispers that gradually sounded around him, his gaze swept over several people, and he spoke: "We will defend this city with all our might, who is against it?" ”

The surrounding nobles suddenly clamored, and someone shouted: "Your Highness! If you are trapped, there is only one dead end! ”

"We've got support," Welsh looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and when he spoke, the surroundings fell silent again, "Reinforcements are on the way, arriving in seven days, they are the Cecil Regiment of the South, and Archduchess Victoria is among them. ”

This time, the clamor of the surrounding nobles was even more than before, and countless people were shocked by this incredible news, some with surprise on their faces, some with stunned eyes, but even more people accidentally shouted: "This ...... Is this possible?! Your Highness, is this news true? ”

Wales looked again in the direction from which the voice had come.

The heart of man was just as he expected.

It's not just that Saint Sunil will be turned into a piece of iron in this sinking, decaying, and disintegrating city, where the royal family has long lost its majesty, and today even the Duke Regent can hardly subdue all the noble families, and what anyone says will not be believed by everyone, even if the person who speaks has Moen blood - on the contrary, some people will think that this news was deliberately spread by him, in order to make others desperately defend the city and buy enough time, so that the royal family could transfer their greatest possessions.

Even if the news came out of Berdwin Franklin.

Because if somebody were in the same position, they would do it 100 percent.

Wales just quietly looked at the nobleman who shouted loudly, and said slowly: "Hold this city with all your strength and wait for reinforcements in seven days, this is the order." ”

"Your Highness, you are not a king yet, you can't give this kind of order directly!" The royal nobles who were watched by Wales exclaimed, "At least you have to wait......"

"Earl Lucre," Welsh interrupted, "where are your family, your mistresses, your jewels, and the knights who were supposed to be on the walls?" ”

Count Lucre's eyes widened, and he seemed to finally feel a trace of pressure and shock from this "nominal crown prince" who lacked majesty and presence: "I...... I ......"

Wales said calmly: "Count Lucre, you should not have sent them out of the city, this is treason. ”

Count Lucre opened his mouth, as if he wanted to utter a few words of defense, but he only had time to squeeze a few meaningless syllables out of his throat - a royal sword decorated with gold patterns had pierced his throat at some point, precisely, silently, and instantly deadly.

Wales turned sideways slightly, watching the royal nobleman fall to the ground like a broken sack, a jet of blood splattered on his cheek, and the surface of the long sword hanging beside him was already soaked in a blinding layer of blood.

There was an instant silence around them, only an unbearable dead silence and a pair of eyes with a hint of shock and horror intertwined in the air, and almost half of the people did not react to what was happening, because this fact was really beyond their imagination: in this golden oak hall, in the most sacred and solemn place of the Ansu Kingdom, Welsh Moen actually executed an earl with his own hands in front of dozens of royal nobles?!

The other half of the hall watched all this quietly.

Wales shook off the blood stained on his sword and walked to the seat at the end of the hall, and only then did the shocked nobles seem to suddenly react, they all exclaimed and agitated, but the sound of heavy iron boots stomping on the ground suddenly sounded, interrupting every voice that wanted to question—

A large number of heavily armed knights rushed into the Golden Oak Hall, quickly taking control of all the entrances and exits of the hall and surrounding the conference table in the center of the hall.

"According to the military system, I have taken over the position of head of the Royal Knights.

"The Royal Knights swear allegiance to His Majesty Welsh Morn!"

His Majesty Welsh Moen?!

A pair of stunned eyes looked at the unexpected change in the situation in front of them, they watched the "vice" captain of the Knights, who was already known for his extraordinary knightly and mage powers, strode into the hall, watching him step over the corpse of Count Lucre with a blank face, as if he was finally beginning to understand what was going to happen here today, and at this moment Welsh Morn had come to the chair in the deepest part of the hall, the crown prince who had been away from Silver Fort for twenty years turned around and slowly sat down in his place, The gaze swept over everyone.

Count Lucre's blood stained his face, a face that had been despised by everyone for twenty years looked terrifying at this moment.

"From this day onwards, I am crowned King of Ansu."

Hearing the flat voice of Welsh Moen, whispers rang out in the hall, people looked at each other in disbelief, some were still doubting the truth of all this, while others subconsciously questioned: who will perform this coronation?

At this moment, a nobleman located near the entrance of the hall exclaimed in a low voice: "The Grand Duke of Franklin is here!" ”

The necks were craned, and eyes were fixed on Pedwin Franklin, the Duke Regent who had been absent from the entire meeting, and an indescribable silence enveloped everyone as they saw what he was holding.

Bodwin Franklin holds the king's golden crown in his hand.

The Duke of the Westside stood in the doorway for a moment, and then he stepped forward and walked to the throne at the end of the hall.

Someone only reacted at this time:

This is the Golden Oak Room, not only where the highest nobles meet, but also where kings are crowned;

The Welsh Moen's magnificent dress was actually the king's coronation dress;

The ornamental sword, which executed Count Lucre, was the ceremonial sword of the king's coronation.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes full of complex emotions such as nervousness, fear, anticipation, and consternation, Patrick Franklin crossed the last distance, and he came to Welsh Moen, the golden crown in his hand slightly raised in the air.

But his movements were still here, and did not continue, without putting the golden crown on the head of the new king.

Wales himself reached out and took the heavy crown and slowly placed it on top of his head.

In the hall, every royal nobleman knew what it meant.

From this day forward, there will be no more Duke Regents in Ansu.

Wearing the new crown that had been prepared for Edmund, Welsh Moen watched everything in the hall silently, and after a few seconds he stood up and slowly raised the blood-stained sword of the king:

"Defend Saint-Sunil!

"This is the king's order!!"