Nekov was a fortified fortress, and the capital of the dukedom was built exactly to the standards of a fortress compared to the city structure of Anjitan, and the reason for this was that it was constantly exposed to pirates from the west. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the pirates were at their worst, this fortress stood on the westernmost side of the continent without any wavering.

But now this impregnable fortress is history.

The solid rock walls were now flowing like liquid lava, and the impermeable walls were now piles of flowing liquid, and no one would have believed that the city's defenses would have been hit so horribly if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

The reason for this situation is the two-masted sail warship floating in the sky, which is the strongest warship in the world that once dominated the entire Zephyr Sea, and it is difficult to count the fleet destroyed in the hands of the other party, including pirate ships, the expeditionary force of the White Orcs, and the fleet of the Empire.

This is the Jackdaw, the necromancer Edward's car.

Capable of diving for anything from heaven to earth, this vehicle has been converted by Edward into a powerful magic weapon, a moving turret, and a fearsome destroyer.

The destruction of the walls did not seem to have destroyed the resistance of the defenders, and a large number of troops held out in the streets, engaged in a desperate struggle with the invading enemy, and dealt a heavy blow to the invading enemy in a wounded-for-wounded counterattack.

Compared with the ordinary defenders, the clergy in the city are the most extreme, knowing that there is no way out, they choose various ways of suicide attacks, each successful clergy will give the other party very terrible casualties, and the dense pirate and undead coalition will be blown out of a vacuum by the clergy.

The sun rose until dusk, and the battle finally came to an end, and the defenders were finally unable to face the enemy's attack.

Everything that was familiar had now become unrecognizable, and Mary felt great pain as she walked in this familiar place, where there were a large number of corpses of defenders and civilians who had participated in the war, and many civilians who had committed suicide in addition to these.

As a necromancer who has not been in the job for a long time, Mary does not feel the slightest bit of joy at the amount of experimental materials, after all, many of these people are familiar to her, although many of them are only related to each other.

This is where you grew up, and at the same time, this is where you destroy it with your own hands.

The excessive destruction of the city's defenses was a warning to Mary's people to surrender so that she could control the place peacefully, but it backfired, and the soldiers and citizens alike chose to resist.

The sight before me is gradually becoming familiar and at the same time becoming strange, this is almost to the inner castle of the Duke of Nekov, the few defenders are now huddled in the castle for the last resistance, the strong walls used to be a nightmare for pirates, but today the strong walls are no different from a thin piece of paper.

Mary waved her hand, motioning for the pirate behind her to step back.

Although I don't know what the other party is thinking now, but because of the pressure of the other party and the threat of the undead soldiers around them, the unruly pirates of the past have retreated.

Only a few of the leaders who knew the truth knew what this king wanted to do with the power of force and the rule of terror.

The rising drawbridge slowly fell, the huge hanging door slowly rose, and the castle gradually lifted its guard to make many pirates extremely excited, but no one dared to step forward to seize this great opportunity under Mary's cold gaze.

The suspension bridge was made of heavy logs, and when it hit the ground, it raised a thick cloud of smoke and a dull crashing sound.

Stepping on this suspension bridge again, I have mixed feelings.

For the first time, almost twenty years ago, Mary stepped onto this drawbridge as a young prisoner of war and walked through the thick and tall gates.

The last time, almost twenty years later, Mary stepped on this drawbridge as a victorious conqueror and passed through the thick and tall gates.

Extraordinary? No, it's sadness and regret!

Mary had regretted more than once that she had embarked on such a path, and every time she saw someone she didn't know, someone who had nothing to do with this thing dying because of herself, she felt extremely remorseful.

Today, the guilt of facing the person you love the most is even stronger.

Returning to her home for more than twenty years, Mary felt very strange, the soldiers around her and guarded all pointed their weapons at her, among these soldiers, Mary could still see many people she knew, but these people have now become extremely strange, and the angry and murderous eyes have replaced the friendliness and harmony of the past.

The vicissitudes of life cannot be compared with the present, and the changes in feelings over the years are now more shocking than the evolution of nature...... And heartache.

Walking alone in the castle that was too familiar to be known, Mary soon reached where she wanted to be.

The hall of the castle, Mary remembers to be a lively place, where there are memories of her past and play, as well as the noisy displeasure of the visiting nobles, and the noise of her adoptive father, the Duke of Ventring, receiving visiting subjects.

But these are memories, and now there is only an old man sitting in a chair and a corpse by the fireplace.

It was the corpse of a man in his twenties, his brown hair curly arranged neatly on either side of his head, his eyes closed as if he was not satisfied with his death, his body covered in heavy chain mail, his hands folded on his chest, and a long sword between his hands and his chest.

A soldier who died in battle, Mary was familiar with him, because this was her "brother" Lonal DeRohan, who had grown up with her.

The old man who had been staring at the corpse was Mary's adoptive father, Phenterlyn Derohan, Duke of Nekov.

"Your brother didn't die by the enemy's sword on the battlefield as he imagined. The old man's deep voice indicated that the old man was nearing the brink of his life, and it seemed that he might return to the gods at any time. ”

"Once you were brought here by me as a prisoner of war......" The wrinkled old face seemed to recall the past, and the aging face still carried the intoxication of the past.

Mary listened quietly to what her adoptive father was saying, originally Mary still thought that she would be questioned and angrily reprimanded by the other party, and the justification that she had thought of on the road was now useless.

“...... Now you have come to me as a conqueror. Fenterin unhurriedly recounted the past, as if reminiscing, as if drowning in the memories of the past, trying to draw a line with the cruel reality of the present.

"I ......" used to be a strong and cheerful old man, but now the other party has become so old and frail, Mary has an inescapable responsibility, and wants to say something, but she doesn't know how to say the words to her mouth.

"Mary, if you have anything to say now, say it. Phenterin was encouraging the other to say what he wanted to say, as if the dying old man didn't mind what he was thinking.

"Anne ......" If she was faced with the other party's rebuke and reprimand, Mary might pour out her own full draft, but now the other party's tenderness made her very uncomfortable.

"Where is Anne now?" Although he didn't make eye contact with his adoptive father, he felt the pressure exerted on him by the other party, "Is Anne doing well now?"

"I don't know. Regretful, but reassuring, Fentering seemed to be a very satisfying answer, "Annie is with Bernie now, I think they should be happy, right?" at least ...... than here."

The old man's words were like water dripping into the oil pot, turning the whole oil pot into irritability.

"Anne told me that they were both friends! She didn't love Bernie, she just liked Bernie as a friend!" "Mary, who had always been on her own, was now extremely excited, waving her arms and her red face showing how she was feeling now, "Besides, Bernie has someone he likes!"

There was a brief silence, and only the sound of hunting fire coming from the furnace was the only sound here.

Ventlin didn't respond, just sat alone in his place, looking at his son, as if thinking about how to answer, but in a quiet daze.

"You can't do this to the ...... of the two of them," Mary could now feel the tears in her eyes, and she seemed to be trying her best to suppress her emotions so as not to collapse here.

"I don't like my wife either......" The hoarse voice, now Fenterling also seems to be infected by Mary's agitation, and the emotions are starting to heat up "My wife and I haven't met at the time, unlike Anne and Bernie, who have known each other since childhood, and have a good relationship......"

The wizened fingers that had been resting on the armrests were now lifted into the air, and the slightly trembling fingers seemed to tell the story of the master's current excitement.

"I know your relationship with Anne, but have you ever thought about Anne's future?" The emotions began to heat up, and Ventrin's old body didn't know if it could handle such an emotional load.

"When I saw you and Anne together, I didn't care, and I didn't want to disturb the outrageous relationship between you, and I think you'll be able to understand when you grow up...... Ahem...... "The weak body seemed to be unable to bear such stimulation, and the words that were about to be spoken finally became a cough.

Mary stepped forward to take care of the other party's emotions, but was pushed away by the other party.