Autumn had arrived, and after six weeks of waiting, William had decided to set sail against the wind, and after months of careful planning, especially after the news that the English spies had returned to Normandy with the north wind to report that the army on the opposite side had been largely undefended, he knew that time was running out, so he sent all his forces from the safety of the harbor to the rough sea.

"Is it all ready for Lao Tzu?" asked William on his flagship to the adjutant who had come to report.

"Yes Duke, the horses and soldiers are ready, Normandy is proud of you, and we have assembled an army here that Charlemagne would be proud of. The adjutant was not a pat on the back of his lord, and the letter written in parchment in front of Duke William of the parchment of a contract of naval obligations for the nobles who had survived for generations to come alive recorded that William and his fourteen barons and his Duchess Matilda had contributed a total of 777 warships, plus other temporary ships, bringing the total number of ships under Duke William's command to more than 1,000, and the number of soldiers conscripted reached 14,000.

Although the soldiers complained about this, they could only obey the king's orders. One battleship after another set sail, the helmsmen were controlling the direction of the battleship with almost all their might. In the gray sky, the three-eyed shadow raven took in the scene on the sea.

After putting the last remodeled gem in his waist bag, Alan stood up and stretched, and from the eyes of the Shadow Three-Eyed Raven he knew that William's ambition was on the verge of shattering, and if it weren't for the fact that this was one of the tribulations before the conquest of England, Alan almost suspected that the bastard duke was cursed by the goddess of doom played by Rowener.

Knowing that the other party had already begun to act, Alan teleported himself to the south of England, but instead of the Isle of Wight, Dover was preparing to suffer a catastrophe under the raging wind, and Alan planned to use this to start the first stop of his soul harvesting journey.

On the White Cliffs of Dover, the symbol of England, Alan Harris looks out to sea, and beneath him is a three-mile-long white cliff. The highest point of the cliff reaches one hundred and ten meters and is composed of fine-grained limestone. Looking at Britain from the European continent, the most conspicuous thing is this beautiful white cliff.

And Alan was obviously not in the mood to watch this kind of beauty at this time, he frowned and looked at it for a moment, because Alan unexpectedly found that although the sailing speed was very slow against the wind, William's fleet was still sailing smoothly at this time, and he thought that William would pay a heavy price for his willfulness as recorded in history, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

With the progress of time and the approach of William's fleet, Alan finally understood the meaning of Ravenclaw's mouth to bear the sin, and his original plan was to use these Normans to die under the power of nature, and then go and pick up a bargain himself, but the current situation reminded Alan of a knowledge and spell he had learned on the Nether scrolls before, plus the enslavement gems he had made for himself using the Vikings, and finally made him realize that he himself was an actual participant in these periods of history.

Through the gaze of the shadowed three-eyed raven, Alan could look at the faces beneath the dense Norman nose helmet, and he recalled the era he belonged to, when the entire wizarding world was terrified by the horror of the mystery and his gangster gang like the Death Eaters, and even the number of people in that battle in the Department of Mysteries could not be compared to the number of living beings on the ship in front of him.

Bringing himself to the edge of the cliff, Alan opened his mouth to cast a spell, but just at the beginning he dissolved the magic that had just begun to accumulate, he pursed his lips and lowered his head to wipe the sweat with his hands, and saw a few light-blond-haired Normans through the raven to calm Allen, he took a deep breath, and then strengthened his faith.

No longer hesitating, Eren held his staff in one hand and let it stand on the edge of the cliff, and the other hand also stretched high into the sky, as the obscure but magical rune spell continued to come out of Alan's mouth, and the magic power visible to the naked eye surged around his body.

As the ritual magic of this long process was performed, dark clouds with crackling lightning gradually converged around Alan, and these dark clouds gathered and gradually became huge, rotating around Eren and the staff, forming a huge circular vortex in front of Alan, like a small typhoon eye, and began to slowly rise and stretch towards the sky of the English Channel.

This is a world weaving legendary spell invented by the wizards of Ancient Netherrell known as Marvin, although it is far less powerful than its name suggests, but it can temporarily change the weather in an area, and the Netherreans can even permanently change the climate of an area through hundreds of casts by multiple wizards, so as to make their land more suitable for cultivation and turn the enemy's fields into deserts.

Allen, who was in the middle of the vortex, continued to repeat the incantation, maintaining the spell and strengthening the storm that had accumulated thicker and wider in the sky.

The wind howled on the sea, and the raging waves broke into a whirlpool of waves, as if the calm ocean had been violently impacted, it was a real disaster, and William's lips on the ship kept moving, praying for God's blessing.

The soldiers did not have such good concentration, and they panicked all at once, and many shouted loudly: "The storm is coming, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking!"

The ships rolled on the crest of the waves, the storm stirred up a huge whirlpool on the sea, and about a third of the ships were overturned one by one and swept into the huge whirlpool, while the rest of the fleet fled east in panic.

Even if a soldier who is lucky enough to jump into the sea before the ship capsizes and sinks, even if he does not count the suction of the whirlpool, whether he can swim or not, he will only die in the storm when he falls into the water that is hitting the huge waves.

The soldiers who could swim were still struggling in the sea and whirlpools, their arms constantly waving and lapping against the water, their feet constantly kicking in the water, the bitter water constantly pouring into their throats, they were finally submerged in the water, and they were overwhelmed when they struggled to rise to the surface, they had realized that it was useless to struggle with all their might, and at most it was only a little time to die.

In the moment of losing consciousness, many soldiers saw the wizard covered in black air, wearing strange robes and holding a magic staff, floating high above the whirlpool. Although Alan seemed to exude a cold aura of death in the air, the soldiers who still held on to hope still stretched out their hands to the devil in front of them with infinite attachment to life.

It's just that Alan who was suspended in the air didn't see such a scene, he didn't look at the purgatory-like scene below from beginning to end, he just maintained his toughness and coldness, quietly listened to the wailing of the sea breeze, and when the owner of the voice died, he tried to use his staff to absorb the souls of these soldiers who died by the storm and avoid wasting them.

Until the last faint shout died away, and at last there was only a burst of fire from the cloud-covered sky that was brighter than lightning.

William, Duke of Normandy, lost many of his ships and men, and not only did he fail to cross the Channel, but he was forced to take refuge in the port of Saint-Valery, France, 140 miles to the east.

Frustrated, William settled the remaining ships and men and found himself in a low house. In frustration, he threw his helmet on the wooden table, and the dimly lit room was just as depressed and resentful he was feeling at this time.

"If I have offended you in the service of you, please give it to your servant that it is for you, and that you have fought in your name, but you have given it back to ......torment," William, who confessed to the idol, had to admit that things could have been more favorable to them, but in fact they were now on the verge of despair.

In this storm, William lost more than three hundred ships and thousands of his men. William, who had unloaded all his equipment, sighed, although they were indeed closer to England now, but the headwinds were still prevailing, and he was still on the other side of the English Channel.

Battered by the storm created by Allen, watching the stronger north wind make William's dream of inheriting the throne of England a nightmare, he prayed for a long time in the church every day, and from time to time looked at the wind vane on the church to see which direction the wind was,

Tears often slipped down the cheeks of William, who now maintained his goal with only the last bite of unyielding conviction – although in reality the disaster and delay had taken advantage of the Archduke of Normandy.

The fastest update (新八一Chinese网 (м.ō)m