The stars were still shining, but on the horizon, the sea and the morning were embraced in the first rays of blue light.

The sky was higher than before, and at some point, the brilliant morning glow stained half of the sky red. The sun had risen, and many brave soldiers had seen the dawn! But how many would have been able to see the sunset in the west? and how many of the enemies had already prayed for the night?

As soon as the war began, hell opened. Death took away the souls of the soldiers, leaving only their shells.

The recruits on the ramparts were carrying away the corpses of their companions, but their faces looked a little pale, perhaps out of fear. At the same time, the long walls were filled with the weeping of women in grief. They are grieving for the death of their husbands and children. But there was hatred in their hearts, and they hated the murderer of their husband, and they hated the mastermind who started the war.

All mothers hate war because it takes not only the land on which they depend, but also their fathers, brothers, husbands and children.

The scars and claws of war have never been absent in the course of thousands of years of human development? But there are always people who keep waging wars. Correspondingly, there must be people who will not stop the war by means of non-stop resistance.

If you want to blame it, blame your own fate. The fate of mankind. In nature, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and human beings have just taken this behavior to the extreme.

Exhausted, Paul and Jason were sleeping with their backs against the wall, their armor stained with blood, and the obvious sword marks were visible on the silver armor. Without the protection of this thick armor, perhaps they don't know how many wounds they would have left on their bodies.

Sir Witton was inspecting the deployment on the walls at the moment. But his face was full of sorrow and self-reproach. In fact, he could have captured Richie last night, or rather killed him by the sword. But he didn't. Even though they were opposing each other on the battlefield, Sir Witton still couldn't do it. Because that's his own brother.

Sheriff Davon Pick was directing the soldiers to carry the stones under the walls, and he planned to seal the gates with them. As long as the city gates were not breached, it would not be difficult to hold the city walls with the help of thousands of soldiers of the garrison regiment. Although most of the entire garrison regiment were recruits, as long as they were properly commanded, they could still play to their advantage by relying on strong walls.

Roy and Glia had been staying in the Earl's Castle, and they knew very little about the battle on the eastern wall. Brant didn't want them to be involved in the fight, Roy was his friend, not his subordinate. He also doesn't want to rely too much on the other party, he wants to rely on his own strength to win. And Grea though she is an excellent assassin. But she was always a woman. War was a fight between men, and Sir Maureen told him that women should not be on the battlefield.

Brandt stood on the rampart and watched the ships drifting on the sea, the whistling breeze blowing his black hair. He kept thinking in his mind that if the battle continued, the walls would most likely be breached by Roger's soldiers. Even if it is you who wins by luck in the end, it can only be a miserable victory.

From the bottom of his heart, he hated war, hated those who fought for gold and power. And the greedy who wage war. But at the same time, he told himself that if he wanted to stop the war, he needed to have the ability to knock the sword off his head, instead of praying that it was not himself when it fell.

"Brandt. ”

Brant was pulled back from his thoughts by a delicate, soft voice. He turned to look, "Angela, why are you here?"

"I'm coming to see you!" Angina was pale and emaciated. He looked exhausted, like he hadn't rested for days and nights. But her joy was palpable.

A smile tugged at the corner of Brandt's mouth. "Is Sean Knight with you?" has lost news of Sean Knight since he asked Sean Knight to escort Angela back to Crag Rock. He had been worried about if something had gone wrong on the road. Or maybe they're back in Boulder.

"Brant," her lips quivered, "actually... I've come here to have something to say to you. ”

She escaped from her father's castle and hurried overnight to the rocky harbor, thousands of miles away, and these days she had done many things that she had never dared to imagine. In the castle she magically wounded the guards who guarded her, and on the way she encountered a group of robbers, who she nearly humiliated, and finally she was forced to kill them.

In the woods near Raven Grove, she is chased by a flock of ferocious and terrifying birds. If it weren't for her casting wind magic on herself, I'm afraid she would have been devoured by this group of carnivorous beasts.

The horror bird does not have upper limbs, so the strong lower limbs will have a lot of work to do. The terror-bird has a hard, muscular leg that is capable of completely shattering the bones of medium-sized prey.

With a body of 3 meters and a weight of 200 kilograms, the Terror Bird is a flightless bird, and this family of giant birds is known as the Terror Bird. They are carnivorous by nature, can swallow a dog in one bite, and have amazing running speed. When it feasts on the carcass of its prey, it crushes the bones of the prey with its strong legs, sucking the marrow from the broken bones.

The body of the terror bird is very similar to that of the ostrich, but the terror bird is a carnivore with strong legs and heavy, powerful claws that can kill its prey. In this lush forest, there are no stronger predators to compete with the horror birds, and at the same time, the horror birds have no natural predators, and the speed of the horror birds is quite fast, and the horror birds can run up to more than ten leagues per hour, almost faster than the cheetah.

These days, Angela has tasted a pain that she has never suffered before, and this qiē is all to meet the boy in front of her who makes her heart flutter.

"What do you want to say?" Brandt whispered back to her.

"Knight Sean, they were imprisoned in the castle dungeon by my father's guards. Her voice was very soft, but it was loud enough for Brandt to hear. Angela didn't want those words to be heard by anyone else, because it was about her father's reputation.

Brant was stunned, his mouth open, speechless for a long time, and after a long while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true?" ”

"What I said is true. Angela's voice was distinctly crying. She didn't want it to be true, and she didn't want to believe it, but she saw it with her own eyes. She knows very well, why is this happening?

Brandt's face had an expression of disbelief, "Knight-Sean did something wrong to provoke you...", he changed his words, "... Lord Wickney?"

Angela shook her head slowly, "No, he didn't do anything. Her voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Why is that?" said Brandt anxiously in a whispered voice, "Why did Lord Wickney do this?"

Angela couldn't help but tremble at the thought of it, her face was still pale, and there was fear in the depths of her eyes. After a moment of silence, she finally whispered with tears in her voice, "My father and his cronies are plotting a rebellion against the Islamic family, and they plan to join forces with the Targaryens to attack Salt Town. ”

Brant's complexion turned gray in an instant. He stood there motionless, only to feel a cold sweat running down his spine. He couldn't believe his ears, like a thunderbolt on the head, and as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body was numb.

It was a long time before Brant came to his senses from his fright, and he asked, puzzled, "How did you know about this?" He didn't believe that Lord Wickney would tell her daughter about such an important matter.

Angela explains, "One time I was passing by my father's study and overheard it outside the door. ”

"Have you ever gone to Salt Town to tell Baron Kane about this?" If Lord Wickney really colluded with the Targaryens, then Salt Town would fall in an instant, and even the impregnable Boulder City would be in danger. Grandfather, teacher, Bachelor Ealing, and ...... Gavin. Brant didn't dare to think any further.

"I, I'm ......," Angela replied hoarsely, "Brandt, he's my father." ”

Brant took a deep breath to calm down. "Then why are you telling me about this?" Rock City is far away from Rock Harbor, and it is impossible to make it without ten days and a half of travel. Brant didn't understand why Angela had come to Rocky Harbor to tell her about it.

"I... I don't want you to get hurt. At this moment, her heart was beating hard, and her pale cheeks suddenly became a little red.

Brant whispered, "Thank you, Angela. ”

"Brandt, what do you think now?"

"Do you know when your father has decided to send troops?" thought to himself, hoping that Lord Wickney hadn't led his soldiers to appear under the gates of Salt Town, otherwise it would be irretrievable.

"My father hasn't made up his mind yet, and I know he's still hesitating. "Brant, he may be a little selfish, but he's not the kind of person you think." My father was only worried that the Islamic family would not be able to resist the alliance of the Targaryens and the Mellister family, and he did so to protect his own territory and subjects. ”

Brandt was lost in thought, half-speechless. He wanted to go to Salt Town and tell Baron Kane about it, but he felt that even if Baron Kane knew about Lord Vicney's plan, at most he could be prepared in advance. If the Vickeni family and the Targaryen family were to fight inside and out, the soldiers defending the city in Salt Town would not be able to withstand it for three days.

"Angela, can you do me a favor?"

"As long as I can do it, I will promise you. ”

Brant took two steps forward, leaned in front of the other person's ear, and whispered his plan to her. (To be continued......)