Five days later, at night in the city of Belga, the not-so-bustling seaside city was again in its quiet night after night, and even the busiest port in the city was quiet, except for the lighthouse built on the corner of the open sea. The guards at the lighthouse were already asleep with thin blankets, the ground littered with crumbs of melon seeds and overturned beer glasses.

Berga has always been a peaceful seaside city, although there are pirates entrenched in the western sea, but since the officials and pirates reached some kind of agreement, the bandits of the sea no longer land and invade, but only plunder the passing merchant ships at sea, and only occasionally a small stream of bandits will jump ashore.

The moonlight in the first half of the night was obscured by the clouds, and in the second half of the night, the sea wind blew and it rained. The rain on the seashore was always stronger, and the crackling of the horns fell in the city, and the distant sound could no longer be heard, and even the usually clear sound of the waves became faint.

At this time, the lighthouse is like a lone lamp hanging overseas, flickering in the wind and rain.

Suddenly, in the darkness of the night, on the surging waves, a little light appeared in this undesirable situation, and this point of light was so bright that even from a long distance, I knew that the light was piercing. After a little light, more points of light appeared on the sea, looking from afar, like stars flickering in the wind and rain, and like an eye that blinking in the dark, it made people panic.

The lighthouse guards should have sent warning lights to the shore at this time, but in the room inside the tower, the tower guards were already asleep from drunkenness, and they didn't even know that there was another person at the door. The man standing in the doorway straightened his officer's uniform and winked at a man who had come with him behind him. He began to use the lighthouse to guide the approaching light into the harbor in the distance.

On the other side of the harbor, the soldiers guarding the coastal artillery were also slack, there had been no large-scale pirate invasion for many years, not only did they lose military discipline, but even their strength shrank on a large scale, and during the day they would even dry their clothes on the war guns, sit on them, play cards, and play card games, let alone in the middle of the night. But even so. There were still three people who came here quietly. Check the situation. The three uniformed commanders, of course, did not come to check whether the soldiers were lazy, but to make sure that no one was on duty that night.

Looking at the darkness of the barracks, the guards guarding the gate were also lazy to sleep. The three of them didn't even have to borrow this military uniform for cover. You can come and go as you please. Such a situation. Let them look at each other and smile.

The light in the distance was getting closer, and it was a huge warship sailing above the sea. At the forefront, on a huge ship, stood a towering man.

"War is the general's paradise, victory is the only glory, the previous humiliation and defeat have left a stain on your life, and this stain can only be cleaned by yourself......"

Before leaving, the words echoed in the ears of this towering soldier, thinking about the past deeds, his military exploits, and his glory, all buried in the corrupt and dark power struggle.

"Do you sink? Do you give up? Do you have to fall into the sea from now on? If you were really defeated, you would not be so depressed as you are today. That's a fault that doesn't belong to you, it's a failure that you shouldn't bear. Do you want to fight again? Your loyalty should not be left in a fallen dynasty, let alone rotted by such depravity. The once undefeated general was defeated, but the one who defeated you died at the hands of someone else. Are you willing to endure such an outcome?Or take your courage and get up from this sinking abyss......" The soldier standing on the deck of the ship closed his eyes and pondered, when he first arrived on the island, every conversation between that man and him touched the corner of his heart that he least wanted to be touched.

"I'm not defeated, I'm not going to be defeated! I'm not going to ......"

"You don't accept it, but you hesitate. No matter what kind of failure it is, it still casts a shadow over your heart. You're afraid you're not strong enough, because you don't have the same force as Philip Ruhl. On this continent, if you want to become a famous general, it is not enough to have tactics and resourcefulness, but also to have the right force. True, there are things that can be acquired overnight, but the strength of a warrior is accumulated only by experience and constant war. So you're in luck here......"

The waves are churning, no matter how big the ship is, it will also be bumpy with the ups and downs, Fried, who was standing at the bow of the boat, opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed like a sharp light like a falcon: "Yiqiē, the pain of more than a year has given me what I need, and now there is only one battlefield left that is about to belong to me!"

......

Nine months ago, the island of genesis.

"What is he doing?"

"Drinking, drinking all day, day or night. ”

This is a hall, an empty underground hall, it is better to say that it is a hall than a huge cave hidden in the belly of the mountain, there are not many traces of repair in the cave, the primitive and rough hollow is the core of the entire Genesis Island. At this moment, the two people who were talking were at the edge of the hall on the belly of the mountain, and the faces of the two people were faintly reflected in the huge torches inserted in the rock wall of the cave.

The questioner was William Fidnell, who went on to ask, "Does he not do anything but drink?"

"Yes, he also does one thing, and that is to steam alcohol and go crazy with alcohol. So far, six taverns have been smashed by him. He spoke seriously, with no superfluous expressions on his face, nor any superfluous body movements, just doing his simplest reporting work.

Fidinel lowered his eyes: "He is unwilling, but he is a little self-defeating." ”

"Yes, that's what he did. Such a person cannot go to the battlefield, let alone command a corps. ”

"You should have heard of him in the past, he was known as an undefeated general in St. Vicia. ”

The person who reported the report: "That was him in the past, and he will be crushed if he is light now." He cares too much about winning and losing, and people who care too much about these are always very vulnerable. ”

"You think so?"

"Yes. ”

Fidnell smiled, a slight smile.

"Don't you think so?" the reporter finally showed a subtle expression, which was a look of suspicion. He shouldn't have doubted it, because Fidnell had always seen people accurately, but he also believed his own opinions.

"Fried will never be a fragile person. ”

"You know? Can you be so sure?"

"I know, and I'm sure. ”

"But you only glanced at him from afar, not even a formal meeting. The person who reported was still skeptical.

"You don't have to see a person to know about him," Fidiner said. Don't forget that he is a warrior, whether it is his former position or the martial arts he has learned, he is a true warrior. And a fragile warrior is unlikely to sit in his current position. ”

"Can you judge on that alone? You know, there are exceptions to a lot of things. ”

"But he won't be such an exception. "His current abandonment and drunkenness is not because he can't afford to fail, but because he can't accept the reasons for his failure." ”

"You mean the power struggle in Santa Vickya?"

Fidnell nodded: "It is a country that he once swore allegiance to, and he once paid more than 30 years of hard work and sweat to defend that land, but in the end, it was not a country that was united and united, but a corruption that constantly doubted and struck for his own selfish desires and power. Such an environment made him angry, chilled him, and disappointed him. ”

"The hard work that I once put in turned out to be like this. This is an unacceptable result. But such a person, would he accept the invitation of the Holy Emperor? I heard from the person who sent him that he was still very concerned about the situation on the other side of the Holy Bikea. ”

Fednell said, "When people are most helpless, they are the easiest to change their minds." What's more, it was a place that made him disheartened, and although he never stopped caring about Santa Vickéa, every time the news came back, it made him drink even more. The bloody purges of Radhat, the eventual rise to power of Zalberg, and the struggle between power and desire played out before his eyes, even if he still loves that country, it doesn't mean that he is unwilling to help us. What's more, with the ability of the Holy Emperor, I believe that he will be able to surrender soon. ”

The person who reported sighed: "According to what you say, then the position of my vanguard generalissimo seems to be out of play." ”

Fidnel said, "Since the Holy Emperor is interested in him, he will naturally have other arrangements for you. ”

"Hopefully it won't be too boring. After sighing, the reporter regained his expressionless appearance.

"By the way, how about those two people?"

"You said that the Ice Monk Zakya and Rachel are having a better time than Fried, and in general they are in a good mood since they came to the island, and I have proposed to them to do training for them to improve their strength, and they have readily agreed. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

The person who reported said: "To improve their strength, Rachel's conditions are relatively good. His own magic power is very strong, and he is still a fire-type magician, as long as he uses the Blood Flame Flower obtained from the undersea volcano, he can directly strengthen his elemental ability and help him complete the demonization as soon as possible. As for Zechar, his situation is a little more complicated, and I have already asked people to start arranging training suitable for him, and with the resources we have here, I believe it will not be a difficult thing. It's just that if Fried is really to be the vanguard generalissimo in the future, his strength is indeed too insufficient, and those people on the island may not be able to obey him. ”

Fidnel said, "Let the Holy Emperor arrange this." In a few days, the Holy Emperor will return, and the Holy Emperor will see him in person at that time. ”

...... (To be continued......)