Ansu Wangdu St. Sunil City, Silver Fort.

In the military hall, several kings of nobles and knights lords sit at the wide long table made of heavy oak gilts. The two current Dukes of Ansu and the famous Prince of Wales, Prince of Wales, sit on the long table. A high-level military conference is being held.

The brilliance of the magic crystal lamp illuminates the slightly dull hall. The metal shield hanging from the north wall of the hall reflects the light of the magic crystal lamp. It also blurs the shadows of the two Dukes of the Regency and Chu Jun. In the vague reflection, the bright red coat of the Prince of Wales is striking like a blood.

The man who had returned to the Crown Prince in the middle age quietly watched the nobles speak, negotiate, argue, and accidentally fluctuated in his eyes, but barely said a word, he was like a Sitting here, unrelated to the meeting, listening to things that should theoretically be determined by themselves.

A gray-haired old knight holds his hands on the table. His body is short, but he is strong and abnormal. Although he is not young, his eyes are still burning like a young man. He looked at it. The other knight lords and the royal aristocrats around him, said with a strong voice: "The battle to recapture Sorinburg has failed. You must face up to the fact that the number of rebels in the East is small, but it is us who are at a disadvantage."

“The good news is that we dragged the rebels into the hills around Sorink,” an aristocrat said. “We are leaning against the plains of the Holy Spirit. The land is wider and the number is more. It is good for us to fight for a long time.”

The old knight couldn't help but knocked on the table: "Don't be too optimistic, Count Bahrain, the premise of lasting combat is that we can really maintain this situation for a long time. The Loren family has long confronted the Tifeng people. Their soldiers are more tenacious and more resistant. We can withstand the pressure, and our army morale is declining every day. If we can't achieve any results, even if there are enough food and soldiers, the first thing we can't hold is us..."

The Victorian Duke, who was sitting at the top of the long table, suddenly interrupted the old knight’s words: "Cromwell, don't be excited."

Welsh Moore looked sideways at the regent's Duke, and then retracted his gaze. He looked at the Cromwell White Mountain across the table. He knew the old-fashioned knight lord, the special name of "White Mountain". It is not common in Ansu, but it is a typical dwarf surname. This is because the ancestor of Cromwell's White Mountain is indeed a dwarf: in the pioneering journey of 700 years ago, the aliens who fought side by side with humans did not Only elves, some dwarves have become builders of the human kingdom in the process of great development. Some of them finally chose to integrate into human society and even become a member of the Ansu nobles. The family of Cromwell White Mountain is This comes.

Perhaps influenced by the ancestry's bloodline, the knight's temperament character is too straightforward in many elegant and elegant aristocrats, but Welsh Moen knows that Cromwell is telling the truth, only... since The Victorian Duke has already spoken, and he does not have to speak again.

"Sorry, female grandfather, but we must admit the facts," Cromwell Baishan apologized, but his speech was still full of momentum. "The rebellion in the east is not as good as we think. We are not in the fire. Before they ended, they were driven out of the plains of the Holy Spirit. They had already taken root in Sorinburg and the harvest month had arrived. The rebels would feed them with the food we planted for half a year. The Grand Duke of Wilde, the Duke of Franklin, also With His Royal Highness, I am willing to take the Knights to help the Earl of Sorin to retake the fortress. We cannot let the rebels spend the harvest festival in the Holy Spirit Plain..."

"I never thought that the Eastern Rebels would be good," Victoria Verd said faintly. "But the Knights of the Kings can't move, Count Crowell, our rear is not safe."

The old knight squinted, and the other knight lords and martial arts aristocrats next to each other exchanged their eyes and whispered.

Sitting on the right hand side of Welsh Moen, the Duke of Berkman Franklin stood up at the moment: "For me, the news is that the meteorite fortress that just passed to St. Sunil has fallen."

The entire military hall was quietly quiet.

The words of the Duke of the West have been very clear. There is no ambiguity in the short sentence. However, perhaps the amount of information in this sentence is too alarming, or perhaps the news is too much beyond everyone’s expectations. Every nobleman did not react. Finally, the first opening of the Earl of Bahrain, sitting next to Cromwell, broke the silence: "Lord Duke, are you talking about the southern part of the plain of the Holy Spirit... the Rock Fortress?"

"Is there still a second rock fortress in Ansu?" Berdwin Franklin looked at the slightly fattened Earl of Bahrain.

A king aristocrat could not help but whisper in his horror: "There is so far from the east, and there is a mountain in the south of the plain of the Holy Spirit. How can the rebels put it there..."

Perhaps the rebellion in the east has already occupied the thoughts of the nobleman, or perhaps the idea that "the many rural lords in the south are not worth mentioning" is still in his mind. This gentleman still thought it was the Eastern Rebels. Invading the south through some means and attacking the meteorite fortress, there is no other sleeping monster on the vast and remote land in the south.

But other people have already reacted. Cromwell first read a message from the gloomy and serious expression of the two regents after a short mistake. He said incredulously: "Yes... Sethi Er?"

"Yes, it’s not the Rebels in the East, it’s the Cecil family," said Berdwin Franklin calmly. "The founding father of the High Court Cecil broke the Rock Fortress fifteen days ago on the 58th of the fire. Defence, occupied the fortress and seized all the soldiers and civilians in the fortress."

The beard of Cromwell's White Mountain shook, and he seemed to want to speak, but the Victorian Granddaughter followed the Franklin Duke: "I know what you want to ask but all the information has been interrupted. Cecil The army broke the fortress in a very short period of time. It was said that it took only a few days, then they blocked the entire fortress, and the fortress guards could not have any useful information.

"Only two lion cub messengers who had broken out of the dead sent the situation of the fortress to the kingdom. The information that can be grasped now is that the Duke of Govin Cecil made a lot of powerful and extraordinary armed forces in some unknown way. And in a short period of time established an army with an extremely strong combat power...

"The Knight Lord, who guards the fortress, is currently unclear. Before the fortress fell, the Maryland jazz led the last Knights out of the city, but the barrier of the fortress was destroyed by the magic of the Cecil.

"The Earl Pompeii also sent a magical message to confirm the news of the fall of the fortress."

When the Duke of Victoria finished the known information, Cromwell White Mountain finally found the opportunity to open. The knight lord with some dwarf bloodlines frowned: "Cecile...the Cecil family is not Also the same as the east..."

"At present, the Cecil army has not continued its move north. They closed the northern gate of the fortress after occupying the Rock Fortress. It seems to be fixed," said the Duke Franklindwin. "According to the news from Count Pompe, they even I ignored the granaries and manors outside the northern walls of the fortress and did not rob any undefended border village."

Occupy the fortress but did not rob the villages and manors around the fort. This is obviously a very abnormal situation. The aristocrats at the scene couldn’t help but whisper, and Cromwell Baishan couldn’t help but cough: Cough, they don’t go north now, it doesn’t mean they will never go north.”

"We are worried about this," said Berkman Franklin. "The Cecil family...their homeowner is Gao Wen Cecil."

The aristocrats on the scene were quiet again, they exchanged their eyes, and at the same time they finally remembered the urgent letters sent by the Maryland jazz who kept the fortress before the fall of the Rock Fortress.

More than forty families in the Southland joined forces to conquer Cecil, and were quickly swept away...

This amazing news also caused waves between them and caused another military meeting, but no one thought that the Cecil family's actions would be so fast, and no one thought that the Rock Fortress would fall so simple.

They thought that it would take more than a year to wait until the situation in the South evolved before they had to face up.

Welsh Moen, who had never spoken, sighed softly.

He remembered the warning that Veronica had given himself not long ago. He remembered that Veronica warned himself that Govin Cecil was releasing a beast, but now it seems... the kings and nobles may have lost Turn this beast back into the last chance in the cage.

"We once thought that what happened in the South was only a civil war of the lords, and those who took the initiative to provoke the war were those outside the Cecil family, but now it seems that everything happening in the South is under the control of our founding hero. He has been planning for a long time," said the Duke of Franklin Franklin. "Now the fall of the Rock Fortress has become a reality, no matter how the Cecil army has captured a fortress in such a short period of time, they have already occupied There, and prepared for defense. Count Cromwell, do you think we have the ability to take back the fortress?"

Cromwell White Mountain shook his head with almost no thought: "It is impossible unless we withdraw at least half of the army on the east side of the Holy Spirit Plain, and even if half of the army is withdrawn, it will not necessarily be able to knock down the Rock Fortress. Sir Maryland Onar knows me. It is a very powerful knight lord. His army is no worse than the Knights of the Kings. Even he is not the opponent of the Duke of Govin Cecil. The strength of the Cecil is imaginable."

After that, the old knight lord shook his head: "What I am most curious about now is how the founding hero built such an army... Less than two years, less than two years! He can Hit the meteorite fortress?"

“Every ancient family hides secrets, not to mention the ancient family has a ancestor who died and resurrected,” said Berkman Franklin, jokingly. “Maybe 700 years ago, Govinssey Did the Duke of the Duke bury an undead army in the mountains of the South?"

Cromwell White Mountain shook his head and screamed: "This is not funny at all..."

"Mr. ladies, think about it now," said Berdwin Franklin, who smiled and tapped the table with his fingers. "This is probably the ancestor of the dangerous situation that is no less than the rebellion of the East." It is really coming."