Fly.

The maid's maid echoed the hostess's words.

This is not an order, but a blessing.

She looked at the two long swords in her hands and buckled them on the belt, then walked toward the edge of the terrace, moving faster and faster, and ran away.

Finally, she leaped down from the edge of the terrace - a gust of wind wrapped in the wind and snow appeared at the right time, shrouded the figure that jumped down and lifted her to the sky.

In the snow fluttering, there was a huge shadow rushing toward the sky in the south, but the shadow flashed so much that all those who noticed this vision thought it was an illusion.

If you take the wind, the deformed wings can also fly.

Victoria quietly watched as the sudden gust of wind gradually dissipated into the sky, watching the huge body swept through the dark gray clouds in the distance. Her eyes reflected a lot of snow, and the mouth sighed softly:

"You are not good at hiding - especially on the premise that the Wilde family has been dealing with the Principality of the Dragon for hundreds of years."

Subsequently, the female duke regained her gaze into the sky and watched the walls of the castle area not far away.

Now is the time to fulfill the responsibility of the Duke of the State.

......

In the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain, an amazing number of humanoid monsters came in. The terrible cluster of giants squadrons flattened many fortresses and fortresses. Elron City, Windy City, and Valley Corridor were successively attacked, and the aristocratic army rushed temporarily to rush. Fighting, the loss is heavy...

The continuous loss of information came from the southeast, and in addition to the increasingly close attack information and more and more loss lists, the exhausted royal intelligence department continued to receive the kingdom military equipment and front lines in the monster army. The soldiers were transformed into terrible news of the cluster giants.

St. Sunil City has entered the highest level of martial law. A terrible and tense atmosphere hangs over the city. Armed knights and soldiers patrol the wall and the post all day, and the citizens are afraid to go to the streets. Almost all the nobility canceled the banquet on the rest day and the hunting in the suburbs.

Every day, there are blue-and-white blouses, horse-ridden messengers running into the city, or a gryphon knight across the sky; every day, more soldiers will enter and exit the city gate, and there will be emergency recruits. There are also knights who go to the frontline support; every day, new news will be circulated among the towns.

In the Silver Fort, the aristocrats of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally gave up the habits of the ladies and gentlemen who spoke in a certain elegant tone. They discussed it fiercely and proposed one after another to exchange the latest ones. Intelligence, the atmosphere is overwhelming, and the fear and exhaustion are overwhelming.

Finally, when the fire burned to St. Sunil, they became active.

"They have started to attack the valley cloisters - the two fortresses we were there were attacked at the same time. The monsters are not only amazing, but the power is far above our soldiers!" A tall, thin and thin aristocrat is almost sharp. The voice said, "If we can't stop them in the valley corridor, then there are no fortresses and fortresses to stop them!!"

Another person stood up and said in a loud voice: "We should also send the Knights of Black Ironburg and the Knights of Chanelburg to the past. The local knights in the valley cloister are sure to stop the enemy..."

"I am still saying that we can't send more Knights to the outside," at this time, the highest commander of the Royal Knights, Cromwell, who had dwarf blood, stood up, "We should Bringing together effective and elite, shrinking and defending the city of St. Sunil, this is the only solution that is likely to be held..."

The short-skinned Earl of Bahrain couldn't help but stand up: "What is the use of this kind of guard?! The trap is to wait for death. Do we still have reinforcements! The situation is already very clear. The main force of Wang Guojun and the Knights of the Mountain are finished!" No one will come back from the plains of the Holy Spirit to support us, we have no reinforcements!!"

The silence in the hall was quiet, and the atmosphere of silence and depression was almost condensed. The Count of Bahrain directly mentioned this obvious but unwilling fact, which made many people who wanted to speak lose their courage.

Cromwell? White Mountain squinted and the beards shook, but he also understood that the words of Count Bahrain were irrefutable - his contraction defense may indeed be the only one that can effectively defend the city, but the necessary follow-up to contraction defense It is necessary to be able to wait for the reinforcements, or to be able to polish the enemy's morale and soldiers - but the fact is that the morale and soldiers of those monsters are far better than St. Sunil, and the reinforcements...

The main force of the kingdom and the mountain corps should be really finished.

The head of the royal knight couldn’t help but licked the table.

Even if he is the best at the moment, it is only a proposal to make a life-long struggle to extend the survival time of St. Sunil, or there is no follow-up plan.

At this time, the door of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Knights of the Royal Family ran into the hall.

In the past, no one could break into the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, obviously no one cares about this.

Cromwell? Baishan recognized the officer who came in, and his mind suddenly raised a terrible hunch: "What happened?"

"The valley cloister fell, the count of Noss was missing, and the Earl of Barril died." The officer's voice was a little trembling. "The Knights...the Knights and the Vatican Guards who had just gone to support were all annihilated..."

The sound of the cool air in the hall.

Now, they don't have to discuss whether to support the problem of the valley corridor.

"We...we have no danger to keep," a nobleman in a dark blue velvet coat held his hands on the table, his face sweating and whispered, "The defense of the valley cloister is gone, they are away." The king is only two days away..."

"There are really no fortresses and fortresses to stop them now," another voice followed, "The next one is St. Sunil."

Cromwell? Baishan said quietly: "Now we should immediately shrink the strength and consolidate the defense of the king."

"But it is not the way to stick to it, Lord Count," said a nobleman in a white coat wearing a brown coat. "We may be able to move to the west - and then resort to the remaining fertile areas of the western plains and the plains of the Holy Spirit." The strength of the force regains its footsteps and slowly plots the future..."

"Transfer to the north is also a way, the cold north may be able to block those monsters, and there is a mountain barrier in the north..."

"The Western Army has already arrived on the way to Wangdu. If they have their words, it is too early to give up St. Sunni..."

The Duke of Berkman Franklin did not say a word. He seemed to be thinking about a viable defense plan, or weighing the advice of those who gave up the king. No one could guess from his deep and restrained expression that the Duke of the West was What do you want?

In meditation, he looked up and saw Wales. Moen sat on the long table with a sinking face. The Crown Prince seemed to be watching this quietly, with deep eyes and no expression. No one can guess what the Crown Prince is thinking.

Even Berdwin? Franklin can't.

On both sides of the long table, the people who really took charge of the power of the king and took over the remaining army of the kingdom did not participate too much in the noisy discussion.

Some of them are focusing on Berdwin Franklin, while others are watching Wales? Moen.

Outside the castle, a team that had already scheduled to go to the valley cloister stopped before leaving the city, and a silent Knights of the Holy See also stopped because of the sudden order.

No one knows what the future of this king will be. People only know that its darkest day has arrived.

At the same time, in the Light Cathedral, the Great Light Hall, the low prayers have come to an end, the brilliant light is still rippling in the aftermath of the energy, in the cloud dome of the dome that covers the dome of the whole hall, vaguely The sound of the holy ethereal spirit has lasted for a long time.

“We have lost a large number of Vatican knights and combat priests,” said a white bishop who said to the Holy See in the middle of the hall after prayer. “They are the best and most devout believers, and they are loyal and fearless. Warrior, Your Majesty, we should break the name of the most famous group of martyrs to give the name of the saints."

"The martyrdom of their glory is the greatest worship of the Lord. They fulfill their vows to the Holy Light and protect the kingdom and the people of the Lord. They deserve the name of the saints," said Pope St. Ivan III. The voice was uploaded from the Holy See. "To make a list, loyal and pure behavior should be made clear."

Another bishop came forward: "Your Majesty, the sly army is approaching this sacred city, how should we deal with it?"

"The Lord revealed me, I should fight to protect it," the voice of St. Ivan III barely hesitated. "This is a test of our loyal faith. The dark days are coming, and the first light is in the darkest." The moment is on, and now we should fulfill our vows to the Lord."

The bishops in the Great Hall of Light suddenly said in unison: "The original light is illuminated at the darkest hour... fulfilling the oath of the Lord."

On the holy seat in the center of the hall, the old face of St. Ivan III seems to have an illusory light. His eyebrows are low and he prays softly: "It's time... the Lord is loyal..."

Beside the devout pope, Veronica Moen just stood quietly, as if he was silently praying, and the glory that fell from the top of the cloud was surrounded by her, brighter and brighter than ever.

"Enough dark enough... it will be bright enough..."

The saint princess whispered her lips and whispered with a voice that only she could hear.

......

Ansu has already fallen into a disaster of near extinction.

However, the trade line between Cecil and Tifeng was miraculously launched as scheduled, and it developed rapidly from the beginning.

This seems to be a very strange thing in the Tifeng Emperor Rosetta.

It seems that the wonderful "Principality" completely resisted the artificial natural disasters that occurred beside them, and even entered a state of rapid development in the war caused by the natural disasters. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, and everything are in the source. They continually crossed the border and entered the territory of Tifeng through specially opened trade channels, and the massive cotton textiles and industrial products that Tifeng exported to them were completely swallowed by them.

The magnificent wall restoration project that Tifeng is responsible for has already ended prematurely. Rosetta also returned to his emperor, sitting in the study room of the Obsidian Palace. The majestic emperor is watching the information collected by the consultant team carefully. The information, on this, accurately and vividly summarizes all the key data in the trade process of Ansu and Tifeng, as well as some information that intelligence personnel have finally obtained from Ansu.

"Industrial production has developed rapidly due to war stimulation...

"The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used the magic guide machine in the field of war. The military demand has stimulated the entire industrial system...

"The locals of Cecil do not seem to be involved in the direct war, they fight outside the country...

“Cesil swallowed an astonishing amount of cotton textiles, but I don’t know where they used them. I can only make sure that some of them are used in battlefield losses...

“The daily-use cheap magical products made by Cecil were greatly welcomed in the Empire...”

Rosetta Augustus put down the information, with a meditation on her face.

The trade between the Empire and the Cecils began with an unexpectedly smooth situation, and the development momentum was good.

In this process, the empire seems to have really harvested the huge benefits expected, and exported a large amount of cotton textiles. The textile factory in the Aldernan region has made huge profits, and the empire has also harvested the advanced transportation technology of the Cecil. Recently, the Industrial Construction Association has made great progress in the project of copying the magic guide car...

Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.

However, Rosetta Augustus was faintly aware of a quagmire, an invisible quagmire.

At this moment, the voice of the attendant came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."

Rosetta Augustus immediately sorted out his expression, and he put the information aside and cleared his throat:

"Please come in."