Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 772

1442, the year of the Fallen God.

Although the name of this year sounds terrifying, even because of this name, it caused a small wave of cults to rise in La Rochelle-but because of Cyril's advance request, the garrisons everywhere responded and suppressed it in time It also prevented those cults from making any waves.

Although this request in advance was not prepared for the cult, it was just a slap in the face.

But in fact, La Rochelle was unusually calm in this scary year, even far calmer than the previous two years of war.

For some reason, the undead in the northern border restrained themselves, and even gradually gave up the city occupying the northern border of La Rochelle, and retreated to the extreme northern ice field.The undead who had no time to retreat were immediately surrounded and suppressed by the La Rochelle army who responded in a timely manner. The Northern Xinjiang War, which lasted for more than two years, came to an end in May 1442.

A captive lich said that it seemed that a human woman had nearly turned the half-moon council upside down, and even snatched away the sleeping ancestral knights in the deepest dungeon of the ice sheet.Half of the liches of the half-moon council were slaughtered, three bone dragons were chopped off, and the ancestors of the vampires were lifted into the sky by a sword to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Even the founder of the half-moon council, the Lich Sandro, was bombarded with half of his soul by that woman, and survived by possessing a small skeleton.

Such a battle report makes people feel incredible, but it seems that there is no reasonable explanation for the undead to withdraw their troops voluntarily, except that the home of the undead was blown up.

As for the eastern battlefield, according to the post-war statistics, the scale was so shocking that one could feel that the Austrian Saint Emma had exhausted all the power of the whole country, and there was no further movement of the Austrian Saint Emma's army that wanted to take down La Rochelle in one fell swoop.

And the sudden silence of the Osan Emma people is not limited to the battlefield. Since January 1442, the number of ships belonging to the Osan Ema people in the port has decreased significantly. The first rumors heard were that the capital of Osan Ema The circle was completely sealed off, and no caravan could enter the territory of St. Helkorn again, and no caravan could come out from there.

Then, in March and April, there were very few merchant ships from the Ou Saint-Emma, ​​and those who arrived at the ports of New Orville and La Rochelle were all ships that had gone to sea a few months ago. After these merchant ships arrived at the port, I never plan to go back.

The governor of the harbor also tortured those merchants from Ao San Emma. The latter were all dazed and panicked. They only said that they had received a letter from their hometown that Ao San Emma was completely messed up and they could not go back. just don't go back...

When such news reached Solkonan, Anastasia Herman looked at the chaotic officials below, only shocked in her heart, but not panicked at all.

Because Cyril Adrian had already dismissed the possibility of civil strife in St. Emma, ​​and even arbitrarily said that St. Helcoent had completely become Danya's filthy ovary...

"Danya on top..."

The first queen in La Rochelle's history looked at the statue of Danya and felt extremely confused.

She didn't know exactly what was going to happen next.Although it is a hostile relationship, no one from La Rochelle can deny the strong power of Ao San Emma, ​​but if even its core area is swallowed up by filth...

So what to do to stop the filth when it reaches La Rochelle?

1442, October.

Many refugees from Palannia have appeared on the border of the northern border and the Siliki Territory at the northeast end of the natural land—because of Nora's filth, Fisebor, the root of all Black Forests, has been destroyed. Cleared by Cyril, the Black Forest no longer exists in this world.

Naturally, the Black Forest that blocked the land route between Palannia and Siliki no longer existed, and the people of Palania could pass through the forest and reach the border of Amasir.

According to them, the city on the border between Palania and Osan Emma has been completely engulfed by the thick black fog from Osan Ema. Seeing that the black mist began to cross the border and head towards Palania Spread, they can only choose to flee in the direction of La Rochelle.

In late June, the latest news from Palannia came:
The king of Palannia who had occupied the throne for more than fifty years, the wise king Torian II, died on the back of a griffin when he led his troops to charge towards the city occupied by the black mist.

He was 73 years old.

And the 30-year-old prince, who had been the prince for 50 years, had just succeeded to the throne for less than three days, and the capital was also engulfed in black mist and fell completely.

Palannia's tragic news caused Solconan's court to fall into silence. Although the two sides have not dealt with each other recently, in the past few decades, Palania can be regarded as a comrade-in-arms on their side and is a firm Rebels of Ost Emma.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

But fortunately, the black mist does not seem to have the ability to turn over the Nora Corridor.Anastasia asked Cyril when he returned to Solkonan, and Cyril's answer was that now the authority of the God of Nature is in his hands, and the forest is the domain of the God of Nature, so it is naturally impossible for him to Dirty intrudes at will.

And less than half a month after that.

Amasir, welcomes a group of refugees from Al St. Emma.

"Crazy, totally crazy!"

Those fleeing refugees came through the forest and walked on foot for an unknown amount of time, all in ragged clothes. When they saw the patrolling guards of the elves, they began to cry and shout, as if this could clear their silted emotions generally.

The elves brought these Orsan Emmas to the territory of Amasir, and after Atsk received Cyril's consent order, Fort Mandex received these refugees.

If even the proud people of St. Emma would flee to their most despised La Rochelle...

That piece of territory, which has been the most prosperous country on this continent for more than seven hundred years, has probably fallen into a situation of irreparable doom.

The successive news made La Rochelle start to panic, and the ensuing performance was that the ticket for the ferry to the port of New Orville nearly doubled. Tickets, now even Gentry may not be able to get them.

Many astute wealthy businessmen fled to the Port of New Orville, but they did not expect that the current governor of the Port of New Orville, Cassandra Auditore, did not appreciate these rich businessmen from La Rochelle and directly send it back...

It goes without saying how much of this is due to Evans.

Solkonan is very clear that this is not a disaster for one country or two countries. This disaster belongs to all countries, all human beings, all creatures, and even all existing existences in this world.

They need to mobilize all the forces they can.

The past epochs of civilization have had a history of fighting against the end.The civilization they live in may be hasty, and there is no opportunity for too much preparation, but they must not sit still——

So in July 1442, La Rochelle sent an invitation letter to all the remaining forces that he could contact, including humans, elves, orcs, and even the undead.

They want to build the "Holy White King's Court" belonging to this era of civilization.

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In 1442, the summer in Amasir was hotter than usual.

Cicadas chirping, insects squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, blah, blah, blah, the hot sun makes the air seem to be distorted, and it doesn’t take long to fry an egg on the ground.

"The balance of magic power is broken."

This is Nua Lurea's explanation for such unusual weather conditions.

The entire continent seems to be divided into two halves with the Nora Corridor as the dividing line.The area to the west is still normal, while the magic power in the area to the east is in a state of turbulence.

Their worst guess was that Alma St. Emma, ​​and the area east of Alma St. Emma, ​​had been consumed by filth.

For such a situation, Amasir has no way to deal with it.New Lurea's latest countermeasure is to strengthen the natural domain of the forest and turn it into an iron wall, so that the filth cannot cross the Nora Corridor and invade their side.

This is not something difficult to achieve. After all, they have an "eternal tree" with almost unlimited vitality, and the elves are allies with them, so they can do whatever experiments they want.

Led by Lydia Shelley, it didn't take too long for them to build a huge magic power excitation device around the tree of eternity, so as to transport and spread the power of the tree of eternity with increased power, and strengthen the power of the tree of eternity. The line of defense of Nora Corridor.

It's the only thing they can do.

This is a war between the living and the end.

New Lurea is frantically developing the technology of the old era, trying to use it as a cornerstone to expand the characteristics of this era of civilization.However, scientific research and technology cannot achieve major breakthroughs in a day or two. They can only think that this is one of the capitals they can drag on.

Time passed day by day.

This year's autumn is more bleak than ever.Then in October, heavy snow fell on Amasir.

In the heavy snow, the Year of the Fallen God gradually came to an end.

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1442, April 12.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Winter Forest Festival, the traditional festival of Amathir.

On this day last year, the battle between La Rochelle and Ou Saint-Emma was at its most critical moment. For the whole of Amacil, it was definitely the most special Winter Forest Festival.

And this year's Winter Forest Festival is also special.

"Miss Caroline, please don't sit on the tower with so little clothes on, you'll catch a cold."

Natasha, the maid of the battle doll, was wearing the maid outfit that would never change. She put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, raised her head and shouted to Caroline who was high up.

The tall girl with long hair hanging behind her waist was wearing a thin and frightening off-the-shoulder dress, lying in the snow on the top of the tower.She raised her slender calf, and the black leather shoes were hooked on the toes of her bare feet, dangling.

"Call me after dinner, Natasha." She called down.

The maid didn't have any objection to this, she nodded and then retreated.

"Hey."

Caroline turned slightly, leaned on her arm, and asked softly, "Tell me, when will he come back."

"That depends on how efficient he is."

Another frivolous voice sounded from inside her body.

"He has traveled almost all of the filthy seal relics in La Rochelle, and it is estimated that he has visited a lot outside of La Rochelle..."

"But it's been about... half a year? He hasn't come back." Caroline wrinkled her little nose, "He took Sister Mia and Sister Misha with him, leaving me and Sister Alina... ..."

"It's obvious that I pointed out the locations of many seal relics to him, okay? The bad woman named Iris next to him is not reliable at all, and everything she said is in a mess."

"Caroline...you seem to have forgotten that I am the one who guides you..." the frivolous voice in the body said helplessly.

"Is there any difference, you stay in my body, you are a part of me." Caroline pouted, not giving "Him" in her body a chance to argue.

Tris, the god of death.

She has confirmed the true identity of the existence in the body, Tris, the god of death, the only god who has not turned into stars and gone away, but has sealed itself in another form.

"Why didn't you leave any filth?" Caroline turned over again, placed herself in a large font, and asked Tris in her body.

"Why?" Tris said slowly.

"why?"

"why?"

"Don't repeat my question, okay, I'm asking you!" Caroline yelled dissatisfied.

"Of course it's because I have a mission." Triss laughed happily, "Do you think God has no response to these expanding filth?"

"In fact, many of us gods are aware of the danger of such filth. They try to remove it, but these filth come from themselves, how can it be completely wiped away?"

"We don't know why these negative emotions have evolved into such a form, but when we realized that conventional means could not clear them up, and when it was done, the gods made a decision."

"Seal your own filth as much as possible, and then leave this world."

"Is this why the gods turned into stars and went away?" Caroline murmured, but then her eyebrows furrowed, "But you still didn't say, why didn't you leave? What is your mission? "

"I want to guard the door."

Inside the girl's body, the "woman" leaning against a sharp spear said lazily, "Look at the door that suppresses all the seals."

"Unfortunately, I can't watch it."

He shook his head, and suddenly stopped his voice.

Caroline only felt a cloud of shadows drifting across her face, and then put a hand on her head, brushing off the snow on top of her head.

"It's not such a waste of good health to wear so little in the cold and lie in the snow."

She giggled, opened her arms and legs, like a koala, and hugged the young marquis who quietly appeared beside her.

"You are finally finally back!"

The young Marquis took off his hood and responded with a gentle smile.

"Come on, let's eat."

(End of this chapter)