Chapter 72 Nalanie IV(2)

"Master Brettoll." Nalanie nodded in response.

The leader of the Knights of the Soul Broken Souls, Brettor, has short ginger hair and is in his early forties.

His eyebrows were sharp and his brown eyes were unruly. His nose was straight and his lips were full, and he always looked arrogant.

Brettore was wearing green cotton armor, with gilded wrist guards on both hands, and a screaming head engraved on it.

"Please forgive us for starting before you came." The Star Hunter said sorry, but there was no politeness in his tone.

He looked down at Nalanney with his brown eyes. Brettoll would not bow to anyone. Maybe he would only understand humility after seeing Imnacha Apollion.

"Master Alaron." Nalani ignored Bretol and turned around and nodded to the leader of the Scarlet Knights on the other side of the round table.

"Conductor General Nalani." "Ya Swan" Alaron half-bowed politely, "We haven't discussed much yet, you're here at the right time."

Alaron, who is almost fifty years old, is about the same height as Nalanney, about six feet apart.

He tied up his long light brown hair, with a pair of black eyes, with a kind look but not weak.

He wore a long red velvet robe, a black cloak, and his straight neck made him look like an elegant swan.

"Sir Alalon, how is the situation in Sandsen Castle recently?" Nalanney asked.

“Wyn Thorpe and his men have been quiet this year,” Alaron replied, “This year, the villages near Sandsen Fort have not been robbed,

The "Three Fingers" long-distance team was discovered by my reconnaissance captain Tyran's patrol team and defeated in one fell swoop. There are still thirty-seven sea robbers waiting for ransom in the prison of Shasheng Fort."

"Will the pirates still pay the ransom?" Nalanney asked curiously, "they can always find more criminals and scum in their city."

"It depends on whether this Captain Gray values ​​his subordinates," Alaron curled his lips. "Anyway, if the three fingers don't pay the ransom, we will execute these prisoners before they are rotten in prison."

"All it all is good news," said Nalanney. "A stable southern coast will surely please the Holy Lord."

"But my men found Wayne Thorpe's 'Drunk Rose' and other pirate ships set sail from the port of Cat Tears."

Alaron added with some concern, "They should be wandering in the sea of ​​cracks now. I have written to inform Starfly City. I hope Commander Ganrola can send his fleet to pursue their whereabouts."

"We have more important topics to discuss now." Brettor, who was ignored by Nalanney, reminded them with an annoyance, "There is still a castle waiting for us to capture."

"Of course, Vegor." Nalanney walked to the round table and asked Vegor to introduce them to the situation of the battle.

"My sirs." Weigor placed the stones on the table in the map of Prophecy City.

"The Prophecy City where we are now is about 150 miles away from the Blood Oath Castle occupied by slave rebels. If you spend more time on a march every day, you can arrive in ten days."

"Sir Alalon, where is the Scarlet Knights stationed now?" Nalani asked Ya Swan.

"The west side of the city of Prophecy is along the Fuji River, about twelve miles." Alaron replied.

"Where is the Knights of the Souls?"

"To the south, about eight miles, along the White Creek River," said Bretol.

"Article Gironsh has told me about the approximate number of your army, and my men are ready," said Nalanney, "Four thousand,792 infantrymen, seven hundred and twenty-five knights, plus

There were about 10,500 entourage members who came to the other entourage."

"Tsk, ten thousand, five hundred?" Brettore smacked his lips, "Mr. Nalani, the Prophecy Holy Leader is your territory. Lord Alaron and I will lead troops to support the Prophecy Knights. If the number of troops you send is

If you are less than us, that's a bit unreasonable, right?"

"Cities around Aberia and the barren mountains need protection, and the local defenders are not enough to resist Solman Salas' troops," Nalanni explained.

"Solman, his slaves and tribes have no way to break the walls, and your caution is unnecessary." Brettoll disagreed.

"Did you forget how Dongsheng Fort and Dawn Fort fell, Lord Bretol?" Nalanie asked.

"That's completely different," Bretol's eyelids twitched. "The reason why Dongsheng Fort and Dawn Fort were captured was that the slaves who built them secretly left behind secret passages outside the city walls during the construction process, so that they could not let the

Solman Salas has an opportunity to take advantage of the rebellion."

"Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship, Lord Bretol." Alaron advised.

"Anyway, it's all a mess of the Prophetic Holy Lord. Now Lord Holy Lord wants us to help wipe our butts." Bretol said disdainfully, "Where is Hagma and his Knights of Atonement? Why didn't they come?"

So many people came and only ate all the food and grass she stored. Nalanni thought that Imnacha, who was pampered, did not understand war at all. It would be better to use ships to transport troops to the east coast than to send so many knights to concentrate on attacking the fortress.

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"Have you not heard of it, Lord Bretol?" said Alaron. "Mr. Hagma is busy dealing with matters in the south. It is said that the Atonement Lord was harassed by the Demis in the villages under the Tyrant Mountains."

"Demis? When did they become interested in the villages of the Holy Empire?" Nalanney frowned. "They have been staying in their deserts and on the mountains."

“It’s not just deserts and mountains,” Alaron denied, “their footprints spread throughout the Tyrant Mountains, the Liberty Union, the Black Moon Land, the Sinking Land, and even the farther East.”

"Are they uneasy about the status quo?" asked Nalanney. She had not seen any Demis in the Prophetic Holy Corps.

"I don't know this, Lord Nalanney." Alaron shook his head, "Artico Limureta told me about their history. Did they have been the owners of the wetlands? Maybe they wanted to recapture the lost land again.

Now.”

"That's all a thousand years ago," Nalanney denied, "I don't think they will still be obsessed with this."

"The people in the desert of the unbelievers are still using sling ropes and stone sticks. What's there to be afraid of?" Brettor said quietly, "The more people come, the more slaves there will be."

"They have learned the most evil magic deep in the jungle of the Black Moon Land, using children as sacrifices, and using virgin tongues as mediums for their bloody rituals..." Alaron said with some fear, "Bless the Holy Day

, The evil spirit retreated..."

"I believe these things that are unreasonable. Are you a three-year-old?" Brettor spat.
Chapter completed!