Five days later, at night in Belga City, this not-so-busy coastal city returned to its quiet night after night. Even the busiest docking port in the city was quiet, with only the lighthouse built on the corner of the outer sea.
The light was still bright. The man on duty at the lighthouse had fallen asleep hugging a thin blanket, and the ground was covered with broken melon seeds and spilled beer glasses.
Belga has always been a peaceful coastal city. Although there are pirates entrenched in the western sea, since the officials and the pirates reached a certain agreement, the sea bandits no longer land and invade, but only rob passing merchant ships at sea.
, only occasionally a small stream of bandits would jump onto the shore.
It was a windy and moonlit night, and the moonlight in the first half of the night was covered by clouds. In the second half of the night, the sea wind blew and it began to rain. The rain at the seaside always seems to be particularly strong, and it falls with a crackling sound.
In the city, distant sounds can no longer be heard, and even the usually clear sound of the waves has become fainter.
The lighthouse at this time was like a solitary lamp hanging overseas, twinkling in the wind and rain.
Suddenly, in this dark night, on the surging waves, a little light appeared in this situation that should not have appeared. This light spot was very bright. Even from a distance, you knew that the light was piercing. A little light.
After the light was brightened, more light spots appeared on the sea. From a distance, they looked like stars twinkling in the wind and rain, or like an eye that kept blinking in the darkness, which made people feel uneasy.
The person guarding the lighthouse should have sent out a warning light to the shore at this time, but in the room inside the tower, the lighthouse keeper had already fallen asleep due to drunkenness, and did not even know that there was an extra person at the door. The person standing at the door was troubled.
He straightened his officer's uniform, winked at the person accompanying him behind him, and began to use the lighthouse to guide the approaching light in the distance into the harbor.
On the other side of the harbor, the soldiers guarding the coastal artillery are also slack. There has been no large-scale pirate invasion for many years. Not only have their military discipline been neglected, but their organization has also shrunk on a large scale. During the day, they will even attack the artillery.
Hanging clothes to dry, sitting on it, playing cards, playing card games, let alone in the middle of the night. But even so, three people still came here quietly to check the situation. These three officers in military uniforms, of course they are not
Come to check if these soldiers are slacking off, but to make sure no one is on duty that night.
Looking at the darkness in the barracks, the guards guarding the gate were also lazy and sleeping. The three of them could come and go freely without even borrowing the fake leather uniforms for cover. Such a situation made them smile at each other.
The light in the distance is getting closer and closer. They are huge warships. The ships are sailing on the sea. On the giant ship in the front stands a towering man as tall as a mountain.
"War is a general's paradise, and victory is the only glory. Previous humiliations and defeats have left a stain on your life. Only you can clean this stain..."
The words he said before leaving echoed in the ears of this majestic soldier, thinking about his past deeds, his military exploits, and his glory, all of which were lost in the corrupt and dark power struggle.
"Are you sinking? Abandoning? Will your pride and ambition fall into the sea from now on? If you are really defeated, you will not be as depressed as you are today. That is a fault that does not belong to you, that is not a fault that belongs to you.
The consequences of the defeat should be borne by you. Are you unwilling? Do you want to fight again? Your loyalty should not remain in a fallen dynasty, let alone be rotten by such corruption. The once undefeated general has been defeated, and the one who defeated you
People died in the hands of others. Are you willing to endure such a result? Or take out your courage and get up from the abyss of sinking..." The soldier standing on the deck of the ship closed his eyes and meditated. When he first arrived at the ship
When he was on the island, every conversation he had with that man touched the corners of his heart that he least wanted to be touched.
"I'm not defeated, I will never lose! Never..."
"You are dissatisfied, but you hesitate. No matter what kind of failure it is, it still casts a shadow on your heart. You are afraid that your strength is not enough because you do not have the same strength as Philippe Ruhl. In this
On the mainland, if you want to become a famous warrior, it is not enough to have tactics and intelligence, you must also have matching force. Yes, some things can be acquired overnight, but the strength of a warrior can only depend on experience and
Continuous wars accumulate. So you are lucky to be here..."
The waves were rolling, and no matter how big the ship was, it would still bump with the ups and downs. Freed, who was standing on the bow of the ship, opened his eyes, with a sharp light like an eagle flashing in his eyes: "Everything, the pain of more than a year has been given to me.
All that is needed now is a battlefield that will soon belong to me!"
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Nine months ago, Creation Island.
"What is he doing?"
"Drinking, drinking all day long, 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 repairs in the cave. The primitive and rough hollow is the most beautiful place in the entire Creation Island.
The core is where the two people speaking at the moment are standing at the edge of the hall at the heart of the mountain. The faces of the two people are vaguely illuminated by the swaying firelight from the huge torch stuck on the rock wall of the cave.
The person who asked the question was William Fichtner, who continued: "Doesn't he do anything else but drink?"
"Yes, he also does one more thing, and that is to act drunk and go crazy. So far, six pubs have been smashed by him." He spoke seriously, with no unnecessary expression on his face, nor anything superfluous.
His body movements were just doing his simplest reporting work.
Fichtner lowered his eyes: "He is unwilling to give up, but he is somewhat self-defeating."
"Yes, his behavior is indeed like this. Such a person cannot go to the battlefield, let alone command an army."
Fichtner said: "You should have heard of his past deeds. He was known as the undefeated general in St. Vicoia."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The reporter said: "That was him in the past, and he can be easily defeated now. He values victory and defeat too much, and cares too much about these people.
Always very vulnerable."
"You think so?"
"yes."
Fichtner smiled, a slight smile.
"You don't think so?" The person reporting the report finally showed a subtle expression, which was a hint of doubt. He shouldn't have doubted it, because Fichtner was always very accurate in judging people, but he also believed in himself.
the opinion of.
Fichtner said: "Fried was never a fragile person."
"You know? Are you so sure?"
"I know, I'm sure."
"But you only glanced at him from a distance, and didn't even have a formal meeting." The person who reported it still expressed doubts.
Fichtner said: “You don’t have to know a person to know him in person. Don’t forget that he is a warrior. Whether it is his previous position or the martial arts he has learned, he is a true warrior.
A warrior. And a weak warrior cannot be in his current position."
"Can you judge based on this alone? You have to know that there are exceptions to many things."
"But he will not be such an exception." Fichtner said: "His current abandonment and alcoholism are not because he cannot bear the consequences of failure, but because he cannot accept the reasons for his failure."
"You mean the power struggle in Saint Vicoia?"
Fichtner nodded: "That was a country that he had sworn allegiance to. He had devoted more than thirty years of hard work and sweat to defend that land, but in the end, what he got in return was not a united and united country.
, but for the sake of their own selfish desires and power, they are constantly doubting and jealous, constantly framed and fighting for corruption. Such an environment makes him angry, chills him, and even makes him disappointed."
"Everything that I have worked hard for has ended up in this situation. Such a result is really unacceptable. But will such a person accept the Holy Emperor's invitation? I heard from the person who sent him here that he is still very
Concerned about the situation over there in San Vicoia."
Fichtner said: "It is easiest for people to change their minds when they are most helpless. What's more, it was a place that made him feel discouraged. Although he never stopped caring about Saint Bikoa,
Every time the news came back, he became more drunk. Radat's bloody purge, Zalberg's final rise to power, and the battles between power and desire were staged before his eyes. Even if he still loved that country, it did not represent him.
He is unwilling to contribute to us. Besides, with the power of the Holy Emperor, I believe he will soon surrender."
The person reporting the report sighed: "According to what you say, it seems that my position as vanguard generalissimo is gone."
Fichtner said: "Since the Holy Emperor belongs to him, he will naturally have other arrangements for you."
"I hope it won't be too boring." After sighing, the person who reported the report returned to his expressionless look.
"By the way, how about those two people?"
"You mean Ice Monk Saga and Ryan? Their lives are better than Fried's. Generally speaking, they are in a good mood after arriving on the island. I have proposed to them some training to improve their strength, and they are all happy with it.
agreed."
"Oh, all right."
The person who reported the report said: "To improve their strength, Ryan's conditions are relatively good. His own magic power is very powerful. He is also a fire magician. Although he has not yet become elemental, he can only be regarded as a mage.
.But as long as you use the Blood Flame Flower obtained from the underwater volcano, you can directly strengthen his elemental abilities and help him complete the demonization as soon as possible. As for Saga, his situation is a little more complicated. I have already asked people to make arrangements suitable for him.
Training, with the resources we have here, I believe it is not difficult. But if Fried is really to be the vanguard general in the future, his strength is indeed too insufficient. Those people on the island
You may not be able to obey him."
Fichtner said: "Let the Holy Emperor arrange this. The Holy Emperor will come back in a few days, and then the Holy Emperor will meet him in person."