Chapter 1396 Five days later, nine months ago
At night in Belga City five days later, this not-so-busy coastal city returned to its tranquility night after night. The busiest shipping ports were quiet, and only the lighthouse built in a corner of the outer sea was still brightly lit. 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.
Berga has always been a peaceful coastal city. Although there are pirates entrenched in the western sea, since officials and pirates reached some kind of agreement, the sea bandits no longer land and invade. The merchant ships passing by were plundered at sea, and only occasionally small groups of bandits jumped ashore.
It was a windy and moonlit night, and the moonlight was covered by clouds in the first half of the night. In the second half of the night, the sea wind blew and it started to rain. The rain at the seaside always seems to be particularly strong, and it falls in the city with a pitter-patter, and the sound in the distance can no longer be heard. 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 so bright that even from a long distance, you knew that the light was piercing. After a little light, more light spots appeared on the sea. From a distance, they looked like stars twinkling in the wind and rain, and like an eye that kept blinking in the darkness, which made people feel uneasy.
The person guarding the lighthouse should have sent a warning light to the shore at this time, but in the room inside the tower, the tower guard had already fallen asleep due to drunkenness, and he did not even know that there was an extra person at the door of the room. The man standing at the door adjusted his officer's uniform, winked at the person who came with 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 establishment has also shrunk on a large scale. During the day, they He would even hang clothes on the cannon, sit on it and play cards and 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 were certainly not here to check whether the soldiers were slacking off, but to ensure that no one was 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 didn't even need to borrow the fake leather of their military uniforms for cover, so they could come and go as they pleased. This situation made them look at each other and smile.
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 is a towering man like 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..."
Words before departure Echoing in the ears of this majestic soldier, he thought about his past deeds, his military exploits, and his glory, all of which were lost in the corrupt and dark power struggle.
"Sink? Give up? 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 someone who does not belong to you. Wrong, that is a failure that should not be borne by you. Are you unwilling to fight again? Your loyalty should not be left in a fallen dynasty, let alone be treated like this. The once undefeated general was defeated, but the person who defeated you died at the hands of others. Are you willing to endure this result? Or use your courage to get up from the abyss of sinking..." Stand. The soldier on the ship deck closed his eyes and meditated. When he first arrived on the island, every conversation between that man and him touched the corners of his heart that he least wanted to be touched.
"I am not defeated, I will never lose! Never..."
"You are dissatisfied, but you hesitate. No matter what kind of failure, I will still give you There is a shadow in your heart. You are afraid that you are not strong enough because you do not have the same strength as Philip Ruhl. On land, if you want to become a famous warrior, it is not enough to have tactics and resourcefulness, you must also have matching force. Yes, some things can be acquired overnight, but the strength of a warrior only depends on experience and strength. 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. Where the core lies. The two people speaking at the moment were at the edge of the hall at the center of the mountain. The faces of the two people were dimly illuminated by the flickering light of the huge torch stuck on the rock wall of the cave.
The person who asked the question was William Fichtner. He continued to ask: "Doesn't he do anything else besides drinking?"
"Yes, he also does something The only thing he did was to get drunk and go crazy. So far, six pubs have been smashed by him." He spoke seriously, without any unnecessary expressions on his face, and without any unnecessary body movements. He was just doing what he said. The simplest reporting work.
Fichtner lowered his eyes: "He was unwilling to give up, but he gave up on himself."
"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 San Vicoia."
The reporter said: "That was him in the past, and he is now He is easily defeated. Regardless of victory or defeat, people who care too much about these are always particularly vulnerable. "You think so?"
"Yes"
Fichtner. Smiled, a little smile.
"You don't think so?" The person who reported the report finally showed a subtle expression, which was a bit suspicious. He shouldn't have doubted it, because Fichtner was always very accurate in judging people, but he also believed in his own opinion.
Fichtner said: "Fried will never be a fragile person."
"You know? Are you so sure?"
"I I know, I'm sure."
"But you only saw him from a distance, not even 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 the position he once held or the martial arts he learned, he is a true warrior. A warrior. A weak warrior cannot be where he is now."
"Can you judge based on this alone? You must 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 Unable to accept the reasons for his failure."
"You mean the power struggle in Saint Bikoya?"
Fichtner nodded: "That is the one he once swore allegiance to. Country, he had devoted more than thirty years of hard work to protect that land. and sweat, but in the end what rewarded him was not a united country, but corruption in which people were constantly suspicious and framed for their own selfish desires and power. Such an environment made him angry, chilled, and even more frustrating. He was 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: "When people are most helpless, it is easiest to change their minds. What's more, it was a place that made him feel discouraged. Although he never stopped caring about Saint Bikoa, every time he came back, The news of Radat's bloody purge and Zalberg's final rise to power made him drink even more. The struggle between power and desire is unfolding before his eyes. Even if he still loves that country, it does not mean that he is unwilling to contribute to us. Moreover, with the ability of the Holy Emperor, I believe he will surrender soon."
The person reporting the report sighed: "According to what you say, then It seems that my position as the vanguard marshal is gone."
Fichtner said: "Since the Holy Emperor belongs to him, he will naturally have other plans for you."
" I hope it won't be too boring." After sighing, the reporter 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 training to improve their own strength, and they all readily agreed."
"Oh, that's good."
The person reporting the report said: "To improve their strength, Ryan's conditions are relatively good. His own magic power is very powerful, or Although the fire magician has not yet become an elementalist, he can only be regarded as a mage, but as long as he uses the magic weapon obtained from the underwater volcano. The Blood Flame Flower can directly strengthen his elemental abilities and help him complete his demonization as soon as possible. As for Saga, his situation is a little more complicated. I have already asked people to arrange training suitable for him with the resources we have here. Conditions, I believe it is not difficult, but if you really want to make it happen in the future. If Reed is the vanguard general, his strength is indeed too insufficient, and the people on the island may not obey him."
Fichtner said: "Leave this to the Holy Emperor. Make arrangements. The Holy Emperor will be back in a few days, and the Holy Emperor will meet him in person."
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(End of this chapter)