Chapter 139 Can the Lord of Glory’s Fleet Be Stopped? (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 2 Updates)

"Why so many ships?"

"Yes! Why are there so many big ships?"

Not long after, all the members of the task force climbed to the top of the mountain and were talking among themselves. Captain Barnes was lying on the edge of the cliff, staring at the sail below, his eyes almost bleeding:

Below is a complete fleet, large and small, with at least twenty ships. The two leading ships both have four masts, two of which are raised high, and the two at the front and back are tilted forward and backward respectively.

The boat is tall, with the forecastle and stern towers standing high, floating on the river, looking like a castle.

These two large ships alone are amazing enough. Looking at their size, they can transport at least 500 soldiers - even more if the journey is short.

In addition to these two ships, there are six or seven three-masted ships in the fleet. Some are sharp and brisk, as if they are good at hunting, and some are square and solid, and they are used to carry people and cargo. Even if there are more than a dozen of those two-masted boats, the number of troops transported cannot be underestimated.

"There must be 10,000 people here..."

"Why did you come here...by mistake? Or don't you know how deep the river is?"

"Such a big ship can't reach the upstream port!"

The soldiers gathered on the top of the cliff and talked, their faces red by the cold wind showing tension and uneasiness. Grete frowned, desperately recalling the geographical records in the mage tower——

However, those records are quite simple. On a map, a few lines are often drawn randomly to represent roads and circles are drawn to represent cities. God knows whether the scale is correct, let alone the topography.

Based on those maps, you can guess why the Lord of Glory fleet came here? It's all a dream!

Might as well count on his own eyes!

Grete stood high, overlooking the estuary. On the left hand side, that is, in the upstream direction of the Dove River, the river is not very wide, only a few hundred meters in length according to visual inspection.

However, looking to the right, the towering cliffs suddenly expand to both sides, forming a trumpet-shaped bay. Even with all his eyesight, Gretel could only see the vague coast in the dusk, like two arms embracing the sea. The width between the arcs should not be less than 10 kilometers.

Gretel felt a little bad. At the same time, the magician, who was staring at the bay like him, thought for a long time and suddenly turned back. The movement was so big that he kept his hood tightly wrapped to resist the sea breeze, and then it fell down:

"No, they are not going the wrong way! The Lord of Glory's fleet is going this way. They are going to get behind our main camp!"

"How is that possible?" Captain Barnes exclaimed. Next to him, York, also a level 5 shield warrior, took a step forward, and with a nervous click, he directly trampled a rock:

"Are you kidding! - They can't break into such a big ship!"

The two highest-ranking warriors questioned at the same time. In the dusk, the magician shook his head repeatedly and pointed to the full moon that had just risen in the far distance on the coast:

"Full moon tide! It's a full moon tide! I've read such records. At the mouth of the Dove River, the spring tide during the full moon can rise for dozens of miles in one breath, greatly raising the water level! - Taking advantage of the spring tide, they can rush across in one breath. This section of the canyon goes all the way to the flat land!"

Full moon tide!

Grete was also horrified for a moment. He finally remembered what this bay meant - a trumpet-shaped bay that narrowed upstream, and the full moon he saw before falling asleep last night - the Haining tide!

Haining and Qiantang River also have such a trumpet mouth!

"That's right!" He agreed hastily:

"In such a terrain, the water level will indeed rise a lot when the tide hits! You see, there is a trumpet outside. When the tide is high, the water level rises and pours into such a narrow river channel - it is wide outside and narrow inside. So much water rushes in all at once. Come in, the water level inside will definitely rise a lot!"

If the captain is the commander of the task force, then the knowledgeable caster is the brain of the task force. Now that the two spellcasters had the same opinion, the soldiers present looked at each other and suddenly became nervous. Next to Barnes, a warrior carrying a pair of swords took a step forward and said in an anxious tone:

"Captain, what should we do?"

"Yeah, what should we do? Should we stop them?" Another archer, aged seventeen or eighteen, asked. As he asked, he opened his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the big ship below - he aimed for a while, and finally shook his head and put away his bow and arrow.

Not enough range. Even if you throw it from a high position, you can't kill even one person from such a distance.

Captain Barnes was silent. Behind the team, a gray-black stalker was playing with a dagger and shaking his head slightly. The cold light flickered deftly between his fingers, from the back of his hand to the palm of his hand, and from the palm of his hand to the back of his hand, flickering in and out:

"There are too many of them. They can't be stopped. It's better to go back and report the news."

"That's right! Go back and report the news!" The double-sword warrior who asked the first question immediately urged: "With such a large team, we must report to the main camp immediately! - Captain, let's go quickly!"

Are you leaving immediately?

Grete looked down below, the majestic ship was gently rising and falling in the water waves, and the sailors were running up and down on the deck. Reefing the sails, lowering the anchor, scrubbing the deck, there was a busy scene everywhere. Among them, only one ship is quiet:

Among the two largest four-masted ships, the one that simultaneously flew the thunder flag, the fleur-de-lis flag, and the golden lion flag.

Two rows of soldiers lined up neatly on both sides of the ship. The armor is bright and the sword is unsheathed.

Among the soldiers, three people stood side by side near the mainmast, holding long staffs, and their silk robes shone in the sunset.

The distance was too far, and Grete couldn't see their faces at all. He could only see the man in red robe in the middle raising his long staff. Behind them, soldiers were escorting people one by one.

Some were wearing thin and ragged clothes, with their arms and legs exposed;

Some were barely able to walk on their own and were being dragged along by two soldiers;

Some struggled while walking;

There were some who were wearing neat robes and were being pulled by soldiers' arms from left to right, but they still strode forward with their heads held high and their chests high.

Grete even saw a little girl, wearing a soft and white dress, looking around in a daze. The soldier who was guarding the child didn't seem to have the heart to pull hard. He bent down and held her hand, but did not allow her to run around and disturb the nobleman.

A group of twenty or thirty people were pulled to the deck, facing the man in red robes, and were stepped on by the soldiers and knelt down. The man in red robe seemed to have said something, and immediately there was chaos below. Some people were struggling, some were shouting, some were banging their heads on the ground, and some were kneeling and crawling and reaching forward.

The prisoner, who was wearing a neat robe and walked with his head held high, even struggled to break away from the soldiers, rushed forward, and hugged the little girl tightly.

However, no matter what their stance was, the man in red robe remained unmoved. He didn't move, and neither did the soldiers. Under the strong sea wind, it seemed that these soldiers had all turned into sculptures. Only a few sailors stepped forward quickly and set up a long, narrow plank on the bow.

Then, Gretel watched in horror as the prisoners were tied with their hands behind their backs, blindfolded, and driven onto the board one by one.

"they are……"

"Prisoners captured by the Lord of Radiance." A voice replied coldly in his ear. Gretel turned his head and saw the fourth-level mage who had come with him standing beside him, looking down without blinking.

The sea breeze turned the mage's cheeks red. The mage who had tightened his hood to warm himself by the fire last night now let the cold wind blow across his face, his waist straight, and he didn't even show any fear of the cold:

"——In other words, heretics. You, me, and our relatives will be like this if they catch them."

The prisoners were dragged onto the plank one by one. The sailors gathered on both sides of the plank, yelling, beating with clubs, and whipping them to drive them forward. Trembling, rocking, forward—falling.

The wailing and begging for mercy were unbearable to hear. However, the soldiers still moved forward mechanically to drag people, one fell down, and then another. Those who couldn't walk or climb on the board were thrown directly into the sea from the side of the ship.

The prisoners on the deck were cleared one by one, and finally, only the man in neat robes was left, holding the girl and half kneeling in the center of the circle.

They were both prisoners, but that man seemed to be treated favorably. No one pulled him or tied him up. Only the man in red robe said something loudly, and the prisoner in robe turned to look at him, and suddenly stood up with the little girl in his arms.

With this movement, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became tense. Beside the man in red robe, two men in dark robes simultaneously leveled their long sticks and pointed them at the prisoner. The two rows of soldiers on the side also took a step forward, their shining swords neatly pointing the direction of the prisoner.

The little girl burst into tears. The robed prisoner lowered his head, hugged the little girl tightly, put her down carefully, and turned to face the bow. Just as he was about to take a step, he turned around again, rubbed the girl's hair, bent down and kissed her on the face.

Then, the man strode forward and stepped onto the bow plank. He walked to the side of the ship and calmly put his hands behind his back, allowing the sailor to tie his wrists and blindfold him.

In the sea breeze, the man straightened his chest and walked step by step to the end of the board.

Ta Kong.

come down.

The sea breeze howled.

White seagulls circled back and forth on the bow of the ship, screaming long and heartbreakingly.

The entire ship was full of soldiers, like clay sculptures of wood, silently watching the robed prisoner fall without any reaction. Only the little girl who was let go cried and screamed, stumbling across the deck for a long time, and finally climbed onto the board.

On the cliff, there was a long, death-like silence.

When they go back and notify the main camp, and then wait for the main camp to come over, it will take more than three or five days.

In the past three to five days, the land under their feet would be ruined by the Lord of Glory.

"Can you stop them?"

Captain Barnes suddenly asked. The shield warrior didn't speak, the stalker didn't speak, the mage pulled up his hood, and looked across the ships below one by one, as if he wanted to carve the fleet into his heart, and then turned around decisively.

"You can try it."

"You can try it."

Grete spoke at the same time as him. In the dusk, the two casters' eyes met, and they saw the light in each other's eyes.

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