After more than two weeks of a not-so-arduous journey, the Doro caravan finally arrived at Ford Fortress, the border fortress in southern Erathia.
Before that, the caravan also passed through Rheinburg as usual. However, Moriarty and White, who had already been prepared, did not attract any attention from the Luo Yanta family. Moreover, because Fox Luo Yan
The tower is broken, so the Luo Yanta family's internal system has been undergoing intense fluctuations and adjustments recently, and they have no intention of paying more attention to the external caravans passing by.
At about noon, the long car formation of Doro's caravan finally arrived in front of Ford Fortress.
Ford Fortress is a tall bastion made of black stone, like a crouching giant beast that straddles the Kingdom Plains and the Hurricane Wasteland. The two star-shaped walls inside and outside are intertwined with each other, fitting up and down, and firmly
It guards the inner core of the castle. A wide moat runs around the city under the castle. There are several hidden springs at the bottom of the moat that communicate with the turbulent underground river, so there is no danger of being cut off. There is a five-meter-long moat on the moat.
The wide suspension bridge is made of black pig iron and is extremely strong. At the front end of the iron bridge, there is a bowl-thick iron chain connected to the huge winch in the castle. If necessary, this suspension bridge can be fortressed in a few minutes.
The winch inside was pulled up, turning it into an insurmountable iron gate. Behind the moat, at the main entrance of the bastion, was an extremely heavy gate. The outer layer of the gate was wrapped in refined brass, and the door panel was made of
It is made of fir core. The castle gate built in this way is both strong and tough. It can withstand the burning of fire or the impact of a car.
You can imagine that if someone wants to break into such a castle, they have to pay a very heavy price just to cross the moat. And even if they can get close to the castle, they will face a star shape that is intertwined with each other and is enough to form a multi-faceted crossfire.
The fort wall; or facing the main entrance of the bastion with an iron gate outside and a copper door inside. On the bastion surface, which can only invest a few hundred troops at a time, I don’t know how many corpses must be piled up to finally successfully break into the inner bastion.
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Of course, the cost of building such a giant bastion is undoubtedly very high. The material, financial and manpower required can be said to be an astronomical figure. It is said that the Griffin royal family united the nobles of several provinces in the southern part of the kingdom.
It took half the country's efforts to finally build it. Therefore, Ford Fortress has always been the common property of the royal family and local nobles, and the garrison generals are usually stationed by the central and local factions respectively to maintain a certain specific
stability and balance.
"White, how does Fort Ford look compared to Fortress of Dawn?" Moriarty asked while sitting in a truck filled with flour, looking at the huge castle in front of him.
"Fortress Ford looks bigger and more... exquisite." White, who did not take a car but walked leisurely beside Moriarty, thought for a while and replied.
"Exquisite? So, do you think Fort Ford is not as good as Dawn?" Moriarty smiled and continued to ask.
"No. In fact, from the outside, the Ford is stronger than the Dawn. It's just..." At this point, White seemed to have no idea how to continue his explanation.
Moriarty did not urge him, but continued to admire the majestic appearance of the black bastion under the bright sunlight.
"It's just that I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel that this castle seems to be missing something. It doesn't look like a war fortress that needs to eat human flesh and drink human blood." After a while, White slowly added.
"Oh, I think I understand what you mean. Yes, without the test of iron and blood, without the dying chant of the soul, without the succession of generations, no matter how majestic the castle is, it is just a flower room for a noble lady." Mori
Artie turned his head and smiled at White: "According to classic records, since the establishment of Ford Fortress until today, it has not encountered any major battle that can be recorded in history. I don't know that this is the result of Ford Fortress.
Lucky or Unlucky”
"No wonder, I always feel that she doesn't have the breathless oppressive feeling of 'Dawn'."
While Moriarty and White were casually appraising the fortress in front of them, the Doro caravan had also completed the procedures for entering the fort. After giving the captain of the city gate about a bag of fifty silver coins as the customary payment for the road, the caravan's
The carriages and horses drove into the fortress in a mighty manner. Of course, before all the trucks entered the fort gate, the fortress soldiers still had to search them one by one to prevent foreign spies or some contraband from being brought into the castle. However,
, the Doro Caravan can be considered an old customer coming in and out of this place, so under the supervision of Manager Franklin, this kind of inspection is just a formality.
"Mr. Morty, you and your entourage can wander around the fortress, but you need to get back to the caravan station before noon tomorrow. At that time, the caravan will officially set off and leave the Kingdom of Erathia." When the caravan convoy
After arriving at a large inn reserved by the Chamber of Commerce in the fortress, Manager Franklin said this to Moriarty.
"Okay, Mr. Steward, my companion and I will definitely get back to the caravan on time, please don't worry."
Then, Moriarty and White left the inn and headed towards the market located in the south of the fortress. It was a gathering place for shops, taverns and various folk workshops, and was also a favorite place for businessmen to hang out.
"White, please teach me how to use a crossbow." Walking leisurely on the narrow road in the castle, watching pedestrians passing by him one after another who were either in a hurry or covered in sweat, Mori
Artie smiled and said to White.
"Why do you suddenly want to learn this? Aren't you going to Bracada to learn magic?" White looked at Moriarty with some confusion and asked.
"This is not a conflict, White." Moriarty shook his head and said: "You know, before I became an official mage, my combat power was not strong, and I was even weak when facing the enemy. Although I have
I have worked hard to learn swordsmanship, but so far I have barely reached the level of a first-level warrior. Therefore, in addition to magic, I need to master an additional combat skill that will make me more survivable."
"But, weren't your spells very powerful before? Not only did you kill those four killers, but you even killed me..." Speaking of this, White couldn't help but touch his chest, as if the wounds caused by the magic arrows were still faintly visible.
The pain is normal.
"Haha, I'm sorry, White." Moriarty patted the other person's shoulder apologetically: "Come on, to apologize to you, I'll buy you a drink."
After saying that, Moriarty pulled White into a tavern on the street.
I don’t know if it was because of the daytime, but there were not many people in the tavern called "Pumpkin Cart". There was only an old man who looked like a drunkard, sitting alone in the corner with an empty wine glass, talking about something that no one could listen to.
Drunk talk that you don’t understand.
"Two large glasses of golden ale." He went straight to the bar and sat down. Moriarty took out a gold coin from his sleeve, placed it in front of the boss who was carefully wiping the large tin wine glass, and said with a slight smile.
"Okay." The boss glanced at the gold coins, then put them in his bag, then turned around and came to a large wooden barrel that was old and black, opened a handle with a vague dragon pattern carved on it, and then poured out a stream of gold coins.
The yellow wine gushes out from the dragon's mouth, filling the big tin cup with delicate and charming foam.
"Your wine." After filling two large glasses of wine, the boss placed the wine glasses in front of Moriarty and White, and then turned around to busy with the work at the bar.
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"Try it. Franklin specially recommends the golden ale. It is said that not everyone has the opportunity to taste it." Moriarty picked up the wine glass and clinked it with White.
"Wow, what a fragrant ale. Haha." White tried to take a sip, and was immediately impressed by this golden ale that costs five silver coins per cup: "For the sake of this wine, I decided to forgive you.
, Moriarty.”
Laughing, White took another big gulp before burping with great satisfaction.
"Before, you said that I relied on magic to kill four killers by myself, which is actually not accurate." Seeing that the tavern owner left the bar and went into the back room, Moriarty continued the topic just now.
"Then you are?"
"Look at this." Moriarty put down his wine glass, took out a black object from his arms, and placed it on the bar.
White immediately looked at it, only to find that it seemed to be a few scattered pieces that had been burnt to black charcoal. He could barely make out a half-cut five-star badge and a tattered pocket watch that had no hands and could not clearly see the surface.
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"What are these?" White looked at Moriarty in confusion.
"These are magic props. I obtained these invalid magic items through special channels, and then after some simple splicing and transformation, and re-injecting magic power, they formed a new, one-time explosive device." Moria
Ti smiled and said, with a little pride and a little regret in his smile: "Unfortunately, after killing two killers, this device was completely scrapped. Moreover, in most cases, magic of this level is useless.
The device doesn't really help me much."
"You made your own magic weapon?" White stared at Moriarty in surprise, and was about to shout.
Although White was originally just a professional soldier in the Dawn Fortress and did not understand the world of magic. However, he also knew that magic weapons and magic armor were the most expensive and rarest equipment in the world. Even the senior officers of the Dawn Fortress had
Not everyone can own a magic sword. White's biggest dream has always been to get a magic crossbow one day.
"Haha, it's not manufacturing, it's just the most superficial transformation. I'm still far away from making magic equipment independently. At least, it's almost impossible to achieve it before becoming an official mage." Moriarty shook his head and at the same time.
The remains of the "Fireball Explosion Device" on the bar were taken back.
"I don't understand so much. But, Moriarty, I promise to teach you archery, but you also have to promise me one thing." At this time, White no longer cared about what Moriarty was talking about, but
Look closely into the other person's eyes.
"Say." Moriarty nodded and waited for the other party to "make conditions".
"If you have the ability in the future, you must make me a magic crossbow. This is my condition, can you accept it?" White grabbed Moriarty's arm and said fiercely, "You won't agree to it."
It means turning your back.
"White, don't you know that it is a mage's duty to arm his followers?" Moriarty gently broke away from White's clutches, picked up the golden ale again, took a comfortable sip, and then said calmly.
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"Oh, you are so cunning, Moriarty. Even if you are no longer a noble, you are still so cunning, haha!" Looking at Moriarty, White suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.
