Alger Wilson was a little puzzled. Although he had been on the island this week and did not pay too much attention to the outside world in order to prevent loss of control, he was still at sea a week ago, so he thought the situation would not change much. Besides, Lu En.
It's not like hiring all the pirates to harass Fenebaud. There isn't that much money, and the pirates need to deal with the Fusac fleet. At least that won't change until the shipyards in Runplitz Port resume operation.
"'King of the Five Seas' Nast also participated, and 'Dread Viscount' Bird Mustaine led pirates to attack several cities on the western coast of Feneport. Although they did not create much of a threat, this
It’s enough to make those bastards at sea like sharks smelling blood and rush there to see if they can bite off a few pieces of meat.”
"Nast? How is this possible?"
Alger's voice suddenly enlarged, and a turmoil arose in his heart. He didn't even hear Sainz's rhetorical question clearly. It wasn't until his friend repeated it again that he casually spoke a few perfunctory words.
After saying goodbye, he rode the strong wind and flew onto the deck of the "Blue Avenger". After briefly giving instructions to the crew, he went straight to the captain's cabin, which contained the latest maritime news prepared for him by Sainz and the northern coast of Fusac.
Information. But he sat behind the desk for several minutes without looking through it.
The news that "King of the Five Seas" Nast also joined this war is really shocking!
Compared to Sainz, compared to most people, Alger learned one more piece of news about Nast, that is, he has been promoted to an angel and has become a big shot alongside the Popes of the Seven Orthodox Churches.
Existence cannot be hired with money at all.
However, within these few minutes, he gradually understood that someone might not have hired Nast, but it might have been her own idea.
Among the four former pirate kings, although the "King of the Five Seas" Nast was the most active, he rarely had direct conflicts with the military of various countries. The most recent one was the Battle of Rossed, and this pirate king later
Promoted to an angel.
After being promoted to Sequence 2, Nast will definitely try to go further. Compared to Sequence 1 of this path, Sequence 1 of the adjacent path is more likely. Augustus and Castile at least have mastered it.
Follow the recipe.
What makes Alger confused is that now it is clear that Loen is at a disadvantage, but Nast has chosen Fenebaud. It is impossible for the Augustus to trade the Sequence 1 formula, right?
You can mention this matter in the Tarot meeting and see the attitudes of Ms. Hermit and Mr. Emperor... Alger Wilson took a deep breath and began to look through the information and materials in front of him.
Half an hour later, he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. More things had happened this week than he imagined.
In addition to this news related to Nast at sea, there is also the return of Loen's only combat-effective "Plitz" armored fleet, which repelled the Fusaksunia Sea Fleet that was wandering along the eastern coast.
The port gained some breathing time. Roen's Intersea Fleet suffered serious losses, but fortunately Feysac's Conquest Fleet also suffered losses.
The battle on land was more intense. Roen lost one-tenth of his colony in East Balam, and the Royal Army suffered even greater losses. The domestic situation was not good either. The Fusac Two-Headed Giant Army broke through the Amanda Mountains.
A fortress, but it was taken back by Loen overnight, and it became a meat grinder.
On the contrary, in Feneport and the Central and Southern Countries, the situation has reversed, and winter in Lundberg has arrived early!
The Feneport army, which was originally expected to attack the city of Azshara, the capital of Lomborg, has made no progress in recent days before the arrival of winter. The Lomborg army took advantage of the cold wave to launch an attack and almost captured Muna.
The city cannot be defended.
In addition, there are pirate attacks in Feneport, and the Masi and Segal troops have strangled the central plateau artery. The army currently staying in Lundborg is in big trouble. If it were not for the insufficient number of Lundborg troops
, I'm afraid they will all be swallowed in one bite.
Even if this situation is maintained, it will be very unfavorable for Feineport. You must know that the winter in Lundburg will last at least until February next year, and even the temperature in April will sometimes be very low. And everyone in the northern continent knows that Feineport
Neport's soldiers have always been unable to continue fighting. They are too attached to their families and lack enthusiasm for war. Moreover, the domestic military industry is underdeveloped, and logistics problems are prone to occur.
In other words, if Fenebaud cannot attack the city of Azshara before winter comes and cut off the transportation route from Sehgal, it means that the strategic intention has completely failed, and what awaits them will be the crazy start of the Loen Military Factory.
Artillery and ammunition were sent later.
Who would have thought that a small country like Lundborg would have the upper hand on the battlefield?
Alger shook his head and picked up another pile of information about the northern coast of Fusac and some news about the Naga tribe. He flipped through it for a while, frowned little by little, picked up a pen, stood up and came to the hanging table.
In front of the wooden wall of charts, the pen with the cap still on is moving little by little on the chart.
Two or three minutes later, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes wandered over the chart, and he kept mumbling something.
"...That group of Nagas actually crossed the North Sea? From the east coast of Fusac to the west coast?"
He turned his attention to the notebook in his hand again, flipping it forward quickly with his right hand, coming to the earliest rumor, and saw the marked time.
"October 15th!"
That was the third day after the Fusac airship attacked Backlund!
Someone is driving the Nagas to join the war... Alger closed his notebook and looked at the western coast of Feneport. He was at sea, so these messages must be lagging behind. Now these Nagas are likely to have arrived at their target.
Place.
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Monasike Bay is the largest bay in the west of Feneport, and it is also the largest port. A large number of goods and ships are collected and distributed here every day. However, under the influence of the war, especially not long ago, the "Dread Viscount" Bird
Mustang attacked the nearby area, reducing the number of ships entering and exiting to less than one-tenth of the usual number.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With fewer ships, there will naturally be fewer warehouses rented out. The workers who make a living by guarding the warehouses will naturally have a decrease in income, or even be fired directly.
Alvaro makes a living by guarding the warehouse. He works for a small warehouse company. His boss is a stingy guy. In this case, he fired a large number of employees, leaving only him and another person guarding the warehouse.
An old man who is almost deaf.
Because the two of them have the lowest salary, they can barely survive. The only advantage is that they can live here directly without having to rent another house.
After eating some Fenebote noodles in the morning, Alvaro touched his belly and hummed an unknown song to prepare for today's inspection.
The warehouse he is in is already very close to the coast, and some goods that are afraid of moisture will not be there at all. In addition, the situation is not very good, and the warehouse is almost empty. The reason why people are arranged to guard it is because of the stingy man
The boss is afraid that someone will live in there secretly.
In less than ten minutes, he completed his inspection and went to the warehouse closest to the coast as usual. He took out the conch in his pocket and blew it softly into the vast sea. The sea breeze blew his empty left sleeve. The sound was not significant.
It sounds good, but it's almost his only pastime.
The sound suddenly stopped. Alvaro took the conch with his right hand and confirmed that he was not hallucinating. There was a huge sense of fear in his eyes.
He felt the earth shaking gently, but the amplitude was not large. But he, who had lived by the sea since childhood, knew that this was an earthquake under the sea, and earthquakes were often accompanied by tsunamis!
Holding the conch in his hand, he turned around and ran towards the warehouse, dragging the still dazed old man with him and running towards the nearest St. Solaya Church. He remembered that the tsunami had never flooded that church.
Before he arrived with the old man, he heard the huge bells ringing from the St. Solaya Church. This was a meaning that all the locals in Monasike knew well. A tsunami was coming, so everyone should quickly stay away from the coast to avoid it.
When he arrived at the church, he found that many people had gathered there, and the priest and pastor were already calming the panicked people.
…
On the coast, a five-meter-high wall has been erected, either made of soft sand, hard rock, or vines and thorns piercing the earth, winding for more than ten kilometers. But this is not enough, Monaxi
Kewan Bay has more than hundreds of kilometers of coastline. Even if it only counts the key areas, it is tens of kilometers long and cannot be defended at all.
Archbishop of Monasik, "Alchemist" Alberto looked at the white line in the distance with a livid face. With his power, he could only do this. Even if he handed over a "1" sealed artifact to a
Deacon can only expand a few more kilometers at most, and then he won't be able to do it at all.
As a demigod, a demigod of the "cultivator" path, he noticed the submarine earthquake when it first occurred. This was not a natural disaster, but man-made. Someone deliberately caused the submarine earthquake and created this tsunami.
.
For the upper echelons of Fenebaud, they naturally knew where the pirates who attacked coastal cities came from. However, they didn't take it too seriously. After all, apart from Nast, there was not even a second demigod.
If it weren't for the pirates' elusive whereabouts and Loen hiding behind them, they would have dispatched their troops northward without hesitation to attack Masi and Sehgal.
But the current situation of artificially creating submarine earthquakes and triggering tsunamis is really not within the acceptable range of Fenebaud. This violates the tacit understanding between the four countries of the Northern Continent. Unless it is on the battlefield, otherwise the demigods will not
Take action against ordinary people.
Otherwise, with the power of demigods, it is enough to cause a massacre in a city. It is not difficult for them to kill thousands of people at every turn. It is only a matter of time.
Could it be that guy Nast?
Looking at the approaching waves, Alberto secretly cursed the Loen people for being shameless. With a thought, he flew into the air, preparing to weaken some of the energy of the waves. But before he could take action, his frown relaxed.
Secretly he breathed a sigh of relief.
The turbulent seawater hit the mixed high wall with huge force, making a thunderous roar, but only sporadic seawater climbed over the high wall, and most of it retreated back to its original docile appearance.
According to Emperor Russell, this is called loud thunder and light rain... Alberto waved his arm, causing the five-meter-high wall to fall down again. The mud and sand collapsed, the rocks returned to their original appearance, and the vines and thorns quickly withered.
, turn into powder and blend into sea water.
The next wave of water swept over again, crossing the original position of the high wall, and continued to rush forward for about twenty meters. After exhausting its energy, it retreated again.
Alberto looked at the sea in the distance, knowing that this time was just a reminder. The next time it might not be like this, but a real devastating tsunami. There is no doubt that the person who caused this tsunami was Jean Fenet.
Porter was unable to go all out to increase reinforcements to the Central and Southern countries, and their energy was tied up here.
On another coast more than ten kilometers away, Rawls looked at the receding sea water and breathed a sigh of relief. It just met his expectations. It not only warned Fenebaud, but also did not create a real disaster.
If a tragedy really resulted, both the Feneport military and the Earth Mother Church would definitely launch corresponding retaliatory actions. That was not what he wanted to see.
In this world, some demigods have the same existence as nuclear weapons. They have super high mobility and the ability to attribute great power to themselves. In addition, there is no karma or inner demons as described in novels. They are
It truly far exceeds the deterrent power of nuclear weapons.
Of course, this kind of warning only applies to the Central and Southern Kingdoms and Feneport. If it is like Fusac and Roen, let alone a warning, destroying one or ten cities will not change anything. This kind of mutual interaction
The key to the existence of nuclear weapons is the situation of scruples. If everyone has the mentality of destroying the other party, then the most powerful nuclear weapons will be useless.
The problem of the alliance of the Central and Southern Nations has been solved, and now it's time for Roen... Rawls turned and looked in the direction of Backlund, where he had the opportunity to play the role of "Chaos Hunter" and send Govington to
Opportunities in the underworld.
Um?
Rawls raised his right hand, and a black inverted pyramid mark appeared on his palm. Driven by his own spirituality, he looked towards the violent sea.
"Origin Castle"?
…
Backlund, a postman on a bicycle stopped, turned his head slightly, and pressed the monocle on his right eye.
He immediately whispered to himself:
"Origin Castle...
After being stunned for a few seconds, the thin-faced young man curled his lips and smiled, his expression full of anticipation.
In the East District of the same city, in a rental house, figures hanging in mid-air swayed gently and made sounds at the same time:
"Origin Castle..."
Under the St. Samuel's Church, Leonard Mitchell, who was arranging tasks for his team members, suddenly heard a slightly older voice in his head: