I will be crowned king

Beluga Harbor, Pier.

The black-blue tide, accompanied by the surging wind and snow, rolled up ice cubes and foam mixed with dazzling reflections, and slammed into the towering coast under the lead-gray dome, making a sound comparable to the firing of hundreds of cannons.

It's like there is a force roaring angrily towards the land covered by ice and snow. It sacrifices one's life time and time again, and is shattered to pieces in front of the pale "barrier" again and again, leaving only a lament like a grand symphony, sighing. That indescribable power.

The stars and lights lit up in the kingdom ruled by ice and snow, so weak that they seemed to be swept away by the strong wind at any time; but they were never extinguished, quietly monitoring the wildly rushing coast.

"The sentries have been arranged for three shifts, each with about 300 people. The rest are stationed nearby as a reserve team."

A deep voice sounded in front of the pier, and the figure of the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment emerged little by little in the wind and snow that made it invisible, coupled with his self-explanatory grumbling expression:

"I really don't understand... Do you know that just because of this order, the soldiers of the two infantry regiments almost hate you?"

Alexey muttered and looked at Norton Crosell, who had his back turned to him; if this guy hadn't insisted, he and everyone should be staying in the warm military camp now, or else it would be a banquet in the city center - anyway, not You should be freezing in this damn place!

Standing on the edge of the pier, Norton narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the restless sea. The snow on his shoulders had already been soaked into ice; if it weren't for the mist spitting out of the corners of his mouth, he would have looked like an ice sculpture.

"What did you find?" Alexey walked up to him and asked.

Although he was full of complaints, he understood that the other party must have a reason for doing so; the officers of the Storm Division (oh, now it is the Legion) more or less have their own little secrets (especially the Commander-in-Chief himself), Alek Xie himself is no exception.

"No, nothing."

The commander of the Third Corps replied without raising his head, frowning more and more: "But this is the most wrong thing."

"Uh...why do you say that?"

"Because of the weather."

"weather?"

"This is winter in December. Not to mention the Ice Dragon Fjord, the entire rough sea area should have been frozen; but according to the previous batches of immigrants, the latest ship to depart from North Port even arrived in December - —Because the weather in the Old World has been unusually hot this year.”

Norton pointed at the tumbling waves and empty sea surface, and said very uncertainly: "If that's true, do you think Beluga Harbor will be so...calm this year?"

"Well, I really don't think your definition of 'calm' is as broad."

Looking along the opponent's right hand, which was about to freeze, Alexey's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "But I understand what you mean - if the situation is true, the Ice Dragon Fjord should be full by now. Bodies and shipwrecks came with the high tide."

"Exactly!"

Norton nodded slightly and exhaled a breath of mist in a nervous manner: "So there must be something happening on the rough sea that we don't know; and I'm worried that that 'power' might spread to Beluga Harbor."

"You mean..."

Alexey slowly looked back and found that Norton was also turning his gaze towards him; the two people with tense faces looked at each other, but both pursed their lips, trying to get the answer from each other's eyes.

"Are we...thinking the same thing?"

"I don't know!" Alexey quickly shook his head:

"But I really hope not!"

"Me too." Norton swallowed hard:

"But if it is true, we must report the intelligence to the commander in chief as soon as possible."

Norton's inner uneasiness was extremely high at this time... He did get some information through the internal channels of the Truth Society, but most of them were just rumors or rumors; if they were all true, then the New World would probably be over in a year. It will be destroyed tens of thousands of times.

However, this time the situation seems to be a little bit special.

Endless clouds rolled up from the horizon covered by wind and snow, sweeping toward the land with a biting chill; vaguely mixed with a different kind of atmosphere; more direct, purer, and more... profound than ice and snow.

At some point, the two men looked at each other with much more serious eyes.

This feeling is strange and familiar, and I have only experienced it once very briefly; when I left Beigang and headed to the new world to cross the turbulent sea and storm.

"Go to the council and report the situation."

Alexey spoke first, and he had already pulled out the sword from his waist with a face filled with complaints just now; in the howling wind and snow, the narrow blade of the sword glowed with a faint bright red.

"I'll leave now."

Regardless of his body that was about to freeze, Norton set off decisively - the matter was obviously beyond the normal scope, and it was no longer a trouble that two talented people could easily solve.

He now only hopes that the situation is not as exaggerated as the rumors, but that some old god sect organizations in the new world are blind and dare to cause trouble on the territory designated by the Luen family, instead of...

"boom----"

Thinking stopped abruptly at this moment.

Norton, who was stopped by the loud noise, suddenly looked back. The first thing he caught was Alexey frozen in place with his mouth open, and then he felt that he seemed to be enveloped by a shadow.

It wasn't until he raised his head high that he saw the true face of the shadow:

A ship...a ​​dilapidated battleship with no sails and only one mast left. The mud-covered battleship rushed out of the water like a breathing whale and appeared in the harbor of Beluga Harbor!

"boom----"

There was another thunderous noise, and the exploding seawater turned into a majestic heavy rain. Thousands of raindrops turned into long and thin silver needles in the air, hitting the pier shrouded in wind and snow.

The two people who were frozen in place were instantly covered and attacked by countless ice needles, and the almost continuous cracking sound turned into a magnificent and sweet concerto; the broken battleship ferociously smashed into the water again, setting off huge waves again, washing the ice and snow coast.

Feeling the oppression that hit his face, Alexey, who was almost suffocating, subconsciously tightened his grip on the handle of the knife; he lowered his head and found that the reddish blade had returned to normal and was even covered with a thin layer of ice.

As if he realized something, the stiff-faced commander of the Second Infantry Regiment slowly moved his eyes upward; almost at the same time, some kind of low movement, as if coming from the belly of a vicious beast, sounded in the air.

Above the dilapidated battleship, a cannon covered in moss and rust was pointed right at him.

Alexey's pupils suddenly shrank.

“Boom——!!!”

……………………

Pushing open the door of the conference room, Anson walked straight into the empty room with a heavy face; the little clerk who followed him immediately closed the door from the outside and stood motionless in the middle.

In the huge conference room, there were only three people, Anson, Carl Bain and Louis Bernard.

After confirming that there were no footsteps outside, Anson immediately turned to look at his adjutant: "Is the news true?"

"Absolutely true!"

Karl's expression was extremely nervous: "This is the information sent back by the soldiers of the Guard Company - Lisa and another young girl went to the port; as expected, it should be the elf lady."

The chief of staff secretly glanced at the young knight next to him. Of course he knew who Freya was, but he deliberately did not say her name clearly. After seeing that Louis' expression did not change at all, he relaxed slightly.

"If it's... Freya, then something must have happened at the port." Louis paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal:

"Freya is very confident. If she really takes action without notifying her, it means that the situation has become so dangerous that even she is not sure that it can be solved. And in the direction of the port, it can definitely threaten her. I'm afraid only one……"

Lord of the Abyss... Ansen's expression turned extremely ugly, and the situation was developing in the direction he least wanted to see.

It's not that he didn't think that the other party would make a comeback, Thalia even reminded him of this; in other words, in order to prevent the other party from targeting the White Whale Port, she made a special trip to the Winter Torch City from the White Whale Port, hoping to draw the attention of the gravekeeper. Attracted there.

After all, Winter Torch City is inland and located on the top of a mountain. The cost of a real conflict is much lower than that at Beluga Port on the coast. At the same time, it can avoid the opponent's "home field", which is more beneficial to her.

But the result didn't seem to be what he wanted.

"Are the people from the Harold Foundation here?"

Anson asked again... Although the hope was slim, assuming that the previous attacks on Beluga Harbor and himself were ordered by the Gravekeeper, Ian and the three of them might have some information that they did not have.

"He came, but...he disappeared after he came." Karl nodded and subconsciously glanced out the window:

"I asked several people at the banquet, including Reinhard Roland, but no one has seen them... They are probably hiding in a lounge or smoking room. If you want to call them, you have to send someone to find them..."

"No need."

Anson shook his head. He just needed to be sure that the other party was coming. It didn't matter where he was hiding. After all, Ian Clemens was not an ordinary cunning guy. He had to be wary of the possibility that he would sense danger and run away in advance.

After the Faithless Knights were completely destroyed, there was not much money left to blackmail him; the more times like this, the more vigilant it was to be alert to the movements of such unstable elements - and to have an escape plan if necessary.

"I'm going to leave immediately to see what's going on at the port."

The young knight stepped forward and said to Anson seriously: "Do you have any plans?"

Although it was a question, Louis Bernard's tone was completely unquestionable; if he remained silent, Anson had no doubt that he would act alone.

"Don't get excited and wait a moment." Anson could only try his best to comfort him: "Now the Second and Third Infantry Regiments are at the port. If there is any abnormality, they will immediately send information; we must first solve the problem in the parliament. Those people must try to avoid riots beyond our control."

"You were there the night of the Sail City rebellion. There are some things that I don't need to tell you about what will happen...right?"

The young knight did not answer his question, but his right hand holding the handle of the knife was obviously slightly loosened.

Anson nodded slightly - before he came, he had already sent someone to inform Fabian at the headquarters that the Grenadier Regiment would enter the city in a quarter of an hour. With the assistance of the Promise Keepers militia, many things would be easier to deal with. hands and feet.

Assuming that the Lord of the Abyss really comes in person, there is not much anyone in the entire White Whale Port can do, including the Elf Queen of Iser; instead of rushing around, it is better to solve the problem first.

So what we have to do now is to pretend that nothing happened, stabilize our emotions, let the guard company at the banquet control the situation, wait for the troops entering the city to control the streets, and then consider what to do...

"Um?"

The dead silence in the conference room made Carl Bain's involuntary question very abrupt; Anson, whose thoughts were interrupted, raised his head and looked at the adjutant who was standing by the window at some point: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing...no, I, I just feel like something is not quite right."

The chief of staff had a confused look on his face. He turned back to the two of them and pointed at the window that puzzled him: "Don't you feel like...it's too dark outside?"

Anson and Louis looked at each other and looked in the direction pointed by Carl; the snowy and windy Beluga Harbor had been completely shrouded in night at some point; the starry sky was completely covered by lead-gray dark clouds, and not a single bit of light could be seen in the entire world.

"That's wrong!" The young knight was the first to notice the problem: "This is wrong!"

"Normally, even if it's dark and snowy, it shouldn't be so dark that you can't see any light; I'm not very clear, but I can vaguely feel it, I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, the few lights in the conference room suddenly became unstable, flickering on and off, leaving long shadows on the wall.

Gritting his teeth, the young knight looked at Anson and the two with an extremely ugly expression, and even looked a little ferocious under the rapidly flashing lights:

"...Shadow Demon."

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Alexey's eyes widened. Just when he was about to be blown into pieces by a cannonball, Norton, who was about to leave, suddenly hugged himself from behind, and while blocking himself underneath, he opened a hemispherical barrier.

The roaring forty-eight-pound solid bullets scraped against the edge of the barrier, exploding a smoke-emitting pit beside the two of them; not a single particle of the flying dust fell on them, and the moment they came into contact with the barrier, they were Disappeared without a trace.

"Are you OK?"

Norton's words rang in his ears, and his pale face was already covered with beads of sweat - it was obvious that the blood power he had just released had taken a lot from him.

"It's okay!" Alexey didn't refuse. He caught the other person's extended right hand and regained his senses instantly; but the look of horror on his face still didn't dissipate: "That ghost ship..."

"We have to retreat first!" Norton said out of breath:

"Quickly, blow the assembly horn quickly, ask the soldiers on guard to leave the shore quickly, and then find a way to notify...notify..."

Before he could finish his words, another extremely familiar, loud sound suddenly came from the wind and snow behind him, causing both of them to freeze in place:

"Oh wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!..."