Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 72 Nalanni IV (2)

"Master Bretor." Nalanni nodded in response.

The head of the Broken Soul Knights "Star Hunter" Bretor has short ginger hair and is in his early 40s.

His brows were sharp and his brown eyes were fierce.He has a straight nose and full lips, and he always has a high-spirited look.

Bretor wore green cotton armor, and on the wrists of both hands were gilded bracers carved with screaming heads.

"Forgive us for starting before you came." Star Hunter said sorry, but there was no trace of politeness in his tone.

He raised his head slightly and looked down at Nalanni with his brown eyes. Bretor would not bow his head to anyone, and maybe he would not know how to be humble until he saw Imnacha Apolion.

"Master Alaron." Nalanni ignored Bretor, turned around and nodded to the leader of the Scarlet Knights on the other side of the round table.

"Commander Nalanni." "Ya Swan" Alaron bowed politely, "We haven't discussed much, and you came just in time."

Alaron, who was in his late twenties, was about the same height as Nalanni, about six feet and two inches apart.

He tied up his long light brown hair, and had a pair of black eyes, which were kind but not weak.

He was dressed in a red velvet gown with a black cape, and his straight neck made him look like an elegant swan.

"Lord Alaron, what's the situation in Fort Shasheng recently?" Nalanni asked.

"Wayne Thorpe and his men have been quiet this year." Alaron replied, "The villages near Fort Sasan have not been looted this year.
The expedition team of 'Three Fingers' was discovered by my scout captain Tai Lan's patrol team and defeated in one fell swoop. There are still 37 sea robbers waiting for ransom in the prison of Shasheng Castle. "

"Will the pirates still pay the ransom?" Nalanni asked curiously. "They can always find more criminals and scum in their cities."

"It all depends on whether this gray captain values ​​his subordinates," Alaron pouted, "Anyway, if Three Fingers doesn't pay the ransom, we will execute these prisoners before they rot in the prison."

"All in all, good news," Nalanni said. "A stable southern coast will surely please the Holy King."

"However, my men detected Wayne Thorpe's 'Drunken Rose' and other pirate ships sailing from the port of Cattears."

Alaron added with some concern, "They should be wandering in the Rift Sea now. I have already written to inform Starfall City. I hope that Commander Gan Luola can send his fleet to track down their whereabouts."

"We have more important topics to discuss now." Bretor, who was ignored by Nalanni, reminded them sullenly, "There is still a castle waiting for us to capture."

"Of course, Weigel." Nalanni walked to the round table and asked Weigel to introduce the situation of the battle to them.

"My lords." Weigel placed the stone on the table on the location of the prophesied city on the map.

"The Prophecy City where we are now is about 150 miles away from the Blood Oath Fort occupied by the slave rebels. If we spend more time marching every day, we can arrive in ten days."

"Lord Alaron, where is the Scarlet Knights stationed now?" Nalanni asked Ya Swan.

"The west side of the Prophecy City is along the Fuzhu River, about twelve miles away." Alaron replied.

"Where's the Soulless Knights?"

"To the south, about eight miles, along the Baixi River." Bretor said.

"Archbishop Gironche has told me the approximate number of your army, and my people are ready," Nalanni said, "four thousand seven hundred and ninety two infantry, seven hundred and twenty five knights, plus other entourage, a total of About 790 people."

"Tsk, 500 people?" Bretor smacked his lips, "Master Nalanni, the Holy Land of Prophecy is your domain, and Lord Alaron and I have led troops to support the Knights of Prophecy. If you send more troops than There are few of us, so it’s unreasonable, right?”

"The cities around Amberia and the barren mountains need to be protected, and the local defenders are not enough to resist Solman Salas' troops." Nalanni explained.

"Solman, his slaves, and the tribal people have no way to break through the high wall, so there is no need for your caution." Bretor disagreed.

"Have you forgotten how Dongsheng Fort and Dawn Fort fell, Lord Bretor?" Nalanni asked.

"That's a completely different matter," Bretor's eyelids twitched, "Dongsheng Fort and Dawn Fort were captured because the slaves who built them secretly left secret passages leading to the outside of the city walls during the construction process, so that Salman Salas had a chance to take advantage of the rebellion."

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years, Lord Bretor." Alaron advised.

"Anyway, it's all a mess of the Prophecy Holy Order, and now Lord Shengjun wants us to help wipe his ass." Bretor said disdainfully, "Where's Hagmar and his Atonement Knights? Why didn't they come?"

So many people will only eat up the food and grass she has stored, Nalani thought, the pampered Imnacha doesn't understand war at all, sending so many knights to concentrate on attacking the fortress is better than transporting the army to the east coast by boat go up.

"Didn't you hear, Lord Bretor?" Alaron said, "Lord Hagmar is busy dealing with matters in the south. It is said that the villages of the Holy Land of Redemption under the Tyrant Mountain Range have been harassed by the Demis."

"The Demis? When did they become interested in the villages of the Holy Empire?" Nalanni frowned. "They have been staying in their deserts and mountains."

"It's not just the desert and the mountains," Alaron denied, "their footprints are all over the south of the Tyrant Mountain Range, the Free League, the Black Moon Land, the Lost Land, and even the farther east."

"Are they restless?" Nalanni asked.She hadn't seen any Daimi people in the holy collar of prophecy.

"I don't know about that, Lord Nalanni." Alaron shook his head, "The Archbishop of Limurita told me about their history. They used to be the masters of the wetlands. Maybe they want to regain the lost land gone."

"That was all thousands of years ago," Nalanni denied, "I don't think they will still be obsessed with it."

"People in the Desert of Unbelievers are still using slings and clubs. What is there to be afraid of?" Bretor said contemptuously. "The more people come, the more slaves will come."

"Some of them learned the most evil magic in the depths of the jungle in the land of the black moon, using children as sacrifices, and using the tongue of a virgin as a medium for their bloody rituals..." Alaron said with some fear, "Holy Day bless you , the evil spirits recede..."

"I believe all these unsubstantiated things, are you a three-year-old child?" Bretor spat.

(End of this chapter)