Vol 2 Chapter 637: beach

Autumn has come. After six weeks of waiting, William can’t wait for him to decide to set sail against the wind. After months of careful planning, especially after the spies from England used the north wind to return to Normandy, the opposite has been dissolved. After the news that the army was basically undefended, he had to take a gamble. He knew that time was running out, so he sent all his power from the safe harbor to the rough sea.
"Is everything ready for Lao Tzu?" William asked the adjutant who came to report on his flagship.
"Yes, the Duke, the horses and soldiers are already equipped. Normandy is proud of you. We have assembled an army here that Charlemagne can be proud of." The adjutant does not count as patting his lord's horse. Fart, the parchment letter in front of Duke William was written in a parchment that was left behind and well-preserved for the aristocracy's naval obligations. It recorded William and his fourteen barons and his duchess Matilda. The contribution of 777 warships, together with other temporary collection ships, brought the total number of ships commanded by the Duke William to more than 1,000, and the number of conscripts reached 14,000.
Although the soldiers had a lot of criticism about this, they could only obey the king's orders. The battleships set sail, and the helmsman almost used their best to control the direction of the battleship. In the gray sky, the three-eyed shadow raven captured the scene on the sea.
After putting the last gem in his hand into his pocket, Alan stood up and stretched out. From the eyes of the three-eyed raven in the shadows, he knew that William's grand plan was on the verge of breaking, if not for it. It was one of the hardships before the opponent conquered England. Allen almost suspected that the illegitimate son Duke was cursed by the goddess of doom played by Rowena.
Knowing that the other party had already started to act, Allen asked himself to teleport to the south of England, but it was not the Isle of Wight but Dover who was preparing to suffer a disaster under the raging winds. one stop.
On the white cliffs of Dover, the symbol of England, Alan Harris looked out at the sea, and under his feet was a three-mile white cliff. The highest point of the cliff reaches 110 meters and is composed of fine-grained limestone. Looking at England from the European continent, the most conspicuous thing is this beautiful white cliff.
And Allen was obviously not in the mood to watch this beautiful scenery at this time. He frowned and looked at it for a while, because Allen unexpectedly discovered that even though it was sailing very slowly against the wind, William's fleet was still sailing smoothly at this time. William would pay a heavy price for his arbitrariness as recorded in history, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.
As time progressed and the William fleet approached, Allen finally understood what Ravenclaw meant to endure evil. His original plan was to use these Normans to die under the power of nature before going there. Picking one is cheap, but the current situation reminds Allen of a knowledge and spell he learned on the Nether scroll before, plus the slavery gem he made for his own use of the Vikings, and finally made him aware of himself. It is the actual participants of these few pieces of history.
Through the sight of the three-eyed raven in the shadows, Alan could look at the faces under the dense Norman nose helmets. He recalled the era he belonged to, the whole wizarding world because of the mysterious people and the gangs of Death Eaters under him. The level of horror created by the nature of the gang can be horrified all day long. Even the number of people in the battle in the Department of Mysteries cannot be compared with the number of live lives on the ship.
Letting himself walk to the edge of the cliff, Alan opened his mouth to cast a spell, but just after getting up, he dispelled the magic that had just been accumulated. He pursed his lips and lowered his head and wiped the sweat with his hand. A Norman with light blond hair calmed Alan, he took a deep breath, and then strengthened his faith.
No longer hesitating, Alan held his wand in one hand and let it stand on the edge of the cliff, and the other hand stretched out to the sky, following the obscure but magical essence of rune spells uninterrupted From Alan’s mouth, magical power visible to the naked eye surged around him.
As this long process of ritual magic was carried out, dark clouds with crackling lightning gradually converged around Allen. These dark clouds gathered and became more powerful, rotating around Allen and the staff. A huge circular vortex formed in front of him, like a small typhoon eye, and began to slowly rise towards the sky of the English Channel.
This is a legendary world weaving spell called Marvin invented by ancient Netheril wizards. Although it is far less powerful than the meaning of its name, it can temporarily change the weather in an area. Netheril people Through hundreds of casts by multiple wizards, it is even possible to permanently change the climate of an area. Through this method, one's own land is more suitable for planting and the enemy's field becomes desert.
Alan, who was in the middle of the vortex, kept repeating the spell. He maintained this spell and strengthened the storm that was gradually formed in the sky as it became thicker and wider.
The sea was roaring and the turbulent waves shattered into a large vortex of sprays, like a calm ocean surface being violently hit. This was really a disaster. William's lips on the boat kept moving, praying for God's blessing.
The soldiers didn't have such good concentration. They panicked, and many people shouted loudly: "The storm is coming, the ship is going to sink, the ship is going to sink!"
The battleship was rolling on the top of the waves, and the storm stirred up a huge vortex on the sea. About one-third of the ships were overturned one by one and caught in the huge vortex, while the remaining fleet was panicking. Ran eastward.
Even a soldier who happened to jump into the sea before the ship capsized, even if not counting the suction of the whirlpool, no matter whether he could swim or not, the final result of falling into the water that was hitting a huge wave in a stormy weather would only be lost to the bottom of the sea.
Soldiers who can swim are still struggling in the sea and whirlpools, waving their arms and flapping the water, their feet are constantly kicking in the sea, and the turbulent bitter sea continues to pour into their throats, and they are finally submerged by the sea. After surfacing again, they were at a loss. They realized that struggling with all their strength was useless, and at best it would only delay the time of death.
At the moment when they lost consciousness, many soldiers saw the wizards who were covered in black aura, wore weird robes and wielded a staff floating high above the whirlpool. Although Allen in the high air seemed to exude an icy breath of death, the hopeful soldiers reached out to the devil in front of them with infinite attachment to life.
It’s just that Alan, who is floating high in the sky, did not see such a scene. He did not look at the purgatory-like scene below from beginning to end~EbookFREE.me~ He just maintained his toughness and coldness, quietly Listening to the wailing in the sea breeze, when the owner of the sound passed away, try to absorb the souls of these soldiers who were killed by the storm and avoid wasting them.
Until the last faint shout disappeared, the sky full of dark clouds finally came from a fire that was more dazzling than lightning.
William, Duke of Normandy, lost many ships and his men as a result. Not only did he fail to cross the strait, he was forced to stop at the port of Saint Valéry in France, 140 miles to the east.
The frustrated William arrived at a low residence after setting up the remaining ships and men. He threw his helmet on the wooden table in frustration, and the dimly lit room was just like his depression and anger at this time.
"If you have offended you while serving you, please make it clear to your servant that this is for you, a battle of ups and downs in your name, but you have given up and tortured..." confessed to the idol William had to admit that things could have been better for them, but in fact they are now on the verge of despair.
In this storm, William lost more than 300 ships and thousands of men. William sighed after removing all his equipment. Although they are indeed closer to England now, the headwind is still prevailing and he is still on the other side of the English Channel.
Severely hit by the storm caused by Allen, watching the stronger north wind make William’s dream of succession to the throne of England a nightmare, he prayed for a long time in the church every day, and watched the weathervane on the church from time to time. Wind direction to be observed,
Tears often slid across the cheeks of William, who now maintains the goal with only the last bit of conviction—although in fact this disaster and delay gave the Grand Duke of Normandy a big advantage.