“As we speak, he is leading a force of dozens of men to attack the Ferry of Boulogne. The flood there is receding, and as long as he controls it, a gap will be opened in the rebel encirclement.

"This place is not far from us, and its importance is self-evident. The rebels launched a crazy attack and had to disperse the force attacking us. They were repulsed by Griffith three times and launched counterattacks three times. Before dinner, from

A small number of reinforcements from the east have arrived, and Griffith has held his position."

There were soft cheers in the hall, and several students clenched their fists excitedly.

Griffith is great! Sonia quietly tapped the ground with her toes under the table.

“So, we have to hold on to this castle,” Isius continued to explain. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the water near Beit Castle.

 “What’s wrong?” everyone asked.

 “We have guests,” replied the viscount.

Nona hurriedly rushed into the hall and shouted: "Come and support me, there are mutated monsters outside!"

 …

 Monsters that have never been seen before appear on the water.

They had heads and bodies covered with lizard-like scales, strong long tails, and sharp claws. They swam from the water to the castle without taking a boat. Soon, they climbed onto the shoal and stood up, staring at the castle with ferocious red eyes.

Growling in a low voice, its mouth full of fangs like a wolf or a vicious dog.

Their arms are extremely strong, their palms are webbed, their gills bulge and contract from time to time like frogs, their shiny blue scales are like monitor lizards, but their hind limbs are short and almost molted, and their long tails like giant pythons support their bodies on the sand.

It moves like a snake, with the vertical pupils of a dragon in its red eyes.

 What’s even more astonishing is that their scales in the water take on a dark tone, but turn to yellowish brown when they climb onto the yellow mudflats.

Unknown monsters make people shudder, like a bad joke played by the gods, randomly kneading the characteristics of many different creatures together, exuding a chaotic and evil atmosphere.

Sonia looked at the ferocious and twisted monsters in horror, unable to imagine how they could appear here.

  She felt dizzy and her will was traumatized. However, the madness she had been exposed to during this period of time gave her resistance and withstood the impact.

There are seven or eight such monsters on the shoal, and further away under the water there is a terrifying giant shadow slowly swimming, which is more than ten times the size of the monster on the shore, completely blocking the way to the east.

waterway.

 “When did it appear?”

"Just now," Nona replied, "there were signs of fierce fighting in the direction of Boulogne Ferry, and then a group of rebels were defeated from there. Originally, I thought the siege was finally relieved, but the rebels soon reappeared.

After rushing over, these monsters also appeared in the water."

“That’s their commander.” Nona suddenly raised her hand and pointed.

There is a small boat further away, with the figures of two young men, one tall and one short, standing on top of it. Under the turbid water, lurks a terrifying dragon-shaped monster. Its size is larger than its counterparts in the water, and it is ferocious and terrifying.

The dragon's head, astonishingly powerful arms, towering dorsal fin and python-like long tail make up its terrifying body.

It holds a huge trident, which is no different from the mythical deep sea monster.

"Don't panic, Sonia, they are the Westeros special combat technical force. Griffith encountered them on Neopolis Island," Isius said with a calm face, "They were recruited by

Young soldiers used as experimental subjects, an army composed of orphans from Verona.

“If they came to attack us, they should just kill Griffith directly. However, they did not do that.

 “I’m going to talk to them, Murat, follow me.”

 …

Under the protection of Murat, Isius walked across the muddy ground and approached the monsters. The classmates were sweating on the castle, watching them like two pieces of meat steak heading towards the mouths of a group of vicious dogs.

 The chaotic and twisted long-tailed monitor lizard roared horribly around him, and would rush up to tear them apart at any time. Murat held the halberd tightly, ready for a fight to the death at any time.

 Two humans among the monsters also walked towards them. The leader was wearing a shabby military uniform and looked at the viscount with provocative eyes.

"Hello, I am Viscount Isius de Crozier. You must be Sergeant Oscar, and this person next to you is Mr. Mika. I have admired both of you for a long time."

“Yes, it seems that you are very well informed, Your Majesty the Viscount,” Oscar said with a smile, “Then I advise you and your friends not to make unnecessary resistance and surrender to us immediately.”

"Surrender, that's not enough," Isius said with a smile, "Our situation is not that bad. My friend Griffith has just led the reinforcements to capture Boulogne Ferry. At most, we can hold on until the day after tomorrow. Then we will

Be rescued."

"Oh, really?" Oscar showed his sharp teeth and ordered to the terrifying creature underwater not far away, "Go and bring over the head of our old acquaintance, the apprentice knight of Griffith."

"There's no need to bluff," Isius said calmly, as if he was chatting with a friend. His voice was so penetrating that people couldn't help but want to believe him. "If you weren't at the end of your rope, how could you defect?

To the rebel side?

“I felt the unparalleled power and madness, as well as the chaos that was about to tear apart everything in front of me,

“You guys, time is running out, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the short Mika rushed forward. His body was as fast as lightning, and a scimitar emerged from his right elbow, slashing towards Isius.

 “Bang!”

In the midst of the flash of swords and shadows, Murat used his halberd to block it, and then swung his halberd downwards.

 Mika stepped sideways, pressed lightly on the halberd, and then pulled out a silver scimitar with his left hand and swiped it towards Shutoral's neck.

The sharp blade split open the gauntlet, but was blocked by Murat's raised right hand and failed to hurt the vital part. At the same time, Murat dropped the halberd, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand behind his back, and pulled out a dagger with his left hand to stab him in the eye socket.

go.

 “That’s it!”

  Isius and Oscar shouted at the same time.

  Murat and Mica were like two statues in the confrontation, and they stopped at the same time.

"Enough blood has been shed, young soldier," Isius shook his head, "your lives should not be lost for such a ridiculous war. Come on, come and walk with me."

 After saying that, Isius walked alone to the edge of the deserted shallows.

 Oscar looked at Murat and the others who were still in a stalemate, shrugged his shoulders and followed.

 …

Isius stroked his silver mask:

“I know there is a way to suppress your mutations. Although it cannot be eradicated, it can give you more time and possibility.”

“Oh,” Oscar responded, “that doesn’t impress me. My brothers are being tortured by madness and mutation, and may do terrible things at any time.”

 “I know it,” Isius’s words were enigmatic, “I know it.

 “I know the cure.”

 Oscar looked at him indifferently.

 Isius’s words were calm and sincere:

“Suppressing the characteristics of madness is not easy and is a fatal poison for most people. However, a peaceful life can slow down this process or even reverse it.

“You must resist the distortion caused by madness, and find the coordinates to anchor yourself in the chaos to stop the process of destruction. Then, I can help you coexist with this power.

 “This will take time, let me help you.”

“Why can I trust you? The mage in the rebel army also said he can help us. Who should I trust?” Oscar asked.

"The rebel wizard, even if what he said is true, so what? Do you think they can win?" Isius asked, "It won't take long for Bijelan's reinforcements to arrive. The number of rebels wearing armor will be

There are not many, and there are no heavy cavalry, so we can't resist for long. By then, no matter how good the treatment plan is, it will be like a mirror to you."

"This idea is quite common," Oscar shrugged. "Those nobles who were killed by us must have thought so too, and in the end they couldn't even survive a day."

 Isius took two steps forward, came to Oscar's side, and whispered:

“Don’t waste any more time. I don’t force you to join our side to fight. You can leave here with your people and watch the victory or defeat from a distance.

“Young soldier, you and your people are more than just chess pieces on this chessboard.

“When this little rebellion is over, there will be a power vacuum here.”

Isius's wand slashed through the air, and the mud and water on the ground condensed into models of castles and manors: "The rebellion wiped out all the nobles here, and it will take time for the new arrivals to adapt. So, I don't plan to give it to you.

Gold and silver, I will give you this."

 The young Viscount spread his hands.

"This?" Oscar also spread his hands and tilted his head towards the other party, "What is this?"

“Peaceful and normal life in the farms and mines of the fertile Vero River Basin.”

Isius said: "The rebellion will tear the nobles here apart. My family will enter this area after the rebellion subsides. With the support of the king and the Senate, as well as the family's wealth, I will buy the abandoned ruins at a low price.

Lord of the land. You, young soldiers, can become my partners if you have no crimes worth pursuing.

“We can clear the obstacles together. You have a share of the agricultural production and trade income here.

“Oscar, from now on, you will no longer be others’ puppets and tools, and you can truly control your own destiny.

 “Don’t let you stay in the misery and pain of the past, don’t, stop.”

Oscar was silent. He walked slowly along the sand table, ran his fingers over each sign, slowly raised it and placed it on the Viscount's shoulder, and whispered into his ear:
Chapter completed!