pertwk Chapter 1916 The Arrogant Kardinal
Chapter 1916 The Arrogant Kardinal
Chapter 1916 The Arrogant Kardinal
On the vast open seas, several fleets of towering lumber vessels rode through gallantly. "Hee-Ho! Hee-Ho!" The Holy Battlefords stood before the many rowing captives, whipping and ordering them about with blood shot eyes. The slaves had no way to resist, paddling even faster for fear that the devilish whip would fall on them. The tension, the pressure and the heat all bundled up in one could make anyone faint in a split second. However, these rowers knew that should they dare to faint at this time, their bodies would get thrown overboard, never to be seen or heard of again. "Hee-Ho! Hee-Ho!" Such simple expressions had magical effects in the ears of the slaves. Their hands couldn't stop quivering, their bodies became obedient and their bodies grew more active, rowing away while knowing their very existence depended on it. Above the desperate rowers, were several burly and heavy men with all sorts of weapons, running across the floors in large strides. Almost there... almost there... Despite not being able to see the outside world, they knew they were getting close to land. Yes... it appears their master's were here to cause chaos once more, in this already cruel and chaotic Hertfilian world. While rowing, several people already knew that today would be their last days in this world. What fate do you expect for slave rowers heading out in battle? If the ships are sunk, their master's will flee, leaving them chained up here to sink and drown into the abyss below. If their master's survived and won the war, it still didn't mean they would survive as well. The enemy might first try taking all rowers out so their masters won't have a chance of fleeing. This is also one of the reasons why their master's leave a portion of people to guard the ships. One must always have an escape route in case of retreat. .
All in all, no matter how one looks at the situation, their chances of survival were quite slim. Several rowers in silence, staring at their bulging hands in a daze. 'So this is it?... This is how I die in Hertfilia?' Hahahahahaha~
Several people laughed bitterly after knowing what fate they would soon face. In the meantime, the many archers, Spearman and other infantry units were now standing in the hallways, stairways and on the decks, ready for action once they dock. On the main ship leading the fleet, stood a broad shouldered man in Holy Blue priest-like garments and a long pointy but well-decorated priestly hat. The man was quite good looking, with his left arm visibly longer than his right arm. One could say this was a burying effect, but in battle, the pros justly outweighed the cons, allowing him to rise up to greater heights than any expected. Kardinal Tumi in his Blue priestly garments, stood tall on his balcony, staring at the ever-growing land ahead. Before, it was a dot of land, but now, it was as large as a hill. Tumi nodded towards a Holy Monkard below, who in turn looked to several others far above in the sails. "What do you see?"
"Sir, no threats, no actions on land." Good... good... good... It was the dead of night, past curfew time. .
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Several Zalipnians stood on towering trees that were built on tall slopes, hills, and terrains. They loved the treehouse notion they saw in several Baymardian backyards, where kids climb on for adventure. What's more, after training in Baymardian and understanding some basic skills, they also understood the importance of 'hiding in plain sight.'
Thus, liking the concept, they began building treehouses of their own on high places and covered them with trees, leaves and foliage for camouflage.
It was summer time. The stars were pregnant, the skies devoid of any clouds and the night so clear they could see several miles of open seas surrounding them. Several guards looked out with calm expressions that soon cracked into paler ones when seeing the incredulous fleet fast approaching. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Sound the alarms!
Sound the alarms!