After that, there was a long silence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anna's eyes were not as calm as he had imagined, and in the wordless gaze, there was an undercurrent surging under the azure surface of the lake, and there was worry and fear in it, but more determination - which was why her expression was so determined.

As time passed, this feeling intensified.

Roland finally realized that he probably couldn't convince her.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, but you have to grant me one request. ”

"You say. ”

"If something happens on the battlefield...... Roland licked his lips, "I mean, I'm unfortunate ......"

"If that happens, I'll leave the North immediately," Anna said bluntly.

Roland couldn't help but be stunned.

"Are you worried that I will take revenge on the Church and end up with my life?" she rubbed his cheek, "Nightingale and Ash are the only way to do that. I will return to the Westside as soon as possible, and then take all those willing to follow you to the Isle of Sleep, where I will put down roots and continue the fight against the Holy City. Your Majesty, as much as I would like to be with you, I know that you do not want to see this. "So I can promise you that until the world you want comes, I will continue to walk in your place, until witches and ordinary people can live together without restraint." ”

He didn't answer, and he didn't need to answer...... Anna has grown beyond his imagination, and this is already the best reward for coming into this world.

She reached out and unbuttoned Roland's shirt.

Needless to say.

The two hugged and fell over on the bed.

Black Fire pulled down the curtains and set aside his clothes and bedding, and fate was firmly connected at this moment, as evidenced by the stars in the sky.

......

Two days later, Roland gave his final speech in the square.

After a year and a half of development, the former frontier town no longer exists, replaced by the bustling and busy Neverwinter, the people's lives have changed dramatically, and Roland's prestige has risen to an unprecedented height.

"Good morning, my lords," he said, rising to the podium and greeted with an overwhelming cheer.

"Long live the King!"

"Long live Your Majesty Roland!"

There is no need for echoes or any agitation, people consciously and enthusiastically let out a call full of respect, waving their hands like a surging ocean.

It was a quarter of an hour before the sound subsided.

"You should already know," Roland said in a deep voice, looking around at the countless pairs of reverent eyes in the audience, "the kingdom will face a war of self-defense against the invaders, the enemy is the Holy City of Hermes, which has annexed Eternal Winter and the Wolfheart!

"I know that some of you have believed in the gods and the church, and there is no shame in that! Your kindness has been taken advantage of, your expectations have been deceived, and instead of blaming the liars and robbers, I blame you as the victims? Of course not!" he raised his fist, "It is the church that should pay for this! They will earn hundreds of thousands of golden dragons a year for the sale of the Divine Punishment Stone alone - and this money should belong to you!"

"Why? The reason is very simple, the nobles are not willing to spend a lot of extra money to buy the Divine Stone, so they naturally transfer it to the heads of the lords, increase taxes, increase the payment, confiscate it, and forcibly seize it-this is the reason! And it is far more than the Divine Stone, the construction of churches, the resident priest, and the baptism of holy water, I believe that you are no strangers to these forcible conscriptions!"

If there is one thing that people can most understand and hate the most, it must be exploitation and oppression. The methods of the church are not as blatant as those of the aristocracy, but in the eyes of Roland, who has experienced many battles, it is not difficult to pierce this thin layer of fig leaf, and at the same time, it is also easy to splash a few basins of sewage by the way.

"The church promised that the money would be exchanged for the blessings of the gods, but what was the result? Before I came to the town, the people were always underfed and clothed, and famine and cold still came in every demon month, and those who couldn't survive closed their eyes forever, and those who survived...... Is it really because of the help of the church or the gods? no, they didn't do anything!" Roland raised his voice violently, "The only thing they are interested in is sucking your blood dry!"

These things are vivid in the minds of local residents, and most of the displaced people from other cities have experienced the same experience. An angry uproar erupted in the square, and everyone blamed the church for their past suffering.

"So I will never surrender, let alone lose to such a vampire!" Roland shouted with a fist, "The First Army will crush them to powder, and no one will dare to plunder my people again, and you don't have to worry about paying money for the establishment of a church or atonement for your sins, because all this bullshit will disappear in front of the new Grey Keep!"

"It has been proven that without the Church, Neverwinter would be a better place, and so would other cities!"

"It is your hands, your spirit, not the illusory things, that make all this happen, and that's why I have repeatedly emphasized the glory of labor. Only labor can create wealth, and you are incomparably glorious laborers, be honored for this, without you, there would be no prosperity of Neverwinter today!"

He pressed his hands down to stop the cries of the people, "So the First Army has set out, and they will go to the north to fight the Church that looks down on all this. If we lose, we will lose everything we have and go back to the barren and miserable days of the past...... Tell me out loud, would you like to go back in time?"

The answer is self-evident.

"No, Your Majesty, we will fight the Church to the end!"

"Kill them all!"

"Get them out of the Grey Keep!"

"Defend His Majesty Roland to the death!"

The answers from the audience were varied, but everyone's expressions were unanimous - they were willing to defend what had been hard-won.

"Well said, I don't need you to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy, that's the responsibility of the First Army, and you don't have to pay additional war taxes, that's what the enemy does. As long as you continue to devote yourself to the construction and production of Neverwinter as before, it is the best help for your relatives who are fighting on the front line. Roland touched his chest with his right hand, and then saluted, "We will be victorious!

"Victory!"

"Hooray!"

These two words were sung by the people over and over again until after Roland's departure.

In the afternoon of the same day, the last soldiers boarded the paddle steamer, and the army set off with the Roland as the flagship.

Target - Glen!