The night in Ark Harbor is still quiet and peaceful, but tonight there is another element, and that is festivity.

On several important streets of the city, there are colorful flags, which flutter in the wind when the wind blows that night, like colorful ribbons. People rushed into the streets, when a strange whistling was heard in the direction of the White Castle, followed by a cloud of fireworks exploding in the night sky. Bright fireworks illuminate people's faces.

Even the triennial harvest festival has never seen fireworks set off in the White Castle, but today it was an event organized by the Earl of Oban to celebrate the expansion of his realm. As a lord, people are naturally proud of such a lord. What's more, the expansion of the lord's power also has a vital interest in their lives.

Tonight, there were activities held in several squares in the city, attracting the attention of countless citizens. But what attracts people's attention the most is naturally the parade of the "Deep Sea Scales". The Deep Sea Scaly is Oban's descendant, and the person in charge of commanding this force is Oban's sister Jora. This unit is small in number, but it has always been talked about for its luxurious equipment. Of course, with the financial resources of the Oban family, it can fully support such a thousand-person team, not to mention that it is also used on his favorite sister, and Oban will not frown.

From the city's military camp base, the Deep Sea Scaly will travel through several of the city's main streets before entering the White Castle. People have occupied important positions in several city squares early on, and they will only get a glimpse of this army, as well as the beauty of Jora.

The time came to eight o'clock, and the deep sea scales left the barracks on time. The first to leave the camp were a column of neatly paced infantry soldiers, wearing armor in a light blue color. Despite being light armor, each set of armor covers up to 80 percent of the area, which is a full 30 percent more protective surface than normal light armor, which is rare even among private armies at the level of the Imperial Earl.

Each infantryman carries a sword at his waist and a shield and rifle on his back. No matter which weapon is of the best grade, when armed with these equipment, even if it is just an ordinary infantry, it will also glow with the aura of the elite of the empire.

After the phalanx of 500 infantry members left the barracks, a red cloud was seen floating out of the camp. That's a hundred fires. The gunslingers, who wore dark red leather armor with a light shape that was good for action. Despite being leather armor, the lining is made of steel mesh, so it has decent defense. It is worth noting the fire used by these special soldiers. The gun is not a commercially available standard variety, but an enhanced version of the firearm called the "Fire Dragon". The Fire Dragon Gun was standard for the main forces of the Empire ten years ago, and since the updated version of the Fire Dragon model. After the advent of the gun, this batch of fire. The guns were withdrawn, but they were mostly restricted to the local Imperial Army.

There are indeed not many troops like the Deep Sea Scaly that can be equipped with the Fire Dragon Rifle, so it can be seen that Oban has also spent a lot of money on these hundred gunners.

After this red cloud floated out of the barracks, the people who welcomed them suddenly saw a forest of guns! Yes, a field of spears consisting of two hundred dragon lances held high. Following the fire. After the gunslingers, the third class of the Deep Sea Scales, the heavy spearmen, wore heavy armor that ordinary people could not bear, and carried a two-meter-long dragon lance in their hands. Although this spear is called a dragon lance, unfortunately, there is no such thing as a dragon in this world.

The dragon lance was mainly used against a qiē mobile unit, including the hoplites, and the two-meter-long guns were made of fine iron, which could withstand the impact of the hoplites without breaking. At the end of the gun there is a palate baffle engraved with wave patterns, so that the blood of the enemy does not stain the hands of the warriors. These cans are also moving vaults, each of which costs thousands of gold coins.

Finally, the crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded behind these tin cans, which were the cavalry of the Deep Sea Scales. Two hundred cavalrymen, riding all the same white horses of Ranson, which is a kind of noble blood of the best war horses. Every hair on their bodies was white and flawless, and the stamina and physical strength of these horses were so good that they could afford a heavy cavalryman. The white war horse with the white and gold harness shows the luxury of the war horse.

The knight on the horse, dressed in a dark green backing with a chain made of gold and bronze on the outside, wears a locksuit woven with silver armor. These cavalrymen were equipped with two-handed broadswords and knightly spears, which made them excellent for combat under their horses. The cavalrymen's helmets were special, their crowns were adorned with shark-like dorsal fins, extending from the helmets to the back of their heads.

After all the troops of the Deep Sea Scaly Ji left the camp, they stood and separated, forming a passage. Two knights appeared in the innermost part of the passage, one in front and one behind, a woman and a man. The woman was naturally the commander of this army and the younger sister of Oban, Jora. Jora has just turned twenty-two this year, and her outstanding talent in source power has given her a level 20 strength at a young age.

Her facial features could be seen in the shadow of Oban, she had very rare long black hair, and her eyes were sky blue like the blue sea. She wears sky-blue armor with curvaceous lines. Behind the shoulders hangs a white cape, the inner lining of the cape is bright red, which is very contrasting, and also matches Jora's personality. She rode on an extraordinarily tall snow-white horse, and when she left the camp, Jora drew her sword adorned with jeweled crystals. Driven by the source force, pieces of blue light and flames surged up like a blue sea tide, and finally converged into a pillar of light and rose to the sky, welcoming the cheers and cheers of the people on both sides.

Compared to Jora's grand debut, the adjutant Abel behind her is much more low-key. Abel is the nephew of Viscount Grar, and Marku, who once bumped into Allen at the dinner party, is his brother. But he was much calmer than Marku, and his seventeenth-level combat power made him shine brightly among the younger generation. He pursued Ruola for many years, but unfortunately to no avail. This is also a pity for Glar, otherwise if Abel can marry Jora, then their family and Oban will be even more closely connected.

Jora withdrew his sword and rode his horse ahead. Able hurriedly followed, and the army began to move, parading several main streets to receive the baptism of people's eyes.

Letting the war horse advance on its own, Ruora whispered to the adjutant next to him: "I heard from my brother that this time the Baron Allen will also attend the banquet. It's good that I can finally meet the man who killed Duruff and cost Daniel most of his territory. ”

Jora's face could not hide the smile, and Abel's face seemed to be shrouded in a haze. He smiled reluctantly, but when he finally answered, a strong sense of resentment in his heart. Since Allen killed Duruff, Jora has spoken of the baron from time to time. And the frequency of mentioning this name became more frequent as Eren conquered more territory. Consciously or unconsciously, Able could hear the casual admiration in Jora's tone.

If he has been chasing the goddess in front of him for many years, he has never been talked about so often by Ruola. This Alan had only been in Opan for a few months, and Jora often remembered that Abel hated and was jealous. What's more, not long ago, his brother Marku collided with Alan at a drinking party and was severely lectured by the other party, and Abel was very unhappy every time he heard the name Alan.

"Abel, you said that when you saw him this time, I don't know if you have a chance to talk to him." Jora said nonchalantly.

Abel had no choice but to laugh and say: "If you have the opportunity to learn from you, if it were me, I would naturally not be able to ask for it." ”

That's true.

Joraha laughed and said, "I'm afraid that people don't take me seriously at all." ”

"How is it possible, my subordinates heard that that Allen is only seventeenth level strength. It was an honor to have Miss Jora's guidance. ”

"That's what I can't figure out, he's only level seventeen, but how can he kill Duruff. Even if I asked myself, it would be difficult to do it. Duruff's abilities are so strong that I can only protect myself at best, but I can't kill him. Jora's eyes sparkled like pearls: "So that's what attracts me the most about him, and if I have the chance, I'll ask him how he did it." ”

Abel sighed, he wasn't too young. Before pursuing Ruola, he also had a period of ups and downs with several aristocratic ladies. He knows very well that when a woman becomes interested in the opposite sex, no matter what kind of interest, the opposite sex has left a deep impression on the woman's heart. At this time, the man can take the woman into his arms with a little thought.

After all, he had done the same, and seeing that Jora had a strong interest in Alan, Abel only felt that his position was very dangerous.

As the army turned into the windy avenue leading to the White Castle, a team rushed out of the street on the other side. In front of that team was a magnificent carriage drawn by two Gallic horses, and the Gallic horses were also of the highest quality, on a par with the white horses of Ranson. can use them to pull the carriage, and the people in the carriage must also have a high status.

Behind the carriage was a troop of cavalrymen, dressed in simple armor of matte and special materials. The most special thing is that they are supposed to be a team of gunners, but the guns they carry behind them are extremely rough, even with Abel's eyes, they can't tell what type of fire it is. Gun.

On the left and right sides of the carriage were one on the right and one on the horse, one of the two horses was young and tall, and the other was as big as a mountain. The temperament is very different, but without exception they are all masters. In particular, the big man on the right is carrying a war hammer that is neither steel nor iron. In the night, the warhammer occasionally flashed by strange light, and at a glance it was not an ordinary weapon.

Just by looking at the equipment and strength of the entourage, you can infer the identity and status of the master. Seeing this horse team, even Ruola said "huh". With such a configuration, apart from her brother Oban, Jora thought to herself, even Viscount Glaar could not have such power.

The Deep Sea Scales and the opposing team's horse team meet in the middle of the road, and chaos is inevitable. Abel snorted, spurred his horse, and stepped forward and shouted, "Whose horse team is this, do you know who we are?" Everyone in the car, get out of here! ”

Immediately, the knights on the left and right changed color at the same time. The tall young man on the left released a surging breath, and the big man on the right snorted, and the breath on his body was rough like an iron shaft, pushing it alive, making Abel hit the top of the iron mountain, and his face suddenly turned pale.

At this time, someone in the carriage said lightly: "The tone is quite loud, who is Your Excellency." Tell me if I can afford to be offended. ”R1058