Next to this trench, wooden barrels were pushed in one after another. The strong smell of kerosene made Apton frown while standing on the city wall.
People continued to be busy, laying some wood on the trench, covering the wood with straw mats, and covering the straw mats with some thin soil to avoid being noticed as much as possible.
Upton watched all this from the crenel. Beside him was a bundle of arrows covered with collodion.
He was the only one who could look directly at the descendant of the ancient god, and was undoubtedly the trigger for the attack, but he was distracted now.
After thinking about it just now, he understood that the Brilliant Heart must be retrieved.
In the legends left by the royal family, there is a force in the dark. They are bewitching people like Jimmy, searching for temples all over the world, trying to resurrect the legendary ancient gods.
The former Ampton didn't believe it, and neither did the kings in the past.
But now, Ampton believes it.
Restoration is not his ultimate goal, his goal is to make the Kingdom of Valance strong and sustainable.
Then, he must have the means to deal with these ghosts, so the Heart of Glory must be found.
Schliemann's muskets and cannons have a more direct effect, and they will become a means of restoring the country and even ruling it.
And Apton knew very well that Schliemann knew more than just weapons used in the military. There would definitely be some technologies that were beneficial to the prosperity of the kingdom.
He fully drew the bow, tested the strength of the string, exhaled, and glanced at Schliemann who was sleeping soundly in the distance again, and Hilpeter who was standing next to him staring at Vivian's back in a silly way. He called Walter's name softly.
Walter was already beside him, and when he heard Wang's soft call, he put his ear directly over.
"I'll give you an order. If we find the island where the fleet landed, I should be able to sense the direction of the Heart of Glory.
When the time comes, I will give you a general direction in advance, and I want you to leave quietly, find the Book of Timothy first, and take it away.
Leave no trace, Schliemann was very clever. "
"What about the original plan?"
"The original plan was abandoned. Schliemann must live. He is too important to us."
"But for your safety..."
"Don't worry, Schliemann's purpose is very pure. He already knows the information he wants to know very comprehensively. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago.
Today outside the city, his attack was carried out after being bewitched by the son of the ancient god. That was not his original intention. "
Walter nodded. He saw Schliemann's attack on the king outside the city. His riding skills were not as good as the king. If he was the one who was attacked, he would not be able to jump up and dodge on the horse like the king. He would It was the same fate as that horse, with a punctured intestine and a rotten belly.
"You must pay attention to his weapon."
Apton nodded slightly and whispered: "That weapon should not be his trump card. He is not a fool and will not reveal important trump cards without reservation.
By the way, there was something fishy in his clothes too, and Orion's arrows didn't even pierce it. "
"Can a sword pierce?"
"I don't know, I've never encountered this situation."
"How about I go try?"
Ampton glared at Walter: "Are you stupid for fighting with Hill Peter every day?"
The people who had dug the hole had already begun to retreat, and there were still scattered people trying to get the carriage back.
However, due to the limited width of the city gate, a group of people crowded at the gate, and the speed of entering the city was much slower.
"Don't want the carriage! Let go of the horses, they will run away on their own, come back and look for them again!"
Hank shouted from the side of a carriage, doing his best to control the crowd.
"Maos! Let the people inside quickly disperse and get out of the way of the city gate!"
On the city wall, everyone except Apton huddled inside the crenellations. Walter squatted next to Apton, holding a torch.
No matter how noisy the crowds below were squeezing toward the city, Schliemann still didn't wake up, as if the chaos in the world had nothing to do with him.
The crowd gradually passed the suspension bridge, with only a few scattered people running back from the ditch, and the descendant of the ancient god could already see the whole scene.
The tentacles as fine as waves surrounded the huge strange eyes, squirming forward, as if thousands of evil spirits were surrounding their king.
Even though he was a royal family descended from the Sun God, when he saw the descendants of the ancient god, his scalp went numb and he felt fear in his heart.
He rummaged through his mind, searching for memories that belonged to him and those that did not belong to him, trying to explain the scene in front of him.
What on earth is it going to do? Is it just destruction or does it have other purposes?
If the legend is true, has the real ancient god been resurrected? Are there any other descendants on this island?
Just as he was trying to explain the purpose of the descendant of the ancient god, the huge group of tentacles rolled into the simply disguised trench.
The entire offspring was tumbling in the trench, with countless tentacles trying to reach out of the trench, throwing out bursts of oil.
Ampton took a deep breath, resisted the pressure brought by fear, lit the guncotton on the arrow, pulled out the bowstring and raised it at an angle.
With a whoosh, the flaming arrow accurately hit the son of the ancient god.
The flames rose, and along with them, a huge black cloud.
Along with the sky-high fire, countless screams rang out. They were mixed together, like countless demons screaming in a hell full of flames, like thousands of ghosts constantly wailing in the Senluo Underworld.
"Brother! Save me!"
"It hurts...let me go..."
"Don't leave! Please!"
"I...I have no money..."
"Master, as long as I have fifteen coppers, I will be yours! Master!"
"Don't let go!"
"Take the child away, please!"
"..."
This sound filled everyone's heads, and everyone in Antler City squatted on the ground. The most terrifying things that everyone had experienced were awakened. They crawled out from the deepest part of everyone's memory, crying, Roaring and questioning.
People were terrified. Some of them covered their heads with panic in their eyes and apologized sentence by sentence. Some of them were running around with fear on their faces, as if they were avoiding something. Some of them had eyes split open and laughed maniacally.
Hampton was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to the underground secret room of his family's manor. Before his eyes appeared his mother who was reciting French with tears on his face, his frightened younger brothers and sisters, and his father who was about to turn into light.
"Did you get the Heart of Glory back?"
Before Ampton could speak, his mother asked eagerly: "Have you got the Heart of Glory back?"
"Did you get the Heart of Glory back?"
His father, mother, younger brother, and younger sister questioned him in unison, and he backed away.
They kept asking questions, one sentence after another. As they questioned, their eyes shed blood and tears, and the blood ran down two red lines winding down on their cheeks.
They approached Ampton step by step. Ampton wanted to defend himself but could not make a sound.
