857 Cape Castle (1/2)

Chapter 857 – Cape Castle

5th month, 19th day, Morocco Imperial City Rabat.

The up and down river started from the Mid Atlas Mountains; it flowed south of Rabat and into the quiet Rabat port before finally entering the Atlantis.

South of the Rabat port was a narrow section of land that pointed straight into the Atlantic Ocean like a cape. At the cape, an important military base was built; it was the famous Kasbah of the Udayas.

The high city walls, the huge city gates, and the protruding watch towers formed the first layer of defense of the castle. Inside the castle, apart from the majestic main hall, there were various different palaces. In the middle was a garden with many different kinds of flowers. Kasbah near the castle was where the troops were housed.

The Kasbah of the Udayas formed the frontline defense for Rabat. Anyone who tried to launch an attack on Rabat through the oceans had to pass through this first.

The current Morocco king Muhammed the 6th housed 50 thousands guards troops inside the castle.

Looking over the castle, one could see the shoreline of the Bou Regreg River. This was the main part of Rabat imperial city. With that, the imperial city had a natural barrier toward the west.

On the east of Rabat was the newly formed Satellite City, and the biggest guild in Morocco guarded their only entrance into the underground world.

At the current moment, the Satellite City was even more bustling than the main city, attracting a large half of the players. Hence, only the work occupation players and casual players spent their times in the city.

In Arabic, Rabat actually meant 'tie up'. It sounds shocking because why would an imperial city have such an inauspicious name?

Legends had it that long time ago, Rabat was just a small island, and the king tied up captured prisoners with ropes and ordered soldiers to send them here for tough labor. As more and more people were sent, the village became a city and got its weird name in this way.

In the game, Rabat was a typical Arabic city. The walls were red, and there were many ancient Arabic structures and temples in the city. The city looked really exciting and busy, and the sides of the roads had many trees and gardens everywhere.

Be it the solemn Rabat Imperial Palace or the important Hassan the 2nd Mosques, it was all typical Arabic infrastructure. Compared to western architecture or the more religiously colluded Indian buildings, the Arabic buildings had plenty of creativity, majesty, and elegance.

The streets and alleys of the city were littered with various artisan workshops. The way of life was like that of the middle ages.

In the morning, the red sun rose up from the ocean surface, signaling that a new day had arrived.

The sun shone onto the mosque, bathing the mosque in a golden glow, making it look really sacred and holy. Rabat city, which had slept for a night, had once again woken up.

In the workshops that stopped for the night, the familiar sounds of hard work broke out.

The residents who woke up early walked out of their Arabic-styled houses and gathered together to either eat, work, study, or just start a brand new day.

To the people in the city, this was just a normal day.

The city emanated a warm Arabic spirit, making one drunk in it.

The port outside the city was similarly really busy.

Fishing boats that had set out early in the morning had already returned with big catches. The midsummer season was the best time for catching tunas, and baskets of tunas were placed on both sides of the dock for people to choose.

Apart from tunas, there were many different kinds of seafood, dazzling to the eye.

Under the sunlight, the faces of the fishermen looked really warm from the joy of their catches.

The Kasbah of Udayas defending the port was similarly bathed in golden light. The soldiers that patrolled for the night changed their shifts, yawning as they dragged their exhausted bodies down the city wall.

The new soldiers who were filled with energy took over the posts, facing the sun as they started their patrol.

The soldiers were not really nervous. After all, Morocco was located at a corner of Africa, so war seemed to be very far away from them.

Especially to the civilians in the imperial city, they did not know what war was.

The three remaining Lords in Morocco were all really peaceful, with each person managing an area. No one was able to eat up the others, so they naturally lacked the strength to attack the imperial city.

Compared to the chaotic China region, this place was truly heaven.

At 7 AM, in the far horizon, a tall sail suddenly appeared. In a blink of an eye, the sails got higher and there were more and more of them.

”What's that?”

The sentries on the Kasbah of Udayas were the first to notice that something was not right.

A soldier took out his telescope and finally saw the Mediterranean Squadron; he muttered, ”Those are warships, not merchant ships.”

”Warship? Which country's?”

”Great Xia Dynasty's Mediterranean Squadron.”

In the Atlantic, the golden dragon flag of the Mediterranean Squadron was unique and easy to recognize. Half a year ago, when they came here to wipe out pirates, they had come to Rabat to restock.

Hence, the soldiers were not totally unfamiliar with them.

”No wonder. I heard the general say that they had been clearing out pirates. He said that recently, they have locked down the nearby ocean regions. They are probably here to resupply.”