Lords of Camelot

"I see, people have been kidnapped by them." Davian listened to Agguiwen's report, and then counted the time.

That group of people should have returned to the mountains by now. There are also horses bred in the Round Table Fortress, so it is not difficult to speed back to the mountains.

"It's okay. My men are hiding secretly and following them into the mountains. When the men come back, we can organize our troops to eliminate them in one go."

Agguiwen lowered his head and told Davian the current arrangement. Davian nodded and approved his idea.

Then he waved his hand, and Lancelot and Tristan, who were standing behind, immediately took a step forward.

Davian immediately ordered the two of them: "Wait until the auxiliary officer's men return and report the route in the mountains and the strongholds of the mountain people. You two will set off on this mission. It would be good if the Chaldeans can be captured alive." If not, we’ll kill them all.”

"Yes." Both of them responded. Davian nodded and motioned for the three of them to step back. After all three people left, he yawned.

[Well, I don’t know how they will go on this mission. To be honest, it would be nice if Tristan could just quit. The servant's intelligence information will eventually be returned to his seat. With his character, it would be really uncomfortable to face such a thing again. 】

As a good friend, Davian’s original intention was not to let Tristan, the most sentimental person, stay to participate in this matter. But Tristan made his own choice, so it wasn't his turn to say anything.

Tristan was also a poor man. He was unlucky in love during his lifetime. Before leaving the round table, he said such words because of his lack of thinking, which made him bear eternal self-condemnation.

Davian then went to the top of the holy capital and looked at the pedestrians coming and going below. These people have no idea what their final fate will be.

Rather than coming to Utopia, it is better to say that I have become a doll in the sandbox city of the Lion King, always showing the most correct human posture in this holy city.

Life in the Holy City is always so peaceful, and Davian actually doesn't have much to do here.

The same goes for Ague, because the residents of the city are so perfect that there is no need for them to do anything.

Therefore, their mission is only to deal with foreign enemies, and the decisive battle with the Sun King has not yet come, so now they can only focus on the people of the mountains and the Chaldeans.

Within a few days, Agguiwen's men came back, bringing with them the mountain people's stronghold and the road map to get there.

Lancelot and Tristan immediately led the attack, while Davian flew silently in the air while observing the situation below. From the time the Knights of the Round Table entered the mountains to the time they found the village of the Mountain People, he had seen it all.

[The Chaldeans, aren’t they here? Only Arash garrisoned the village. Are you looking for reinforcements? 】

Davian monitors the battle from the air, and Lancelot knocks out Arash. This is not surprising. After all, they have the advantage of a surprise attack, and with the large number of people, there is no problem in being able to hit them with one strike.

But after knocking down Arash, Lancelot said goodbye to Tristan and left directly.

Davian sighed helplessly in his heart, this guy is still the same. But it doesn’t matter, Tristan is still here anyway.

At this time, the Chaldean people rushed back to the village from a mountain road. Judging from the speed at which they were sprinting, they were obviously very anxious. Yes, after all, there is an archer named Tawara Tota who can observe the situation of the village from a long distance.

As Hassan and Xuanzang went to rescue ordinary people, the Chaldean group also ran into Tristan who was still here.

Facing the boy and girl in front of him, Tristan gently plucked the strings and said:

"Knight of the Round Table, Tristan. I am here to take your lives on the order of the lord. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes meeting means parting. But there is nothing you can do about it. Killing and being killed are the normal conditions of war. Your fate is to be burned together with this shabby village."

"Sir Tristan...how could it be possible? How could the legendary Prince of Sorrow become so cruel?"

Matthew looked ugly. Counting the time when Hassan was drunk in the wilderness, this was the second time they faced Tristan. But just like the previous time, Tristan now is still as ferocious as a beast.

"That shield... I see, this is really sad. I didn't expect that I would kill the person who inherited the power of the Round Table. Lord Davian and Agguiwen were really evil-hearted and didn't tell them about this. I."

His face showed so-called sadness at this time, but his words were completely different: "But forget it, after all, he has degenerated into a beast. Even if he degenerates further, it doesn't matter."

Then Tristan gently plucked the strings, and an invisible blade of sound stabbed towards Mashu, but Bedivere, who was familiar with Tristan's attacks, had already drawn his sword and cut off the invisible blade of sound.

At this moment, Tristan's mood fluctuated, but he still said calmly:

"How could it be possible? I didn't expect you to be here. It's like a dream. Not only did you appear in such a place, you even planned to become our enemy. I'm so sad, Lord Bedivere."

"Sad? Nothing is more sad than what you are doing now, Lord Tristan! People like Lord Tristan would actually massacre civilians, attack defenseless people, and set fire to villages!"

Bedivere clenched the sword in his hand. At this moment, he was both sad and angry. He never thought that each of his colleagues would degenerate like this. Why is this happening? He doesn't understand!

But Tristan retorted: "Stupid! As a Knight of the Round Table, wouldn't you take action against innocent villagers? Knight Bedivere, this is a huge misunderstanding and it is your own problem. In Britain, my merciful king They did dissuade us from pursuing him further, but he never issued a ban."

He took a step forward, his attitude became more determined and his momentum became more fierce:

"Don't forget that the lords and kings drained the villages dry in order to replenish military supplies. Although there was no life-threatening conflict at that time, it was just because we still had some strength left. It's different now!"

"Lord Tristan!" Bedivere swung his sword forward angrily, but Tristan used Philnot to block Bedivere's attack.

But the moment the two people got closer, Bedivere still shouted angrily:

"Don't compare what you did now with what the king and lords did at that time. Even if they attacked civilians, the king and lords at that time were still trying to protect more people. And what are you doing now? ?This is massacre, just senseless killing!"

Tristan frowned, and then said: "I didn't expect that you, who is usually so gentle and gentle, would release such strong murderous intent and sword intent. You have changed, Qing Bedivere.

I didn't expect that I would have to kill the knights who were talking at the same round table with my own hands, and kill you as my best friend. The pain of sadness will never heal. Let's reconsider it.

Sir. The thought of tearing you apart and piercing you feels like my chest is being torn apart. "