Lords of Camelot

"A rare opponent, why not tell me your true intentions, Brave Woodworth."

Davian asked him with a smile, and Woodworth no longer concealed it at this moment.

"I will defeat you and go to that lord. The throne of Camelot's lord should be held by me and not you."

Woodworth's face was full of pride, and since he said so, Davian would naturally not hold back, and he had to let these guys know what level of power the Lord of Camelot had.

[Evil King Guidance!] The Evil King Dragon's fantasy book has been inserted into his waist. Davian finished arming himself and walked towards Woodworth.

The surging dark magic power had already erupted in Davian's body, and at this moment the two sides launched the most direct battle.

Woodworth's claws were so swift and his body was so light. He was so tall and strong yet his speed was unimaginable.

Davian's sword hit the air several times, and Woodworth obviously didn't want to be hit by the sword.

Metal weapons have always been the nemesis of fairies. Even as an expert at swordsmanship, he did not want to be hit by the sword. He felt that if he was hit, he would be seriously injured.

Blazing rays flew out from Woodworth's hands, and this is how magic was used in his hands.

Davian swung his cloak to absorb the attack and then bounced it back. He clicked his tongue and had a general idea of ​​the course of the battle in his mind.

As expected of the successor of Reinek, this strength qualifies him as the clan leader of the Fang Fairies.

Davian could still think like this while fighting, after all, he didn't know how he lost. Woodworth was really strong, but he was even stronger.

The fight between the two sides continued, and Davian became more and more adept at fighting. After all, he was completely accustomed to Woodworth's fighting style and habits.

Woodworth gradually felt tired. His magic power and physical strength were not unlimited. He could hardly keep up with such a high-intensity battle.

After all, he is still just a young hero and has not truly grown into his full form.

Although his physical performance has reached its peak, his combat experience is still far from enough.

Davian didn't want to kill him, otherwise the battle wouldn't have lasted until this time.

When Woodworth was lying on the ground gasping for breath, Morgan's water mirror magic surrounded the two of them and brought them back to the hall.

Davian transformed back into the evil dragon and stood before Morgan's throne.

"How is it? Young brave Woodworth, do you still have doubts about the power of Lord Camelot?"

Morgan chuckled and asked Woodworth below, her attitude at this moment could be described as relaxed and comfortable.

Having regained some strength, Woodworth stood up again and replied that he would no longer question the power of the Lord of Camelot.

But one day in the future, he will definitely challenge again. After today, he will continue to work hard, just to be able to stand in that position openly one day in the future.

Davian silently shook his head to express his helplessness, but he also admired Woodworth's courage and his will to challenge himself.

Of course, I won’t lose no matter what.

The fact that Davian had defeated Woodworth also spread throughout Britain through Morgan's previous magic, and the Lord of Camelot once again proved his strength.

The figure of the evil dragon knight who suppressed all clans during the Winter War a thousand years ago was once again summoned from the depths of the goblins' souls. This pressure and fear will once again bring a period of peace.

After that, Woodworth and his men returned to Oxford, while Davian continued to guard the entire Camelot.

But to be honest, Davian still found it hard to imagine that anyone could shake Morgan's current rule in the slightest. It was not just a matter of power. Morgan himself did not have a good impression of these Muggle-like goblins.

If there is any real thought of rebellion, Morgan can behead the rebel in an instant.

But after Woodworth left, Davian couldn't help but ask Morgan if it was really necessary to spread the story of his fight with Woodworth throughout Britain? Wouldn't it be fine as long as he won?

"It can be regarded as a lesson for Woodworth. If he doesn't experience setbacks, he can't become a true hero."

There was a rare hint of kindness in Morgan's words, and Davian found it difficult to understand how she felt about Woodworth.

Is this raising a pet or raising a son? Well, no matter how I think about it, it's hard to understand.

But after all, Morgan here is also a fairy, so it is normal for him to have a mentality that Davian cannot understand.

[After all, Reinecke has been loyal to her for so long, so it is normal for her to have feelings for Woodworth.]

Morgan explained these things to Davian, but Davian felt that this explanation was a bit redundant. He certainly knew that Morgan had feelings for Woodworth, but he didn't know what these feelings were.

At night, Davian returned to his dormitory with Morgan. He began to reflect on the past millennium. To be honest, if he excluded the disgusting nature of the goblins and the sins they had committed, he really felt that life here was quite comfortable.

Because he doesn't have to worry about anything, and doesn't have to put any thought into it. He just needs to help deal with disasters that occur once every hundred years and major disasters that occur once every thousand years.

In fact, Morgan himself can accomplish all these things. He really comes out to be Morgan's personal bodyguard. As long as he can protect Morgan's body, the rest will be trivial matters.

Ignoring those fucked up things, I feel like being in Britain is like being on vacation. It's so pleasant, hahahahahaha...

"What are you thinking about? You look absent-minded." Morgan briefly moved his eyes away from the book and looked at Davian, but Davian just replied that he was not thinking about anything.

Hearing his words, Morgan put the book back on the bedside table with some dissatisfaction, and then she gently pulled Davian's face over.

Davian didn't resist and was pulled over. Morgan then said, "You are my husband. Why are you hiding something from me? It will make me unhappy~"

Davian was helpless now. He could only turn his head and look at Morgan and answer honestly: "I'm just reminiscing about these thousand years. Morgan... I'm really happy to be with you for these thousand years.

Although most fairies are ugly... there are still beautiful people among them, and that person is you. Even in the future, no one will be able to surpass your beauty. "

Morgan blushed, which was rare for her. She had never faced such a straightforward confession before, let alone a direct attack from Davian.

Oh my God... He had been like a block of wood in this regard for the past thousand years. No matter what he did, he always did more than he said. How could I hear him say such straightforward love words...

So even though only a short while had passed since Davian said this, not only her face but also her ears turned red.

Davian rarely saw her shy look. Then Morgan reached out and covered Davian's eyes. This sudden action made Davian stunned.

Then… he felt a gentle touch on his lips.