Lords of Camelot

"It hurts... it's so sore. I feel uncomfortable all over my body." Davian was lying on the bed. There was no place on his body that was comfortable. After training swordsmanship for a day during the day, he really felt that his whole body was exhausted. .

Davian was also very surprised during the day. He had no idea that Merlin's swordsmanship was actually so good, and that he could actually sustain such training. He obviously felt extremely tired, but he gritted his teeth and held on. Although in Merlin's words, he stopped training just before Davian collapsed from exhaustion, otherwise he would have to drag Davian back to the room, which would be too tiring for Merlin, so he wouldn't do it. .

"Is there any magician with such strong swordsmanship? If I want to have such strong swordsmanship, wouldn't it be better for me to kill the retarded man opposite me with one sword? What kind of magic should I learn?" Davian couldn't help but complain, this It's also true. If he has such strong swordsmanship, why should he practice magic? He can just rush up and strike the opponent with a sword.

Of course, this was entirely because he didn't know the level of Merlin's magic. If he knew that Merlin's swordsmanship level was not even one percent as good as his magic level, then his jaw would probably drop in surprise. The dream magician who deceived the world, the candidate for the crown, Merlin didn't tell him these things.

"Forget it, let's go to bed first. We have to continue practicing tomorrow... I'm so sleepy and tired..." His eyelids were as heavy as lead at this moment. No matter what, let's go to bed first. When he gets up tomorrow, he will definitely have to practice swordsmanship. This era doesn't give him much time, and this place doesn't give him much time. This is a truly chaotic and dark era.

At the same time, Merlin was standing at the top of the castle. Standing in front of him was a blond old man. He was King Uther who had now lost his power. But Merlin still needs to make today's report to this king who is on the verge of decay.

"The level of swordsmanship is zero, but the talent is very good. If he practices swordsmanship well, I think he can surpass Lancelot, the French knight on the lake." Merlin smiled, this is no joke, Davian has this talent , if his swordsmanship can be polished over time and forced into actual combat, his future prospects will be almost limitless.

"Is it too late? There are not many years left. She is already twelve years old this year. There is not much time left for them in Britain." This is what King Uther cares about. He is not far away from pulling out the Chosen Sword. There are not many days left. In just a few years, can we cultivate a man who is not inferior to Lancelot in terms of swordsmanship?

"Don't worry, there's no time for him to rest now. Well, you can't relax even in a dream, Davian Slyric. The real battle will begin now." After saying that, Merlin blew away the gun in his hand. The petals flew to Davian's pillow.

"Then, I leave it to you, Merlin." After King Uther said that, he opened his legs and left here. With his body, it would be better not to stay here any longer late at night.

Merlin looked at his leaving figure, then turned and looked in a certain direction in the distance. It was too boring to just practice swordsmanship like that. He had to find an opponent for him.

"I, where are you?" Davian wiped his eyes. With the flowers on the ground, the blue sky, and the mountains in the distance, where did he go?

"This is your dream. The swordsmanship training during the day is over, and now it is the actual combat training at night. I have prepared a good opponent for you, which will definitely make you familiar with what I teach you as quickly as possible." Merlin's voice appeared in his ears and explained the current situation to him in the best way.

Davian looked at all this in disbelief, 996? No, that bastard Merlin is planning to make him 007! Train during the day and continue training at night. There is no stopping, just keep training.

"Don't worry, rest assured, this is your dream world. Your body is still taking a good rest, and you will be full of energy when you wake up tomorrow. Now make full preparations for the next actual combat training." Merlin said, After tapping the staff, another group of petals flew away. A man with blond hair and braids appeared in front of Davian. When this man saw Davian in front of him, he was a little surprised for a moment. There was actually someone in this dream today?

"You have worked hard on the swordsmanship training with Ector during the day, Artoris. But before I explain the knowledge tonight, I would like to trouble you to train him. After all, I have to let him know what level of opponents he will face in the future. . If he faces future battles with his current mentality, he won’t be able to last for a few rounds." Merlin smiled and told the story, and the young man named Artoris naturally accepted the task. , this is not difficult for him.

Then a golden light flashed in Merlin's hand, and the Dark Sword appeared in his hand. He threw the sword to Davian. Then there was another flash of golden light, and he threw a sword decorated with gold and gems to Artoris.

"I understand. Since Merlin said that, you must have your point. So, how much strength do you want me to use?" Artoris waved the sword in his hand, familiar with its center of gravity and weight. , will you use this sword in the future? It's okay, I can make do with it, but if I want to use my full strength, this sword won't work.

Merlin nodded slightly and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Maybe use three points of force. I'm afraid you will hurt him with too much force. With his physical level, he can't beat you now."

Davian just listened to the conversation between the two people. When he heard the three-point force, he felt something was wrong. Also, his so-called physical level couldn't beat the child in front of him? Looking at him like this, he is only eleven or twelve years old, right? Can you actually beat such a child? Are you serious?

His eyes began to become sharper, and the young man's temperament was now inspired by Merlin. Davian made up his mind to let the young man in front of him know the price of being conceited, and let Merlin next to him know that he was not that weak.

"Then, I'm going to fight. Before the battle, tell me your name. My name is Artoris. If you want to give me a surname, please don't say it." Artoris lowered his sword to his side, turned slightly sideways, and faced the enemy in his best charging posture. Davian. At this moment, his momentum actually overwhelmed Davian, making him dare not underestimate this eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

Davian swallowed subconsciously. From the moment he entered the fighting stance, he understood why Merlin wanted the young man in front of him to only use three points of his strength. Hey, is this really a child? This heavy momentum, this sense of oppression, made him subconsciously feel that he could not win.

However, he still worked hard to get into position and prepared himself for the charge. Although in Merlin's eyes, when Davian did not face the enemy with the same charging attitude, he had already lost. However, he still reached out his hand with peace of mind, preparing for the two sides to sparring.

"start!"

The next moment, Davian flew out.