Lords of Camelot

When the battle was over, Lancelot began to count the damage and casualties. Davian sat down on the ground disgracefully, and his transformation was automatically canceled. At this time, most of his body was clean. Under the protection of the evil dragon armor, the blood of those enemies did not splash on him, so that he was actually cleaner than Lancelot as the coach.

He wasn't even injured. He could easily dodge or block most of the enemy's attacks on him just now. But if it is really impossible to avoid, he can also use the armor on his body to resist. In the transformed state, the armor on his body was originally made of the very rare metal of the holy sword blade, and ordinary swords could not break through the armor's defense.

But fatigue cannot subside so quickly. He had no intention of conserving his energy in the battle just now. The first step was to attack King Claude's battle line with all his strength, and then he achieved the most amazing results as quickly as possible. He didn't even want to move a finger at this time, he just wanted to rest for a while before going back.

Lancelot, who was counting the battle damage, was sincerely grateful for Davian's contribution to this battle. He penetrated the opponent's center line with just one attack, creating the largest damage in this battle and laying the foundation for the entire battlefield. victory. He thought that Davian could live up to their expectations, but he didn't expect that Davian was much better than they thought. Even if he personally led the death squads, he would not be able to do better than Davian.

When he thoroughly counted the battlefield damage, he was even more surprised. Those who killed the enemy were worth 5,000, and those who were injured were as high as 7,000, plus the 3,000 who surrendered without being injured and were captured. In just one battle, King Claudes lost half of his army. If we include the deaths of the upper, middle and lower-ranking officers among the fifteen thousand people, this battle almost wiped out King Claudes.

As for our own losses, 2,000 people were killed and 5,000 people were slightly or seriously injured. Although it can be considered quite heavy, it can be said to be a great victory. Presumably this battle will deter the remaining French princes, and no one will dare to take advantage of Benwick for a while.

"Thank you, you brought us a victory." Randy Luce came over and handed a kettle to Davian. Davian took a sip of water and felt a little better.

"How many of the people who attacked with me are still alive?" Davian just asked this question, and he couldn't care about other things for the time being.

"Including me, there are still 275 people. Don't take it to heart. Originally, we were prepared to survive for a dozen or even the entire army. Now more than half of them are still alive. This is your credit. . And for those who died in battle, His Highness Lancelot will take care of the pensions."

Landilus' words silenced Davian. The fate of a warrior is to go to the battlefield and die or come back alive. The soldiers who died in the battle had already accepted the current results before going to the battlefield, and it was not their turn to say anything.

Lantilus left after this simple conversation. He had other things to do and he and Davian were not familiar with each other. There was nothing to say between the two.

Lancelot came to Davian's side at this time. He had already finished his work. Now let everyone who has experienced this battle rest for a while before returning to the camp.

"You look very tired. Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, even if I could win this war, I'm afraid the losses would be too great for us to accept." Lancelot didn't look very good either. His body was covered in blood, and his cloak had been thrown away long ago. It's just that his years of training have given him more physical advantages than Davian. After all, Davian still hasn't been training for that long.

"It's nothing, it's what I should have done. And as you can see, I wasn't injured, right?" Davian still remembers his injury. The battle against the demon pig gave him enough food. suffering. But if it hadn't been for that time, he wouldn't have accepted the power of the Dark Sword. Then maybe, there won’t be so many things happening now.

After hearing his words, Lancelot finally showed a relaxed smile. He sat next to Davian, and then said: "Have a good rest after you go back. I will definitely let my father prepare the best celebration banquet for you. But after this war, you also plan to return to Britain, right?"

"Well, what needs to be done has been done, and the people who need to be seen have been met. The days are getting closer, and it's time for me to go back. After all, I will face my future destiny in Britain, not France." Davian He took out a piece of cloth and wiped off all the blood on the Dark Sword. After all, this is a holy sword, and it is really disrespectful to keep it stained with blood.

"Then I won't say anything more. I'm going to see how the bodies of the victims have been collected. If the emergency treatment of the wounded soldiers has been completed, we can return to the camp."

After such a brief exchange of greetings, Lancelot went back to continue checking how the post-war processing was going. The enemy's corpse doesn't matter, it can be burned or buried. But it is better to transport your own body back and take it to Benwick for burial. As for the wounded soldiers, those who can still fight can be kept, and those who have lost the ability to fight must also make arrangements for follow-up placement after being discharged.

Looking at Lancelot who was running around again, Davian felt as if he had seen his future self. At this time, he is just a helper or a mercenary, so he can sit here and rest leisurely. But in the future, he himself will have to take on more responsibilities and do more things like Lancelot now.

After packing up the bodies of their own victims and dealing with relevant matters, everyone set off back to the camp. Tonelli was standing at the entrance of the camp. Countless people passed by her without turning her head. Until Davian appeared in her sight.

And Davian also saw her, and he felt truly comforted and relaxed at this moment. So he said calmly: "I'm back, and I will continue to come back in the future."

"Well, welcome back." Tonellico walked up to him and gave him a warm hug.

Davian was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. After such a battle, he received such a simple reward, but it gave him the greatest feeling. Tonellico's simple hug did more than she could have imagined.

Davian also reached out and hugged her, and the two of them enjoyed the relief after the war. Lancelot just glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze. The passing knights and soldiers also looked at him with approval. They all knew how bravely Davian had killed the enemy on the battlefield just now. Although it cannot be said that he single-handedly reversed the entire situation of the war, it can be said that he took the greatest credit. So they all silently blessed Davian and Tonellico in their hearts, hoping that they would have a happy outcome.