Lords of Camelot

Today was just another ordinary day, Wen Qinlibu thought. He and his team had finished their patrol this morning and were now boiling water around the pot to prepare some dry food.

Ever since Davian defeated the vampire, their life has become much more peaceful. After all, most of the people have been eaten up, and there are not enough new people who have moved in. Now there is no dispute, so they are naturally relieved.

Although he occasionally encountered Saxon stragglers looking for people, both sides withdrew after suffering losses. So far, no one had been killed, which was considered to be his proper control.

Just as they were about to eat, Wenqinlib saw the Lion Knight, whom they had met once, walking towards them.

"It's time." Davian said to him calmly, and Wen Qinlib laughed naturally when he heard this.

"The dice has been cast." Wen Qinlibu said this naturally, and then stood up.

Most of the patrol team under his command stood up immediately. They all understood that the time had come.

It's time to do what they should do, end the chaos on this island, expel all foreigners, end Vortigern's dark rule, and bring a bright future to the people.

This would not be the first time something like this happened, and Davian certainly did not have the time to train a new group of soldiers. But he did not have soldiers, but other kings did!

He would recruit a team here, take a group of people there, and each village he helped would produce four or five people. His team in Britain grew little by little, and he didn't feel bad about recruiting other people's men.

This is also good for future rule, as long as these princes have the ability to protect themselves, it will be fine. If they are allowed to station more troops, they will cause trouble sooner or later.

They traveled all over Britain in one year, and Davian had now brought everything he could. Soldiers, food, weapons, they were fully prepared.

Although there were only 800 people, it was enough. Davian led them to the city of Carrion. They had heard rumors that the six kings had joined forces to launch a siege against the young King Arthur.

Although the coalition army of kings consisted of only 8,000 people, to be honest, this was already a heavy pressure for young Arthur.

In Cornwall, Tristan put on his cloak, and his private soldiers were ready. Although they were called private soldiers, they were actually given to him by King Mark. Wouldn't it be nice to make some good friends? Anyway, King Mark knew that he didn't have the ability to fight for Britain, so it was necessary to build a good relationship with the man who pulled out the sword of the king.

"Rest well at home, my wife. I will come back to pick you up once things are stable over there." Tristan faced his wife Isolde with a smile. At this moment, her belly bulge was already quite obvious.

"Okay, my love, you have to work hard. Now is the time for you to really start to become famous in the world. Your brother, our friend, the Lion Knight Davian must be on his way there as well."

Isolde smiled and looked gently at the excellent knight in front of her whose heart was as pure as a child. When Tristan heard the name of his good brother, he showed an undisguised smile.

"I heard that he saluted the young King Arthur on the day of the King Selection, and he had obviously accepted the fact that he was the lord of the entire island. Even Merlin said that Davian would eventually achieve great things as the most glorious lord in the future, so I have to believe it."

When he said this, he couldn't help himself. But he soon realized that it was time to say goodbye and the soldiers were still waiting for him.

"Well, now it's time to show them the strength of the Sad Knight. Come to think of it, who gave me this nickname? Do I look sad? Or is it because of my family problems that I got this nickname? My mother is proud of my birth."

Isolde walked forward while listening to his words. She took Tristan's hand and whispered to him, "My husband is one of the best knights in Britain, and also one of the most poetic knights. Now let them see that you are not only good at music and poetry, but also in martial arts."

Hearing this, Tristan smiled with glory and joy. He said in a deep voice that if he went out, the result would be victory. Then he withdrew his hand, turned around and strode away.

Looking at his back, Isolde couldn't help but chuckle. Her husband was still like this, and she didn't know what to say about him.

At this moment, Arthur, who was still reading the report in Carrion City, was smiling. Kai was a little anxious beside him, but when he was about to speak, he saw Merlin shaking his head at him, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.

"I see, let's go out of the city to fight." Arthur finally came to this conclusion, and Kai was dumbfounded. What was his brother trying to do? They only had less than a thousand people, and the other side had eight thousand! Were we going out of the city to fight even if the odds were eight to one?

"Your Majesty, I suggest that we should set up traps and barricades outside to force the enemy knights to dismount and fight. After delaying the battle, we can move into the city and engage in street fighting. This way, we will have a greater chance of winning."

Kai put forward his suggestion, but Arthur just shook his head. He said that he certainly knew that this was a better way to win, but if that was the case, the loss of the people in the city would be too great.

"This is not the right thing to do. We should go out of the city to fight, that's all." Arthur explained the matter very clearly, and Kai was completely speechless.

Because they had been doing this for the past year. Just now, because the pressure was too great, he was thinking about whether he should change his strategy, but Arthur still maintained his own idea.

"Sir Kai, go and prepare. Although we only have ten knights and less than a thousand soldiers, we will never lose. We will definitely not lose at this starting point! Let us start our road to victory at this moment. We cannot fail, and we have no capital to fail!"

Arthur stood up and said this with a boldness that Kai found unimaginable, and Kai stopped talking after hearing what he said. He walked out of the small reception room quickly to get ready, and on the way out he couldn't help laughing.

Has my brother reached this point? I can't believe it. Is this the future King of Glory? It seems that he has adapted very quickly.

Arthur exhaled and sat back. He said to Merlin, "Finally I have given Brother Kai some confidence. Leave the rest to me. I hope I can cause less bloodshed. After all, they are all citizens of Britain and the future's vital force."

Merlin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. My knight is on the way. The roar of a lion is not something a rat can listen to. If you listen to that roar, you will definitely pay the price of your heart breaking."