Lords of Camelot

Daily life passed peacefully, and Mordred, Gareth, and Morrison returned. As usual, the first thing they did when they returned was to report to Davian.

Facing these young guys, Davian didn't need to go to greet them in person. Not only because of their seniority, but also because this matter was too common and too easy, so Davian didn't need to meet them.

Victory was within their grasp, like going out hunting. If they couldn't do it well, Davian would hold them accountable.

"You've become more powerful. Even I don't know what to say to you... Perhaps this is fate. We old guys are on the road to retirement. Next is the era of you young people."

Davian leaned back in his chair, his face showing that he was proud of his daughter and son. These two guys would never let him down, and with this result, he no longer had to worry about their future.

The two men in armor saluted Davian, and then Gareth smiled as brightly as the sun. Davian liked his daughter's bright smile, which was just like the sun.

If Gawain is the sun at noon, shining on everything, just and majestic, then the smile of his precious daughter is like the rising sun at dawn, refreshing and full of vitality.

Davian stood up and held the two children in his arms. He loved his two children deeply.

Whether it was Mordred or Gareth, at this moment, they could only feel the deep embrace of their father. His aura was so strong, and the lion's love for his offspring was undisguised.

When he loosened his arms, he signaled the two boys that they didn't need to stay here any longer. Go and accompany their stepmother and visit their brother.

Gareth and Mordred left happily after receiving Davian's permission, and Davian also walked out of his tent with a smile. Looking at the backs of the two boys leaving, he felt that this was the most correct thing he had done in his life in the past ten years.

"The growth of these two boys is really beyond my expectation~ Oh, if Gareth was also a man, then maybe she would be more suitable to inherit your position and continue to lead Camelot."

Facing the nonsense spoken by Vincenrib, who came to him, Davian gave a strong response:

"Hmph~ Don't talk nonsense! I still want to see Gareth wearing a wedding dress and getting married! If you talk nonsense again next time, I will smack your head. Oh, by the way, have you thought about what path you want your Vincennes to take?"

Wen Qinlibu said he had not thought about it yet. His son is still very young and he feels it would be better to wait another seven or eight years before starting to educate him.

"Well, I'll go to the palace. There are only so many daily chores anyway. Now that I'm done, I should go to the palace and take a look."

Davian picked up the Water Sword and headed towards the palace, but he never expected that today he would encounter the most terrifying thing in his life.

When he arrived at the palace, he felt that everything was the same as before. However, he was surprised that the palace was somewhat deserted today. What happened?

As he went on, Agrawen came to him and said, "Lord, King Arthur is waiting for you in the room. Please follow me."

Davian nodded, indicating that he would lead the way. The two went to King Arthur's room, which was his bedroom. Even Agrawen and Davian could not come to this room without the king's permission.

However, at this moment, the first moment he entered the house, Davian opened his eyes wide, because at this moment, he could already see...

Seeing Guinevere's slightly bulging belly.

"Ageguiwen, get out!" Ageguiwen, who had just led Davian in, was judged as a nosy person by Davian at the first moment. Ageguiwen did not hesitate and immediately obeyed Davian's order and left the room.

If he stayed any longer, he felt that Davian's sword handle would be aimed at his face.

Arthur just stood there, with a helpless expression on his face. The most terrible thing had finally happened, something they had not expected but was also within reason.

"I didn't expect it to happen. It's really hard to imagine..." Arthur said so. Davian nodded, and then he threw the sword in his hand.

The Water Sword pierced through the mirror on Guinevere's dressing table, and then dark magical consciousness flowed out from it.

"Oh? You actually saw through it right away? You actually saw through something that Arthur couldn't see through? You are worthy of being the Lion Knight, a great warrior whose true power has long surpassed everyone else."

This voice was something that neither Davian nor Arthur would forget, because only she would deliberately stir up trouble like this. The entire island was now quite peaceful, but she was unwilling to give up her boring idea.

"We have turned this island into a pretty good country. Why don't you give up, Morgan? Are you doing this for the lives of the people on this island, or just for your own boring ambitions and desires?"

"It's ridiculous! What a good country! The land is declining, the mystery is declining, and the world's will is suppressed! Arthur has no way to make this island go to the future! I! Only I! I can continue the mystery of this island and let the fairies and the mystery be active again on this island!"

Morgan's voice full of resentment and hatred came from the dark shadow, and Davian and Arthur fell silent. Because Morgan's words touched their sore spot, they really couldn't do it.

However, being unable to do so does not mean agreeing with Morgan's approach. Because Davian and Arthur both know one thing: if the mysterious creatures return, what will happen to the majority of humans on the island?

Fairies are mysterious, and so are Warcraft. The First Legion has dealt with enough of these things. Davian will not give these things a chance to come back, because the next era is the human era, and the mystery should fade away.

So Davian snorted coldly. At this moment, this dark magic consciousness felt that it was being stared at by an unimaginable terrifying existence. That terrifying, strong murderous intent was heading directly for her soul and her spirit!

The lion has set its sights on her soul.

The first thing that came to her mind was a thought: retreat! Just like the feeling when Davian broke free from her magic and rushed towards her, she had to run away immediately! Retreat, retreat, retreat!

However, it was too late. If he hadn't been preparing for this attack, why would Davian have talked so much nonsense with her? When this magic consciousness returned to Morgan's magic workshop in Orkney, a strong icy attack came and hit Morgan's whole body!

Even though it spans a huge distance, this powerful blow can still break through the magic workshop's defense and injure Morgan!

The clothes fell to the ground like tiles, and Morgan's body was covered with frostbite. The intense cold made Morgan lie on the ground, hugging his arms and shivering.

She still underestimated Davian.