Lords of Camelot

A few months later, Arthur had already finished the war with Rome and boarded the warship back to Britain.

Although he lost two ships and hundreds of soldiers' lives in the battle with Rome, he won several times more than the losses.

The faces of the soldiers on the deck were filled with happy expressions. The long-lasting war with the aliens was finally over. Although we can only pray for God's favor in successive years of disaster, the struggle between people has finally ended.

The soldiers who were exhausted by the fatigue of life also had hope in their eyes. They repeated like a mantra, "This time there is a chance to be saved." Yes, now that they have this opportunity to recuperate, they will feel much better.

Arthur stood at the bow, listening to the shouts of joy from behind. He did not join in.

After receiving the news of Davian's death, Arthur was filled with a sense of loneliness. He could not feel the joy and lost the desire to share joy with others.

He had no one to share with, only himself.

When he arrived at the port, Mordred came to greet him personally. Although Arthur was surprised, he still accepted the kindness.

He felt that he and Mordred had a common language because they had both lost the most important people.

"My king, congratulations on winning another war." Mordred said this after performing the knight's salute to him. Arthur nodded. Victory was indeed a victory.

"Mordred, victory on the battlefield cannot make up for my heart. In this battle, I lost my most precious friend. Where is your father buried? I will go to see him as soon as I return."

Hearing this, Mordred fell silent. He said that Davian was buried in the garden of Camelot Palace. His tombstone was there, but it was quite small. His father would definitely not like them to have a grand ceremony.

Arthur nodded. That was indeed Davian's style. He certainly wouldn't like these people doing that kind of thing.

Then Arthur looked at the water sword that Mordred placed behind his back and said some words of encouragement.

"Since you have inherited your adoptive father's sword, you must firmly do what you should do. Mordred, you are his pride."

Such words made Mordred's body tremble slightly, and then he said that he would definitely work hard, because he was the successor of his adoptive father and his pride.

After this simple greeting, Mordred and Arthur set out on the journey back to Camelot. Along the way, Mordred was silent most of the time. Arthur could understand that this was the grief of losing his father.

However, when they marched to Camlann, something suddenly went wrong. Seven armies came towards them from all sides, and Arthur immediately realized that the princes on the island had launched a rebellion.

"Mordred, stay with me! Let's fight our way out together!" As soon as Arthur spoke, the guards around Mordred had already launched an attack on Arthur.

Arthur couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could it be? How could Mordred betray him?

In his sight, the guards beside Mordred brought him a box. Mordred opened the box and took out the sword.

"Clarent? How could it be...Mordred, you actually betrayed me?"

Arthur showed a sad expression, then he drew out the sword of promised victory. Now there was no need to say anything, he could only fight.

In the chaos, Lancelot swung his sword and killed all the enemies who blocked his way. However, such killing could only last until this moment, because he saw the man in front of him.

He was wearing ordinary armor, a helmet, and a large sword in its scabbard. The soldiers around him didn't know who this man was, but Lancelot knew his true identity.

"You are no match for him. Go support King Arthur and I will take care of him."

He could not bear to let the soldiers around him fight with such an enemy, so he asked them to support King Arthur. Lancelot would stay and face the enemy alone, and he would do his best.

When there was no one around and only the two of them were left, Lancelot's Arondite pointed at the knight in front of him and spoke: "Sir. Gawain, why do you stand on the side of the traitor?"

"It's nothing, it's just fate. Go for it. Sir Lancelot, I will stop you here. The battle between my king and Mordred will be between them."

Lancelot was stunned when he heard Gawain address Arthur. He still called Arthur the king, and the sincerity in his words did not change.

He already knew that there was a reason for this, but at this moment he could not say any more words, because Gawain had already taken the lead in wielding the Kaledin and was coming to kill him, and he could not let Lancelot pass, this was his mission.

The battle between the two sides broke out. Lancelot's sword skills were better than Gawain's, but his basic attributes were not as good as Gawain's who held the triple blessing under the sun.

Therefore, Lancelot adopted a completely defensive stance at this moment. He did not attack, but concentrated on defense. He only launched an offensive to equalize the situation when he was about to be overwhelmed.

If it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been chopped in half by Kaledin's powerful swing, but Lancelot's Arondite had the characteristic of never being damaged. If he just took a defensive stance, Lancelot believed that he would never be defeated easily.

As long as he could drag the time until sunset, he would have the opportunity to defeat Gawain in front of him and support King Arthur.

The sounds of killing around them did not change their fighting, and this war was not as good as those when Davian was still there. It must be said that when he was still there, he would not allow the battle to be delayed, and he always used the strongest force to crush all enemies.

However, at the moment when the sun was setting, Lancelot seized the opportunity. He jumped up and swung his sword with all his strength. The blue light on Arondite surged and pressed directly towards Gawain!

"All chains are broken, passing through the heavy lake light!" As soon as the holy swords of both parties came into contact, powerful blue magic power pressed towards Gawain.

Gawain was equally unwilling to be outdone, and his Kaledin burst into flames, which enveloped Gawain like a broken setting sun, providing him with protection.

However, at this moment Lancelot realized that something was wrong. Although Gawain looked like a broken setting sun, he was still so strong that his Arondite could not break him up at all!

"Lancelot. You can't defeat me. The only one who can defeat me in Britain is Lord Davian! With his power, even the sun can be frozen into ice!"

The moment Gawain finished speaking, the flames on his body became more solid. The shattered setting sun was restored to its original state and even more powerful at this moment. The golden brilliance even completely overwhelmed the blue lake light.

Then he shouted loudly and knocked Lancelot out directly. At this moment, the winner was decided!

Lancelot used his sword as a crutch and stood up again. At this moment, Gawain had taken off his helmet, and the two looked at each other. Lancelot didn't want to say anything at this moment.

Because there was nothing he could do, and I'm afraid even Mordred and Arthur inside had already decided the winner.

"Let's go and witness their last moments. This is what you, a knight who was loyal to the end, and I, a traitor, should do. Just hold your head high and face what you have done."

Gawain untied his cloak and came to Lancelot, and the two of them went towards Camlann Hill.