Lords of Camelot

Blood dripped from the tip of Clarent's sword to the ground, and Mordred ended the battle.

He personally pierced Arthur's heart with Clarent's pure silver sword, and he successfully did what he was supposed to do.

Arthur looked at the phantom of the Lion Knight who was blocking his holy sword with the water sword. Although the pain of his broken heart made him uncomfortable, he actually wanted to laugh at this moment.

When the battle was over, the phantom of the Lion War slowly disappeared. The still holy Water Sword fell and pierced into the ground. Both of them were no longer able to lift the holy sword.

And the next moment, it disappeared, its mission was over.

"Thank you, thank you, father." Tears rolled down Mordred's eyes and fell to the ground. His thanks were to Arthur in front of him and Davian behind him. Gratitude to these two people filled his heart.

Mordred loosened his hand and retreated backwards, the blood vessels on his forehead bulging, veins popping out, even with the help of the phantom of the lion. In order to defeat Arthur, he still burned his life, and now he was in a state where he could fall down at any time.

"Why are you crying? Why are you crying, Mordred?" Arthur said so, looking at Mordred in front of him.

Hearing this, Mordred wiped away his tears. Arthur nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Mordred, don't be sad about my death. You did a good job and you are now on the right path.

Even if our lives will disappear with the wind in the next moment, there will be no regrets in our hearts.

Because you grasped your destiny and spent your life on the right path. This strong will, you undoubtedly inherited everything from Davian and me, and that is enough. "

Having received Arthur, and the affirmation of his biological father at the last moment, Mordred closed his eyes, and those precious memories of the person he loved rolled through his mind.

The moment he fell to the ground, he smiled with relief. Thinking back carefully... it was truly a happy life.

Arthur looked at the fallen Mordred, then pulled out the Clarent that had pierced his heart and threw it aside. At this moment, he could already see the three people approaching him from a distance. It was really hard for them to rush over at the last minute.

Lancelot, Gawain, and Bedivere came over at the same time. Looking at the severely injured King Arthur, Bedivere gritted his teeth. But Arthur just shook his head. Although his body was in great pain, he still stood up and gave orders to the people in front of him.

"Sir Bedivere, take the scabbard over there, take my holy sword as well, go through the forest over there, and go to the lake. Return the holy sword and scabbard to the fairy in the lake. At that moment, your mission will be completed."

Bedivere knelt on the ground in grief, but at this moment he had to obey the king's order and put away the holy sword and scabbard. This was the task entrusted to him by King Arthur.

"Sir Lancelot, the future of both sides is in your hands. Please continue to protect Britain for a while. I believe it won't take long. After all, our successors are great."

Arthur's next order was given to Lancelot, who knelt on the ground and saluted as a knight, then said that everything was left to him.

Finally, Arthur looked at Gawain. Gawain knelt slowly and said, "King, I will dedicate the rest of my life to protect the good and their future as much as I can."

"You have done nothing wrong, Gawain. My era should have ended. The mysterious era will end, and the next era will be the human era. Take good care of them. This is my last wish for you."

After giving these orders to the three men, Arthur nodded and let Gawain take him away.

It was time to go home; he could no longer stay in Britain.

Leaving Camlann Hill and passing through the forest, the four of them finally came to the lake. Bedivere sank the holy sword and scabbard into the water in front of Arthur, and seeing this, Arthur nodded with relief.

"It's time." He said this, and then in the distance, in the mist, a small boat slowly came towards this side.

Gawain fell silent for a moment as he looked at the woman in black veil, but he still picked up Arthur's body and put it into the boat.

He placed Arthur's head on the lap of the woman in black veil, who began to hum a ballad, and the boat slowly sailed into the fog.

Arthur was finally able to close his eyes on this boat... Yes, no matter what, they needed a kind of plain and quiet feeling. And that kind of tranquility could only be found in sleep.

Looking back, he had always been too hard on himself with Davian. Now he realized that fatigue had already filled his heart, and now he finally had freedom and peace.

Maybe now is the time for him to go to bed.

Yes, it's time to go to bed now.

[Davian...did you have the same thought when you fell into eternal sleep?]

The remaining three rode back to Camelot, and Wincenrib and his men also returned after a bloody fight. All the traitors were beheaded, without exception, and this time they really tried their best.

King Arthur killed the traitor Mordred in the battle, but died bravely. His sword and scabbard have been returned to the Fairy of the Lake, and his body has returned to Avalon, where he will sleep forever and never return.

They will mourn for this, but the country cannot be without a ruler for a day. With the recommendation of everyone, Gawain took over the position of regent. And under the advice of everyone, they abolished the position of Lord Camelot.

Although it seemed like a move to seize power, the remaining members of the Round Table felt that whoever sat on the throne of Lord Camelot would face an overly cruel fate.

So, let's leave it all at that.

Since the world no longer needs King Arthur, it also no longer needs the Lord of Camelot. Now let people take control of their own destiny and create their own era.

However, Gawain did not stay in the position of regent for too long. After seven years, he passed the position to his son Kingarin.

Their vision was indeed correct at the beginning. Jin Jialin showed talents that they also recognized and became the person who could lead them in the future.

Britain has since prospered, and its dark past has vanished.

Then, on a certain quiet day, Merlin also disappeared from this land, but her disappearance was so quiet that no one knew about it except Gareth.

Gareth took over as the leader of the First Legion, and Morrison was her deputy. Winchenlib was very optimistic about the relationship between the two, but Morrison was a little clumsy and could not express his feelings well in front of Gareth, which gave Winchenlib a headache.

However, one day, at the recruit inspection station, Gareth saw a face that made her feel familiar.

At the same time, she also heard the man say in a calm but courageous voice: "Eisenhorn, my name is Eisenhorn Slerik."