The Sixth Level of Academy City

What a distant term... Arturia tightly held the golden sword in her hand. Now she knew that she was actually King Uther's own flesh and blood, and her father should be the previous Celtic king, but she I can never forget my nominal adoptive father...

In my impression, my father is very young, with superb martial arts skills, even stronger than my first knight Lancelot, and he can even cook well, which is an area that most of the knights under her command cannot control.

Even though her father has been fighting outside all the year round, it is difficult for her to see her a few times, but the swordsmanship that her father gave her has benefited her all her life. Now every time she wields the long sword in her hand, she can always feel that her father is by her side.

Therefore, although Artoria, who is carrying the status of a king and claims to be the son of King Uther, may miss her father who taught herself to fight, cook for herself, and play with herself.

But he is no longer here...

He said back then that he would go home for dinner, but there was no news after he left, and even Merlin didn't want to mention it again.

After that, Artoria knew that Merlin built a fortress on the west coast, and heard him mention that it was to guard the dark power rising from the sea, but her father also walked towards the sea back then, and Artoria was still there I met an old man in a small village by the sea. He handed him a few gold coins from Yuehu Ridge, saying that a knight came to that village a long time ago...

Shaking her head and throwing these irrelevant thoughts out of her mind, Arturia was riding on the steed, her right hand holding the sword trembling a little.

The fighting time was too long, so long that Artoria didn't know how long she fought and how many people she killed, but the golden sword in her hand was still shining, without a trace of blood.

The army camped here, and the Council of the Knights of the Round Table had already discussed the final solution - the battle to the death at Moon Lake Ridge. They must not give up the most affluent land in the Kingdom. Moreover, the location of Moon Lake Ridge strangles the coastal port and is far away from the knights. The city of Camelot is also unstoppable, and the trade center in the north-south and east-west directions is on Moon Lake Ridge.

Faced with such an important area, whether it is military, economic, or political, no one will give it up.

"My lord, you haven't eaten anything for almost two days..."

Bedivere held a piece of dry food and handed it to Arturia who was sitting in the tent and looking at the wartime map.

Artoria took the food and put it aside, pointed to the place where the troops camped, rowed to the shore, and asked Bedivere, "Sir Bedivere, I ask you, from our camp, ride a fast horse , how long will it take to reach Wangya Castle overnight?"

Bedivere's heart trembled, the king was asking himself the countermeasure?Wangya Castle is the fortress guarded by Merlin, the chief counselor of the kingdom. It is said that it was built to stop the invincible tide of darkness, and the most elite troops of the kingdom are stationed inside.

If it is said that someone else spent a lot of time building such a fortress, and they are still talking about resisting some kind of darkness, even if Bedivere has a good temper, he will definitely cut it with a sword first, but the impact of the word "Merlin" on the entire kingdom Too deep, no one dares to think that what Merlin did was aimless

"My king... I thought I would be able to arrive within one night at most."

"Then how long do you think it will take for Merlin to come to support with an army?" Arturia's face was expressionless, and Bedivere couldn't see her thoughts.

Bedivere thought about it carefully, and said cautiously, "My king wants to ask Master Merlin for help... Forgive me for being obtuse, if I don't go to the forest that Master Merlin designated as a restricted area, I'm afraid the army stationed in Wangya Castle , it will take at least two days to arrive."

"Then Bedivere, how long do you think we can last?"

"My king...there is no danger to defend here. With our backs against the cliff, we will fight to the death with the enemy, and we don't have magicians accompanying the army. If the enemy attacks from all fronts, we can last at most half a day."

"Is that so..."

Artoria closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and said to Bedivere, "Okay, sir, I understand, you go down first, and let me think about it."

Bedivere wanted to say something, but he hesitated. He understood that if Arturia made up his mind, then what he said would be useless. His king would fight to the death if he needed him, and he would gallop if he needed help. Call for help, that's all he can do.

When Bedivere walked out of the tent, Arturia rested her head on her right hand and sighed, still thinking about the war against the army in her heart—but now that Merlin can't come out, this is indeed a dead end...

What should I do, father?

Chapter 121 The only way to destroy

The attack begins...

The horn of the enemy has already sounded. These legions from the north once defeated King Uther's army with a force of destruction, but under the command of Merlin, they were defeated and left. It took a long time for them to recover.

Their name is Saxon, and they are a group of lunatics who burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil, but this also makes them good at fighting.

Compared with the Saxons, Britain, which has been under the oppression of the Roman Empire for a long time, is really difficult to support. If Arturia hadn't pulled out the sword of the king's election and led the people of Britain to rise up to resist, Britain might have sunk in the Saxons. Under the flames of war.

The knights led by Artoria were invincible at the beginning, but the Saxons did not know where they got a large number of accompanying magicians, using a kind of evil and powerful magic, almost wiped out Artoria and the others Fortunately, they broke through the enemy's encirclement with their excellent top-notch combat power, but now they are going to engage in a defensive battle with no chance of winning.

There is no danger to defend in ancient wars is a mortal danger, let alone Arturia and the others have no way to retreat now.

Arturia stood at the forefront of the formation on horseback, staring at the billowing smoke and dust caused by the enemy cavalry, unsheathed the golden sword, pointed forward obliquely, and shouted at the soldiers, "All troops, prepare to fight!"

Lancelot, who had always been fearless, didn't know why. When he heard the word "combat", he trembled violently. He knew that he was definitely not afraid of the enemy's army, but what was coming... …

Raised by elves, besides his superb martial arts, he actually has some unknown abilities, such as this kind of foresight of danger, which allows him to save himself from danger in many dangerous battles. Since yesterday, a kind of oppressive The terrible pressure on his nerves enveloped him.

But now, that force is getting closer... as if, right above the sky? !

Lancelot's pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds. His excellent eyesight allowed him to see something falling in the sky.

"Here we come!" Lancelot whispered, his right hand holding "Undamaged Lake Light" squeezed hard on the ground armor and made a sound.

"Lance?" Gawain noticed Lancelot's words, and he smiled, "The enemy is indeed coming. Why, aren't you ready yet?"

Lancelot's voice was terrible, "No, there's something else, here it comes!"

"Huh? What?" Gao Wen was completely confused, and when he was about to ask, he noticed a sudden change in the formation of the enemy army ahead, "Huh? What happened to them, are there deserters? Or is there some other change?"

"he came!"

Lancelot raised his head suddenly, a stream of black and red light broke through the thick clouds, and amidst the endless thunder, it pierced fiercely into the enemy's hinterland like a bunch of fiery arrows.

Gawain and the other knights hurriedly reined in the horses, which were a little disturbed by the loud noises caused by the impact of unknown objects and the ground, but they didn't understand that the horses actually felt some kind of power that frightened them even more. If it wasn't for well-trained The war horse, at this time, I am afraid that they have already scattered and fled.

"What is that?!" Gawain asked Lancelot, "Lance, do you know something? Is it their magic?!"

"No, no!" Lancelot held his sword and comforted his horse, "I don't know, I only know that that thing makes me feel an endless threat! It can kill all of us in an instant! "

Gawain just felt his head was hit hard. This news is a bit too explosive. The members of the Knights of the Round Table clearly know how strong Lancelot is, but it is impossible for him to face a Only the army, but he actually said that threat could kill everyone present.

Artoria's beautiful eyes revealed a puzzled expression, she didn't know what happened, but no matter what, the most important thing is to stabilize the morale of the army first, otherwise...

Just when she was about to give an order, an unknown force suddenly tore a huge gap in the enemy's impenetrable battle line—a death mouth of blood and flesh!