[Comprehensive] Enkidu

Living is a painful thing.

Living without hope is like a vine without light and moisture, slowly twisting into a contradictory appearance as it grows vigorously, but he has long forgotten what a normal look is, and he has long forgotten the feeling of being loved.

Even more frightening is that no one told him what was right and what was wrong.

Mordred held his sword high and killed a knight who was about to escape neatly.

Even though he was wearing a helmet to conceal his identity, there was nowhere to hide the Shura-like aura. Accompanied by the knight's screams, he wiped the blood stains on the armor expressionlessly.

"What's wrong with our king, how dare you betray him?"

A gloomy voice slowly sounded from the shielding helmet. It was hard to imagine that it was the voice of a teenager in adolescence. For the escaped knights, it was the whisper of the devil under the ground, urgently pulling their last vitality.

Originally they thought that even if they betrayed the king, even if they were captured and returned, they would only strip away the honor of the knight, but what they met was the ruthless Mordred instead of the benevolent King Arthur.

In Mordred's heart, the rebels have only one way to die. As for the atonement, wait until you go to hell before you repent.

"King Arthur... he is too noble and perfect... It is really painful to stay with such a king, so we choose to leave."

Not so.

But the knight still uttered insincere words.

Because the management of the nobles was too oppressive, many nobles secretly made many small moves. They did not dare to target King Arthur, who was stable and loved by the people, but secretly began to divide King Arthur's strength.

Since ancient times, money has touched people's hearts, and not all noble kings are noble knights.

Some knights can stick to their hearts, and some still put their chips in a better position even though they feel guilty. Not only that, they also want to spread rumors about King Arthur's reputation. It is the king's reason for their escape, and they must create stains even if the king has no stains.

A rebel knight full of lies makes the king sitting on a high place even more dazzling. Perhaps in a place he doesn't know, he is full of feelings that he can't get close to such a king, such a king who is so beautiful that he is not human at all. The pain repels it.

"madness."

There was a contemptuous snort from the chest, and under the terrified eyes of the knight, Mordred ended his life.

The blood and killing filled his restless body with joy. He obtained subtle satisfaction in this one-sided battle. Mordred randomly swept towards the main road that blocked the knights who wanted to leave, It's already full of dead bodies.

Corpses are the most useless things. Their function is only to fill the stomachs of vultures passing by. He doesn't even intend to let Camelot's soldiers restrain these betrayers.

The blood of the enemy stained Mordred's armor, and when he rode back to Camelot on his steed, even the Knights of the Round Table were shocked by what Mordred had done.

"The king asked you to bring them back, but you killed them all?"

The most incomprehensible thing is the Bedivere knights. The colleagues who were working together and living together some time ago, talking and laughing, are now all turned into dead souls under Mordred's sword. Moreover, the king's order did not have the condition of killing them all.

"A traitor does not deserve to live."

Mordred raised his chin high and looked into Bedivere's eyes. He didn't understand that Bedivere, who was also a knight of the round table, sympathized with those defected knights instead of solving the burden for King Arthur.

"Let's report to the king first."

Tristan shook his head to signal Bedivere to calm down. At that moment, he felt Mordred's undisguised killing intent towards Bedivere, and his original appreciation turned into defense.

After getting along for so long, the Knights of the Round Table finally saw the unstable side of Mordred's character.

After learning the news, King Arthur summoned Mordred alone in the study.

Mordred lowered his head, staring at the floor absent-mindedly, but he didn't meet the king's eyes. Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, he still felt guilty when facing his bloody father.

He became a Knight of the Round Table to get his approval, but Mordred didn't think he could rely on this...to get Arthur's approval.

"Looked up."

Wang's voice was so calm.

Mordred raised his head reflexively, and his sloppy standing posture immediately became upright, his hands that had nowhere to rest were tightly attached to his thighs, forming a perfect military posture.

There were no emotional fluctuations in King Arthur's green eyes. The experience of these years had already restrained his excess emotions. It was difficult for others to see what the king was thinking, and neither could Mordred.

"You will be responsible for burying those escaped knights later."

There was no punishment, no anger, and that kind of easy-going and indifferent attitude made Mordred feel a strong sense of discomfort.

When he killed those knights, he had imagined that Arthur would be angry and would tell him that he was wrong. Mordred also prepared a set of stubborn words, and when King Arthur spoke, he would prove himself right.

However, in Arthur's mind, Mordred was just one of the knights under his command. Although he had an important position, it didn't mean that he could take over and replace Arthur in deciding anything.

Arthur needs Mordred to slowly understand his position.

"Forgive me for not being able to fulfill your wishes, my lord."

The Knight King's eyes finally cast a deeper halo.

"If you can find a reason to convince me, I will agree with your decision."

"I want all the knights to understand the fate of the traitors. The more tragic and humble the fate of those rebellious knights, the fewer and fewer people will be incited to betray the king."

Such cruel words uttered from Mordred's mouth, as if it should be taken for granted, even the king should think so. He has forgotten that these people were not only enemies, but also had a good time together as partners.

"Besides, being killed by me is due to their incompetence."

Hunting and being hunted are the instincts of beasts. Mordred did not live as a human in the first half of his life, but was trained by his mother to be a qualified beast.

There is no emotional concept, and it will not be bound by morality. As a human being, it is a little bit worse, but as a weapon, it is just perfect.

"You can't gain popular support by relying on tyranny, and I don't need to do it to secure my position."

Intimidation and deterrence will only restore this hard-to-repair country to its battered appearance, and Britain needs to get through the next few years quietly and steadily.

Even though he was a little sad because a few knights left him, Arthur let go and forgave them. He just wanted to know the reason for their departure and then give them freedom, but all this has been completely destroyed by Mordred.

Intellectually, Mordred was not at fault except for disobeying the king's orders, but emotionally he was even more surprised that a young man who could be called a child was so vicious in his behavior.

"I think you need to think about it carefully, Lord Mordred. As for the burial, I will leave it to Agguvin and Bedivere to arrange it."

Wang's tone was soothing and gentle enough, and he was still willing to guide Mordred in the direction, but unfortunately the relationship between the two would still not soften in the slightest, as if there was some transparent wall between father and son.

When Arthur spoke, Mordred's attention turned to the sword of the sworn victory placed on the desk.

In its predecessor, there is also a sword in the stone that symbolizes royal power.

Compared with the simplicity and simplicity of the sword that vowed victory, the sword in the stone is more magnificent and solemn. Legend has it that only the person who pulls out the sword in the stone is the king whose destiny belongs to him.

His father was the great King Arthur, and Mordred firmly believed that if the sword in the stone appeared in front of him, he would be able to pull it out, ascend the throne amidst the cheers of the crowd, and lead Britain to a new era. future.

So, what kind of king do you want to be?

......have not thought.

He wanted his father to look up to him instead of silently scolding him, he wanted to accept flowers and praise like his father, he wanted to be a hero, like the character in every heroic story he heard in Enkidu's arms as a child , they are majestic, respected, and they can bring laughter to many, many people.

The lonely knight crossed the castle, ignoring the slightly fearful greetings of the knights. Mordred went to the castle a lot, and would stay in the royal city for a period of time after training almost every day. Not every time he met the king, but to meet another people.

Enkidu broke off the withered flower branch, and felt the familiar breath again.

With a slight pause in his hand, he continued to arrange these withered flowers, waiting for the spring to be buried in the soil, to become the nutrient of the earth, and to save and work hard for the next flowering.

Perhaps it was the first time that they felt puzzled, and even thought it was a hostile approach, but the strange thing was, perhaps because of some concerns, the two of them never met each other from the beginning to the end.

The clay figurine can easily use breath perception to understand each other, but he has never used this ability, and the two sides kept a close distance until that person disappeared.

When he finished sorting out these tasks, the eyes that had been staring at him for a long time had disappeared in the corridor, and only a small white daisy that had not faded in late spring was gently placed on the ground.

Enkidu picked it up before it was blown away by the wind.

Who did he tell it to?When asked what he likes, he replied without thinking that he likes spring flowers the most, especially early spring daisies, which bloom brilliantly against the morning sun, which is undoubtedly a beautiful sight that cannot be seen in Uruk.

Only that child, but that child has been away for a long time, maybe when we meet again, he will grow a little taller, running freely in the field like a flower in early spring, full of fresh breath.

The author has something to say: Mordred is a bad boy with bad views.

There was no one to guide him, and Arthur couldn't teach children, so tragedy happened.

If there is a chance to correct, he will definitely become a very good person, just like Xiao Mo.

I will write that when he corrects, the really gentle and awkward child will appear.

The last paragraph is purely Xiao Mo's fantasy. He is really not suitable to be a king, and he doesn't even have leadership skills.

But he definitely fits in, being a great hero.