Camelot Dawn

Pulled away from the battlefield, although it seemed that there was only a transparent barrier between them.After the compartment was built, the magician's real body appeared in front of him belatedly.

Even if it appeared, the cautious magician did not use his real body, but created a suspended image, which made up for the height disadvantage of him standing on the ground and looking up at Lancelot.The young magician's silver hair hung down smoothly, his white robe was spotless, and the skirt was embroidered with elegant jacquards. Compared with Merlin who was dressed in black all the year round, he looked like a witch.However, the fact is that the real black magician is this spotless guy in front of him. As white as Merlin's holy light is, Akefilo's mental power is as black as it is.

"No response when I greeted you? Knights really don't have much education." His Majesty the King of Scotland waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I'm here anyway. I guess you must have something to ask me this time, right? "

So you're just messing around like a messiah?Thank you for not being sensitive.With a sneer in his heart, Lancelot still maintained a flat expression and replied: "That's right."

"Well, ask quickly." Akefilo raised his chin in a good mood.

Lancelot simply ignores the contrived details.He raised his head and looked directly at the other party, with no emotion in his green eyes: "Are you planning to repeat the old trick this time?"

"Do you want to hear it or not?" Akefilo sneered, "Forget it, no matter what measures you take, it may work. Summoning a great holy artifact to play, it's a pity you swore a long time ago Move the prayer."

"...I see." Lancelot turned the horse's head, "The question is over, let's remove the barrier."

But the image of Akefilo moved in front of him, and added: "I advise you not to take chances and dream big" The mage can help you, but he can't do anything for me in this respect, so I put my hope on him, and Arthur still died There is nowhere for you to cry then."

Somewhere in the words touched Lancelot's reverse scale, and his sharp eyes shot at Akefilo: "I warn you that enough is enough, if you dare to touch Arthur, you will wait for Edinburgh to be demolished!"

Akefiro was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Lancelot to answer like this.But soon he put on a innocent and harmless smile: "Don't, I'm not the only one in Edinburgh. In fact, you just need to come back and serve me, right? Then no one will die."

"Well, it's a good idea, think about it slowly." Lancelot didn't give any face.

There was a hint of hurt in the words of the King of Scotland: "Hey, at least give me a reason, why you can serve anyone but don't consider me? Didn't we cooperate well before? I can't see what happened before and after I came to the throne. different..."

Lancelot said nothing.At this time, there was a long and loud horn sound at the end of the valley. The well-trained soldiers of the Cross Legion in the valley retreated to the cliffs on both sides when they heard the horn sound. A group of cavalry entered them like a torrent rushing out of the valley. vacancy.The Scottish army was completely unable to withstand the strong impact brought by the cavalry diving from the hillside, and was knocked over.

"Ah, I was interrupted." Akefilo looked at the dust getting closer in front of the horse's hoof, "I'll go find you later, I have to save my people first." After finishing speaking, Lance Lott was thrown out of the battlefield and disappeared into the crowd of Cross Legion.

Akefilo quickly chanted the spell, and a low white mist accumulated at the bottom of the valley, and the horses rushed into it blindly. The black magic wrapped in the mist invaded their hair and skin, tearing the texture, corroding the flesh, and the horses in front lost their lives. The ability to stand, let alone run, impedes further progress.The valley was blocked, and all of them turned into cross cavalry for a while.The Scottish army seized the time to evacuate. After they left, the fog in the mountains slowly dissipated.

When something unexpected happened, Turas' arrangements suddenly changed from celebrating the victory to cleaning up the mess.When Lancelot came up to him, he repeated with a scowling face: "It's black magic, black magic! I must find the magician, it's so despicable!"

"General, I think he has already left. Since the Scottish army regards him as a trump card, they will definitely protect him well. He must have withdrawn with the army." Lancelot said nonchalantly.

Turas suddenly froze, and then looked at him with some precautions and suspicions. "Have you seen him?"

The vicious eyes of the old general made Lancelot's heart skip a beat. He raised his head and kept calm to meet the needle-like light in Turas' eyes: "No, general. I have never seen any magician."

Turas stared at him for a while, and finally looked away. "Forget it, let's go back to camp."

The author has something to say: the author's school will be in class next weekend, so the update will be suspended once.The author will have a final exam this Friday and next Monday and Tuesday. After the exam, the update speed will be accelerated. Please wait and see! XD

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Regarding historical issues: Scotland was not called Scotland during this period. In fact, it was in the 9th and 10th centuries that a country with Edinburgh as the ruling center and the name "Scotland" was really formed.But in the same way, for the convenience of readers and my convenience of writing, I have adopted the title mode of time travel.The author here once again draws your attention to the historical issues mentioned in this article, which must be mentioned carefully when talking with others, because most of them come from the author's imagination (although it looks very real).If the author can remember it, he will point out the imaginary elements in the article like this time, but if he can't remember it... feel free.

☆, sword and shield

At night, Turas mobilized another part of the troops that were not used during the day, and quietly launched a night attack while the moon was dark and the wind was high.Lancelot was arranged to stay behind and manage the night camp with Turas' assistants.At this time, the soldiers had all returned to their respective tents and stopped moving around. All open fires except those necessary for heating were extinguished, and the camp was dark and quiet.After inspecting all the guard posts, Lancelot also returned to the tent.

The tent was shared by him and Roland, and Roland had already rested at this time.Probably not long after he lay down, the sound of footsteps startled him. The young man got up and lit a candle. After seeing the person coming, he was about to put on his clothes and wait for him to go to bed, when Lancelot held down his hand.

"Sleep with you, leave me alone." Lancelot ordered softly, and blew out the newly lit candle.Roland let out a dazed "Oh" before falling back to sleep.Lancelot didn't intend to sleep at all, and he couldn't sleep. Turas asked him to take charge of the affairs, and he had to wait until the night attacking army returned before he could rest.He sat silently in the dark, behind him was the sound of Roland's gradually becoming even and long breathing. In such silence, his thoughts involuntarily returned to what happened during the day, and the floating figure of Akefiro appeared in his mind .

He doesn't remember when his relationship with Akefilo became so bad. In fact, he can't remember clearly what happened between him and Akefilo in the early years.To him, it was just that there was such a person, without any attraction to him, but he didn't know how he left such a deep impression on him.So in his opinion, Akefilo's attachment to him is really inexplicable, and in recent years it has become something that annoys him, and maybe now is a chance to get rid of it.

My thoughts wandered aimlessly, and quickly shifted from Akefiro to other places, and Camelot, Gaul, and some earlier scenes jumped and shifted.Suddenly, in the darkness, a little firefly blue flame jumped into the eyes.Lancelot blinked, and after realizing that it was not a hallucination, his relaxed nerves tensed up.He lit the candle, the flames still floating in the air, twisting his waist.Lancelot brought the candlestick closer to it, and the blue undead flame drifted away a little, and was still floating two or three steps away in front of him, as if guiding him to follow.

Lancelot recalled what Akefiro said before he disappeared, and guessed that he was coming again, and couldn't help but feel annoyed again: I really want to do what I want!Forget it, he thought to himself, sooner or later we have to make a break with him, so it's better to speak clearly as soon as possible!Thinking of this, Lancelot picked up his sword, blew out the candles and walked out of the tent following the guidance of the undead fire.

The flames kept fluttering and fluttering, and turned out of the camp.Lancelot estimated that Akefilo used similar space magic in the morning to isolate him from the other people in the camp in two adjacent spaces, so that no one noticed that he "run away".He followed the guide into a dark woodland, where the moonlight weakened a lot, and the environment became more eerie.

Sure enough, Akefiro was already waiting there, this time in a physical body, but Lancelot probably wasn't his own body.Several similar blue flames around him hovered in the air, illuminating a space.In the depths of the night, the King of Scots put on a long cloak, and finally looked like a black magician.The fly in the ointment is that the cloak is not black, which greatly reduces the visual effect.Akefiro seems to dislike the look of black, and this thought flashed through Lancelot's mind.

"Acafelo," Lancelot said preemptively after standing still, "if you want to continue the day's conversation by calling me, then you don't need to bother. I advise you to dispel the ignorance of me." I'm obsessed with why, if it's because my short 9 years in Scotland left you too impressed, I'm sorry for that. Anyway, that's in the past, since we can't be friends anymore, please Your Majesty don't come to disturb my life again, I will be very grateful."

After speaking politely and ruthlessly, the blond knight nodded slightly, waiting for the other party's response like a rhetorician who had just delivered a long speech.He saw Akefilo lowering his eyes and looking at the ground in silence, a trace of reluctance flashed in his heart, but then he reminded himself not to be confused by him, he had had enough of the other party's entanglement and it was time to cut the mess quickly, and his heart once again The hardness of iron stone has been restored.

After a long time, Akefilo raised his head again, with the most familiar and charming smile on his face: "You are right, wasting words is meaningless, and I am also bored. So this time, we-- "As he spoke, a pair of slender double knives appeared in his hands, with a strange edge in the blue phosphorescence, "——use your knight's favorite method to solve the problem instead."

The situation unfolded unexpectedly, and a barrier was raised around the two of them to isolate the outside world. Lancelotton felt bad.He was away from the camp for too long, which might cause Turas' dissatisfaction.So he looked at Akefilo with more disgust. This person is really...terribly persistent.

Well, a quick fix is ​​all it takes.

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"Damn it," the King of Scotland closed his eyes with a bit of a headache, "you managed to arouse my interest."

Megana raised her eyebrows, and Akefilo's reaction was as she expected.

"Okay," Akefilo asked, "how is he now?" While asking, the surrounding scenery quickly peeled off, the illusion disappeared, and Megana felt her suppressed spiritual power be released, and her whole body felt incomparable. Refreshing.Akefilo's real body was in front of her right now, his appearance and clothing were exactly the same as in the illusion.

"Very good, joined the Knights of the Round Table a few months ago, and almost became the fastest knight in history. Arthur seems to think highly of him and trusts him. This has never been done before." Megana answered Akefiro's question.

Akefilo snorted: "In your opinion, if I kill Arthur, might he forgive me?"

Being a little speechless by this question, Megana paused for two seconds before answering: "The possibility is very small."

Akefilo curled his lips. "I want to see him." He suddenly raised his head, staring straight at Megana with green eyes, "If you can do me this favor, I will consider working with you."

Hearing this, Megana smiled in her heart. "No problem. Don't forget, I'm still a pharmacist."

The potion that Megana gave Ekefiro is called "Crescent Moon Arrow".Artemis, the goddess who symbolizes the crescent moon, is also the goddess of hunting. Her bow is full of arrows and hits the target.The most important ability of the potion named after her is to track it exactly, even if only a strand of hair of the tracked person is soaked in the potion, even if the tracker is on the other side of the continent, he can still use " The magic of the Arrow of the Crescent Moon found him.

Akefilo took the ampoule handed to him by Megana, and stepped onto a stone platform. In the center of the stone platform, a huge cylindrical stone supported a huge shallow-bottomed disc, which contained a shallow one. Wangshui, the water surface is as flat as a mirror.Akefiro dropped a drop of the potion on the plate, waved his hand across the water, and the water rippled for a while, and when the calm returned, it was the scene of Lancelot and Roland on their way.

"You can drop it in the space magic circle, and then you can reach him." Megana reminded at the right time.

Akefilo waved his hand again, and the surface of the water returned to blankness. "Well, I agree." Akefilo came down from the stone platform, smiling eyes, "Happy cooperation, the comeback 'Mrs. Anna'."

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"The game is over, knight, you can admit defeat." Akefilo took a step back, looking up at Lancelot who was bound in mid-air by the magic circle, panting slightly.His hair became messy during the fight, and he hasn't had time to tidy it up yet. The cloak was cut and thrown away, and the blood stains on his clothes and the wounds exposed to the air all told the intensity of the fight just now.Lancelot is not much better than him, Ekefiro has no ability to hurt him with weapons, but look at his posture now like a flying insect hit a spider web.Apparently, the mage saw that the momentum was not right and opened the plug-in, and completely exploded the knight comrades with 0 magic attack-so why are the majority of black mages discriminated against, their reputations are all created by themselves.

"...I still don't think it's meaningful for you to do this." On the spider web, the flying insect died and the duck said stiffly.

Akefilo grabbed his right hand, thought for a while and switched to his left hand, and said with a strange expression: "You will understand immediately. If you want to live, come to me as soon as possible." Before he finished speaking, Lancelot Te only felt a sudden pain in his wrist, and a cool liquid flowed down his skin.He knew that Akefilo had cut his hand.According to people's general cognition, eight out of ten things that black magicians do that have something to do with "blood" are bad, and the ninth thing is to prepare for doing bad things.Lancelot had a very, very bad feeling.

Akefilo began to chant curses aloud, which was rare.

"The law of gold does not lie, the curse of blood has no time limit, cannot be violated, cannot be joked, only fulfillment of the contract can be restored.

"Akefilo-Wesslan, make a covenant in my own name: If the master of the blood summons the great holy artifact for me, the blood curse will be dissolved and the oath will be terminated. My burnt offering is all my spiritual power, and his price is his the whole future.

"One loses and one loses, one prospers all. The sacrifices are equal, and the blood curse is established."

In front of him, the blood formed a complete and complicated magic circle, and the mental power that came into contact with him made a sizzle sound like boiling, and slowly returned to silence.The blood-red magic circle crawled back to Lancelot's wound, bringing a sharp pain and burning sensation when it entered the flesh and blood, Lancelot trembled violently unexpectedly.At this time, Akefilo removed the sealing magic circle that restrained him, and Lancelot fell from the spider web and fell to the ground.But he couldn't take landing measures yet, the reaction caused by the magic circle was controlling his body, he felt the blood mixed with the spiritual power of black magic flowing back in his body, strongly confronting his own constitution, and it hurt like tearing.The dull pain of landing was nothing.

At this time, he was busy fighting with his body, and he didn't know what Akefilo had done.In his consciousness, he only felt that the pain in his body suddenly eased, and it still existed vaguely, but it was no longer enough to call it a punishment.Akefilo's face appeared in front of his eyes, and he looked at this person, still puzzled.Didn't he target himself all these years, but the Holy Grail?This is a new doubt, but no one has answered it.That face disappeared, and amidst the bursts of dull pain, the exhausted knight seemed to have gained a moment of chaotic peace.

Out of Lancelot's consciousness, Akefiro gently removed the hand on his forehead.Creating an illusion of stability is not difficult for a master illusionist.In the illusion, the knight's spirit can get a short rest, and temporarily escape the long and unbearable pain when the blood curse is concluded.He looked at Lancelot, who was in a deep sleep, carefully scrutinizing every detail. He hadn't had such an opportunity for a long time, and this time, which he had so hard to get, was about to end soon.

"Like what Androme said, come and attack me, the second guardian of the Holy Grail of Justice. Let me be killed by you, or die with you when the blood curse expires. This is... my greatest wish now " Ekefilo took off his smiling mask and whispered with a desolate expression.His fingertips brushed across the knight's sleeping cheek, and he got up and backed away without making any more contact.The magic circle sent Lancelot back to the camp, and Akefiro left quietly like a ghost with a few clusters of blue undead fire.

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When Lancelot woke up, it was still dark, only the sky was blank, and he was awakened by the pain.The fusion of the magic circle is basically completed, but the pain still exists, and the degree has been alleviated a lot.He found that he had returned to his tent, and it was evident that Ekephilo had sent him back.The candle was already lit, which allowed him to see that right next to him, Roland was staring at him intently.

"...Water." Lancelot finally gave up complaining and put forward his needs concisely.God bears witness, he and Akefilo didn't speak more than ten sentences last night, but now his throat is as dry as the ground that has been exposed to the sun all day.

Roland hurriedly went to fetch water for him, and handed it over graciously.While Lancelot was pouring his head up, Roland carefully asked his own question: "Sir, who is your enemy?"

Lancelot tightened the lid of the water bag and put it aside, he hummed suspiciously: "What enemy? Roland, pass me the bandage."

Roland brought him the bandage as promised, and Lancelot rolled up his sleeves and covered the magic circle with the bandage. The young attendant beside him opened his eyes wide: "God!" Looking at the blood-stained wound in disbelief, "Is this an ordinary enemy? You have provoked someone who is not simple...!"

Lancelot withdrew his hand and covered the magic circle expressionlessly. "It's just a fight and a little injury, nothing special. How was the situation when I was away last night? Was Turas's night attack successful? Oh, you must be asleep. I'll ask Tullah when it dawns." Russ himself."

"Mr. Lancelot!" Roland interrupted him protestingly, "Please answer me, what happened last night? Please tell me! As a servant, I was covering my head while my master was fighting with others." sleep, it is already a disgrace to me; now I do not want to be deprived of the only right to know my master's movements. If that is the case, then what is the difference between me and a stranger to you? Or, in your In my eyes, I was just a stranger who was a little more familiar?" His cheeks were a little red from excitement, and after saying these words in one breath, the boy stubbornly refused to look at his master, but stared at the ground, pressing his lips together tightly. lips.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, neither of them spoke or moved, like two logs.Lancelot considered how to speak to appease Roland's emotions while concealing the truth, but before he could speak, Roland got up first. "Sorry, sir, I was impulsive." Roland bowed to him and apologized, "Please act as if I didn't say anything. Do you need me to do anything now?"

His attitude left Lancelot at a loss as to what to do. The chaotic night finally passed. He never expected that he would have a deadlock with his attendant again as soon as he opened his eyes. "I have nothing to help." For the first time, he felt so clumsy and tongue-tied.

Roland nodded: "Then just call me when you need it."

After Roland turned and went out, Lancelot blew out the candle and fell into the darkness again.He doesn't want the day to come so much, because the sun's encroachment on the sky is always absolute and ruthless. It stabs into every corner like a sharp sword. The last barrier of the people.Things that you don't want to face, with the coming of the sun, means you have to face them.Perhaps time uses such a simple method to push people and history forward.

However, even if you don't want to, morning still comes.On November 224, 11, Camelot, the morning in northern England was damp with the mountain wind.The silver-white thin armor made the figure of the young rider stand out from the morning mist, shining like a bright star in the hazy wilderness.It was the central army that Turas was looking forward to. The knight headed by him was Gachris, a young talent from the Knights of the Round Table.Looking around, there are thousands of troops and horses, and the mountains and rivers are majestic.

"General Turas, I kept you waiting." Gakhris personally went to the camp in Turas to make an official announcement after he settled the army, "I am Gakhris-Anthiros of the Knights of the Round Table You have good news and bad news."

"Is there any bad news?" Turas raised his eyebrows.

Gakhris nodded slightly: "The good news is that Camelot has dispatched a total of 2 people, I brought the first batch of 1 people, and the rest are arriving one after another; the bad news is that the 1 people this time 6000 were there to reinforce General Ravana, not you."

Turas frowned: "Does Ravana still need reinforcements?"

Gakhris shrugged: "No way, he wants it, and Camelot will give it."

"Okay, it's done. It's useless for me to say anything. So, who will take this part of the army away? Is it you?"

Gachris shook his head and replied, "I heard that a Nemove knight came to your place a few days ago? According to the order, he and my brother Gao Wen will be in charge of this step."

"When are we leaving?"

"The sooner the better."

Hearing what he said, Turas turned his head and ordered his men to go down and call Lancelot.The man took the order to go, and the old general couldn't help complaining: "I just sent an assistant to me inexplicably, and he was transferred away in a blink of an eye; there were a lot of troops sent, but half of them had to make a big detour to Xile What on earth is Camelot thinking?"

Gakhris remained silent.Though I also think it's lame to make a long detour to Silas, but for the sake of frankly His Majesty has gone to such pains to give someone a chance to make a difference, ignore these details.The black-haired youth thought so.

The troops who had traveled all the way took a rest and set off on the journey again in the evening.The Cyrus Legion is due west of the Cross Legion, and when they set out on the road at dusk, they can enjoy a large expanse of gorgeous sunset glow.In the setting sun, everything is softened and the edges seem unreal, and the gorgeous rays of light trigger endless reverie.It seems to see the big keel boat with its front upturned coming through the rolling clouds, and the round dome of the temple in the vast sky stands towering. It seems to hear the refreshing singing from the distant time and space, as if touching the heart. Like this warm and beautiful color, a variety of carefully hung secrets.

"You look tired, but you seem to be in a good mood?" Gao Wen's voice sounded softly beside the horse's hooves.

Lancelot rolled his eyes: "Yes, it's not bad."

He is not an insider like Gachris, but he has clearly received the message Arthur wanted to convey.It's a bit ironic about this incomprehensible method that came up with so much deliberation, but he was grateful enough for the thought contained in it and carefully put it away.

Although the meeting on the way here was too hasty, and Lancelot didn't have time to tell Arthur that he didn't care for the chief of the "friendship guest", but, as Arthur said, those fights, they all Get to know each other a little bit.

The author has something to say: I will update immediately after the end of the final exam, am I the author very interesting [You are enough

The good news is that school is off tomorrow, so I can code all day at home (provided I don't get distracted by other things) =v=

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About "Mrs. Anna": This title also appeared in a previous chapter.The source is more complicated. There is a saying that several women in the legend of King Arthur all correspond to gods in Celtic mythology. For example, Guinevere is the "mother of the earth"-I suspect it is the main Celtic god Matona , and the godhead corresponding to Megana is named Anna, so Anna became Megana's alias. (This phenomenon of multiple names for one god is very common in early myths, such as Athena, also known as Pallas, and Apollo, also known as Phoebus or Loxias, etc.)

The appearance of "Mirage Anna" is because Megana was given the ability to control mirages in various additional versions of the legend of King Arthur in later generations-this is why she can share the same smell as Philo, the illusionist =v=

Of course, the identity of her pharmacist was added by the author's brain. As a liberal arts student, the author has always admired chemists and scientists (that's not the same thing ==

☆, sword and shield

It was the afternoon of November 11 when Cowen and Lancelot arrived at Siles, and the Siles Legion had already entered a full-scale battle state.General Ravana, who was complained by Turas for a long time, didn't let them see his true face until then.

"Good evening, you two," Ravana's tone showed enough enthusiasm, "I finally waited for you."

He looked much younger than Turas, and he was still in the middle of his youth when his appearance did not change significantly.The chestnut hair is shoulder-length, slightly curly at the ends, a little messy, and there is a happy and relaxed smile in the black eyes, but it can't hide the blue-black shadow under the eye sockets.He is tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Although his proportions are good, he doesn't look muscular.As for the majesty and calmness that a general should have, it is even more difficult to find in him.

"Well, Merlin is really generous. I asked him to send a knight with a higher level, but he sent me an army." Ordering his followers to arrange reinforcements, Ravana took Kowen and Lancelot Walking around in the battalion, he said, "I don't actually lack troops here—as you two can see, my land defense area is not as large as that of Turas, but my army is larger than his; all I lack is a commander." .You are my savior."

"Thanks for your love, please tell us about your current progress in detail." Gao Wen maintained his usual calmness in the face of his dramatic tone.

Ravana's face drooped: "It's not bad, at least the retreat is getting less and less." He said in a voice almost whispering.

"... less and less?" Lancelot repeated, confused, "Sorry, you mean you haven't won since the war started?"

Ravana stared silently at the ground.Lancelot stopped in his tracks and couldn't help saying: "General, your army is more than sufficient to defend the defense zone from Siles to Carlisle. No matter what kind of attack method the opponent adopts, you have enough strength to do it at the beginning of the war. An effective defense. At least, it shouldn’t be so despondent as to ask Camelot for help.”

"Yes, it's correct in theory." Ravana shrugged, and said helplessly and indifferently, "But my strengths are not in these."

"Rather than saying that, it's better to say that your command ability is lacking." Lancelot pointed out bluntly.

His directness made Ravana speechless, and caused the brown-haired general to be a little sullen: "Yes, well, I admit it. But which commander can be perfect? ​​Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

Gao Wen came out in time to smooth things over: "General, what do you need us to do for you?"

Ravana propped his chin and thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "I'll reorganize the troops in a while. Except for what I left behind, the rest will be under your command. You can arrange it however you want."

Gao Wen was surprised by his words for a moment, but after all, he agreed without saying anything, and Ravana immediately left the two of them under the pretext of "reorganizing the army".His walk left Gao Wen and Lancelot in the same place. The two stared at each other for a while before Lancelot said, "Frankly speaking, I didn't understand the situation."

"Ok?"

"Who is he?"

"...Are you asking General Ravana?"

Lancelot nodded: "Yeah. If I'm not mistaken, there is only one Ravana in Siles, the General Sevre-Ravana known as the 'Sword of the Frontier'. However, being so How could a highly praised general fail at the beginning of a small-scale war? It's too weird." He frowned slightly when he said this.

As soon as he said it, Gao Wen thought about it, and felt that the situation was a bit weird; but Gao Wen was always good at dealing with any weird problems: "Let's wait and see what happens."

After night fell, Ravana sent someone to inform them that the reorganization had been completed, and they could take over from him and use the original team to exercise command early tomorrow morning.The two of them didn't know what the result of his reorganization was, and they planned to see what happened the next morning, so they went to bed early that night.

Unexpectedly, not long after falling asleep, Lancelot felt himself being shaken. "Sir," Roland lit the lamp, and said to him who was still a little confused, "get up, General Ravana, please go over now."

"Ravana...?" Lancelot put on his clothes quickly, but his mind was still not fully awake, "What is he going to do in the middle of the night..."

After getting dressed, Lancelot came outside the tent, and saw a messenger of Ravana standing at the door.The messenger bowed slightly to him, and quickly opened a magic circle under his feet, enveloping all three of them.In the blink of an eye, the outside of the tent was empty.

As soon as he came out of the teleportation magic, Lancelot heard Ravana apologize without sincerity: "Sorry for disturbing your sweet dreams, but I believe you will not blame me tomorrow morning." A follower, holding a bright lamp in his hand, and a silver-white flame burning in the lampshade.Lancelot looked at him suspiciously. Ravana's attire was different from the daytime. He put on a black robe, covering his whole body, and his exposed hands were clasped together at the moment. A cane on the ground.

"General Ravana, why are you dressed like this?" Lancelot couldn't help asking.

Ravana squinted and smiled: "Professional ethics." After that, he turned sideways and waved his cane, "Stop talking, please get on board."

The shape of the ship was very vague in the darkness, and Lancelot could vaguely make out the three masts on the ship, as well as the boards connected to the pier embankment.After boarding, Lancelot was surprised to find that there were many bright lights floating on the pitch-black ship from a distance, but each place was very small, and could only illuminate a square inch, which was not enough to sail the ship.The light flickered from left to right on the deck, and Lancelot could vaguely see people's faces being illuminated as it moved, but it was fleeting.

The brightest sources of light in the whole ship were the two lamps held by Ravana's entourage, illuminating a few paces in front of them. "This is my flagship 'Ambrosio'. It has not been out of port for a long time. However, my colleagues are still familiar with it