Camelot Dawn

"You must have read it wrong, there is no one here."

Sentinel A grabbed the torch and swore: "No, I'm sure that's an illegal infiltrator. I just saw him climb up a tree!" He said and raised the torch vigorously, but he was limited by Arthur's height. It can no longer be illuminated at a distance of half a foot.Arthur tried his best to suppress the sound of panting on the tree, thinking that the two of them should leave this time, his hands were already aching from the tree trunk after a long time.

Sure enough, Sentinel B waved his hand and walked to the next stop, but Sentinel A was still standing there.After a while, he called out to his companion: "I heard the sound of his breathing."

Arthur held his breath.

I take back what I just said in my heart to slander you for being too vigilant, he held his breath and thought.

But we can't go on like this forever, Arthur's hand slowly reached into his pocket, and took out the props he had prepared earlier.It was an instrument similar to Mingdi, he threw it far away, and suddenly there was a strange sound like a sharp weapon piercing the air in the darkness.Sentinel B turned his head towards the source of the sound nervously: "Hey, don't be nervous, it seems that there is really something going on over there!" He stretched out his hand to grab his companion.

Sentinel A slapped his hand away, looked at the treetops and showed a slightly ferocious smile: "Very good, boy, you are exposed!"

Oh, this is not the plot I arranged.Arthur groaned inwardly.

In the end, Arthur obediently jumped down from the tree and became an intruder with a good attitude.He was dragged into the barracks by two sentries, who pushed him straight to the tent of the Chinese army. Along the way, more and more people gathered around to watch. Arthur sighed and closed his eyes, simply not seeing what he wanted. don't bother.

But it doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway, it's just a difference in the way of sneaking in... He thought comfortingly in his heart.Now he is extremely thankful that most of the time he makes public appearances in front of the soldiers is Kay instead of himself. If he is recognized by the public again, he can really be saved.

"Sir, an intruder has been caught!" As the voice of the person escorting him sounded, Arthur opened his eyes. At this moment, he was pushed into the large tent of the Chinese army.

What came into view was the reproachful face of the young attendant. Roland made a gesture of silence to the two escorts with an unkind expression to push them away, but his hands froze when he saw Arthur's face. "Uh, is this...?"

Arthur looked at him helplessly, and the two stared at each other. Roland was suddenly at a loss.

"This man was trying to sneak into our camp, and was seen and caught by the two of us on patrol. Now we hand him over to Lord Nimveh for punishment," said a soldier.

"But Mr. is resting now. I don't want you to disturb him at this time. Otherwise, you will put this, uh, the intruder in another tent first? I will find one for you." Roland was about to go out. Walk.

At this time, a lazy voice sounded from behind them: "No need for Roland, I'm already awake. What happened?"

"..." Roland and Arthur were both dumb.

Seeing that they didn't answer, Lancelot walked over to see what happened.When he saw Arthur's face, he also had the same crash as Roland. "...Roland, I feel like I just squinted for a while, why did the dynasty change when I opened my eyes again?"

Roland thought for a while and replied: "It is said that this is an intruder, and we all agree that he should be handed over to you." He still didn't hold back when he said this, and a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, "In short, um, I will Take care that no one will disturb you two exchanging knowledge." As he spoke, he pulled away the two confused soldiers and drove them out of the military tent.

Arthur moved his arms and legs a few times, and when he finished moving his whole body, Lancelot still looked at him leisurely.A narrow smile flashed in the green eyes:

"Shouldn't you share with me what just happened?"

After listening to Arthur's description mixed with a lot of complaints, Lancelot nodded, and finally understood what it meant to not die. "So," he asked the question that had been haunting him since meeting Arthur, "what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Arthur replied with a face of course.

Lancelot sighed, and said, "Why did you come here? You must have some official business to go around to see me."

"No." He simply rejected it.

Then Arthur smiled and pulled Lancelot up: "Come on, follow me to get my horse."

After leaving the barracks, the two rode together, with Arthur in front and Lancelot behind, and Lancelot holding the reins.Arthur was chattering all the way again, and Lancelot occasionally echoed a few words, until he heard Arthur talk about the invitation to peace talks from Edinburgh he had received this time.Lancelot didn't know what happened to Camelot on the front line. He only received an order to suspend the offensive without an explanation for the order.Knowing that Arthur and Merlin set off to the north was a later thing, because they didn't come to find him, so he didn't care where their destination was.

"The King of Scotland asked us for peace talks, ha! It's ridiculous, and asked us to go to Edinburgh!"

A string in Lancelot's mind suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously stopped, "Don't go!"

Arthur was taken aback by him, and quickly explained: "Yes, we didn't plan to go at all. We pretended to promise him to give you a rest time. When you have the ability to continue fighting, the offensive can continue."

The voice behind him was a bit cold: "Our Carlisle Legion has finished resting, and you don't have to go north."

"Lancelot..." Arthur's hesitant voice came, "Is there anything in Edinburgh? Ah, the horse is under the tree in front."

The white phantom floating on the battlefield flashed through the knight's mind, and the cold killing intent behind Akefilo's pure and kind smile did not speak.

Arthur unhooked the horse, but was in no hurry to mount.He stared at Lancelot suspiciously.Lancelot was silent for a while, and finally realized that he had to give the other party an explanation, so he had to surrender: "Well, the King of Scots is a crazy guy. He has been trying to get you drunk, so you'd better stay away." He, life-saving is the most important thing. Well, is this okay?" After finishing speaking, get on the saddle.

"That's a pretty irresponsible story. Well, the gist of it is that I don't want to see him—I get it."

It's really not made up, and the real situation is much stranger than this.Lancelot's face was gloomy, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark anyway.

"Don't go."

"Okay, I promise."

Back at the gate of the camp, Lancelot was about to say goodbye to Arthur, but saw the "infiltrator" swaggering into the barracks first.

"...Shouldn't you go back?" We've chatted and seen people, so it's time for us to go back to our respective homes.

Arthur smiled: "In order to compensate for the mental loss of being caught as an infiltrator, Lancelot, I decided to sleep with you tonight."

... Well, please feel free.

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Arthur awoke the next day while it was still dark, and it was just dawn when he hurried back to Brelam.He originally planned to find a hidden place and wait until the entire castle woke up before sneaking in quietly, but he was interrupted by Merlin's appearance.

Arthur didn't expect to see anyone at this time, so when the image of Merlin appeared in front of him with a bright holy light, Arthur's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

"Come back from playing, big boy?" The image was suspended high in the air, and Arthur looked up at the other person, feeling that his figure was infinitely getting shorter.

"Uh... yeah." He felt the blood rushing to his face, and he could only hope that he was thick enough to prevent Merlin from seeing his blushing in embarrassment.Well, he had expected to be reprimanded by Merlin a long time ago, although the current method is a bit bizarre.

However, Merlin's next sentence was not a harsh sarcasm, but told him: "Last night, I confirmed it with Turas, Gachris, Gaowen, Ravana, and Lancelot, and each of them personally Confirm that your legion has resumed its combat effectiveness. They are only waiting for your order now. So, you'd better go back with me now, and we will set off back to Camelot at dawn."

Speaking of Merlin reaching out to him, Arthur raised his hand to hold it.The image formed by the condensed mental power has no entity, but the moment it touched Arthur's hand, the surface of the image lit up with the lines of a magic circle, and Arthur was directly transported back to the castle with his horse and man.

He originally wanted to ask the great mage why you suddenly became gentle, I'm not used to it, but after thinking about it, he thought it was too masochistic, so he gave up.

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So on the morning of the third day Arthur left Camelot, that is, the morning of November 11, he turned around and went back, leaving a "continue to attack" order to several legions by the way.The King of Scotland wanted to play tricks but was very upset when he was played, so he said nothing.

But Akefilo soon had no time to be unhappy about this kind of thing, because compared with the other thing, it was almost the size of a pinhead.

While Arthur was still on his way back, something great happened in Edinburgh.This also begins with the transfer of Lancelot and Corwen from Cross to Siles.Since then, Gachris and Turas have been gaining victories in the east. In mid-November, Gachris led Jingqi to go northward several times to conquer the Scottish army and took a large area of ​​land north of the Great Wall.The enemy tried to counterattack, but they were all overwhelmed by Turas' impeccable defense.After that, in the face of Gachris' invincible offensive, the defenders of Peebles City retreated without a fight.After Turas entered the city, the friendly attitude towards the citizens made some cities that did not want to fight seem to see another way out, and the citizens who were the foundation of the defenders were a little shaken.After occupying Peebles, Gachris did not stop doing two things, quietly bypassed the enemy's line of defense, and attacked Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, by surprise.

The armies from all over the country rushed back to help, but they couldn't quench their thirst far away; the series of defeats under the name of the Holy White Knights made people dare not place too high expectations on Edinburgh's city defense.The generals of the Knights seemed not to realize the seriousness and urgency of the situation until this time, but they had made too many mistakes before and could not be remedied.When the head of the Knights was in a state of desperation, the cold warning echoed again:

"I told you a long time ago that it is better to suffer a little bit early than to wake up from a big dream and find that death is imminent."

The "Captain of the Royal Guard" who had been hiding for many years finally returned to the center of the stage.Within a few days, the city deployed everything with super-high efficiency as if it were a self-operating machine. People couldn't help but wonder when Edinburgh had such a strict organization.The second day after his completion was the day when Gachris' army approached the city.

After a difficult battle, the dusty King of Scotland flag was still flying over Edinburgh.The name of that "rookie", Androme-Demedesia, also spread throughout the streets and alleys of Thistle White City overnight.

When Gachris finally resigned to his fate and retreated, Akefiro climbed up the city wall defended by countless soldiers in the flying dust.Blood stained the hem of his white robe, making him look like he finally had the smell of fireworks.Androme stood a few steps in front of him, his black armor was covered with blood, he slowly knelt down on one knee while holding a black scythe that was also stained with blood, and saluted the king in white.The black hair flew up in the cold wind, and the wind passing through it was mixed with a smell of rust. Behind him and in front of Akefiro, the King of Scotland flag fluttered in the wind.

Androme's rose-colored eyes opened, and there was still blood in the color.

In that silent new wind, this scene was imprinted on the hearts of everyone who witnessed it like a branding iron.

Undoubtedly, Akefilo gave Androme the highest golden sword that originally belonged to the head of the Knights.He suddenly became the supreme commander with the power to mobilize all the troops. This sudden rise caught the entire Holy White Knights by surprise-the Scottish practice is that the highest golden sword can only belong to the head of the Holy White Knights. Obey his bidding.Therefore, giving the highest golden sword to a rising star who has nothing to do with the Holy White Knights now means that the knights must obey this new commander who is not from the Knights, which is intolerable for them.

However, the corner of Akefilo's mouth raised, so what.It's not less than this one of the deviant things he did.

Looking at Androme, he only knew that he had finally waited for this day—the day when the Holy White Knights, who had rebelled against him for many years, were completely brought under his control.

The author has something to say: the number of clicks has dropped sharply recently (although there were not many at first), is it because everyone is busy soon after the new year?

☆, golden sword

Sunan Swigard, as a general with a large army in the Scottish frontier, has been living a relatively useless life recently.Because his military power was robbed, and the robbing was done in a fair and just manner, he couldn't even say a bad word.The reason can be traced back to a few days ago, when he finished his routine military training and was about to return to camp, he suddenly received a message from Wangcheng.

Then there is the current useless situation!Every time Sunan thought about it, he felt a bad breath in his chest.

"Andormore, I just can't figure it out. Why did Akefilo ask you to share the old man's power? There is no one in your Holy White Knights?" After retiring as the second in command, Sunan once said unwillingly Ask Tristan.

Tristan glanced at him lightly, and replied: "Your Majesty has had some conflicts with the Holy White Knights. General Sunan has won His Majesty's trust, so let me use the power of the general to make a comeback. Of course, this is official, according to I privately speculate that it may be because the general's qualifications are too low and there are too many soldiers."

What a stupid reason.Sunan's face darkened, he thought for a while, and then choked back: "Let's find your golden sword first, senior."

Tristan's face darkened.

The two of them hated each other, but they couldn't stop cooperating at work, so they threw all the fire on Ravana and the others.The innocent sea magician felt like crying: Although he had prepared in advance, the pace was too fast!Simply can not stop!The immediate result is defeat on the battlefield.

This time Lancelot had no place to laugh at Ravana for his lack of skill in combat, because he himself was a little bit overwhelmed.Southern Jiangsu's combat effectiveness is very strong, and the military style is extremely rigorous. One of the entire team seems to be held together by an invisible hand. The simplest confrontation also makes people feel daunted by that cohesion.

After yet another defeat, Ravana had completely lost the ease with which he had seen Lancelot and Kovan for the first time.On the large map in his tent, one's own defense line is constantly sinking like a net bag, and now a too obvious gap has been formed, and anyone can see the danger of the situation. "We have to pull out this thorn," Ravana said with a serious and steady look on his face, "the enemy's attack is divided into two batches, obviously two groups." The commanders lead the troops separately. The most labor-saving way is to separate them. Who will go?"

"Let me go. Gao Wen, I will rely on you to launch the attack after I separate them. I will block the attack from the north, and you will attack the enemy from the south. We will destroy one of the two first." Lancelot suggested .

"Okay," Ravana turned to Lancelot who spoke, "The legion before that is under your command. If there is no problem, you can leave tonight."

Ravana's news is correct, the army for the southern expedition was indeed led by Sunan and Tristan.Before dispatching troops, Sunan originally planned to let Tristan's remnants take the lead, followed by his own large army; but Tristan changed his old troops to the left wing, and Sunan's most elite three thousand guards were placed frontmost.

Sunan looked at the new plan and felt pain: "Don't you think it's a waste to use such a good meat shield!" The 3000 people are the soldiers who have followed him for many years and have the best grasp of the essence of Sunan's combat methods. He felt that it was a big loss in such a place that did not require technical content.

Tristan explained unhurriedly: "Let your own soldiers take the lead because they are strong in combat. General Sunan should have heard the saying 'good steel is used on the blade', right? My old unit is on the left wing, is Because the enemy will definitely think of dividing and encircling us when they see our lone army going deep, my old troops understand the opponent's tactics and are eager for revenge, so they are not afraid that they will not be able to stop the enemy from cutting in."

Well, it sounds reasonable.But... "Are you sure that you are enough to defend the entire flank?" Sunan sneered, "Don't be ridiculous. To defend the flank, the army is not big enough to do it. Your so-called 'defense' will end in the end It's all about refuge!"

Tristan handed the signed order to Sunan, and put on a poker face: "As far as I know, General Sunan has been recruited for many years. Since you accept your fate and become a soldier, you must learn to obey orders." , making gestures to see off guests.

Sunan stepped out of the military tent, said "I must melt that golden sword of yours!", slammed the curtain and walked away.Why didn't this annoying person also die in battle!While cursing Tristan viciously in his heart, Sunan quickened his pace to give orders to the various legions to deploy troops.

The flesh hurts, but a few days later, when everything really went according to Tristan's prediction, Sunan couldn't help feeling a little bit impressed by him.

Lancelot's troops encountered Tristan on the march.It is actually not very appropriate to say that it was an encounter, because both parties have collected a lot of information before this, and it seems that they met unexpectedly, but in fact it is more like intentional.During the offensive phase, Tristan always launched assaults inward along the coast, and marched along the edge of the occupied area. He never went deep alone, so that Lancelot could not find a chance to cut him off, so he could only attack from the flank. side attack.This was exactly what Tristan had planned, with his old department at the forefront, ready for a fierce battle.

"He's too thoughtful." Lancelot had to leave the map after researching for a long time but couldn't find any ingenious breakthroughs. "Send the order, Roland, once you meet them, start a strong attack immediately."

Hence the present battle.As soon as the two sides met, they immediately recognized their old enemy, their morale rose instantly, and they fought together amidst the shouts that shook the sky.

As far as the quality of the troops is concerned, the two sides are evenly matched; as far as the quality of weapons is concerned, they are evenly matched.The biggest and most fundamental difference lies in the will and determination to win.Not long after the battle started, this difference gradually became apparent. Although the screams of killing were loud, the eyes of the Scottish soldiers clearly burned with a fierceness and hostility that their enemies did not have. They wished to take revenge by swallowing the enemy alive Will dominates everything about them, making them one against ten.In such a comparison, England, whose numbers and weapons were obviously similar, quickly showed its decline.

Time passed quickly, and as far as Lancelot could see, more and more soldiers and horses of his own side began to fall.At the same time, he also felt pain from the unhealed wound on his body, and his arm felt numb because of this, and it was difficult to swing the sword.Just at this time, Tristan came to him through the bloody battlefield.

Tristan has accumulated a lot of resentment these days, and now seeing Lancelot, he feels anger rising.When he arrived in front of Lancelot, he drew his sword and slashed without saying a word. Lancelot barely took it, and he immediately made another cut.

"I remember you," the beautiful Scottish words were squeezed out between the teeth at this moment, "you took my golden sword!"

Enduring the pain, Lancelot sneered reflexively: "Come on, it's your own incompetence!"

Now Tristan was stunned.Only then did Lancelot realize how naturally he had just spoken a sentence of Scots, with standard pronunciation and correct grammar, and the Gaul accent he had had long ago quit.In Tristan's view, it must be quite strange for a familiar accent to suddenly appear on the battlefield of iron and blood fighting.

It could not be better!Lancelot reacted quickly, seizing the moment when he was stunned, Jian Feng went towards the opponent's front door.Tristan didn't react at all, Lancelot's sword was about to split his head in half, he didn't even have the time to think, he raised his shield to protect his head indiscriminately.There was a loud noise from the metal collision, which made his eardrums hurt, and because of the haste of the snatch, the shield that was not held firmly flew out magnificently under a heavy blow.Gripping the blade firmly with his gloved hand, Tristan managed to escape the fate of being decapitated.

"Are you Scottish?" Tristan asked, ignoring the increasingly clear pain in his hand, staring at Lancelot.

Lancelot didn't care about him at all, and stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, with such force that Tristan felt the pain, and then pulled out the sword from his hand with lightning speed!Tristan yelped in pain, and in the blink of an eye, a conspicuous bloodstain had already been stained on the blade that was as bright as new just now.

"Don't be distracted by trivial things like this when you're fighting, my lord general." After taking a few steps back, Lancelot said sarcastically.

Tristan's anger instantly broke through the sky!The arrogance of the blond knight challenged his patience and self-esteem several times, he must let him know how powerful it is!And Lancelot obviously sensed the change in his aura, and he clenched his weapon cautiously, waiting for his reaction without blinking.

When the two fought together again, it was completely different from the previous fight.Both sides seemed determined to take human life, and gradually, Lancelot also felt that his advantage was no longer there.What made him even more irritated was that the old wound was constantly aching from being pulled, which greatly affected his state and mood.He couldn't wait to hack him to death as soon as possible and leave early, so he lost his rules a little bit.

Tristan, on the other hand, seems to have an innate advantage in being surprisingly calm in such a tense and impulsive situation.He felt Lancelot's impatience, and this time his state was not as good as before.

Great, he thought, his dark green eyes were cold.

His blade unhurriedly led the opponent to react, and Lancelot had fallen into his trap before he even realized it.He thought he was already familiar with the tricks of Tristan's swordsmanship, so when the opponent made a fake move, he believed it without hesitation.All the careful planning and careful planning were aimed at the final result. Tristan saw that the other party finally revealed the flaw he wanted, so he launched a fatal blow without hesitation!

When Lancelot felt severe pain in his abdomen, the three words "I got tricked" flashed in his mind, but it was too late now.Tristan's weapon sank deep into his waist, and at the length of the sword it was quite sufficient to penetrate him; and it could be seen that Tristan had intended to do so.However, he stopped when he had already taken half his life!

At this moment, if you freeze this fleeting picture, you will be able to see a very strange scene.Tristan's leaning forward body was full of killing intent, his snow-white sword sank into Lancelot's body, blood flowed out, and Lancelot's expression was still a bit stunned.Yet one of them blocked, and that was what made Tristan stop.I saw a brown-haired boy with a slightly distorted facial expression, holding an unsheathed sword in both hands until the knuckles turned white, the blade was right in front of Tristan's nose, and it was about to break the phase in the next second. .And the scabbard of this sword was hung by him on the edge of the saddle, and the brilliant pure gold was exposed from the wrapped cloth.

The frozen frame returned to motion, and Tristan reined in the horse with a quick reaction that is impossible for ordinary people, but he still couldn't escape the fate of disfigurement. Fortunately, he only scratched the tip of his nose.The matter of taking Lancelot's life was over, but the sword was brought out of the wound by him, and the blood that caused the wound gushed out like spring water in an instant, and he couldn't cover it.Lancelot's face paled visibly, which frightened Roland who saved his life to death.

"Give back what's yours, get out!" He slammed the precious token of power at Tristan like a red-hot iron, while Lancelot slanted like a dead tree. Falling down from his horse, Roland hurriedly caught him, transferred him to his own horse, and hurriedly evacuated.He didn't even bother to look back, he hugged Lancelot tightly and rode away.

Tristan didn't go after him. He knew that Lancelot probably couldn't save his life, so there was no need to waste that time.So instead, he got off his horse, bent down to pick up the golden sword that fell on the ground, shook off the dirt on it, and carefully and solemnly hung it back on his waist.

——"If you don't take revenge now, when will you wait!" Under the sun, the golden sword of the Scottish commander was dazzling.

So the battlefield became popular.

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As a result of the battle, there is no doubt that Tristan was victorious.Lancelot never considered that he would be approached by someone on the battlefield, let alone be seriously injured.So when he fell, there was no one to make up for him.The fate of a group of dragons without a leader is self-evident.

At this time, in the distant Scottish royal palace, Megana was very busy.Medicine is a must-have thing for every black magician, because the magic they practice has no healing power, and in case of injury, they have to save themselves like ordinary people.However, potions with healing power are not routine equipment, and things with healing power that can be transferred with teleportation magic are even more unheard of.However, the King of Scots had just placed such a tricky order for her.

"Very well, Andormore, you will never even think about going back to Edinburgh in your life!" The round water mirror was empty, and Akefilo stared at it, his face so cold that ice shards dropped from his face.He clenched his hands tightly, but he still couldn't calm down the anger surging in his heart.He stood on the side of the water mirror and watched everything happen. What he could have stopped with a wave of his hand, but the young attendant had to use such a clumsy method to solve it.The most useless thing is that he obviously wants to cut Tristan into pieces, but he still has to give him meritorious service!Akefilo's teeth were about to be crushed.

He could only choose a way to save Lancelot's life quietly without anyone noticing.If he didn't intervene, the other party might have no hope of surviving, but he didn't have a suitable identity to show up, and even Lancelot just kept a respectful distance when he saw him.Furthermore, the King of Scotland cannot leave Edinburgh casually.All he had to do was turn to Megana, and in a semi-coercive way.

Megana finally lived up to her trust and made what he asked for. "However, since this is the first time I've tried to do this, its nature is likely to be unstable. Its healing power may cancel out the blood curse you cast earlier, and you should consider this carefully." Megana handed the bottle to Remind him when giving it to him.

Akefilo shook his head: "It's okay." His tone was flat as if he didn't know what the blood curse was.He started to use the new potion drawing to teleport the magic circle. Since he hadn't drawn it by hand for a long time, the speed was a bit slow.Megana stood aside and looked at him, and asked abruptly, "Your Majesty, do you want him to die or not?"

Akefilo didn't even shake his hands when drawing the magic circle: "I don't want to."

Megana wondered: "Then why is there a need for a blood curse?" And it was also heard that he used all his spiritual power for burnt offerings.If the blood curse is offset by the new potion this time, Akefilo's mental power is likely to be crippled.There is a price to pay for breaking a contract.

Akefilo's magic circle was finally completed. He dripped a few drops of "Crescent Moon Arrow" into it, and then input mental power to trigger it.At this time, he had enough time to raise his head and look at Megana, showing the beautiful smile he is best at: "State secret, ma'am."

Megana shrugged and said nothing.

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Withdrew from the battlefield, Roland handed Lancelot to the military doctor, and immediately wrote a letter about the sudden situation and sent it back to Camelot.When he was writing, his handwriting didn't look like his own, because he couldn't calm down, and it became extremely difficult to choose words and sentences.In his mind, that night at the foot of the Great Wall, Lancelot knelt on the ground, and the hideous wounds on the abdomen of the dead soldier in front of him could not go away, even the bloody smell was so realistic.When Roland caught Lancelot who fell from the horse, that scene jumped out of his memory, and he was seized by great fear instantly, trembling from soul to bone marrow.

It is unimaginable that his master has become like that.Pale, cold, gray, these words have nothing to do with his master.In Roland's eyes, the golden color like the morning sun piercing through the clouds is unforgettable. He should not and cannot leave the stage in such a sad way.If God had given him this opportunity, he would have stayed by his master's side every step of the way, protecting him so that he would never be hurt again.

God, he grabbed the fabric on his knees and closed his eyes tightly, please give me this chance.

After sending the letter, Roland immediately rushed to the military doctor's tent.He was anxious all the way, afraid of hearing some bad news; but all anxiety was replaced by surprise when he stepped into the tent.Several doctors were like him, unable to speak when they saw the strange phenomenon in front of them.In front of their eyes, an inconspicuous magic circle quietly appeared in the tent. Under everyone's gaze, it melted into the bloody wound bit by bit and disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say: Filo has completely hacked OTZ this time, can he still clean it up? I am not confident as the author...

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I went to the Northeast to cool off last week. There is no internet or computer in the poor mountain valley, so I didn’t have time to inform everyone. I’m really sorry.

Also, the good news is that my manuscript is up to Chapter 31.