Camelot Dawn

Out of the city, but also failed to do so.The figure of Androme taking the lead met Gachris' eyes, and the scythe, which seemed flashy at first, turned into a terrifying weapon like a nightmare in the end.Gakhris retreated, and there were still black and red afterimages in his retreating eyes.

After just a few days, the offensive and defensive sides were reversed, and Gachris saw Androme again on the battlefield.His unusual weapon was like a living target on the battlefield. Those who wanted to kill him followed each other, and Androme stayed with him to the end.However, although the sickle has a large attack range, it also has the disadvantage of being inflexible, which allows the person who killed him to take advantage of it.No matter how powerful Androme was, it seemed a bit stretched after a long time.

After finishing an enemy soldier, Gachris was surprised to find that the scythe disappeared from the battlefield at some point.It was replaced by the double knives in Androme's hands, and it was only then that Gachris noticed that he still had these two weapons on his body.Then, this is a purely aggressive opponent, he thought to himself, he didn't even have room for a shield.The soldiers around Androme saw that the scythe was abandoned, as if they saw the unattainable enemy finally fall from the altar, and they swarmed up together.However, Androme dropped his scythe not to show weakness, but to change the way of fighting.The two thin white blades fluttered up and down in the blink of an eye, unambiguously, blood spattered immediately, and the first few people were knocked down one after another.The few behind stopped, their expressions were a little stunned, and Gachris in the distance was also stunned.

pretty.A raw or embellished evaluation flashed through his mind.

The slender hands are suitable for holding knives, and the flexible movements of the arms are like performing a performance with a certain rhythm.In the seemingly fancy movements, each stroke has a precise landing point, where the blade is fierce and even pierces the flesh and blood of the person with pleasure, without ambiguity.He is not a passionate artist, but a ruthless fighter.

Gakhris was firmly attracted to the eyes, and he clearly knew that his subordinates were killed, but at this moment he focused on the whole process, hoping to repeat it more times so that he could see every detail clearly. He was so fascinated that he couldn't extricate himself .What a pity, he thought, that such a man should make Camelot his enemy.It would be great if he could be summoned to the City of Gold. This was the first time the young master of the Ansiros family thought this way, and then the idea disappeared like an ebb as he laughed at himself for being irrelevant.

The battle lasted for a day, and Androme withdrew at sunset without gaining a clear advantage.Gachris chased some out, but was stopped by the Scottish archers, so he gave up.There were no major battles in the next few days, but it was not peaceful.Their conflicts are not as intense as on the western front, and protracted battles are often carried out, all of which are petty fights.Androme didn't fight big battles, but kept sending small groups of troops to launch harassing attacks. Every time Gachris sent people to wipe out, it was just a bamboo basket to fetch water, and sometimes he even paid a fortune.This annoyed the young master who didn't like procrastination.

On December 12, he finally received some good news. Turas told Gachris that he had defeated the enemy forces in the two directions of Hawick and Gryffind. The direction moved closer, and Turas chased after him.Gachris decided to join forces with Turas to eat this army.

That night, 30 miles outside the city of Galashiels, Mukhita, who was fleeing in a hurry, ran into an enemy army that suddenly appeared, and was in chaos.It didn't take much effort for Gakhris to catch the exhausted fish, Mukhita's army was wiped out, and Androme's reinforcements came a step behind.The blood-stained silver spear pierced through Mukhita's body. The knight's black hair was like sandalwood, and his silver armor was like ice. His handsome face was gently enveloped by the moonlight. With a spotless and holy brilliance.And when Mukhita's blood spattered out, his bright blue eyes looked precisely in one direction in the dark night.

At that time, the silver Gachris was in the light, and in the boundless shadows outside the battlefield, where his eyes were looking, there were people dressed in black, coming and going.

The next day, Gachris and Turas met smoothly, and Androme appeared in their eyes regardless of their sleepless night.Maybe Mukhita's killing shook his nerves, or maybe there were other reasons, he finally stopped playing around.

His attack on the fortress began shortly after the sun had risen, before the forest fog lifted.Gakhris still led his troops out of the city like last time, the rain of arrows failed to stop his charge, and the two sides stood side by side in the blink of an eye.

He himself rushed to the forefront and handled it freely in the battle.His cock plunged into the enemy's chest and picked him off the horse. This was a gust of wind blowing from the side with a fishy smell.Gakhris hastily pulled out his silver gun, looked at the shield in front of him, only heard a "dang" sound, his eardrums hurt sharply, his tiger's mouth was shaken unconscious, and he almost threw the gun on the ground.The horse under him was also startled, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize.

"This farm tool is really heavy." Gachris commented disdainfully, but he knew that a layer of cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

"Farm tools?" Androme's voice was as cold as Gachris imagined. He swung his sickle, and two soldiers who approached were cut off in the middle.Half of the black blade was stained red with blood, and Gachris, who was watching from a close distance, felt seriously unwell, but Androme didn't even blink.Seeing Gakhris frowning, the owner of the sickle said jokingly: "Your Excellency really regards life as nothing."

This should be used to describe yourself, Gakhris said in his heart. "Did you come to me especially?" he asked, clutching his silver gun in front of him.

"That's right," Androme said perfunctorily, "I'll challenge you."

challenge?at this time?Gachris was surprised. "Okay, what about the rules?"

This question earned Androme a sneer: "Your Excellency Gachris, do you really think this is a fighting arena?"

Gakhris' face turned black, he understood what Androme meant - whoever loses will die.But he is not afraid of this.He just didn't understand, why did Androme suddenly think of this?

However, not being able to figure it out did not affect his reaction. "I shall accept the challenge of all my peers and defend my honor with courage," each of them said when they were appointed.

"Well, I accept your challenge. However, you must put down the scythe."

And so a strange battle began.Since the last time he saw Androme, Gachris had been obsessed with his dual knives.If he feasted his eyes as a bystander last time, this time he personally tested the practicality of the two knives.There was more murderous intent hidden in that graceful movement than it seemed from afar, and he had to maintain a high level of tension all the time in order to protect himself from that man's knife.However, perhaps because of this, Gachris felt that Androme should not be limited to just one enemy position.Absurd thoughts rose like a tide, he thought, it would be great if he could come to Camelot, then maybe he could like him a little bit...

In fact, Gachris is not alone, because he is not alone in having such thoughts.Brilliant fighters can always admire each other, and Androme was more frank than Gachris, admitting that he liked his opponent.However, the end point of this kind of appreciation is still conquest. The more skillful, arrogant, and excellent the opponent is, the more Androme will be favored, because he enjoys the sense of conquest after severely defeating the opponent.Gachris met all his requirements, and he had noticed him since he was on the walls of Edinburgh: young and handsome, of noble birth, and distinguished military exploits-Androme looked at him, unable to restrain the blood from accelerating.He hasn't found this feeling for a long time, such a strong desire to defeat an excellent opponent, smash the myth he created, destroy his grand blueprint, trample on his dream, and finally obliterate him in the billowing smoke——

Androme never cared who his opponent was fighting for, as long as he had a battlefield where he could do whatever he wanted, he could unleash the madness deep in his heart.

Gakhris didn't know what Androme was planning, he only knew that just when he thought he had figured out how Androme used the knife, the opponent suddenly changed his attacking routine.The price of a few wrong predictions is unbearable.However, when death did not come as expected, Gachris opened his eyes, and saw the mockery in the rose-red eyes without any concealment. "Please come with me, Your Excellency Gakhris," he raised Gakhris' jaw with the tip of a knife, seemingly ambiguous but dangerous, "Go and tell your brother to return my people to me."

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What Androme was talking about was Sunan.It was he who brought Sunan into Edinburgh at the beginning. The two of them had a deep friendship and knew each other well.He never expected that Sunan would be reduced to the point where he wiped out the entire army and was still captured.But after knowing this, he only took a second to express his surprise, and then immediately started to remedy the aftermath.Paula is a capable subordinate, so he was asked to send someone to find Sunan's three brothers, and at the same time let him be responsible for the daily intelligence work, and he was also fully competent.

On the night Mukhita was killed, Androme returned to the base camp and found out the information on Gachris that Pola had given him.This has been the practice of Androme's army for many years. The information of the enemy generals and his new subordinates must be sent to him before the battle. He has not had time to read the contents of Gachris. ‖The tide made him discover something important.

Gakhris is the younger brother of Govan.At the same time as he discovered this, the information received in the past few days was immediately connected in the Scottish general's mind, and he made such a decision almost without thinking.This plan is not clever, even very clumsy, but as long as he can quickly return to Sunan, it doesn't matter what.With this in mind, Androme challenged Gakhris.

Now that his plan was working smoothly, Gakhris was subdued and escorted by soldiers from his team.As long as he keeps an eye on him on the road, everything will be easy when he returns to the base camp.He has learned a lot about kidnapping for ransom after being with Sunan for a long time.

"This is a very bad behavior, General Androme. You are desecrating the code of chivalry." Kidnapping did not restrict the freedom of speech of the hostages, so Gachris could still accuse him vigorously at this moment.

Androme rode in front of him obliquely on horseback. When he heard the words, he turned his head and showed no sign of anger: "Anyone who can hear you say that now will know that I have not abused you. In fact, I also I don't plan to do that, in order to keep the person I want to exchange from being harmed, I must also ensure that you have all beards and tails, so don't worry about that." This was even quite relaxed.

Gakhris was keenly aware of the lightness in his words, and couldn't help being curious: "Who do you want to exchange me for?"

"A friend of mine was captured by your brother." Androme said lightly.

Gachris couldn't help showing a contemptuous expression: "Ha, your Scottish knights are only so capable."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency is tied up by me now. Besides, none of us belong to the Holy White Knights." The Scottish general responded indifferently.

"Oh, no wonder you would do such a thing!" Gakhris waved his hands a little bit meanly, his two hands were being tied together with a rope.

Androme raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you mind. Then, you should have been careful not to be defeated by me before."

Gakhris had nothing to say.He lowered his head, wondering how the series of conversations just happened.How did he come to talk so easily with his captive--for the time being--his enemy general on horseback?Shouldn't he be full of guilt and determination to avenge his shame?Why do you feel so at ease?He couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

"I will beat you next time." Gakhris said in a low voice.Androme didn't answer him, but he was sure he heard.

It still feels weird.Black hair blocked his face when he lowered his head, and Androme's dark back could be glimpsed through the gaps in the hair.

Taking Gakhris back to the base camp, Androme blindfolded him, put him in a tent and asked people to watch him, and went to the central army camp by himself.Perla seemed to be waiting for him in the military tent, and Androme was not surprised, and asked casually, "How's it going?"

"Those three people are still looking for, but General, someone from my subordinates has brought a message from General Sunan." Perla said as she took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Androme.

Androme took it, opened it and asked, "Isn't it a message?"

"General Sunan said that my subordinates recorded it with a pen. This is to avoid misinformation." Perla explained.

The small piece of paper has been unfolded at this time, Androme looked at the words on it, although it is not Sunan's handwriting, but the tone is definitely his style: "You" are so considerate, you still remember me.I asked them to help me get in touch with Tristan, and he helped me this time.Ask Paula to help me find the three idiots of Mantis, and find a reward.Also, Androme, I miss you.

Keeping his eyes on the note, Androme asked nonchalantly, "How many times has this piece of paper been changed?"

There was a knowing smile on the corner of Paula's mouth: "Just once, the clerk came to me."

Androme raised his eyes, turned his gaze on his face for a long time, and finally lost to the expression of "I know everything but don't worry, I won't talk nonsense", and burned the note wordlessly. "Continue to do what I entrusted to you." After briefly instructing him, he sent Paula away.

On the other side, Gakhris was blindfolded and locked in a certain military tent. There were two people watching in the tent, and two more at the door.He couldn't get out, and he didn't even bother to bother.After all, Androme had first expressed to him that he would not hurt him, and there was no need for him to ask for trouble.It's just a hostage exchange for one of his brother's captives. It's embarrassing, but he can bear it.Definitely beat Androme next time.He thought idly in the dark.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside, and he heard the soldiers guarding the door calling "General".Androme here?Gabriel pricked up his ears.He only heard the man lift the door curtain and walk in, and walked straight to him, without intending to untie his blindfold, so he only heard a cold voice from his head: "Congratulations, you can go back."

"Huh?" Gakhris didn't react for a moment.

"I don't need you anymore." Androme said succinctly.

"Ha," Gachris said, "the general is really virtuous. If he says to release the hostages, he will release the hostages." He didn't believe Androme's words in his heart. The reason why the general returned it in vain.He raised his spirits and prepared to deal with the trap that Androme dug for him.

But Androme said, "You can take this as a kidnapper's professional ethics. Please." As soon as the words fell, Gachris was pulled up and pushed forward.

When being pushed on the horse, Gachlis still didn't believe his perfunctory: "If you plan to send me to some remote place, you'd better tell me directly, or other conspiracy and tricks, and you'd better be honest, because I can't believe You had the kindness to put me back."

Androme got on the horse next to him, and stretched out his hand to hold the rein of Gakhris's first horse. Gakhris felt that the first horse started to move, so he couldn't help but grasp the rein tightly to maintain his balance. "You can do whatever you want," Androme said beside him, "but I will let you go back. It is not my interest to defeat an enemy like you outside the battlefield."

Gachris was stunned by this answer, and then sneered: "You seem to want to imitate some noble sentiments, but the effect is not very good."

"It's just a matter of personality." Androme said coldly.

Afterwards, the two of them didn't speak any more. The blindfolded Gachris had no concept of time and space. He didn't know how long he walked or where he went, but he felt more and more that the silence between the two was very unbearable. .So by chance, he said, "Androme, come to the Knights of the Round Table when there is no war." Of course, the premise is that you must be alive—Androme will definitely be alive.

Hearing that Androme hadn't said anything, their horses stopped. "We've arrived at the place where we fought before." While Androme said, Gachris pulled off the blindfold on his head.The blindfold was tightly wrapped, and his eyes hurt now.

"I'm serious. If we weren't enemies, I might like you a little bit." Rubbing his eyes vigorously, Gakhris looked up at Androme.He didn't know what gave him such great courage and stupidity at that moment, making him blurt out absurd thoughts.The idea didn't even take root in him, it was hastily spoken and passed on to others.

Androme looked at him with cold, emotionless eyes.Gachris suddenly felt that what was wrong before was now right again, and Androme returned to the indifferent god of death, his unattainable enemy; they even stood on the battlefield during the day.The most abnormal thing is the relaxed and even somewhat pleasant atmosphere when talking about the knight's code and Sunan.Gakhris realized that he hadn't recovered from that state, and he couldn't help but feel alarm bells ringing in his heart.

"I'm really dizzy," he muttered, and then he added, "then, General Androme, see you on the battlefield. As I said, I will beat you." With that, he turned his horse and headed for the battlefield The other side galloped away.He guessed that Androme also turned the horse's head behind him, and went back in the direction he had come and gone.

He rode into the gate of the Galashiels fortress alone, and the news of Gachris' return soon became known to the entire fortress, and Turas was alarmed.Surrounded by familiar people, the content of the conversation returned to the war, and Androme retracted into a distant enemy symbol, standing on the other end of the map.This is where everything is back on track, Gachris thought, how far I've just drifted.

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That night, Androme launched a third attack on the fortress, and Galashiels was engulfed in flames.Gachris and Turas were forced to retreat, and Androme pursued them non-stop until they reached Morpeth, south of the Great Wall.This was only three days away from the non-combat contact between Gakhris and Androme, but Gakhris felt that that experience was as far away as a previous life.At that time, there was still a glimmer of victory over him, but now he has become a defeated general.However, he knew that the light on his armor was still not dimmed, and the desire to defeat Androme was still burning like a flame in his heart.

At the same time, Androme suddenly stopped attacking him.Gakhris didn't know why at first, but soon he also knew why.

All he had to do was look out to sea.There was a fleet passing through the straits, from the barbarian countries on the European continent.

The author has something to say: from the next chapter onwards, the author's brain hole will grow geometrically. From this point of time until the end of the book, the history of mankind will be changed into a mess by the author. Those who watch history and cleanliness decide whether to stay or not depending on their own psychological endurance (although I think it is not because of psychological endurance that I can see the current one, because I have changed it in a mess before... OTZ)

In addition, the author's input speed is also clumsy [.

☆, inheritance

The expedition to the British Isles in 224 AD in Camelot and 449 AD on the European continent was not the most shameful event in his life for the Visigothic general Sadan Germanek, but it was by no means the most shameful thing in his life. Undoubtedly a disgraceful experience.Of course, the development and ending of the matter was not what the general could have expected standing on the boat at this time.

The sea will not freeze in winter like lakes on land, but its scenery is far less beautiful than in spring and summer.In summer, the sea surface of the North Sea is a charming azure blue, and under the transparent sunlight, it is so deep and cold that it takes people's soul away.In winter, all of these disappear, and the sea water turns a dull gray-blue, as if you can feel the salty bitterness just by looking at it.The non-transparent waves have lost their captivating charm, and the occasional ice floes and turbid seawater remind the people on board of the boring sailing.Fortunately, after many days of sailing, when the cold twilight crossed the sea level and shone on the ship, an inspiring call finally sounded from the observation deck: "General, the land ahead!"

The soldiers on the ship adjusted their status one after another, checked their weapons, and everything was going on quietly and quickly.Their trip was not announced to either of the two Celtic countries on the island, and it was completely expected that they would be regarded as invaders.

However, after sailing for a while, the land was not obviously approaching, as if it was advancing with the ship.There was no one on land. According to common sense, the Scottish port guards should have been aiming at them with their bows and arrows at this time, and asked to stop the ship.Sadan felt a little strange, but did not give any order, and the ship continued sailing.

His second-in-command Serin Radha whispered, "I don't understand why you are so far away."

"Huh?" Sadan responded casually.

"We can land in England soon from Gaul," Serin Rada looked at him sideways, "Why abandon the more convenient method?"

Sadan looked around and was about to speak when another lazy voice joined the conversation: "Yes, General, I want to know too."

This voice sounded on the ship, everyone heard it, and suddenly there was a sound of discussion on the deck.Serin Rada's gaze immediately turned to the soldiers sailing everywhere on the deck, trying to find out who raised the question, but the people he saw were as confused as he was.How strange, he thought, frowning. In the past, if anyone on the deck shouted a word, everyone could find him immediately.how so?

"Who's there?" Sadan asked, but his face was facing the sea.The feeling of something wrong in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.Just now, he was sure that the voice did not come from the ship.

There are so many strange things in the British Isle, he remembered what his colleagues had told him before he set off.Maybe there is some truth to it.

Their ship was still moving forward, but the land showed no sign of approaching.The voice from the sea spoke again: "Acfello-Whislan, King of Scotland, if you must know. So, it's your turn to answer me now?"

King of Scotland?Sadan's heart tightened, but he was relieved immediately. "We don't understand the language." He pointed out calmly, puncturing the other party's lie.

Unexpectedly, the cryptic man laughed mockingly: "A long life is enough for a man to do many things, General Sadan. But I advise you not to dwell on irrelevant topics. If my patience is exhausted, your fleet will be destroyed. It's not out of the question to be locked at sea forever."

"I'll ask you again,"—Akefilo's voice cooled down, and strangely, a flash of green flashed in Sadan's mind for no reason—"Visigoths, what are you doing in my kingdom?"

Perhaps the environment of the illusion array is closely related to the mood of the caster. After Akefilo's words fell, the air above the deck was about to freeze, the sea turned black, and the waves became violent, constantly conveying the message of rejection.Serin Rada held on to the railing above the side of the ship, nervously watching Sadan's answer with a hint of expectation.Although he is Sadan's most capable subordinate, from the sudden turn to the present, Serin Rada still has no idea of ​​the reason for the turn.

I saw Sadan stabilize his figure, raised his head and said loudly towards the sea: "Your Majesty Akefilo, I'm here to help you!"

This time, not only Serin Rada, but the whole crew were stunned.

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In Scotland, the most well-informed person is always Androme. He discovered the trace of this fleet just before Sadan left the shore and before turning around.Previously, he was limited to watching the other party's movements with a ray of sight from a distance, but when Sadan suddenly turned the bow and headed towards Scotland, he immediately reported the incident to Akefilo.

At this time, Sadan was suppressing his anger and standing on the Scottish palace.Originally, he thought he had successfully negotiated with Akefilo, and the other party liberated his fleet from the illusion. However, after leaving the false space created by the illusion, Sadan found that only one of his flagships escaped freely, and the rest The ship is still spinning around in the illusion.As soon as the lonely flagship docked, the Scottish soldiers who had been prepared for a long time could not help but detain the ship and other people on it, and only brought Sadan to Akefilo.

Hearing Sadan's question, Akefilo's reaction was limited to raising his eyelids slightly, and sneered: "Ha, soldiers never tire of deceit."

At this moment, he didn't even bother to maintain that fake sweet smile.Because of the advance made by Androme, Akefilo had the time to set up illusion circles outside the various ports in the Bay of Forth.However, this is a huge project. If only one person completes it, even the top illusionist cannot afford it.The severe consumption of mental power made his physical condition deteriorate rapidly, and slight walking turned into heavy physical labor. Even if he sat motionless like now, he could still feel the loss of his physical strength and energy, even if he was wrapped in a thick The thick cloak skin was as cold as ice.But once Androme left, he didn't feel at ease with the rest of the people, and couldn't entrust them with daily affairs, so he had to hold on to both ends, emaciated.

So the King of Scotland who appeared in front of Sadan was pale and thin, as fragile as a ghost.The vitality of the whole body seems to be concentrated in the eyes, those eyes are like a green leaf in summer that has been caught off guard and frozen, it is the color that once flashed in Sadan's mind, and it is still clear and sharp at this moment.

"If it is true as you said, you are here to help me, then why didn't I hear any news before?" Akefilo's question was resounding, and the cold voice echoed vaguely in the White Stone Hall.

Sadan replied calmly, although his reasons were not very convincing: "I can't contact you. However, I have an order issued by the Visigoth king to testify." This is what he had prepared for a long time.

Akefilo did not question the authenticity of his words, nor asked him to produce evidence, but asked, "What are you going to do?"

Now that all the lies have been told, Sadan thought, it must be done no matter what.Regardless of Sanqi 21, he must first gain a firm foothold on the island-this is why he diverted to Scotland, which is at a disadvantage overall.

"I have brought troops," he allowed himself to be polite and sincere, "to help you repel the southern invaders."

Thus, a conversation in which each side knew the other was babbling ended in a strangely harmonious atmosphere.Satin was pleased with the results he had obtained, and his troops were allowed to go ashore, but only to assist the Scots in fighting their own kind.But this is exactly what Sadan is willing to do. He originally planned to unite one country to defeat the other, defeat this temporary ally, and take the entire British Isle into his pocket.Yes, the control of the British Isles-this is the real purpose of his expedition.He concealed it well in all his conversations.

After leaving Edinburgh, Satin embarked on a journey to Morpeth.Akefilo knew that he was walking very fast on this road, and it was estimated that he would reach the front line the next day; before that, he had to get in touch with Androme.However, his idea encountered strong resistance——

"Ma'am, I thought you were different from those "mother-in-law" women, but I didn't expect you to be more outrageous than them." The patient looked at the doctor who opened the door with the medicine, and a look of disgust appeared on his face. expression.With the cup in her hand, Akefilo groaned in his heart, no one in the world would want to drink that kind of thing for the second time.

Megana completely ignored Akefilo's sarcasm, and walked to the bedside and handed him the cup.The King of Scots took it resignedly, raised his head and drank the whole glass of the strange-tasting liquid, as if he would die sooner than later. "I have to say," Megana took back the cup with satisfaction, "You are really cute when you have no resistance."

Akefilo looked at her coldly: "I have no choice but to ask you to help me, but you don't have to love so much."

"Love?" Megana sneered, "I am for myself. If I give you spiritual power to help you survive this overdraft, will you just rest and wait for yourself to recover? According to your personality, definitely not , Then, with only that little mental power, you will soon overdraw again, and then come to me again. This kind of usage is overdrawn faster and faster, and I will become your reserve food. Considering my personal interests, Shouldn't I control you and force you to recover yourself as soon as possible?"

"..." Akefilo was so choked that he couldn't say a word.Megana took one look at him and left.

Akefilo stared at the ceiling. The large illusion group that cast spells on the entire army finally dragged him down. Now he was in a hurry to contact Androme, but he was trapped by Megana and couldn't do anything.This feeling made him very frustrated and anxious.This feeling of loneliness, nothing to rely on, and weakness has resurfaced after many years——

In fact, you are quite poor.Megana's words haunted his ears like a ghost.

Akefiro closed his eyes tightly.

Because of Megana's obstruction, Androme did not receive any orders about Sadan, so when Sadan asked to pass through his defense line, he agreed.Sadan passed Androme and went around to the rear of Morpeth, which was a position that all the Scottish troops could not reach. He was the only army there, and Androme's control range was far beyond .

On December 12, the Battle of Morpeth officially began with Sadan joining the battle.That evening, Morpeth entered into a state of war. Gachris stood on the city wall, watching Androme's army horses approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.Gakhris is good at attacking but not good at defending. If there is no retreat at this time, he is extremely unwilling to stage an offensive and defensive battle with Androme, an opponent who is also good at attacking.It's a pity that the sudden appearance of the Visigothic army cut off his escape route like a dagger, so at this moment he can only stand here bravely.

It's not that Turas has never mentioned exchanging with him, but Gachris has a strange obsession in his heart: Androme can only be his opponent, no matter how long, he insists on pestering him until defeat.The childish voice of Turas reprimanding him seemed to be still in his ears. Gachris smiled behind the armor mask. The smile was just like the spring breeze in everyone's memory. Only the owner of the smile understood the self-mockery and madness in the arc.

Arrows flew down like rain.Now that it has started, how can he end it hastily.

When the defenders in the city rushed out, Androme even took two steps back subconsciously.The leading knight is dressed in silver-white armor, and his figure is shining brightly. The figure riding a white horse is reflected on the black sickle, and the image is vivid and full of impact.It seems that he is still the star-like rider who appeared in the wilderness on that misty morning, as if he is still commanding a huge army to enter the white city of Jihua, as if he is in the dark night, and the silver spear tip is shining with the cold light of punishment .Androme looked at him, and suddenly felt strongly and disappointed that even if he suffered defeat, even if his honor was dusted, even if he was defeated many times under his blackness, he still couldn't hide the brilliance of that knight.His own brilliance.

The two fought each other with their own minds in the chaotic army. The silver spear brought arc-shaped blood beads like an angel of punishment, and the black scythe harvested fresh life like a bloody demon god.

In contrast, Turas's front is much less ornamental, because the eye-catching