Camelot Dawn

All that can be seen is savage carnage.Turas mobilized the calmness and experience brought to him by the years, but experience can deal with things that follow rules, but cannot face enemies who do not play cards according to common sense.The Visigothic heavy cavalry has long been tempered and excelled in years of confrontation with the "Western Roman" army, rampaging and invincible in this land that has never seen their power.What Turas saw and felt was like a person facing a torrent, irresistible and irresistible.

Finally, facing the surging iron hoofs, Turas issued an order to his subordinates hoarsely while directing the retreat: "Order Gachris, stop protecting the city gate, and break out of the city—!"

The command he yelled reached Gachris' ears, making his heart tighten.Gachris guessed that Turas was not doing well, but he made a decision that was the opposite of what Turas demanded.He no longer loved to fight, and quickly summoned his troops to retreat to the city.Androme's hot pursuit was repulsed by him, and he watched Gachris close the heavy city gate in front of him.

After entering the city, Gachris left a small group of people guarding the city gate, and then passed through the city non-stop, heading towards Turas' defense line on the south side of the city.However, it is no longer necessary for him to cross the entire city, because from a distance, the Visigoth army invaded every crack in the city like some kind of monster possessed by scales. Everything that was once beautiful and peaceful was torn apart by weapons and flames .

The building surrounded by flames immediately reminded him of Galashiels. The figures in front of the flames were distorted into weird shapes, like the treacherous faces of monsters in the flames.The shrill shouts and wails mixed with blunt foreign languages ​​were jarring, chaotic and dangerous.The hot foehn, mixed with the smell of burning things, penetrated into his lungs and suffocated him.His whole person was wrapped by everything in front of him from the inside to the outside, and was tightly twisted into a deeper memory.The rider was fixed in place, while the beast rushed forward regardless.

"Do you want to die!!" Gachris woke up with a roar, and the enemy was already close in sight.Without thinking, Gachris raised his spear to attack. The sharp weapon against the thick shield and heavy armor could not harm the enemy at all.Gakhris wanted to fight again, but someone took the rein from his horse, and then dragged him to run in the opposite direction involuntarily.

Only at this time did he know who the person who woke him up just now was: "General Turas..."

Throwing the reins back to him, Turas asked viciously, "Why did you disobey my orders?!"

"I can't leave at this time!" Gachris replied unequivocally, "Even if we retreat, we must retreat with you, otherwise the people left behind will have no chance of living!"

"You know it too!" There was a sense of ruthlessness in Turas's words.Gakhris suddenly understood something: "You don't mean to... No, of course not!"

"I'll break it for you," Turas slowed down, "You break through the north city gate!"

"No!" Gakhris almost screamed to express his disapproval.He quickly turned his head to see that an English soldier who fought bravely had been cut off from his horse, and the heavily armed enemy horses passed over the corpse, and the soldiers on horseback were covered by masks, which were cold and expressionless.

"You have also seen that if everyone stays, the result is not to go together, but to die together." Turas's voice seemed so old and tired for the first time, "And you are younger than me. After I die, you go! "

Gakhris' heart was hit hard.

You are younger than me, so I die and you go.The words of this veteran general who had been in the army for a lifetime were so desolate that he could no longer make any objection.

"As you order," Gachris grabbed the reins of the horse, leaving deep tooth marks on his lips, "General Turas, I'll wait for you outside the city!"

Then he led many soldiers on horseback and ran towards the north gate, and there was no sign of Turas by his side.Behind him, the English soldiers who vowed to follow Turas lined up in an orderly manner, as if they were not in a battlefield where survival was necessary, but they were going to conduct the most perfect tactical exercise in the royal parade.Although the general who commanded them was old, his helmet fell off in the fight just now, and his cloak was stained with blood, but his face and body seemed to be shrouded in incandescent light like the sun.

"... Ravana, you don't have any backing now." Turas laughed twice, the light in his eyes was sharp and clear, like the old and fierce beast that most frightens the prey.

His end, Morpeth's end.

Androme's siege couldn't stop Gachris. He led his troops and his pursuers away from the city of Morpeth, which was on fire.The sound of the city gate collapsing behind him seemed to be heard even after running a long distance. The loud noise was like a big rock that suppressed the screams, explosions and low growls in the city into his heart, and there was no way out. day.He felt something surging in his chest, and he suppressed it desperately, and finally succeeded in stopping it.Turas is an elder, he is calm and wise, since he chose to hand over these thousands of lives to Gakhris, then Gakhris must do his best for his entrustment.Every day in the future, no matter how dire the situation is, no matter how tired or powerless he feels, he has no right to give up.Because Turas exchanged his life for his life, and because this is a tacit understanding passed down from generation to generation among the commanders.

In the night, silver meteors fled south.

The author has something to say: I would like to ask how many people in the barbarian country at the beginning guessed Anglo-Saxon?In fact, the first version of Sadan's character design is an Anglo-Saxon.However, in order to connect with the following plot, it was changed to Sigoth.

(ps, don’t look at Frank’s strength in the end, but the Visigoths are definitely the most awesome barbarians in the late Western Roman Empire. I’ll tell you about this in the future)

From the beginning of this chapter, the whole story will be divided into two branch lines, one is the young master line, and the other is the Lancelot line, which should be changed every few chapters.The author will give a clear hint w in the content summary

☆、Twilight of Toutatis

To the west, the two fortresses of Brengaria and Veinno were taken, and the seven-day defense of Moloertis was successfully concluded.Kowain and Lancelot met at Moloertis, and then they followed Tristan's pace northward and stationed in a place called Leviencia.This was the same day that Gachris returned to Morpeth and Satin arrived in Edinburgh.After a short rest in Levinia, they led their troops northward the next day without giving Tristan any time to re-arrange and plan.According to Kowain's idea, the two troops split into two groups. Kowain marched towards Farabin, where Tristan was temporarily stationed, and drove away the unsteady enemy again, while Lancelot detoured to the enemy army in a hasty march. In the rear, make a second strike when the enemy retreats hastily.

After confirming the plan, the two each led their troops and set out on the road separately.They were chasing after the victory, and everything went smoothly, but during the march, Gao Wen still had doubts in his heart.There is no other reason, just because he is not sure about the upcoming attack.When the strength of the two sides is equal, unfamiliarity with the opponent's position is also a disadvantage, but it is partially compensated by the number; now that one army is used as two, less than half of the opponent can be used in Farabin, and the unfamiliar environment is very difficult. has become a topic that needs to be treated with caution.

Gao Wen is not a person who likes to take risks, so he decided to solve this problem.After all, it is also one of the responsibilities of the commander to prevent the vital forces from making unnecessary sacrifices.

At noon, the troops stopped to eat and rest, and Gao Wen finally took the time to answer questions.But when he came to the person he was looking for, what he saw really surprised him.

Not far ahead, there were a few people sitting around, who seemed to have a good relationship, taking time to chat and laugh while eating.At this time, a soldier with his back turned to Gao Wen said something, because Gao Wen couldn't hear something because he had something in his mouth, but his comrades heard it clearly, and let out a short laugh.However, because their rest time is very limited, the happy atmosphere is also very short-lived, and it dissipates immediately after laughing.At this time, there seemed to be a person with particularly keen eyesight among the people in the circle. When he looked up, he saw Gao Wen walking towards this side, wiped his mouth, and said strangely, "Hey, who is here?"

Those soldiers reflexively followed his line of sight, and when they turned around, the commander had already walked in front of them.The atmosphere suddenly cooled down in embarrassment, and some people looked at Gao Wen with a little evasive eyes.The person who first spotted him was calm and relaxed. He sat cross-legged on the floor with his elbows on his knees, his fingers clasped under his chin, and the shackles on his wrists glistened in the sun.

Gao Wen glanced around these subordinates who had a good chat with Sunan, and finally fixed his eyes on one of them: "Explain the current situation, I remember that it is your task to guard the prisoners."

"It's my mission," the gaze of the person being stared at began to drift again, "I've been carrying it out so far."

"But I haven't approved you to talk to him," Gao Wen glanced at several people around him, emphasizing, "I haven't approved anyone."

These people fell silent. The officer's cold eyes and words made them feel oppressed. They knew something was wrong, and they already had all kinds of tragic predictions about their own fate in their hearts.Sure enough, the verdict came down: "Remember your demerits, go back to receive your punishment after the war." Everyone who heard this breathed a sigh of relief, but there was almost a considerable amount of uneasiness; Aroused the curiosity of some people. "General Sunan, follow me." After finishing speaking, their usually taciturn chief turned and left.

Sunan shrugged and followed out with a group of people watching.

"I'm amazed at your ability to capture people's hearts." Gao Wen said to Sunan when he turned around again.This exclamation came from the heart. After all, Sunan had only been captured for 4 days. This kind of integration ability almost made Gao Wen feel a little scared.

Sunan spread his hands, causing the chains of the shackles to rattle: "In this difficult world, you must have some ability to survive." He laughed cynically.

Gao Wen didn't intend to continue talking on this topic, he asked bluntly: "What is the layout of Farabin?" It's impossible to ask anyone this question, but Sunan must know.

Sunan asked, "What's the benefit of telling you me?"

"It's no good," Gao Wen replied mercilessly, "you can figure it out, Mr. Captive."

"..." This man is really hard to talk, Sunan touched the ashes on his nose, thinking.

Farabin was captured by Gao Wen at a very small cost, and of course Sunan contributed to it.If Tristan knew that his former colleagues had sold him so easily, he would probably be so angry that he would greet Sunan's whole family.After capturing Farabin, many trivial follow-up tasks were carried out until close to dusk, and Kowen did not rest until dinner.After dinner, he finally had some precious free time. He remembered some of his earlier questions, decided to take this opportunity to solve them, and went to the military tent where Sunan was locked.

Seeing him coming in, Sunan raised his eyelids, lowered them again, and said in boredom, "Thanks to you, no one dares to talk to me now."

"I am very pleased that my order has been carried out." Gao Wen said lightly.

Sunan snorted, raised Erlang's legs: "Then what are you doing now?"

Gao Wen frowned and said, "Now I wonder if I treated the captives too favorably? After all, if you don't look at the shackles on your hands, I look more like the one who was captured now."

Sunan obediently put down Erlang's legs and sat upright, and asked again: "Okay, now you can tell me why you want me?"

Just said a few words, Sunan's whole body was reinfused with vitality, recalling his half-dead appearance just now, Gao Wen's mouth touched an imperceptible smile, which quickly faded away. "Let me ask you something." Hu's blue eyes recovered seriousness and concentration, "Who are those three people who are by your side in Viinno?"

Hearing this, Sunan was really stunned for a moment, and then said: "I thought you were going to force me to explain the defense of the next area."

Gao Wen's gaze told him not to change the subject.Sunan calmed down resignedly.

"We are brothers," he said after a while, "Mantis the elder, Sunan the second, Gondolas the third, and Pelodos the fourth."

"I think you're playing tricks on me."

"Yes, indeed, you are very perceptive," Sunan laughed twice, "It's a bit long to talk about, do you really think it's necessary to listen?"

Gao Wen shook his head: "I don't listen to the story, let's talk about the main points."

However, despite this, the content of what Sunan said was still very long, probably because he hadn't spoken for a whole day and made him extremely rambling.Gao Wen listened patiently, extracted the central idea, and left.However, Sunan seemed to have discovered the joy of chatting with him, and in the next few days, he would come up to strike up a conversation with him whenever he had the opportunity.He always seemed to be able to find something to talk about, and after chatting for a while, he left in a relaxed manner, enjoying himself.Over time, Gao Wen also got used to it, would chat with him a few words, and then feel surprised for himself after he left.He thought that this time the ban on anyone talking to Sunan should be strengthened. This guy's ability to get close is simply impossible to guard against.

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The reason why Gao Wen still has time to chat with Sunan is because his army is resting in Farabin at this time.As previously planned, he was responsible for repelling the enemy from the Farabin stronghold, and Lancelot was given the task of carrying out the second strike.While he was listening to Sunan's chatter, Lancelot was racing Tristan, and finally surpassed his opponent, reaching the Tutatis Plain before the enemy, blocking the enemy's retreat.

The two troops on the run quickly recognized each other, and Lancelot attacked without saying a word.

Despite the rapid march, the soldiers were still full of energy on the whole, and Lancelot himself was at the peak of his physical and mental state; therefore, at the beginning of this battle, they had an advantage in the situation.He planned to take advantage of this battle to eliminate Tristan in one go, but he looked around in the battle formation, but he still couldn't find Tristan's shadow.Feeling strange in his heart, but it didn't help the situation in front of him, so he decided to stay still for the time being and see what tricks the other party was playing.

However, not long after the two sides fought and killed, Lancelot felt more and more wrong.The source of this error was not the situation on the battlefield, but his own body.In his memory, he was not such a tired person.Fatigue makes people dull, which is a fatal thing on the battlefield. He took a deep breath and clenched the sword in his hand to make himself feel a little more awake and energetic.

But soon, this short-lived spirit was about to leave him again, and the feeling of fatigue hit him even more intensely.He clenched the shield tightly in his hand and blocked a deadly attack from the enemy, whose weapon almost touched his body;In the short-term safety that followed, he felt that the palm of his hand holding the shield was dripping with sweat at some point, and his forehead felt a little aching from the twitches.

Something must have gone wrong, he thought as he caught his breath right away, frowning, and it was in himself.

Suddenly, a slight tingling sensation came from the arm, like a thin steel needle moving up the blood vessel, making him numb.He suddenly realized something, and hastily withdrew his arm from behind the shield, rolled up his cuffs, and the dark red black magic circle on his left wrist came into view impressively.At this time, the magic circle that had been silent for many days woke up. Lancelot saw that the tattooed pattern became like a wound, with blood oozing out little by little, while the surrounding skin shrank and disappeared under its influence. , the wound gradually widened.

He suddenly understood where the inexplicable exhaustion came from. It was the evil black magic spell that was devouring his energy, along with his flesh and blood.His face became very ugly. He put down his cuffs and raised his sword. Lancelot decided to change his tactics and make a quick decision.Find Tristan today and kill him!He thought secretly in his heart.As for the blood curse, he decided to wait until after the battle to deal with that issue.

Lancelot cut off an enemy's arm, but the opponent grabbed the tomahawk with the other hand indifferently, and rushed forward with a roar like a beast.Lancelot's horse raised its front hooves to kick him, but the front legs were cut off by the enemy who had lost his mind. Lancelot lost his balance on the horse's back and rolled down.

His leg was pinned under the horse and had to be pulled out with a little effort.At this moment, a black shadow flew obliquely, and he didn't have time to see the route clearly, he hurriedly ducked down, barely avoided, the flying tomahawk slashed heavily on the horse, and the injured horse finally stopped twitching. ‖ Twitched.The soaring smell of blood rushed into Lancelot's nostrils, almost knocking him out.He struggled to his feet, dodging among the charging cavalry.Holding the blood-stained ax pulled from the horse in his hand, he saw the opportunity and swung it at the passing enemy rider with all his strength!The man was overturned, Lancelot pulled the reins, turned on the horse skillfully, and returned to the battle formation.

After a long time, the smell of blood on his body still persisted, and the battle tended to intensify.It was already dusk at this time, and it would soon be dark. Both sides wanted to decide the outcome before dark, and a fierce battle was inevitable.Lancelot felt that the wound on his arm was spreading rapidly, but he didn't have time to confirm what was going on at this time, so he decided to ignore it - after all, there were more important things that needed his attention right now.

A spear stabbed at him, Lancelot maneuvered the war horse to dodge, and then grabbed the shaft of the spear to draw the enemy in front of him, drew the sword with his right hand, and pierced through his chest.Then he held the spear in the opponent's hand, stabbed forward in the original direction, and stabbed another enemy soldier directly off the horse.Lancelot drew his sword from the enemy he killed, and wiped off the blood on the blade with the army uniform that was not stained with blood. A new enemy has arrived.

Kill, or be killed.This is the rule of the battlefield, the logic here.Simple and rude, ruthless.Lancelot's sword has already been stained with the blood of countless people. Even the most gentle saint, in his current position, will inevitably degenerate into a crazy sinner.Lancelot laughed at the code of chivalry when he was young, because he required knights to be holy and noble, to have no evil thoughts in their hearts, and not to do a single evil thing in their hands, but at the same time he required them to fight bravely and overcome obstacles.So, how could it be possible not to do all the evil things in the process of going south and north?He himself can't count how many enemies he has killed.In a chaotic battlefield, who can be sure that he is killed as an enemy, and there is no pure-hearted believer?It's not that you are the only one who knows chivalry.

But in practice, this question is meaningless.Lancelot watched another enemy fall to his sword.The content of chivalry is so vast that it is impossible for anyone to follow its every instruction.The spirit of chivalry has never required that the hands of soldiers should not be stained with blood. On the contrary, it maintains the value of the existence of the group of knights.A knight fights for the monarch, but if the monarch he swears allegiance to is sincere, then it must be the value he agrees with in his heart that is projected on the monarch, and the quality embodied by the monarch is his original heart.For this reason, the knight will regard the will of the monarch as his own life, and will do his best in every battle to kill all enemies.

The gentle sunlight at dusk shrouded the edge of his golden hair, like the golden edge of a battle flag, and seemed to be stained with blood.In the silence that suddenly struck at the end of the battle, Lancelot suddenly had an absurd idea in his blank mind—does Arthur of Camelot know all this?He smiled self-deprecatingly at the inappropriate thought.

The enemy was repelled, and they gained a brief period of peace, but this peace may not last long.Only now did Lancelot have the time to look at the wound on his arm, but the result of rolling up his sleeves made him startled.His left hand could not swing a sword for a long time, and only now did he realize that half of his forearm had been eroded to a bloody mess.Some places have just broken the skin, and some places have already exposed half of the stripped muscles.Now that the fighting has stopped, the speed at which the wound has spread has slowed down, but the blood that flowed out earlier has already stained half of his sleeves red, so how to cover it up when he goes back is really troublesome.

He put down his sleeves, and only now did he feel the pain, and the slightest touch was painful.In a short while, just by doing nothing, the severe pain had already covered his forehead with cold sweat.He was simply amazed at how he survived the entire battle. Looking back, there was no wound in his mind during the melee, and all his attention was on the fierce battle in front of him, and in a very conspicuous position, there was a man named Arthur floating. ghost.

Why is he here?Lancelot felt incredible.Arthur has nothing to do with the battle in front of him.But Lancelot thought of him somehow, and he stayed.Stay in his mind and accompany him to fight this exhausting battle.Said to be company, but Arthur didn't do anything, he wasn't even in the plains of Tutatis, he was in Camelot, but Lancelot felt accompanied and supported just by having him in his mind.Even thinking about it now, maybe the wound didn't hurt so much because of it.

"It's really incomprehensible." Lancelot shook his head secretly, and waved him out of his mind.

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"Roland." After being stunned for a while, Lancelot quickly recovered, "Notify everyone, set off to pursue."

The author has something to say: The author will be very busy these few weeks, so the update time is not guaranteed, and I would like to apologize to everyone. The author will have a meeting all day from 27th to 30th, and the school classes are all on leave. Of course, there is no way to update the update, so it will be suspended for another week.There are a lot of things in these two or three weeks, and they are all rushed together. I should be able to relax a little next week... At that time, I will work hard to enter and try to get the update back.

[ps, I have a lot of brains about Bible stories recently, if I sacrifice my input time to write an Exodus fan, you will forgive me hahh

☆, long distance

After three days of pursuit there was another skirmish between Lancelot and Tristan.After retreating several times, Tristan's troops seemed to have lost confidence in fighting, and they were easily defeated, throwing away their armor and fleeing in all directions.The purpose of Lancelot's painstaking pursuit of this place was to annihilate this group of enemy troops in one go. How could such a good opportunity be missed.Seeing Tristan fleeing the battlefield in a hurry, he ordered a small group of people to follow and chased after him himself.Although it is said to be a "small team", the number of people is several times that of Tristan.Once he catches up, Lancelot has absolute certainty to annihilate the opponent.

Roland naturally wanted to go with him, but he stopped him: "Don't follow me, stay outside and manage the army."

The young attendant was surprised when he heard the appointment, and blurted out: "How is that possible?" Randomly he adjusted his expression, "Sir, I don't have the ability to order people at all, it's better to come by your side—— I'm a servant."

Lancelot smiled and shook his head: "Roland, you should have been a knight many years ago. Your status should be equal to mine, and your ability is enough."

Roland showed a face full of tears: "Sir, don't say that, did I make you unhappy again?"

Lancelot recalled the unpleasant experience before, and quickly denied it: "Of course not, you are walking on thin ice. Well, maybe you can treat it as I am asking you to do me a favor?" After thinking about it, he suggested this.

Seeing that he could not escape, Roland lowered his head and sighed, then raised his head again: "Okay, I understand, you can go at ease." At this moment, Lancelot's body stabbed by a long sword suddenly flashed across his mind. The image of wearing clothes, and the earlier image of a dead comrade with a hideous wound on his abdomen.He still remembered that Lancelot was kneeling beside the soldier.Roland's face turned pale, and he stopped him: "Wait!"

Lancelot looked back.

"Sir, don't let something like last time happen again." Lancelot felt a little amused when Roland suddenly became serious, but he wisely didn't bring it up.He knew that Roland was doing it for his own good, although he didn't think it was necessary—this time was different from last time, he thought.

So he appeased Roland, and Lancelot left without looking back.

Soon they caught up with the small group of enemy troops, and the two sides fought hand-to-hand for a while. Tristan obviously didn't want to waste time on him, and he went to the more complicated and unfamiliar mountain roads with a little respite.Seeing that he wanted to use his familiarity with the terrain to gain an advantage, Lancelot couldn't help sneering from the bottom of his heart.The disparity between the numbers of the two sides was too great, he thought, even if he was familiar with the terrain, it would not help.So, he boldly followed in.

Of course, he was not a reckless person. Before entering the mountain, he notified Roland and agreed with him that he would come out of the mountain in two days no matter what the outcome was, and Roland would be outside to meet him at that time.After doing this, he finally had no worries, so he led people to chase after him.

However, two days later, Roland led the troops to the place agreed with Lancelot on time, but he did not wait for the team that entered the mountain to come out.Before noon, he was still in a relatively relaxed mood. After all, the sky was just right and the sun was still long; but as the sun slowly set in the afternoon, Roland's heart sank little by little.The night shrouded the sky, stirring up the restlessness in people's hearts.Roland sent several groups of people to patrol the mountain pass, but they found nothing.

He struggled for a while, and finally decided that in the case of his lack of experience, he should still let a veteran take charge.So he contacted Gao Wen, who was marching here, and briefly explained the current situation to him, hoping that he could come to take over the part of the army that Lancelot left outside.

After the news was sent, Roland calmed down and decided to continue waiting.The agreement between him and Lancelot was not known to everyone, so there will be no panic in the army for the time being.Maybe Lancelot decided to stay one more day on the spur of the moment, and when he lay awake at night, he thought that he might be only one day away from destroying the small group of enemies, and he couldn't do anything in it. Get in touch with yourself so you don't know.It's not a big deal, he kept thinking hypnotically.

The next day, Lancelot did not come, but Tristan did.At this point, Roland was finally sure that Lancelot was in trouble.The evidence is obvious. The target he led to chase appeared outside the mountain in full at this moment, and led a large army to attack Roland's camp.

Although Roland has followed Lancelot on countless battlefields and seen all kinds of battles, he is on the battlefield as an attendant, and he is only responsible to Lancelot; now, Lancelot is gone , and asked him to look after the army.He was in a panic.

How should the army be assembled?How should the formation be arranged?The battle... How should we fight?Roland found in a panic that he was as confused as a three-year-old child about everything around him.And the old and cunning enemy must have guessed his panic at the moment, and the attack was massive and quite intimidating, and the pressure exerted on Roland's heart made him not know what to do.

How would he decide if Mr.Roland tried to simulate a scene so that he could find his state, but it was useless.In the past, it was Lancelot who gave orders, and he did what he heard, no matter how urgent the situation was, and then the situation was brought under his control without his knowing, and it developed and resolved according to Lancelot's expectations .He thought that he should be educated and leave some experience, but in the end it was just experience in doing things, and his experience was completely blank when it came to making decisions.Roland can indeed create the most perfect body, but that is under the premise of the brain of Lancelot.

Now, Roland, who has lost his backbone, can only do the most instinctive reaction when facing danger - to retreat hastily.There is a confrontation, but it is not in order, so it cannot be used as a force.Tristan easily overwhelmed his defenses, entered his camp, and slaughtered his comrades.The golden sword is still shining in the morning mist.

"No, no!" Roland said to himself in short breath, the blood on his face never recovered, "I can't do this... this army is not mine! I have no right to let them die for nothing! I should find a way to protect them." They—but how? Someone help me..." It's no use!At this moment, a tsunami of self-rejection surged in his heart, but the helplessness that yearned for help was so strong.

Anyone, he thought desperately, help me.I haven't learned anything yet...

Tristan's unilateral massacre went on for a long time, and the army in charge of Roland was almost wiped out.He was looking forward to the arrival of the only possible helping hand - Gao Wen, but now, he gradually felt that he might not be able to wait. "There are only a quarter of the people left," he thought blankly, "then I must die here too? Should I ask the enemy to scratch my face, because I have no face to face my face?" Master..." This kind of thought caused a burst of sadness in his chest unexpectedly, which was so intense that it made his throat ache.He was Lancelot's servant all his life, but in the end he made the most serious mistake in his life... He looked at the little army that was still stubbornly resisting, and couldn't help wishing that he would die and dissipate Outside of the world, let there be no information about his existence in every trace of air, in every drop of water, not even in the memory of Lancelot.

He was too bad, the young attendant swung his sword vigorously to assassinate the enemy, his eyes were slightly hot.

He has been immersed in his own sorrow and self-sabotage. When he regained his senses, the situation on the battlefield has changed a lot.At some point, there were more soldiers on the battlefield.He trembled all over, as if being splashed with cold water, at this moment Gao Wen's figure came into his eyes.

He recognized Gao Wen at a glance, except for that lord, no one would be so meticulous and pressing every step of the way. His attack is completely self-contained, full of rules and strict logic, but it makes the enemy easy to fight without rules. Find it, so every step is a killer move, and every move can be hit.Under his leadership, the army is well-trained and coordinated to counterattack, disintegrating the enemy's attack step by step and draining the enemy's spirit.It was the tacit understanding cultivated by soldiers for many years, and the tempering provided by the battlefield for a long time. He gave Roland the illusion that defeating the enemy is obviously a matter of ease.

Even the silver light on Gowen's armor was colder and sharper than others, piercing straight into his heart like a hard sword.He thought that only such a person deserves to be called a knight and stand side by side with his Mr. Lancelot.In front of this, he himself is so insignificant that it is not worth mentioning.

——The difference between a knight and a squire is only a title on the surface, but the real difference inside is like clouds and mud.

"Roland, is he back?" After repelling Tristan, this was the first sentence Gao Wen asked when he got off his horse.

The person being questioned shook his head with some guilty conscience, Gao Wen didn't have any special reaction, his face was always cold and calm. "Then I will send someone into the mountain to look for it," said the deep and calm voice, as if the worst outcome was under his control, and there was a way to save it.