Camelot Dawn

Half my father's life, I can't wait to avenge him - but don't I think so?Isn't there a deeper connection between me and him than between you and him?It's just that the situation on the battlefield does not allow it.Be patient and carry out my orders.I promise you, you will see that day soon. "

Kai thought it was over, when suddenly he heard a mocking laugh in his ear. "Which time do you never say that! But next time, you will still retreat!"

Kai glanced at him in surprise, and frowned: "It's not even a month, do you think there is no hope on the battlefield?"

"Yeah, it's been almost a month!" Elliott's eyes showed more sarcasm, "It's been almost a month since the Patriarch I was loyal to died in battle, but his son is still living comfortably under the enemy's axe. Woolen cloth!"

Kay finally felt that this was a bit harsh. "I don't know if I'm a brave person, but I know that you are here to entangle me with this kind of problem, which is of no significance to change the disadvantages on the battlefield."

"Change your style because you won't be ashamed!"

That's enough.Kai already had some headaches due to lack of rest, but now that the scholar meets the soldiers, the headache is even worse.He also stopped talking to Elliott, intending to leave by himself, leaving him alone to calm down.

Unexpectedly, Elliot continued behind his back: "You let me down, Lord Knight Commander, you inherited his surname, but you are not like him at all. I can't figure it out, it is yours after all. Father, how can you be so 'calm'?" The disappointment in his words didn't seem fake.

Kay couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the tent curtain in his face.

At night, Kay sleeps with his clothes on and the depressed mood of the day.During the march, his sword was always kept beside his bed, so that it would be convenient to deal with emergencies.Not long after falling asleep, a slight noise came from outside the tent, followed by the muffled sound of something falling to the ground, which woke Kai up.When he heard the sound of footsteps falling outside the tent, his drowsiness immediately disappeared.In order to avoid alarming the enemy, he did not act rashly, but subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.

A figure slipped into the tent without a sound, and the faint light illuminated the corner of his boots as he passed the charcoal basin on the ground.Kai felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.The man walked all the way to the bed, Kai maintained his sleeping position, but turned over when the dagger stabbed him, and grabbed the man's hand.The man was eager to break free, but the dagger pierced into the bed board and could not be pulled out for a moment. Kai grabbed the man's wrist and pressed it hard, but the pain did not reach the point of fracture, but the man clenched his teeth and was beaten to death without a sound.

Kai sneered in the dark, pulled the assassin's arm, and kicked hard at the soft abdomen at the same time. human chest.Although the charcoal in the basin is no longer hot, it is still hotter than its body temperature.The assassin couldn't help but let out a scream, shrill like a wolf with its claws broken.Kay walked to the door of the tent and raised the curtain. The moonlight entered the tent, illuminating Eliot's distorted face and the blood stains on the body of the dead guard outside the tent.

Both sides were silent for a while, and Alex, Kay's attendant, who was awakened by the shrill cry, also came from the neighboring tent at this time. "What's going on? Sir, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Let everyone who heard the sound come back to sleep, and two of them are enough." After Kai ordered, he turned his attention back to Elliott, put away his sword, and he stood The edge of the tent shook his head: "Eliat, I've told you many times, there is no point in impulsiveness!"

The clothes on Eliot's chest were scalded with many holes, and there were scattered sparks. His eyes were burning like a torch, and his chest heaved violently: "You don't deserve my allegiance at all! Kai, Ishilinka's surname is so powerful. The honor of the representative is not something you want to destroy or abandon. I want you to know that there are people like me! That is the only surname of my allegiance object in this life. You who have no basic respect for it do not deserve it. You don't even deserve my approval..."

Before the impassioned speech was over, Elliot was hit in the head by Kay's heavy punch. "What kind of person are you? You think you are more qualified than me to discuss my family name. You can't even see the basic interests, and you only want to complete revenge-do you think this is considered loyalty to my father? Don't you To care about the number of casualties, the mood of the soldiers, and other conditions on the battlefield, you are just blaming me—" Kai sneered, "Is it because I am unworthy or you are stupid!"

Elliott was silent for a while, and said with a slap in the neck: "Then you kill me now, I don't want to stay in your army anymore!"

Kai looked at him a little strangely: "It seems that your IQ is really not enough... Who told you that if you don't want to stay in the army, you must die? Even for my father's sake, I will not kill you .” He greeted Alex and the two soldiers, “Take him away, he will be expelled from the army from today. But I said——” He turned to Elliott again, smiling Fei smiled and asked, "You don't hate me enough to help Mi Luo?"

Elliott, flushed with anger, refused to answer the question and was taken away by the three.

After the men had left, Kay lowered the door curtain and sat down on the edge of the bed in the dark.It was still some time before dawn, but after such a commotion, he could no longer sleep peacefully.In the dark, he guarded the extinguished charcoal basin, and sat in the bone-chilling military tent until dawn.

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The day after Elliott left, Kay's reinstated army assembled on an open plain in southwestern England.The bright silver armor of the soldiers reflected a cold metal light in the early morning, their spears stood upright neatly, and the long strips of the golden lion king banner on a black background and the red eagle clan emblem fluttered slowly in the breeze, creating a magnificent sight.The army stood darkly on the open plain, silent, and the breath behind the mask was barely audible.But this kind of quietness is not the dead silence in the tomb, but the strength that is suppressed in the silence, and the silence has also become a kind of silent coercion.

Kai Duan was sitting on the horse, holding the rein tightly with both hands, the first horse remained motionless, standing like a sculpture together with its owner.After a while, Milo's shadow appeared in the field of vision, and his army was seen as a line at first, and then quickly became one, spreading across the field.Milo's gigantic ax could be seen in the distance.Kay stared at it intently, the red eagle pennant with a black background fluttering a little lonely on the tip of Alex's spear beside him.When Miro got closer, Kai drew his sword out of its sheath and held it high above his head, the blade shining brightly. His eyes behind the mask measured the open space between the enemy and us, and then swung the sword hard——

"attack--!"

People from both sides intertwined like a tide.Kai had already set his sights on Mi Luo, and as soon as he got close, the sword edge whizzed through the air.Relying on the powerful attacking power of his weapon, Mi Luo didn't dodge, he swung his ax and went to meet him.But what he didn't expect was that Kai actually pressed the sword against the handle of the axe. The heavy pressure was concentrated on the arm, and the tense muscles trembled unknowingly.Milo obviously noticed it too, and pressed down even harder, hoping that a little more force would make Kai's support collapse, and it would be better to cut off one of his hands.

The two were in a strange stalemate, the muscles on Kai's arms trembled more and more obviously, he felt that he was close to the limit, he roared explosively and pushed away hard, actually pushing Milorian and the horse away.Because the pressure on Kai was too strong, Milo received a strong rebound at this time, the mount was dragged back again and again by him, which made him unstable, and he almost missed the axe.Kai was not idle either, even though his arm was sore and unbearable, he couldn't ignore the rare good opportunity in front of him, and rode his horse towards Mi Luo who was not on a firm footing.

Kai's attack was sudden, Milo hadn't adjusted well yet, so he had to block it with the long handle of the axe.He never thought that he would be approached by someone one day, so he neglected to plan in this regard, and he was quickly overwhelmed to deal with it.This greatly helped Kai, the melee advantage of light weapons was revealed at this time, and every fast-paced attack was directed at the vitals, making Milo overwhelmed with his heavy battle axe.Soon, Milo, who had almost forgotten what it was like to bleed after landing, got his first wound.Kai looked at the blood oozing from the enemy's clothes, and suddenly felt Miro's feelings—the more he fought, the braver he was, the more he fought, the more he wanted to continue fighting.

What are you waiting for?Go ahead, let the "teacher" who taught him this kind of thing, check and accept the results.

The result of this battle was Kai's victory.Milo lost, and was in a mess.However, Kai, the victor, looked at Milo's retreating figure, and the burden in his heart did not lighten in the slightest.The victory in World War I alone could not destroy the capital that Mi Luo had accumulated. His troops had gained a firm foothold this time, and they would have to face long-term struggles in the future.As long as Milo is alive, he has no real victory.Therefore, the distance from victory is still far away at this time.

Kay's prediction was right.After this battle, they fell into a confrontation. On January 1, they were in a stalemate in a city called Ludlow on the border of England. After changing hands several times, the position finally fell into the hands of Miro.But the losses of both sides were equal. Although Miro squeezed into Ludlow, he was unwilling to call this a victory.Of course, Kay's life was a little harder.

Because he is now on the eastern border of Wales, Fort Llandrindod.Behind him, the undefended Wales stands the royal capital blessed as the "Land of Dawn".

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At the border between Wales and England, the vast field outside the fortress is flat and vast, and it looks extremely desolate under the withered yellow grass in winter.The hooves of the horses came and went on the plain, and there were occasional sounds of metal or leather rubbing; the horse snorted from time to time, and the sound was abrupt in the silent field.It's not that there are no people in the field, on the contrary, a powerful force is moving forward quietly and fast.

This is the army led by Kai, and his goal is very clear, it is his old opponent Milo.With the victory two days ago and the favorable material conditions as support, he is very confident in launching this surprise attack.

The army continued to move forward, and when they suddenly appeared in front of Mi Luo, the young commander of the foreign race really flashed a moment of bewilderment in his eyes.He didn't expect Kai to have the guts to take the initiative to provoke.But the fighting instinct didn't let the shock stop him, and with the weapon in hand, he regained his composure.He's just a loser, he thought comfortingly.

However, when the two sides really started fighting, he was not so optimistic.The spear was his nemesis, and he was aware of it. The words "one inch long, one inch strong" are not groundless. His battle ax is not as long as Kai's spear, so he is destined to be at a disadvantage in terms of equipment.The reason why he was able to win was not his own bravery, but the overall quality of the entire army; as for whether he could protect himself against a tough enemy, that was another matter.

"Opportunistic, are you still a knight?" Milo asked him angrily.

Kai showed a standard eight-teeth smile: "Chivalry is not for barbarians, good boy."

With equipment advantages and rich experience, although Kai's physical strength is not as good as Miro, in the end he managed to make this mighty enemy fall off his horseback.He used a beautiful arc to throw Milo off the horse, and at the end he swung his gun like a showman.However, under this appearance, his mood is a bit subtle.

He acted confidently, as if he knew that he would beat the opponent today, but no one knew that he had suffered from insomnia night after night.Elliott's words were like a nightmare shrouded in his heart, and Ector's entrustment was like a heavy weight. "Please defeat the enemy and go back to Lundiny" - this is his father's last words, a promise he must fulfill.In the days when I kept retreating, it became a lingering dark cloud in my heart.

The death of his father, the doubts of his subordinates, the responsibility of the knight, and the good news of his friends are frequent.He was under the greatest pressure, but he had to be the most stable and confident in front of all the soldiers, and even a good night's sleep became a luxury.Now the instigator of all this was in front of him, and he was nailed to his horse.

The fighting around was still going on, but it was so quiet here that the sound of blood seeping into the ground could be heard clearly.Kai took off his helmet and said with a half-smile, "Milo, do you know how much trouble you've caused?"

"If you don't come to kick the hall, people in Lundiny will have a normal New Year, and we don't have to wait for the kill every time we meet here. I don't understand, the war on the British island is obviously related to You have nothing to do, why did you come?" There was no hostility in his words, but rather regret.

Milo breathed in laboriously, tugging at the pinned wound, and the gushing blood stained his sand-blond satin-like hair. "Don't make me laugh, okay? You are a soldier, but you still have time to think about these romantic things... How leisurely do you guys live!" Even though the blood was fading from his face, his The tone is still unchangeable and arrogant:

"Why did I come? Because it was Hilarion's order to attack Britain!"

The image of the Visigothic king appeared in his chaotic mind, and Milo felt his gaze on him, the gaze he had longed for since he was a teenager, and he felt that when Hilarion looked at him, he could do anything.

This is so ridiculous and so common - two opposing parties fighting for exactly the same reason - no hatred for each other, but insisting on fighting to the death - just by the simple order and personal will of a king!

"I can't die so easily." After Kai left, Milo murmured, "I swore I would take the whole of England back."

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After the defeat at the Battle of Llandrindod, Miro was badly wounded.The entire length of his left shoulder was pierced, when Kay's spear pierced through it, pinning him to the ground.After resting for more than a month, he has only recovered to the point where he can barely mount a horse. If the continuous pain is not considered, this is a gratifying result.But Milo was obviously still not satisfied.

"You have to listen to my advice, it's too reluctant!" The angry female military doctor tried to stop the young commander who couldn't wait to return to the battlefield, but Milo glanced at him and said; "Didn't you just say that I recovered?" Did you do well?"

"Recovering well doesn't mean—" The doctor was about to be stunned by his anger, "Don't change your mind secretly. I mean, you are much better now than you were when you were half dead, at least you have the strength to argue with me."

Mi Luo laughed twice, and then pressed the wound with a contorted face.The doctor gloated, "Did you see it? It won't work at all. You must, must, wait until it's completely healed."

"Okay!" Mi Luo became a little annoyed, "Stop rambling, I have been on the battlefield since I was 16 years old, what kind of injuries have I not suffered? When was it not just that I was injured and went back to fight soon? Already It's dragged on long enough..." Thinking of the series of victories Kai took advantage of when he was injured, Milo gritted his teeth bitterly, "...we can't give the enemy time anymore!"

Seeing that she was wasting her words before, the doctor couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "Okay, don't listen to my advice, just wait and see!" After a pause, she stomped her feet again, and shouted to Mi Luo who was walking away: " You are risking your own life!"

Mi Luo shouted back without looking back: "My life is my own!"

——Really, damn child, just go to hell!The doctor turned and left angrily.

As a result, even she herself didn't expect that she would turn her words into a prophecy.When the soldiers came back carrying Miro, he had only one breath left.Standing at the door of the tent, the doctor couldn't help gasping for breath when he saw the scene: the wound on Mi Luo's shoulder was torn, and the gushing blood stained the entire side from the shoulder to the calf, and it could be seen from a long distance away. It smells of blood.When they got close, the soaring blood almost made the military doctor faint after seeing too many wounded patients.She stood beside Milo, flustered, not knowing what to do.

The soldiers nearby told her that Milo was unable to exert strength because of the pain in the wound, and Kai stabbed the wound with a spear and fell off the horse.Severe blood loss made him weak, but he insisted on standing up again, and finally exhausted the last bit of strength after standing up.

The female military doctor's tears fell down, she looked at Mi Luo who was like gold paper in front of her, and she could barely speak: "Mi Luo...why, why didn't you listen to my sister...you... you have to blame yourself... ..."

Some of the soldiers next to her rushed up and wanted to beat her, but Mi Luo wanted to stop her, but he could only move his fingers.

"I'm sorry..." he said with great difficulty.

The female military doctor's tears flowed more fiercely: "I'm sorry I have a head..." But when she heard the second half of his sentence, her words got stuck in her throat.

"... Hilarion."

That was the last word that the young and frivolous Milo uttered before he died, the name of King Visigoth.He fought this battle for Hilarion's sake, and until he died, the only person he felt sorry for was Hilarian.

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After Milo's death, the Visigothic army was in chaos. Only now did Kai realize that this seemingly foolhardy opponent still had considerable prestige and control in his army.Now without him, the Visigothic army is showing signs of being leaderless. In addition, Miro died too tragically, which caused great damage to the morale of the enemy army.Kai took advantage of the victory to pursue, and soon defeated the enemy forces between him and Gachris, and joined forces with Gachris in victory.

After the two reunited, their fighting power took a qualitative leap, and the first conflict with Androme ended in a complete victory.Gradually, Gachris regained the advantage he had at the beginning of the war. Even an enemy as powerful as Androme had to start retreating under the close cooperation of him and Kai.

At the end of February, a month after Kai and Gachris reunited, news came that Tristan had been killed by Arthur.This means that the forces of the Holy White Knights in the northwest began to retreat, and the attack on Edinburgh was put on the agenda.On the eve of the Battle of Edinburgh, Gachris proposed to Kai an idea he had germinated long ago: the inclusion of Androme into the Knights of the Round Table.Kai agreed.

So, with this slightly impure purpose, Gachris set out for Edinburgh for the second time.

The author has something to say: Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone!Although Qu Yuan is very narcissistic and always likes to say annoying things like "you stupid human beings", we still have to thank him.

Is the chapter name of this chapter familiar to students?That's right, it's Field Marshal Rommel www. The fox is a cute thing in WW2.

Miro is a fan of Hilarian. 233 In other words, the name of Hilarian appeared in this chapter, which makes the author feel very happy, because the manuscript is writing the plot of the Visigoth king hhh

☆, farewell

If nothing else happened, it should be Lancelot who killed Tristan, and it was Lancelot who most wanted to kill him with his own hands.However, the fact is that by the time Tristan died at Arthur's sword, Lancelot had rarely fought.He was so tired of that vicious blood curse that he had to think carefully about who he could see and who he couldn't see.

He had been trying to write to his mother—actually, his adoptive mother—about the Blood Curse the night he'd just returned to camp, before Arthur came to him to question him.This is the suggestion that Gao Wen gave him.They didn't tell the truth in front of the doctor and Roland that day. The "relatives" Gao Wen said referred to Lady Nimuwei of the lake and the fairies on the lake of Avalon.

Avalon, Lancelot can barely be regarded as the fairyland of the hometown, the eternal residence of the Celtic hero after death.It was a huge island in the sea, with majestic mountains on top of the island, and a lake on the top of the mountain. Nimvey, who was in charge of all of this, was honored as the "Lady of the Lake". She was a descendant of the saint Joseph of Arimathea. , is also Merlin's relatives.Of course, Lancelot, who was brought up as the second guard of the Holy Grail, didn't know this. He only knew what Mrs. Lake was willing to let him know.Because he was dissatisfied with Avalon's confinement, he broke with his adoptive mother Mrs. Lake when he was 20 years old, and left the fairyland until today.At this time, if Gao Wen hadn't mentioned it, he would never have thought that this would be an opportunity to reconcile with his mother—although it is not very good to ask someone to speak up.

Fortunately, Avalon gave him an answer 10 days later, although the answer was not from Mrs. Lake, but Avalon's chief steward, Dolores.Only then did Lancelot know that the full name of the spell was "Justitia Blood Curse". It was named after the goddess of justice and law in Roman mythology. .Dolores told him pessimistically that, as far as she knew, the spell could only be released if the requirements stipulated in the spell were met or the caster voluntarily broke the contract; killing the caster would not help.She also asked what the caster's request was, but Lancelot was not going to tell her.

What a joke, Akefilo's request accurately touched Avalon's reverse scale.thought Lancelot darkly.

However, he was only depressed for a while when he first learned about it, and soon calmed down.He knew that Akefilo's request was absolutely impossible for him to fulfill. Since it was useless to kill the caster, he could only accept his fate.He is a knight, he cannot touch the domain of the magician, and there is no countermeasure.All he could do was kill Akefilo while he was dead.

The dark arts never ceased to work on him.Although he wears gloves, it is not easy to see on the surface, but as time goes by, his more and more inconvenient movements will be noticed.In addition, he didn't know when the spell would spread to places like his neck and face that couldn't be covered by clothes, so he was more cautious in reducing contact with others.Gao Wen and Roland are his main channels of contact with the outside world. With their help, he normally issues orders and directs operations, but he no longer appears on the front line.As for Arthur, with the help of Gao Wen, he has successfully avoided him for more than ten days.

Gao Wen also suggested to him: "It's not an option for you to hide from him like this."

Lancelot shrugged: "What should I do then?"

"Tell him." Roland said without blinking.

Lancelot thought for a while, and counted with his right hand: "Then I have to tell him who Akefilo is, how the two of us have a relationship, what kind of threat he poses to my suzerain, and why he So obsessed with this matter—to be honest, I don’t know—and the ins and outs of the establishment of the blood curse, etc. I will be questioned by him later why I didn’t say it earlier.” He put down his hands, and Gao Wen and Roland each stood up A head of black lines.

Lancelot laughed happily, spread his hands and said, "In this case, it would be better if I didn't say anything."

"But," Gao Wen said slowly, "Lancelot, you said it yourself, you are going to die."

The little joy that still existed just now disappeared without a trace.Gao Wen looked at him quietly, and continued, "Are you going to keep silent until then?"

Roland couldn't see it. "Master Gao Wen, stop talking, I think there will be a way..."

Lancelot raised his hand to stop him. "What can't be said," he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm really dying."

"I thought about it, Gowain, and then I saw that whether I told Arthur now or not, the result would be the same. I would still die, it was the nature of the spell; it just added to Arthur's grief." It’s all about time and extent. Of course, I’m not sure if he will—I just think he will probably be sad for me.” Lancelot said helplessly.After a pause, he suddenly changed the topic: "Gao Wen, according to your opinion, how long will it take for us to capture Edinburgh?"

Gao Wen thought for a while and replied, "If everything goes well, everything will be over by May next year at the latest."

Lancelot nodded: "Very well, I was thinking, if I deliberately alienate someone for 5 months, no matter how close my friends are, they will no longer be close? At that time, even if I die, Arthur will not Grieves for me. He'll just say: 'Oh, I've lost a knight, but he killed the King of Scots when he died!' That's it, and there's no more."

There was a cold spot in the military tent.Roland wrinkled his expression in pain, while Gao Wen lowered his head and said nothing.Lancelot couldn't bear the heavy atmosphere caused by him, so he had to pretend to be nonchalant and say, "What's the matter, don't you think this result is very good..."

Before finishing the word "what" at the end, it was stuffed back into his chest.Gao Wen hugged him tightly, and a damp voice rang in his ears: "No, it's really not good."

At that moment, steam came to Lancelot's eyes, and he blinked quickly to keep the tears from falling.

Of course, how could this be a good result?This is really the worst outcome in his eyes.How could he really act as if nothing had happened, really be content with his fate, and give up resistance?He is not a saint or a fool.He had just joined the Knights of the Round Table for less than half a year, and had just reunited with Gakhris and Gao Wen who had been away for many years. Roland finally looked like a knight, and everything related to Arthur had just begun.

How could Lancelot be willing to give up these things, these are things he values ​​so much.He wanted to do his best to keep them.

But what is the use of his thinking?The ending was doomed, he didn't even have a chance to fight to the death.

This is really the saddest thing in the world.

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Nearly two weeks after the arrival of Dolores' reply, Akefiro probably got wind of something, and appeared before Lancelot again.

The illusion was very realistic, the bonfire in the square made everyone's faces red, and on the top of the fire, bright sparks rushed into the night sky one by one, like groups of fireflies.Citizens danced, played and sang around the tall fire, children chased and frolicked in the square, and young couples embraced and danced beside the fire.On the terrace of the Scottish Royal Palace, the air is wrapped in warm warmth by the night of the Samhain Festival, which is a little intoxicating.

But Lancelot stood here, but he was not in the mood of a festival at all.There was someone on the terrace with his back turned to him, leaning against the railing, looking at the joyful scene below.The man's silver hair was reddened by the firelight, and his whole body seemed to warm up.Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head and looked at Lancelot with a smile: "You're here, Galahad."

It is obviously a very beautiful picture, but Lancelot just finds it unbearable.He unceremoniously shattered the lie of the person in front of him with sarcastic words: "What's the use of creating such an illusion, Your Majesty Akefilo—or should I actually call you Your Highness under this scene? You You should know we have nothing to talk about."

Akefilo waved his hand leisurely: "Yes, you have emphasized this point countless times, I am not deaf. I only called you here because I was bored and suddenly remembered something—"

He deliberately stopped here, as if waiting for Lancelot to ask him "what's the matter".Lancelot, however, just looked at him blankly.Akefilo snorted uninterestedly, and continued: "I'm curious, how much do you know about the blood curse on you?"

"Not much," Lancelot sneered, "I only know that killing you is useless."

Akefilo straightened up from the railing, and said with some surprise: "Hey, so you know? I was going to tell you myself. Well, since you know, don't you make other plans?"

Lancelot asked back nonchalantly: "What else are you going to do? I don't see anything worth shaking."

The King of Scots sighed. "Lancelot, why would you rather suffer and risk death than come to me? Maybe I can save you."

Lancelot was silent for two seconds before saying: "I know this very well. It's just that I don't think it makes sense to join your vulgar farce at the last moment after so many years."

Akefilo's expression turned cold.Behind him, the music and laughter of the Samhain fade away and the bonfire dies. "A farce—? This is a novel term. I've never heard you mention it before."

Lancelot smiled. He stepped forward and patted Akefiro on the face: "Don't you think so? You have been playing a one-man show for so many years!"

Akefilo, it is no exaggeration to say that the whole person froze there.Lancelot laughed loudly in his heart, turned around smartly, and planned to walk away without paying attention to him at all.After walking a few steps, Akefilo's tone was a little unsteady, and then the words sounded behind him again: "After you leave Scotland, what I say and do will be meaningless to you, right?"

The blond knight turned his head and waved his hands: "It never meant anything before that—if you insist on listening to me." At that moment, Akefilo clearly saw that those once extremely gentle The tourmaline green eyes were filled with bitter hatred at this moment.

The illusion fell apart under the rage, and Lancelot fell out in embarrassment.On the only intact terrace, Akefilo's arm holding on to the railing kept shaking, and the happy bonfire behind him was completely extinguished, leaving only a column of black smoke soaring into the sky.

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More than a month later, the Tristan who trusted his "plan" too much was killed by Arthur, and the combined army of Gachris and Kai in the south also gained an absolute advantage.The war situation in Scotland is rapidly advancing in a direction that favors Camelot. According to this progress, the war may be completely over without waiting until May.

Ten days later, several Camelot armies gathered outside Edinburgh, and the once peaceful White City of Thistle and its surrounding fortresses became Androme's last stronghold.The plan to attack Edinburgh has been drawn up. After the meeting, Kay and Arthur will discuss and make revisions on the last details, and it will be finalized soon.Afterwards, they distributed the tasks to the various troops. Gao Wen, Gachris, Kai and Arthur were all on the list of commanders, but Lancelot did not participate in the attack on the pretext of being sick, and sent the troops who were originally under his command. His troops were divided between Kovan and Gachris.His behavior made Kai and Arthur quite critical, and Arthur was even more upset that Lancelot had deliberately avoided him for two months.Gao Wen tried his best to explain to Lancelot, but he felt that this time, he couldn't hide it no matter what.

At the same time, the city of Edinburgh was not peaceful.Akefilo finally sent Androme away, the two of them had a big quarrel just now, which made his brain ache now.

At this time, someone pushed the door, and teased the wind that came towards him: "General Androme is so angry. When he passed in front of me, he didn't even notice my existence. What happened, Your Majesty?" While talking, Gana sat down on the edge of the table in front of Akefiro.

Akefilo leaned on the back of the chair, put his left hand on the armrest, and rubbed his temple with his right hand, with an annoyed expression: "Su Nan must have offended him again, he couldn't bear to wrong Sunan, so he came to vent his anger on me again... really Yes, if I still have a chance, I must depose him and give him a try!"

Megana looked at him and asked calmly, "Are you already planning to give up?"

Akefilo took away the hands rubbing his temples, stood up from the chair, and stretched slightly: "Yeah, I give up, I can't play Lancelot, I admit defeat."

Even now, he still maintains that delicate and hypocritical smile on his face: "Mrs. Megana, speaking of which, I still owe you a little favor. You gave me spiritual power and saved me Lancelot's life. I want to return this favor to you now, so tell me what I can do for you?"

Megana froze for a moment, then shook her head. "I stayed with you just to see how much my brother thinks of that Lancelot.