king game

The man's dying words reminded him of his lost and recovered memories.In that period of memory, he once read a story book with very bright colors, and a story about "King Arthur" was told in the painting, but unfortunately, it was more like a very brief introduction, except for singing about that Apart from the achievements of the first king, there is no specific account of his deeds.

Arthur thought about a lot of speculation at that moment, but he didn't let himself go any further.Not only is his state at this time special, but also because, without more clues, he will often only deviate himself from the most correct path.So, under the man's seductive and expectant eyes, he was not persuaded, and killed him neatly.

The magic sword obtained its final transformation. It cheered and shone, and faded away all the darkness it had had in the past. Its blade was dazzling, and the hilt was wrapped with exquisite and sacred patterns. At that time, he had an inexplicable feeling that he could cut off everything in front of him, and at the same time, he also had a premonition. If he held it, he was holding "victory" itself.

"...I don't think the end of the war with the Saxons is the end," Merlin's voice echoed in his ears: "But, whatever it is, I mean, whatever you're going to encounter in the future, you have to remember……"

There is an irreversible coldness in his voice: "You can't use yourself as the price to do such a thing that no one can accept like this time. They won't want you to do this either. I Guess, you probably never imagined how far they would go to save you..."

There seems to be another meaning in his words.But when Arthur wanted to look back, he changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "Vivienne is a restless woman, you can borrow her strength, but you must guard against her. The one called Morgan Le Fay's woman is one of Vivienne's incarnations, if you promise her something, it's best to prepare in advance..."

"Merlin," Arthur said suddenly.For some reason, he repeated what he said that day on the snow mountain: "...Sorry."

But the meaning of the two should not be the same.

Merlin's words stopped short, as if blocked by something unexpected.

"I mean," Arthur turned around, and he gently hugged the lonely and indifferent wizard: "I've thought a lot during this time...Leave everything behind like this... Let you do such a thing for me... Probably everyone in this world has the right to deny you... But only me, the only person who is the least qualified to blame you..."

His voice is so soft, so soft, even if it is said in the ear, it seems to be gone with the wind.

"You!" Merlin's voice sank, his eyes were extremely sore, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he just raised his hand slightly, and gently hugged the guy in front of him.

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The continent without war has entered a kind of peaceful calm.Arthur was different from every king before him, and there never was a king as just and courageous as he was.His knights followed him, spreading his ruling ideas everywhere, and they themselves fulfilled the regulations he set by themselves.

Arthur seldom took anything away from people, instead he was often the one who brought things to them.

Arthur's short memory of another world made it impossible for him to bring about earth-shaking changes in this world all at once.But he has the guidance of a virtuous minister, the support of Merlin, and the knight who is willing to complete his every order.With the utmost kindness and compassion, he used his full strength to build this country.

As a result, the world gradually added a different color.

To make this continent better, this is probably what he will do for the rest of his life.Arthur looked at the vast green field outside the castle, and suddenly understood this in his heart.The haze brought by the death of the Saxon leader was gradually dispelled during this peaceful and peaceful day. He suddenly smiled slightly, raised his head, and let the warm sunshine shine on him.

Looking from the side, it is like seeing a god.

Gao Wen subconsciously lowered his footsteps, but Arthur had already realized his arrival, and he turned his head: "What's the matter, Gao Wenqing?"

"Your Majesty," Gawain narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the expression in his eyes. He stroked his chest and saluted, "I found out about Morgan Le Fay. This witch has a stronghold in the southern forest. Someone saw it." The woman with the crow went into and out of the forest, we dare not disturb her, so we can only rush back to report to you as quickly as possible."

Arthur smiled and shook his head: "Am I breaking the contract? I have already promised her..."

Gao Wen took a step forward, his voice trembling: "This has nothing to do with His Majesty! That woman came here with bad intentions from the beginning, if it wasn't for her...if it wasn't for her..."

He seemed to have returned to the battlefield that day. No matter how much he prayed, no matter how much he regretted, he could only watch the king transform into a red dragon, soaring from the sky without returning.From that moment on, his heart also seemed to die...

Gao Wen knelt down on one knee with a "bang", he bowed his head deeply and said, "Master Merlin prophesied that this woman is doing something that is not good for you or the country, if you don't want to, please send this Entrust everything to me as much as you want, I will never let her do any harm to you..."

"No." Arthur took a deep look at him: "Gao Wen, I don't even have the responsibility for this." He sighed and said: "Let's go and meet her."

They took the elite knights, and a group of them galloped away on horseback.The gate of Camelot opened, and the people passing by all set their eyes on this group of knights. They did not recognize Arthur's identity, because he covered his whole body with a dark red cloak. Covered.As a legendary king, wherever Arthur went, thousands of people would rejoice. The last time such a grand occasion was when he and Merlin returned from the snow-capped mountains.

The eyes that fall on them are all with admiration and respect.The reputation of the Knights of the Round Table grows with each victory.After the last great war, as the holy group that saved the continent, it also reached the peak of fame, just like what Riaser said to all of them that day-"I want everyone in this world to One knows that every part of King Arthur's glory was forged by all of you together."

Their Majesty never once deceived them!

They came to an old forest.Morgan Le Fay seems to really like the forest. The last time the small house was located, this time it is the same.

The house this time is much larger than the last one, and it is connected by three cottages.The chimney on the roof is constantly emitting gray-white smoke, the path outside the house is paved with cobblestones, and the shadow of someone in the window is constantly shaking.

The house does not welcome intruders from outside. There are winding vines trying to capture them, but they are cut in two by Gawain's sword; A knight grabs Seven Inch; there are also weird auditory hallucinations telling them to stay away from this place, because this is a very scary haunted house...

But these are of no use to them who are determined.Arthur first knocked on the door politely, and an old and hoarse voice came from inside the door: "Who is it!"

"It's me." Arthur was silent for a moment, but still replied in his own voice.

"Who are you?" the person inside wondered.

"Arthur."

There was no sound from inside.

"She's stalling for time!" Gawain on the side quickly realized, he gritted his teeth, raised his long sword, and was about to strike at the wooden door...

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" The little old woman inside the door muttered, standing in front of a pot of strangely colored liquid and stirring it. The fire under the pot was so strong that sweat dripped off her wrinkled skin.

"As long as you are born... what Guinevere? It's just a failure at the beginning..." She laughed hootingly, revealing that she really has the villain witch who likes to eat children in bedtime fairy tales. temperament.