lost narrative poem

Chapter 640 The End of King Arthur

The last battlefield, the war that divided the country in two is over, and the blood-red sunset is sinking, and now the darkness of night dominates the battlefield.

Curses filled the hills where the dead were buried, complaining that the living would be taken away.

"King! King!"

The knight held the rein short of breath, and rolled off the white horse almost in embarrassment. He completely ignored the blood and mud stained on his body, and ran madly towards the center of the entire battlefield.

The last knight shouted in great panic, almost crying, the fear and despair in his heart could not be vented.

The blood-stained sunset has completely sunk below the horizon, the blood-colored dusk is no longer maintained, and the entire red-stained battlefield has completely fallen into dead silence, as if falling into the long sleep of death in the coming night .

The wind is dead, the sound is dead, and the atmosphere is also dead. This kind of silence can sting people's eardrums.

This scene made people feel chills in their hearts, and Bedivere felt even more desperate like falling into an ice cellar, as if his heart had been directly driven into an icicle.

Along the way, he saw the corpses of countless familiar colleagues, which made him sad and angry, because he knew that no matter what the outcome of this battle, Camelot was finished, and all its national strength and heritage had been burned.

But at this moment, there is no way to stop, and there is no time to mourn or deal with the funeral for these former knights. It is impossible for him to handle this big battlefield by himself. What Bedivere can do now is Find Wang's whereabouts as soon as possible and confirm Wang's condition.

Pain and regret seemed to be a curse, gnawing at his heart fiercely.

Again!Again!Why is this again!

He blamed himself for his powerlessness, but in the end he still didn't catch up, and it was too late.

The first time was Princess Eleanor, and then the Battle of Camlann, even the king... not only once—but twice—only at this time did he realize how powerless a knight he was , an incompetent knight who twice lost the man he had to protect.

Desperately crossing the battlefield, crossing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, Bedivere, who was short of breath, searched frantically. Although he didn't get any response, he just didn't want to give up, and he was still madly looking for his monarch.

Or, only in this way can the knight feel the truth, he is unwilling to give up anyway, he does not believe that his king has really met death.

The king is immortal.

As long as there is the guidance of the holy sword, the king will not be destroyed.

Unlike other knights, he believed in his king.

Finally, he stumbled up to the blood-stained hill, Bedivere's pupils froze slightly, and he saw the figure on the top of the hill.

Under the twinkling stars in the night sky, the petite blond girl was quietly hugging her knees, sitting next to a young magician, leaning on the latter's shoulder, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Of course, this is just an illusion brought about by being too quiet.

No matter what, no matter how long it has been, Arturia will never be able to get used to and accept the ruined scene of the Sword Lane Hill, and naturally it is even more impossible to have the mood to fall asleep here.

but……

Quietly, like sleeping quietly.

She, close your eyes.

Only the brilliance of the stars fell, lightly sprinkled on the girl's loose golden hair, accompanied by her quiet and long breathing.

Bedivere only had this feeling at the moment, and the last knight subconsciously held his breath, careful not to disturb the silence.The knight just looked at Wang's side face from afar, and this was what he had been looking forward to seeing.

In the end, the king was finally able to find peace.

Isolated in the court, shunned by the knights, feared by the people... The king who should be in glory after accomplishing such a great deed, has never been seen with a gentle expression.

I can't forgive, I want to believe that there is no such thing.

Because of this, he will become the king's knight.He is not serving the country, he is proud of being an unselfish and ideal king, so he handed over the sword and became the king's knight as a young man.

He just wanted to see the real side of the king, not what he saw in the king's city or the battlefield, but the real smile.

In the court, it will appear when you are freed from the duties of the king.No matter how perfect the king is, he cannot pretend to be himself anytime and anywhere.

However, this idea was wrong, all Bedivere knew was the opposite of what he expected.

His king never smiled once.

Wang is alone until the end.

So very happy, really great, the knight at this moment is extremely grateful to the person who sat quietly beside the king and gave her peace.

It's just that at the next moment, the girl raised her head as if aware of it, and turned her eyes to look in Bedivere's direction. Her face was under the shadow of her bangs, and her expression was unclear. Her voice seemed a little low, lost and hazy:

"...Mr. Bedivere, you are finally here."

"..."

"..."

"Yes, Wang, it's great that you don't have the truth..."

The moment he heard this familiar voice, tears almost overflowed his eyes. The loyal knight tried his best to suppress his excitement, and said this from the bottom of his heart.

Although there are many doubts, but at this moment none of them matter!

Artoria looked at the last knight she hadn't seen for a long time, she just opened her mouth, and shook her head bitterly. She had a lot to say, but in the end she didn't know what to say, so she could only stare blankly. Looking at the desolate landscape around.

At this time, Bedivere also naturally looked at the magician next to her. Although he was very grateful to him, he had never seen this person before.

The other party looks very young, at least the appearance is completely showing the girlish posture at this moment, and the age of the king who no longer puts on any disguise, looks very suitable for a young girl.

The long black hair above the waist hangs down like a waterfall, and the temperament is so detached that it is almost distorted, which makes people feel quite unreal. The reason why they know that the other party is a magician is because of this feeling.

There is also the black robe on his body, without any extra decoration, it seems to be simply woven out of fibers, but it looks simple and classic, with a full sense of mystery, which makes people subconsciously feel that It is a robe worn by mysterious wizards.

It is precisely because he is quite familiar with the mystery of this kind of magic that Bedivere immediately identified this as a magician.

but……

What is the relationship with the king?

Bedivere was one of the original members of the Knights of the Round Table. He also served as a deacon of the court and was responsible for taking care of the king. He served her with Kai and Gawain as the earliest knights of Artoria, and he was confident that he knew quite well about the king's communication.

What's more, the king has no personal relationship. The king is an ideal king. It is precisely because he is so impartial and selfless that he doesn't understand people's hearts, which makes people alienate and fear.

So, how did this magician appear on this battlefield, and how did he meet the king?Bedivere thought of this question subconsciously, and the first thing he thought of was maybe this was a magician who happened to wander here.

It just so happened that this battle happened to save Wang at the last moment. At first glance, this seems to be the most reasonable explanation.But as soon as this idea appeared, it was directly denied by Bedivere.

No, even if this is the case, Wang's trust and dependence on him should not reach this level in a short period of time...

Xia Ran is also looking at this loyal and upright last knight, one of the knights of the round table who assisted King Arthur. Among the knights of the round table gathered by heroes who surpassed human beings, he is the only knight who assisted King Arthur "as an ordinary human being".

Although there is a considerable gap with other knights of the round table, he has undoubtedly achieved the limit that human beings can achieve, and the most important thing is that he is still one-armed. Things that can be done.

It can be said that it is completely opposite to the neutral and beautiful appearance. Bedivere's mental toughness and tenacity of willpower have reached a completely inhuman level.

All in all, it was a character he admired quite a lot, so at this moment, he nodded to show his friendliness.

"Bedwell..." At this moment, a hazy voice sounded.

"King!? I'm here. If you have any orders, please tell me..." The knight immediately restrained his thoughts, looked at his monarch, and said hastily, stepping forward.

"..."

"..."

"I seem to... had a long, long dream..." Gazing at the desolate scenery around her, Arturia murmured, feeling as if she had passed away, but something became clear again .

The person beside me was right. Although this memory would only bring her pain and sorrow, like weeping from the depths of her soul, but... this is a past that should not be forgotten.

Even if you are extremely sad, you should not deny it, nor should you escape.

--this is not right.

And it can't be done.

"Dream... Is it..." Bedivere asked cautiously, not quite sure why Wang said that suddenly.

"Yeah, it's a rare experience, but now, the dream has woken up..." Arturia whispered quietly.

At night, the breeze blew across the hills, bringing the strong smell of blood around in the silence.

Bedivere waited anxiously. He was very happy at first, but now he began to feel uneasy, as if something was about to happen... Could it be that the king is not as safe and sound as he appears on the surface?

That's right, this is impossible. The tragedy of this battlefield is obvious to all. Although Wang single-handedly defeated the enemy and ended the war with Wang's victory, how could she not have paid any price...

"Bedwell, take my sword!"

In the midst of tension and fear, the knight finally heard the king's order, what seemed to be the last order.

"Through that forest, in the middle of the deepest part, there is a deep lake. Throw my sword into it."

"King, then...!"

Bedivere was overwhelmed with panic, and his premonition seemed to come true.

Excalibur, the sword in the lake.

If the sword that proves the king is returned, it will naturally mean the end of the king he served.

"Go, come back here when you're done, I want to hear what you saw..." the girl said in a low voice, without looking at him, and the order she gave didn't change.

(End of this chapter)