Camelot Dawn

Like being familiar with your left and right hands. " Ravana's voice came from the front.

"'Ambrosio'...?"

"Ah, the reason for not turning on the light is to prevent the enemy from discovering it prematurely. Haifeng said that those naughty little guys will move forward at full speed tonight, trying to sneak up on me when the sky is dawn. Repay him with his own way Best fun, right?"

"..."

Going all the way to the bow, Ravana finally stopped.He turned around, and Lancelot and Gao Wen also turned back, but in this moonless night, except for the dots of fire like will-o'-the-wisps, it was completely empty as far as the eye could see.

"Well, everyone, let's sail." His cane tapped lightly on the deck.

The black sails merged with the night, and the Ambrosio sailed out of the naval port silently like a ghost.

It was also dark on the sea.The boat is far less stable than the ground, and Lancelot and Kowen, who don't often go to sea, are far less beautiful here than on the ground.Lancelot leaned on the railing and complained lazily: "I regret having dinner today, they are about to shake out at any time."

After a pause, Gao Wen's forbearing voice came from the side: "Quickly stop talking."

I don't know where I'm heading, but I can only hear the sound of breaking waves under my feet.The monotonous voice lasted for a long time, and it seemed to have finally slowed down, but it didn't seem to be.Faintly, Lancelot seemed to hear another sound piercing the water, and subconsciously said, "There seems to be a boat."

"Yes, now we can light the lamp." Ravana's voice was eager and cheerful. "The little rascal has been caught."

The surface of the sea lit up one after another, and Lancelot realized that there were not only Ambrosio and one black sailing ship in this sea area, but a total of six ships in total.Now all the lights on the ship are brightly lit, allowing people to see that they are arranged in a perfect regular hexagon. The huge sea is covered with a magic circle with black sailboats as the corners. The two triangles put together are shaped like the Star of David.At the center of the magic circle were other ships with white sails. At this time, the people on those ships had just fully understood their situation, so they tried to fight the trapped beast with full power.

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the edge of the magic circle, Ravana quickly ordered: "What are you doing in a daze, it's time! Atlas, who has a biased attribute, concentrate!" As he said, he raised his cane upwards, A bright flame exploded in mid-air, reflecting the sea as orange-red as the sunset.This is a signal to other ships.

Then, I saw flames soaring into the sky in the magic circle, and the enemy ship that almost escaped was defeated without any chance of winning, and became a carnival sacrifice.In an instant, the hull of the ship was like a volcanic eruption, and the people on board jumped into the sea by surprise, like shooting stars on fire.Some burning wood chips fell into the sea, and the slowly sinking hull formed a tragic fleet.The night is no longer silent, and the shouts representing various emotions are mixed together, and a complete sentence cannot be heard.

After the people on the white boat jumped wildly, there was a second explosion on the hull, sparks sprayed in all directions, and the flames rose and fell suddenly.The too bright color dazzled Lancelot's eyes, he had to block it with his hand, but his arm was immediately burned by the ensuing heat.Gao Wen dragged him to the other side of the deck. At this time, the hull was abnormally stable. The two people who got rid of the symptoms of seasickness for a while realized that the deck was full of dark magicians at some point.There seems to be a certain order in their arrangement, but two laymen will certainly not be able to see it.

So in this situation, neither of them spoke.Lancelot turned his head to look at Gao Wen, the blue eyes of the other party reflected the red sea water, like a pot of boiling soup at sunset.

"What are you thinking now?" Lancelot asked Gao Wen beside him in a voice almost whispering, but he didn't get an answer.

The ship was sinking, and the peak of the show had passed.The blood is cold, and the slow sinking gradually increases the sadness.Ravana ordered to return, and the lights on the ship were on this time. Under the dim light, he walked slowly to Lancelot. "Lancelot, as you can see, this is what I'm good at." He held up the lamp, and the smile under the lamp still carried the frivolity of a nobleman's kid, "I said, no one is perfect, and I am not perfect." I am not good at defense but have been able to stabilize the frontier for so many years. The reason is that there is always a Turas behind me. I dare to attack unscrupulously because I know that there is always him as my shield. But now, Turas can't take care of himself, so he It's your turn to do what you're good at - are you right?"

Is this a provocation?The word came to Lancelot's mind for a moment.However, he didn't think that Ravana's tolerance would be so small, and it took so much trouble just because his words made him lose face.Maybe he was just trying to push himself and Cowen to do their best, Lancelot thought, but even if he didn't, he would.

Back on land, Ravana yawned and waved: "Okay, now you can sleep soundly. This is the end of the episode, and everything will be on track tomorrow morning. Good night!"

As he spoke, the sea magician threw two space magic spells, sending Gao Wen and Lancelot directly back to their respective tents.After taking off his daytime clothes and blowing out the candles, Gao Wen lay down in a thick darkness.However, his thoughts still remained on that bright sea.

Ravana is Merlin's student.He is very sure of this now, whether it is the "Ambrosio" or the "professional ethics" in a black robe, whether it is the pure control when casting magic or the subtle majesty when he is in charge of the overall situation, they are full of Merlin's shadow.His enthusiasm is different from the teacher's indifference, but it is clear that they have the same thing in their bones.Gao Wen was staring at the red-hot sea water, and the words of Gakhris were circling in his mind.

"Brother, your blond friend seems to be 'valued' by the great mage."

This makes Ravana's last seemingly provocative words suddenly become weird.However, what is even more weird is Gachris' next sentence——

"Do you want to tell him? Your Majesty's approach to him with such enthusiasm is entirely out of the desire to control that cup."

In the silent night, Gao Wen recalled the bright blue eyes of Gakhris when he spoke, and shivered suddenly.

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Just north of Carlisle is Hadrian's Wall, written by the Roman emperor of the same name.Its establishment marked the end of the Roman expedition to the British Isles, and Scotland north of the Wall was never under Roman control.At this point, the Celts in Scotland always have a vague sense of superiority when facing their compatriots in the south.However, the administrative center of the Roman Empire was too far away from Britain, which made it gradually loosen its control after conquering the islands for a period of time. Pendragon, established by the Romanized Celtic nobles, Dynasty was also acquiesced.After the Romans withdrew from Britain in Camelot in 183, the symbolic meaning of Hadrian’s Wall had also been lost. Although the two main kingdoms on the island were bounded by this, both sides knew that sooner or later it would be to push the boundaries.The Celtic nation should establish a country. This is the lesson that the ancestors were forced to travel westward, and it has become their long-cherished wish handed down from that distant era for generations.

Therefore, after Scotland unilaterally declared war on Camelot, the first order Akefiro gave to his general was to lead the troops across Hadrian's Wall.The person who won this honor was a knight of the Holy White Knights. The troops under his command began preparations in the early morning of November 11, and by dawn, they were already on the march.

The Scottish army lined up neatly and tightly, marching rapidly without making any extra noise, and they were well-trained at first glance.The knight Tristan was wearing a golden sword symbolizing command authority at his waist at this time. He rode out of the team, and the lieutenant followed him.He looked at the marching team, with a look of satisfaction in his dark green eyes, all of which he had practiced by himself.Ever since Ekefilo ascended the throne, he was transferred from Edinburgh to the frontier. Being far away from the capital will inevitably lead to distance from various power relations. Tristan was quite resentful at first.However, after more than ten years, he has already found what he wanted here.As soon as the war is over, he is going to propose to Akefilo to return to Edinburgh. After he returns, the strength he has accumulated in the army will become an important bargaining chip for him to compete for the core power of the Holy White Knights.

"General, we are about to enter the main defense zone of Carlisle." The voice of the deputy general pulled Tristan out of his plan. He looked up at the bright sun and said:

"According to the original plan, avoid Fort Carlisle and attack the back of the enemy army in Siles." After a pause, he added, "Order to speed up."

"Yes, General," said the lieutenant.

At Carlisle, encountering the enemy or not, was within Tristan's plan.Encountering the enemy is the most common situation, but he can guess the reason without encountering it - the naval battle of Siles involved too much energy, and they didn't know that they would attack the direction of Carlisle today, so they were negligent The fortress behind.This situation is obviously more in his favor. He plans to bypass Carlisle northwest and advance to Siles at the fastest speed, killing the enemy by surprise.

So the whole afternoon the Scottish army spent the whole afternoon marching in haste.The cavalry troops felt very comfortable walking in this kind of flat wilderness, which greatly accelerated the marching speed.Now, their speed has obviously exceeded any enemy's expectations, and no troops stand in front of them.As long as he passes through this swamp, his goal is achieved.

However, just as the target was within easy reach, troops in different uniforms suddenly appeared at the edge of the swamp.Tristan frowned, but he wasn't too distressed—it was part of his careful planning.His goal was clear, not anywhere else but Siles, so it was not worth spending too much time in a nameless swamp.He ordered his subordinates to leave a small group of soldiers behind, and cover the archers to the northeast hillside, preparing to use the height advantage to defeat the enemy condescendingly.Scotland produces strong bows and excellent archers. Standing on a high slope, they can easily drop arrows into the enemy's camp without hurting a hair of their own.

The subordinates did as ordered, and the archers moved to the mountainside. Tristan gave the order to release the arrows just at the moment when his own soldiers retreated.Arrows flew perfectly over his head, raining down on the enemy positions.I saw the soldiers in the front row of the other party fell down with a huff, and the soldiers behind saw the situation was not good and retreated.This is what Tristan was waiting for!Without his ordering again, the well-trained archers released a new round of arrow rain.This time the English soldiers learned how to lift their shields. Unfortunately, their shields didn't take this kind of use into account at all. The area wasn't big enough, and the material wasn't hard enough. There were still many people who fell down.

The enemy's position has been messed up, and Tristan's plan is working perfectly.He gave the order to charge, and the Scottish soldiers rushed forward like a tidal wave, as if they were simply stepping over the enemy with their horseshoes.However, before he could touch the opponent, he suddenly heard the neighing of war horses from the hillside.He turned his head subconsciously, and immediately opened his eyes wide.

First there were a few silhouettes like black dots, followed by the enemy army flooding over the mountain ridge like a black tide.The distance was too short, and there was no time for his troops to avoid the impact. The two huge armies collided instantly, and the entire swamp was turned upside down.The situation suddenly reversed, and Tristan was lucky not to be knocked over. He rode his horse and hid at the bottom of the slope with great difficulty to stabilize his mount.

Tristan wanted to make a quick decision and lead the troops to evacuate, but the other party seemed to see through his thoughts, and drove out with all his strength to prevent his sword from approaching him, and then haunted him lingeringly.While fighting with him, Tristan also had to pay attention to the condition of his own soldiers on the battlefield, trying to keep busy with two tasks.

As a result of his double-mindedness, he felt his eyes suddenly light up, and his helmet was lifted off.The presence of no one in front of him made Tristan feel a little dazed for a moment, but the well-timed voice behind him caused a thin layer of cold sweat to break out on his back. "I really don't understand where you got the courage to be distracted, you obviously don't have that ability." Young voice, proud and disdainful tone.

He felt the wind whistling behind him, carrying a chill through the armor.At that moment, his body exploded with astonishing flexibility, and one leg swept across the horse's back. As a result, the center of gravity of his entire body was pressed on one side of the stirrup, and the violent shaking shook his internal organs into a ball.But compared to the other result, it is obviously too good, because if he hadn't avoided it just now, he would have been broken in two at this moment.

The long sword fell heavily on the horse's neck, and the horse on which Tristan was hanging groaned and shook violently a few times.Tristan couldn't bear the smell of blood, and at this moment a war horse that had lost its owner ran towards this side. He urged the half-lived horse under his feet to stumble over it, and then saw the opportunity. Stepping on the stirrups, he jumped directly onto the horse's back.Without a doubt, this is the most perfect mount he has ever had in his life.The previous horse was exhausted so far, and fell down heavily with blood all over his body.

After the shock settled down for a while, he suddenly found that the previous enemy was very close by.Tristan fumbled his attack a few times, shoved him away with all his might, and slipped away.The other party did not catch up again, and Tristan suddenly realized that the golden sword in his waist was gone, but he no longer had the courage to go back and look for it.

The Scottish troops withdrew hastily.The edge of the swamp was quiet, and the scene of blood spattering just now seemed like a dream.Lancelot dismounted from his horse and picked up the golden sword that had lost its luster in the pool of blood.Sticky blood stained his hand, he thought about it, and hung it on the side of the saddle.

On the edge of the battlefield, Lancelot found Roland.Roland has become less close to him since he was impassioned once, and Lancelot knew that he was suffering from a mixture of remorse, fear, and a little bit of anger that remained at this moment—the nature of a young man, he has some He shook his head helplessly.But no matter what, it was his fault first, and he had to find a way for Roland to step down.Now that step is there.

"Roland!" Lancelot called out the boy's name before he came up to him.Roland was a little surprised when he raised his head. Lancelot rode up to him and untied the loot and handed it to him: "You save this first and keep it safe. You will be responsible for the aftermath of the swamp. , I want to take people to chase, I can’t take care of it. When you are done, come and chase us, on the other side of the Great Wall, if you move fast, maybe you can catch up with the second battle today.”

Roland nodded emphatically, and Lancelot did not ignore the rekindled light in his eyes.He suddenly felt a little better, and smiled slightly at Roland, telling him to be careful when he was on his way, then turned and left.

Lancelot took away all the troops in the swamp, and the twenty or so people left to Roland for the aftermath had no effect on the overall combat effectiveness.Perhaps these twenty or so people are actually lucky, because they don't have to return to the state of rapid march immediately after a fierce battle, and they don't have to go into battle non-stop after the rapid march.

They didn't know what Tristan's plan was, and they didn't know each other's movements until shortly after Tristan made a move.Therefore, during the whole process of Tristan's rapid march, the two armies of Lancelot and Gawain actually moved with him a little farther away.After passively chasing for most of the day, Lancelot finally locked the direction of the swamp, and pursued at full speed before finally catching up with Tristan before he wiped out a little bit of defenders in the swamp.As for Kowen's troops, they have already turned to the next phase of the plan while they were fighting.

The plan for the next stage is very simple. In one sentence, it is to block the enemy army at the foot of the Great Wall and destroy it.Corwen's army was a large net cast out, and Lancelot must have sufficient speed to effectively close this net.Once he missed or was late, Tristan, a big fish, would definitely run away.So even though he knew everyone was tired, he had to push them forward, including himself.

He knew that defeating Tristan meant giving his troops morale as much as the scale of the victory.This victory inspired not only the soldiers of Siles and Carlisle, but also the Legion of Cross, and even Camelot.

Tristan's escape all the way was very hasty, because there were constant small-scale conflicts between enemies and him along the way.In order to preserve his strength, he has always avoided the expansion of conflicts, and when he sees a tendency to make big moves, he immediately changes direction and does not make more entanglements.He felt annoyed during the escape, did the enemy make a more careful plan than him?Why are there so many troops deployed along the way? Did the enemy anticipate the direction of his retreat?No, he vetoed the guess right away, because the retreat path existed only in his mind without any order to steal it.So—a more terrifying guess used his mind—has the other party designed many sets of plans, including all the possibilities he can think of?

This conjecture feels absurd because it is too scary, but it does not mean it is impossible.Tristan was growing uneasy.In the Order of the White Knights, you know, there is no one with more careful and detailed schemes than his; but—oh, there is an enemy in the way again!Tristan's face became more and more gloomy.

In fact, he misunderstood.Gao Wen didn't have time to make any plan to deal with his escape.All he could do was continue what he'd been doing for the better part of the day, chasing him all the way, and using the engagement to force him to change direction if need be.So now, Gao Wen, who seems calm and confident, has a sentence roaring in his mind for a long time:

Lancelot, why don't you hurry up! !

Lancelot was really wronged. He used the fastest speed he could, but he still delayed until dark to rendezvous with Kowain.It is impossible to imagine how many circles they went to catch this big fish, let alone count the big and small battles along the way.The soldiers fought from dawn to dusk, and they had no strength left.However, even so, Lancelot still ruthlessly forced them to wipe out all the enemies at the foot of the Great Wall. This was his death order.

The battle has become one gigantic quagmire.Everyone is trapped in it, their hands and feet are bound by it, and it is extremely difficult to move their hands and feet.The hand that wields the weapon has no extra strength, and the two sides are just competing for the longest time; even the commander no longer pays attention to fancy tactics, and the barbarism has become the most primitive color.

Hold on, hold on.Countless voices echoed, as long as the will does not collapse, you can live until tomorrow.

Lancelot guessed that people would retain only the most pitiful desires, and he had already planned.As if a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, the Great Wall suddenly lit up.When the fire ignited, because it came into contact with the oil that was splashed on the firewood, the fire became intense instantly, and soon erected a wall of fire that prohibited life.Some who had climbed the walls risked jumping off and injuring themselves, others yelled with their clothes on fire.There was a sudden chaos on the battlefield, and Lancelot's fire broke down the last wall in the hearts of the Scottish soldiers.

——If you have to talk about plans, then this fire is the only thing that Lancelot and Gao Wen have planned.

Panic finally rose in Tristan's eyes, which were infinitely magnified by the flames.Immediately afterwards, the panic disappeared and was replaced by fierceness. People often see such a look in the eyes of trapped beasts.

"Come on—" The roar in a foreign language reached Lancelot's ears. He stared at the enemies rushing towards him frantically from the bottom of the wall, and gripped the unsheathed sword tightly.The red flame burned a strange look in the green eyes.

Victory or not depends on this last fight.

It was midnight when the battle ended.Most of the Scottish soldiers stranded south of the Wall died in battle, but the soldiers of Lancelot and Corwen also suffered casualties.Lancelot even suspected that someone was exhausted, because he felt that he was fast.When Roland and the others caught up with the large army, it happened to be the worst time of the battle. He was still in fear until the victory was firmly in his hands.

"Is this the environment in which knights live?" Roland tightly held the golden sword wrapped in cloth, and looked at the lying corpses flowing like a river of blood, he couldn't help frowning, his eyes revealed deep Deeply confused.

Lancelot's tired voice came from a low place: "Stop sighing, come and help."

Roland lowered his head and saw Lancelot kneeling on the ground with blood all over his body and hands; the hemostatic supplies had been soaked in blood and were thrown aside.In front of him, a wound in a young man's abdomen was bleeding at a slow rate.His eyes gradually dimmed, and finally changed from a human being to a real corpse.

Roland felt that the heaviness of the surrounding atmosphere at this moment made him almost unbearable, so he silently made a sign of the cross on his chest.

My young comrade in arms, may you find eternal rest in the arms of the Lord.

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In the early morning of the next day, Edinburgh people saw nothing different from the past. The flames of war were far from approaching here, and the heart of Scotland was still beating steadily and powerfully.The so-called volatility is only reflected in some people.For example, the members of the Holy White Knights gathered in the chamber at this moment.

The circular stone disk with a shallow bottom was erected and suspended in the air, so that everyone present could see the image projected on it.Tristan's high-spirited departure seemed like yesterday. Today, this haggard young man with bloodshot eyes seemed so unreal to his colleagues in the Holy White Knights.In contrast, is the indifferent and sarcastic face of the King of Scotland on the throne.

"Only one-tenth of the people came back alive. Is this what you told me, Andormore, as the first round of offense? You want to use this to make a difference, don't you think it's a little fooled?" The green knot in Akefilo's eyes closed It was like a layer of ice, and the whole person exuded a strong aura, "Generals of the Holy White Knights, this is what you did after patting your chest to ensure victory! Cross is the same, and Carlisle is too! What about the virtue of honesty that you are proud of?!"

The King of Scotland glanced at a room full of Knights present like a cold arrow. Most of them chose to bow their heads silently and put on sculptures when they received it. Only the leader of the Knights seemed unable to hold back after bowing his head and enduring the low pressure for a while. As if, he suddenly raised his head and looked back at Akefilo. "King, you shouldn't question the character of the knights! Chivalry guarantees our absolute loyalty, but no one can guarantee that we will never make mistakes!"

Akefilo snorted through his nose, and said with a cold face: "Who has the time to question your morality, I have a little doubt about your loyalty now! What do you think I am doing, a whim" trendy game? War Is it something that can be taken lightly! If you still have a sense of responsibility as a soldier, show me your strength in battle! A general who can give up his country and the lives of his subordinates at will, what kind of soldier is he? !"

These words severely abused the self-esteem of the members of the Holy White Knights, bloody and resounding.The leader of the Knights was directly slapped in the face, and his face was flushed at the moment, and he looked angry from embarrassment.Akefilo didn't even bother to look at him anymore, and gave an order to Tristan in the water mirror: "Andaumore, go to Sunan, I can't trust your members of the Holy White Knights anymore. If you make yourself look like a lost dog, you can find a place to kill yourself."

The orders full of contempt made Tristan feel ashamed and indignant, like a huge wave surging; however, he could only behave humbly and calmly, and solemnly saluted yes.

Putting down the water mirror, Ekefilo habitually dusted the hem of his white robe, and issued an order to evict guests: "Go to work, all knights. It's a pity that I can't really use you."

A roomful of people walked out in desperation, slightly stirring the stagnant air.The head of the knight group mixed in the crowd, muttering: "Look, this black mage is also asking us after all!" However, whether intentional or not, his "mumbling" voice was a bit loud, and the echo could be vaguely heard.Hearing his words, several people showed terrified expressions, quickly glanced at Akefilo, then at the Knight Commander, and stepped out quickly.The speaker himself knew that he had caused trouble, and he was a little guilty. He glanced sideways at the movement of the throne, but he didn't see any sign from Akefilo, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out.

An arm blocked the door.He looked down the arm, and saw the owner of the arm leaning against the door, blocking his way impartially.The man looked as usual, with a pair of unforgettable rose red eyes. When he looked at him, the knight leader felt that he suddenly became a few heads shorter for no reason.

"Master, you have the time to gossip, and you can do a lot of serious things." The person blocking the way said slowly, with a tone that had nothing to do with him, "It's better to let yourself be wronged...It's better to die... Cry again."

After speaking, the person blocking the way put down his hand, and respectfully asked the knight leader to go out first.It wasn't until he walked out of the door that the head of the group heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that his height, which was a few heads shorter, had returned to its original shape.

"How dare he threaten me, as if he is capable...just a captain of the royal guard!" This time, he was careful not to be heard by anyone.

The author has something to say: 9000+ words in the first chapter of the Great Update to celebrate the start of the winter vacation.

Do you remember who "Ambrose" is?That's right, Merlin =v= Ravana named his ship after Mr. Merlin.

Then the chapter of Little Master Gachris is a bit inexplicably blackened, this must be my illusion OTZ

In addition, please pay attention to the captain of the Royal Scottish Guard who appears at the end, he is very important.

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About Britain and Rome: 54 BC (Camelot 279 BC) Caesar conquered Britain, won, but did not actually control, 43-46 AD (Camelot 182-179 BC) Roman Emperor Crowe Deus attacked the British Isles and brought today's England into the territory of the Roman Empire and established provinces.It was not until AD 407 (Camelot 182) that the Roman Empire gave up its rule over Britain.During this period, the empire’s control over Britain was almost the same as the central government’s control over the localities today. Therefore, the establishment of the Pendragon Kingdom in 225 AD mentioned in this article is actually relatively unscientific, which should belong to the author’s early days. Error in positioning when designing the timeline.Now because the creation is still in progress, no revisions have been made, and there may be corresponding changes after the completion of the book.

☆, golden sword

The white room is permeated with the smell of tea and ink all the year round, and it is warmed by the fire in winter. Immersing in it makes people feel an indescribable comfort and a strong desire to sleep.So Arthur yawned.

"So, you stared at it for a long time, and just thought this 'invitation' was hypnotic?" Merlin leaned back in the chair, raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"No," Arthur supported his head with one hand, and with a wave of the other hand, he scattered the text images floating in the air, "I just don't understand why the king of Scotland's mind suddenly went crazy?"

The texts that had been scattered by him condensed together again. It was a message from Edinburgh requesting a suspension of firefights and holding peace talks.To be honest, in the current environment, such things as peace talks do seem very, uh, nonsensical—especially the request for peace talks from Akefilo, who had refused to talk to Camelot.

The knight leader next to him shrugged: "Obviously he is trying to delay the army, and the peace talks are all excuses."

"That's it, just ignore him and continue to fight." Arthur took away the hand supporting his head, "I'm too lazy to make a trip in vain."

Hearing this, Kay couldn't help thinking, Hey, Arthur, what about your dedication as a king?

Of course, there was a huge difference between what he said and what he said in his heart: "Actually, it's nothing if you go there for a while. We also need to do things like rest the army. Ravana claimed that the group of people led by Lancelot were already tired. Be like a dog, and exaggeration aside, we have reason to believe that the army is now fighting poorly because of fatigue."

Arthur thought for a while, then said: "Then it's just a matter of thinking—how many days will it take them to rest?"

"A day or two is enough," Kay replied.

"Then I'll procrastinate on the road for a while longer," Arthur said with a happy smile, "This way you don't even have to pass the Great Wall, and you can just give the order to start the fight when you lose your temper."

Voila, standard kid about to start some mischief.

So this matter was settled so happily, Arthur pretended to respond to Akefilo's request for peace talks, and continued the war after delaying enough time for the two legions to rest and recuperate, instead of actually going to Edinburgh.Merlin went on the road with him. He was in charge of communicating with the legion commanders remotely and reporting to Arthur as soon as he was ready.

He gave Ekefilo a reply that day, and Arthur set off for the so-called "appointment" the next morning.Since he wasn't going to cross the Great Wall, he just dawdled along the way, just like going on a spring outing (if it's wrong to ignore the season).After walking for two days, I slowly moved to Brilam on the east side of Carlisle.He chose this city on purpose, I hope Merlin didn't see the evil in his heart.

After dinner with the lord and the lord's wife, Arthur used some of his talents that he had cultivated since he was a child, and slipped out of the castle under the noses of people coming and going.At that time, the twilight began to converge, and the field gradually darkened. One person and one horse rushed into the night, just like water drops into the sea, and it was difficult to find them.

The maids who came and went saw the Great Master standing by the window for a long time, staring at the empty night.Everyone wondered what he was doing, only to hear him snort coldly, and then spit out a sentence: "A rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Meanwhile, Arthur, who was gleefully anointing his feet with oil, was approaching his destination.There was a fire not far in front of him, because it was not on the enemy's territory, the lights were not deliberately concealed.This greatly facilitated His Majesty who was exploring the way in the dark.It is not the chaotic bright spots reflecting the prosperity in the city, but neat and orderly one after another, like a plantation in the starry night.

Arthur moved a little closer to the neat light hidden by the trees, and then lightly rolled over and dismounted, landing silently.He tied his horse to the tree trunk and dived silently towards the light source.Using the cover of darkness, and a certain astonishing talent in Arthur's part, he went unnoticed until he walked into the trees outside the enclosure, even now that he was in sight.There was a flash of pride in his heart, thinking that if I were to be a thief or something, there would be no pressure, haha.After thinking about it again, the alertness of the sentries was too low, and they had to report to their commanders.

While he was thinking about it, the patrolling sentinel came towards him.Arthur hurriedly climbed up the tree trunk. Thankfully, this skill has not disappeared even though it has seriously regressed.However, his movements were still a little slow. The sentinel saw the movement here, and stepped up and walked towards this side.The raised torches stopped under the tree, and Arthur could see their faces through the shadowy branches.Oh, I should have climbed higher.Looking up at the treetops, Arthur thought.

"There seems to be someone here just now!" Sentinel A said.

Sentinel B picked up the torch and looked up, down, left, and right, then shook his head and said: