The man is in Britain, and the sword in the stone is drawn at the beginning

Chapter 71 Iron Bone Zheng Wakuli!!

The Picts were defeated, and the main forces of the Picts and even the living forces were basically captured.

Under such circumstances, how to deal with these Picts is also a small problem.

If you want to say raise it, it will definitely be able to be raised in a short time.

After all, today’s Britain still has the protection of God, and the yield of food is good, it will not rot, and the bonus of these things is too terrible.

But you can’t just keep it for nothing.

So how to arrange these Picts next, that is, a question that needs to be discussed.

After Livalan had placed these Picts, he was asking Roa about this, and when Roa heard Livaran’s inquiry, he laughed and spoke.

“The reason why the Picts have been able to unite to this point is partly because of the leading warrior named Wakuli, and partly because of the decline in food availability on the Pictavian side, which has led to the compression of living space.”

Speaking of this, Roa also looked at Livaran.

“I investigated this matter, and this situation was initially only on the edge of Piktavia, but the scope of this shrinkage is gradually increasing… The shrunken land can no longer produce abundant food, the water is no longer sweet and delicious, the food will be sour, it will rot, it will even be grainless with poor farming methods, and the meat of animals will no longer be eaten by simple treatment. ”

Hearing Roa say this, Livalan frowned.

“King, do you mean that such a situation will also affect us in Britain?”

As for what Roa said, Livalan did not even dare to think about it.

If only this situation had really happened to Britain… Then I’m afraid Britain won’t be any better than the Picketts.

However, Roa shook his head slightly when he heard his words.

“Livalan, it’s not that it may affect our Britain, but it already affects our Britain, isn’t it?”

“Well, you’re talking about the Picts attacking us?”

“Nope.”

Roa stood on the city wall, no longer looking at Livaran, but at the endless Pictavian wilderness in front of him.

“Now all the living forces of the Picts are in our hands, and the warriors Vakuli, who have unified so many living forces on the Pict side, have also been captured by us——— so who do you think is the current owner of Pictavia?”

Hearing Roa say this, Livalan, who had not reacted just now, now reacted.

He widened his eyes and looked at Roa.

But Roa didn’t wait for him to answer, so he continued.

“Today’s Pictavia certainly belongs to me and to Britain!”

“So this is not already affecting us in Britain——— so in the same situation, how to cope with the shrinkage of the land is a subject that needs to be studied, but before we can study that complex problem, we also need to prepare for the worst, and no matter how we say it, we must first study how to make the people alive after becoming like this in the whole of Britain, isn’t it?”

At this point, Roa smiled.

“So these Pictavians, except for some of them that I need to use, most of them are of course to be put back to study this problem.”

“But…”

Livalan visibly frowned, while Roa spoke before he could say the question.

“Don’t worry, I won’t put them back in vain, I will include Pictavia in Britain, and at the same time I will find someone to oversee the whole of Pictavia, and I also believe that as long as she is there, Picktavia will not have any problems Before Roa sent Artoria to find Kai and Skaha before coming to Selk Lord.”

After Artoria passed, she and Kai were able to stabilize Camelot’s situation so that Skaha didn’t need to be there.

So at that time Roa asked Artoria to bring a new appointment to Skaha.

At this point…

“She should have arrived.”

Vakuri’s mood is mixed.

On the one hand, he was unhappy about his arrest, and on the other hand, this unhappiness could not make him think of resistance when facing Roa, so he was now in an extremely tangled state.

Such a Wakuri feels that the pride of the so-called warriors taught to him by the teacher has all been lost by himself, and now he is like a dog with a broken backbone, he can’t even climb up, he can’t raise his head, he can only lie on the ground…

But even so, he had no intention of surrendering to King Arthur.

He knew very well that so many of his comrades had been arrested, and King Arthur must have found a way to deal with so many people who suddenly arrived.

Then the best way is naturally to start from the person who takes the lead.

But even if he is frightened, he will not surrender.

Because he knew very well that the entire Piktavia had basically been brought over by him, once he surrendered in this position, it meant that he had given the whole of Piktavia to King Arthur!

This is absolutely not something he can allow.

So Vacuri was actually mentally prepared for everything during the few days that Roa was still hanging in the dungeon.

He will never surrender!

Even if after this battle, Piktavia no longer has the strength to fight, he also believes that as long as he does not surrender, the remaining Piktavia will do everything possible to fight and resist.

The result of the surrender was that the entire Picts would become slaves of the Britons.

So instead of looking like that, it’s better to fight to the death!

Die with dignity!

As for the victory over that king… This possibility Wakuri is no longer thinking.

Because that’s basically impossible.

Eh.

As soon as he thought of this, thinking of Roa’s share of royal power, Vakuri sighed in his heart.

It was at this time that he heard footsteps in the direction of the passage to the cell.

It looked like after hanging him for a few days, the King Arthur was finally going to free up his hand to deal with him.

Scold.

But he was trained in the Land of Shadows, under the hands of his teacher!

He had long seen death, and he had seen things more terrible than death.

So come ——— whatever means you have!

Even if I can’t beat it, I, Wakuli, will let you Britons see the backbone of our Picts!

With this in mind, Vakuri watched the door of the dungeon open.

And then…

The moment he saw the figure with long purple hair and leather armor walk in, the iron-clad Wakuri directly softened his legs and knelt on the ground on the spot.

“Old, teacher!?”