In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Chapter Seventeen: Fierce Battle, An Unconventional Fighting Style

Vortigern was getting frustrated and locked in a fierce battle with King Uther. King Uther, taking advantage of his small size and agility, dodged and weaved, and Vortigern couldn't land a single blow on him.

Both men knew that while Uther could inflict damage on Vortigern, it was mostly minor and insignificant, and Vortigern, being a madman, might not even flinch. However, if Vortigern were to hit Uther even once, Uther would likely be severely injured and on the verge of death.

The dragon's body brought Vortigern many conveniences.

Suddenly, Vortigern felt a shadow looming over his head.

A huge piece of building debris flew toward Vortigern's head.

Vortigern smashed the building debris with a single claw, but in that opening, King Uther seized the opportunity and delivered a vicious blow to Vortigern's armpit.

Vortigern, in pain, roared and swung his fist at Yuther, who dodged the blow with a quick movement.

Anno was standing on a high ground, holding a huge rock in his hand.

With a forceful throw of both hands, Anno hurled the stone, which, like the previous building fragments, flew toward Vortigern's head.

King Euthyr's face lit up with joy, and he secretly rejoiced.

This Lord Anno was truly an unexpected knight. Although his attack would not directly harm Vortigern, it did distract him and buy him a valuable opportunity to attack.

"Damn rat!" Vortigern roared, "Come out and swing your sword at me!"

Anno ignored him, found another piece of building debris, and threw it at the white dragon.

"Your Grace, aren't you knights supposed to be the most honorable and fair?!" Vortigern roared, smashing pieces of the building. "Is this your fairness?!"

“Fairness exists in the struggle between people,” Yuther sneered. “What does it have to do with you, this inhuman creature!”

As he spoke, the longsword sliced ​​off another dragon scale.

Vortigern knew he was in trouble. That unknown, despicable knight had a great influence on him, and if things continued to drag on like this, he would surely lose.

Raising halfway up, the dragon unleashed its breath once more.

Yuther hurriedly dodged.

But the breath wasn't aimed at him at all; it was directed at Anno in the distance.

The breath came extremely fast, and Anno couldn't dodge it in time. He could only place the building fragments he had temporarily found in front of him.

The building was instantly destroyed in the surprise attack, leaving behind a path obliterated by the breath attack.

Vortigern sneered. Once he had dealt with that annoying knight, dealing with King Uther would be much easier.

But at that moment, a cold light flashed.

An iron spear flew out of nowhere and pierced straight into the dragon's hind leg.

It's Anno.

Vortigern was instantly enraged by the pain.

The enraged dragon was far beyond King Uther's ability to withstand; its wings struck King Uther, sending him flying.

King Euthyne crashed into a wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Vortigern caught up instantly, and in a fit of rage, he struck King Uther with his palm.

"Ah!!!" King Yuther roared, forcing himself to stand up, and plunged his greatsword into Vortigern's palm.

Roar! ! !

Vottigeng let out a scream.

King Euthyr drew his sword and swung it again.

It only pierced Vortigern's chest shallowly, unable to penetrate any further.

“My king, I’m here to help you!” came Anno’s voice.

King Euthyr felt his exhausted body being supported from behind.

With both hands gripping the greatsword tightly, and supported by the force behind him, the blade finally pierced the dragon's body.

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Chapter 18: The Peril of Britain

groggy.

Anno lay on his bed in his room, silently staring at the wooden ceiling directly above him.

Half a month has passed since I fought alongside King Uther against Vortigern.

At the end of that battle, he and King Uther plunged their swords into Vortigern's chest, but they were unable to kill the dragon. Instead, they aroused the ferocity of the beast that had lost its mind.

The heavily wounded Vortigern swatted the already exhausted King Uther aside with a single claw, then swung its tail heavily at Anor before staggering away.

King Uther is now lying in the Camelot court and has not yet woken up; he is said to be extremely seriously injured.

As for Anor himself, his left arm and left leg were broken by that tail, several ribs were broken, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, but he was in much better condition than King Uther, who was teetering on the brink of life and death.

Furthermore, Merlin helped Anno treat his injuries, and he should be able to get out of bed soon.

Anno's daily life is now basically taken care of by the two servants she bought.

Wang Ting.

A group of knights and Merlin were sitting in a room discussing matters, with King Uther's daughter, Morgan Filer Pendragon, sitting nearby.

A fat, burly knight, his face flushed, angrily rebuked Merlin: "You're talking nonsense! The king's fate is unknown, which is why we need to quickly establish a new king, otherwise who will govern Britain!"

Merlin smiled, remaining completely composed: "The King had already outlined the strategy for the next six months before the campaign against Vortigern, so you can all rest assured. Besides, I am also doing my utmost to heal the King."

“You’re a non-human monster! Who knows if you’re actually saving the king!” another knight shouted sternly.

Merlin's gaze turned slightly cold.

Knight Hector spoke up, "The king's will must be obeyed; this is the code of chivalry! Yet you are here, eager to enthrone a new king. What are your intentions?"

Those annoying knights immediately fell silent, their eyes darting around.

Finally, the fat, big-eared knight who had spoken first spoke up resentfully: "In short, my opinion is to enthrone Princess Morganfeller as the new queen as soon as possible. The king's situation is critical, and Britain is beset by internal and external troubles. You decide what to do!"

After saying that, he led the group out, taking the heartbroken Morganefeller girl with him as well.

Merlin and Hector looked at the room, which was now empty in an instant, and sighed in unison.

The leading knight, a stout, fat-headed man, was the brother of King Uther's deceased wife, and thus the maternal uncle of Princess Morgan Fiennes.

His eagerness to install Princess Morgan Filer as king while King Uther was seriously injured was obvious, but he had plenty of resources at his disposal, and it was inconvenient for Hector to turn against him.

Merlin shook his head and went to check on King Uther, who was still unconscious.

Even with the aid of magic in his treatment, King Uther's injuries were still far from optimistic. The most serious injury was a huge claw mark on his chest, which had damaged his liver and intestines.

Merlin is currently managing to keep King Uther's life hanging by a thread. Even with comprehensive treatment, it's estimated that it will take another week for King Uther to regain consciousness.

Now, the small countries surrounding Britain, as well as Rome and France a little further away, and the Saxons, a branch of the Germanic tribes that had just been defeated, all seemed to turn into green-eyed wolves after hearing the news of King Euthyr's serious injury, staring intently at this piece of fat meat that was Britain.

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Chapter Nineteen: For King Uther, For Britain

Ten days have passed.

During this period, Britain was in turmoil. After most of the capable knights had perished on the battlefield against Vortigern, the Camelot court had become a stage for clowns.

The royalists, led by Sir Hector, the court magician Merlin, and the mobile knight Anor, are locked in a fierce struggle with the pro-new king faction, led by Morgan Filer's uncle. Meanwhile, according to Merlin's intelligence, orcs have crossed over from the inhuman realm and are threatening the borders of Britain.

"How much longer will it take for the King to wake up?" Anno asked Merlin with a gloomy expression and his arms crossed.

Merlin also seemed uninterested: "It will take at least three more days before he wakes up."

Anno sighed.

After fighting side by side, he could feel that this British king, whose reputation in history was not good, was indeed a king who cared about his country, regardless of his private life. Moreover, the two had experienced life and death on the battlefield, and he was also the one to whom Anno was now loyal. Anno and Yuther had already developed a bond.

Whether between comrades-in-arms or between ruler and subject.

Anno looked up at the azure sky and let out a long breath.

“Merlin, I have lost my weapon. Could you help me find a sturdy one?” Anno turned to Merlin and said.

"What do you want?" Merlin asked expressionlessly.

“Mm.” Anno nodded.

Merlin sighed softly: "You once faced scattered orcs in the inhuman realm, but this time you'll be facing an entire army of orcs, far superior in both number and quality. And you're still injured... really..."

Anno interrupted, "I have made my choice, for King Uther, and for... Britain."

Merlin didn't say anything more, he just nodded.

The orcs are threatening the border, which is one of the most important excuses for Morgan Filer's supporters. If Anor can really hold off some of the orcs' attacks, even if it's just for a day, it will give King Uther a chance.

Those disloyal knights are now trying every means to see King Uther and then use methods to ensure that the seriously injured King Uther never wakes up again.

That noon, while Anno was having lunch at his residence, Merlin came to visit.

Merlin took a sword with a scabbard from his bosom.

"This is a sword forged using magic and enchantment. It was originally from my private collection, but since you need it now, I'll give it to you as a gift." Merlin patted Anno on the shoulder and smiled. "Be careful."

Anno nodded, took the sword from Merlin's hand, and drew it from its sheath.

The sword has a pure silver blade and a dark black hilt inlaid with a blue gemstone (original design), which shines brightly in the sunlight.

The scabbard was nothing special; it was just an ordinary steel scabbard painted with different colors.

“There’s nothing special about this sword, but I still hope you will treat it well,” Merlin added.

"Understood," Anno replied.

Without sitting down to eat, Anno called out, "Ruslan, take my horse outside the city."

"Yes, sir," the boy's voice came from outside.

Merlin: "I won't see you off, and I won't say any more."

Anno smiled, turned and went into the house, putting on the armor.

At the city gate, Anno, dressed in silver armor, rode a horse with the sword Merlin had given him hanging at his waist.

After taking one last look at Camelot, Anno rode off at breakneck speed.