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

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Chapter Twenty: Encounter with the Orcs Again

West side of Britain.

Anno rode his horse all night, and the horse was almost dead from exhaustion, but he finally arrived here the next morning.

The orcs have begun their invasion. A knightly order can be seen resisting in the distance, but it is clear that the knights are in a precarious situation due to their inferior numbers and physical abilities.

Moreover, only a small number of orcs made contact with the Knights; a large number of orcs were further back, densely packed, eyeing Britain with predatory intent.

Anno leaped into the air, seemingly flying off his horse.

Anno sensed something was wrong with his physical abilities during his fight with Vortigern. He could easily lift and throw rocks and building fragments larger than a person, including the sudden burst of speed he displayed when dodging Vortigern's breath, and the iron spear that pierced through the dragon skin that even King Uther struggled to cut.

Now he has leaped nearly ten meters high.

Anno's body seemed to have become incredibly strong during the fight with Vortigern, or rather, it was already very strong before, but he hadn't noticed it until the sense of crisis during the fight with Vortigern made him realize just how powerful and fast he was.

This was definitely not something an ordinary human could achieve, but Anno didn't think much of it.

Upon landing, Anno was about a kilometer away from the point where the Knights and the orcs made contact, but no one noticed Anno's arrival.

With his sword drawn, Anno arrived at the front lines in just over two minutes.

A month later, Anno once again faced off against creatures called orcs.

As the blade flashed, before anyone could react, Anno had already swiftly killed nearly ten orcs.

Anno had been in contact with these creatures for half a year, killing more or less orcs almost every day. On the busiest day, Anno encountered an orc settlement by the river, and he spared no one, including the old, weak, women and children. Nearly three hundred orcs were killed without exception, and Anno's wrists went numb from the hacking.

Orcs are creatures with an extremely high reproductive rate and a fondness for cannibalism. Having witnessed the fate of humans preyed upon by orcs, Anno had long ago permanently blacklisted these creatures and would kill them on sight.

It was precisely because of these six months of experience that Anno had a clear understanding of the orcs' patterns of action and weaknesses.

Anno can be called the most skilled orc butcher.

A sharp-eyed knight spotted Anno suddenly charging in from the flank and shouted excitedly, "Gentlemen, reinforcements have arrived!"

Upon hearing that reinforcements had arrived, the knights' morale, which had previously plummeted, immediately soared.

Only the lord of the knightly order wondered, "How come I didn't know there was support?"

The orcs also discovered that Anno was slaughtering his own comrades. There was a commotion, but it was no match for Anno's attack alone.

Anno kicked an orc in the back of the knee, then, taking advantage of the orc's lowered body, leaped up and delivered a powerful chop to the back of the neck, sending the orc's head crashing to the ground.

With Anno's help, the knights of the Order also displayed considerable fighting power, defeating the hundreds of orcs who had tentatively made contact with the Order.

Ultimately, with the main orc force in the rear not attacking, the Knights suffered a loss of nearly half their men, while Anno was unharmed, killing most of the hundreds of orcs and driving the rest back.

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Chapter Twenty-One: Repelling Ten Thousand with One Man

Anno merely gave a token greeting to the surviving leader of the knights, revealed his identity, and then plunged back into the orc army.

The lord of the knightly order in the border town looked at Anno, who faced tens of thousands of orcs without fear, and felt a mixture of admiration, respect, and fear.

He looked at the king's guard knight with awe, murmuring, "May the glory of Britain protect you, mighty and fearless knight, Lord Anno."

His battered knightly order couldn't even attract the attention of the orc army; as an ordinary knight, all he could do was silently pray for Anno.

One day passed.

Anno's left arm, which had just been reattached a few days earlier, was fractured again and hung limply to one side. His armor was dull and his face was covered in blood, yet he still held his sword in one hand and fought desperately.

Despite being utterly exhausted, he wielded the sword given to him by his friend Merlin without any hindrance.

Anno was surrounded by a thick layer of orc corpses, most of which were severed limbs.

The rising sun shone on Anno's hair, and the blood-stained knight finally instilled fear in the orcs.

This time, the orcs gathered about 10,000 orc warriors to try to enter the human world, but one-tenth of them were slaughtered by Anno. Although they felt they could kill the human knight, the orcs, terrified by the previous killings, were unwilling to become the next corpse under Anno's sword.

One against ten thousand, the terrifying orcs dared not approach.

"I know there are some among you who can understand human language!" Anno stood up straight, stepping on a layer of orc corpses. He slammed his sword down, blood splattering from the blade. His dim eyes flashed with a sharp light as he shouted, "This country is the country I protect!"

In short, the meaning is self-evident.

A commotion arose among the orcs.

Anno stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the green-skinned creatures.

The orcs all took a step back.

Anno remained motionless, the sword in his hand reflecting the sunlight.

The orcs began to riot, and some began to flee to the rear.

Anno finally moved, taking a small step forward, the orc corpse beneath his feet making a "plop" sound.

The beastmen could no longer withstand the pressure from this tiny human and began to retreat en masse.

Even though Anno had killed over a thousand orcs, there were still more than eight thousand orcs remaining. During their retreat, trampling incidents were inevitable, and countless orcs died tragically at the feet of their comrades.

Behind Anno was the rising sun, making him appear like a god. He simply stood there with his sword, his tiger-like eyes filled with killing intent as he coldly watched the large number of retreating orcs.

Until these filthy, inhuman beings disappear from the human world.

Anno finally couldn't withstand the intense fighting for a day and a night, and knelt down on the ground—no, on a thick layer of orc corpses.

Gasping for breath, Anuo's fractured left arm was swollen and swollen from lack of treatment for a long time. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and Anuo felt his vision gradually blurring.

I recall that majestic figure sitting on the throne, and that valiant knight who fought against the dragon in the North.

My king, I have resolved the orcish crisis...

Oh, the power of self-restraint that keeps me indifferent to worldly affairs! And are my deeds enough to leave a mark on human history...?

As her vision gradually darkened, Anno finally couldn't hold on any longer.

fell to the ground.

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Avalon

Anno opened her eyes.

"I don't know him/her... Huh?"

No ceiling?

Anno used his right hand to support himself on the ground and sat up.

I found myself surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, with cherry-red petals fluttering in the air—a breathtaking sight.

Am I... dead? Is this... the Throne of Heroes?

Anno made unfounded associations.

"You're awake, An Nuoqing." A voice came.

Anuo subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar figure.

Merlin, dressed in a white robe, stood smiling in the same spot.

"Oh, it's you, Merlin." Anno breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that he wasn't dead.

The left arm had already been treated and was wrapped in thick gauze.

He reached behind him with his right hand and saw that his long, black hair, which he had painstakingly kept, was still there.

"This is the homeland of fairies, an ideal place far removed from the mortal world,"

“Avalon,” Anno replied instantly.

Merlin paused for a moment, then smiled. He didn't ask Anno why he knew about this paradise, but instead explained, "That day, you single-handedly scared away tens of thousands of orcs. Camelot was astonished, and the surrounding countries were also shocked. So your mission this time—no, not a mission... this operation was outstanding."

"Is that so?" Anno smiled faintly. He had anticipated this outcome before he scared away the orcs. It was precisely because it could solve many problems that he resolutely came to the border of Camelot alone to face the orcs.

"Before you lost consciousness, I started heading towards the place where the orcs had invaded, but the lord of that city pulled you out of the pile of corpses before I could," Merlin continued.

“He is also a loyal and righteous man.” Anno nodded. The fact that the lord of the knightly order was willing to lead the knights out of the city to meet the enemy, even though he knew there were tens of thousands of orcs outside the city, already spoke volumes.

"I brought you back after I arrived, and I've been here ever since."

“How much time has passed now?” Anno suddenly realized this question.

"You've been in a coma for a week."

"That king..."

"You don't need to worry about Camelot. The king has regained control of Camelot."

"That's good, that's good..." Anuo finally smiled and lay back down in the sea of ​​flowers.

"After the king awoke, he first announced that he would marry the widow of the former Duke of Cornwall as his queen, and then it was the two of us and Lord Hector."

“I’m currently on vacation, still a court magician. You’re the same, except you’ve received a title, but only a symbolic one—the head of a knightly order, plus the status of a collarless viscount.”

"As for Secretary Hector, he was assigned to a place far from the political center because of the charge of 'delaying the war effort'."

“I bet the king must have given Hector quite a reward.” Anno smiled easily. The exile was just on the surface; in reality, the king simply wanted to arrange a growth environment away from Camelot for the future king. It is estimated that Hector, this loyal knight, accepted this almost rewardless task without complaint and got away from the dirty political center as he wished.

"Ah, yes." Merlin still had a smile on his face. "The reward is the baronial title and fiefdom, as well as countless treasures."

"So why did the King give us both a day off?"

Merlin's smile gradually faded: "Because the king has some matters to attend to."

"Some things that concern the dignity of the royal family."

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Artoria's Birth

"On the third day after you repelled the orcs, which is the day after the king awoke, Princess Morganfeller Pendragon disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Anno sat up again, his brows furrowed.

Morgan Fairer remembered that the little girl who was so frightened by him that she was quite cute.

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did he disappear after the king announced his new marriage to the queen?"

Merlin nodded.