Davian Holy Grail War

But Davian always enjoyed the process of her dressing and even watched her intently. Morgan was used to his behavior.

After all, it has been a thousand years since the initial summoning, and the two of them have actually been able to spend a thousand years as husband and wife. It always makes people feel that time has passed very quickly.

"If you don't dress up and put on formal attire, you won't look good enough when you stand before the king."

Morgan teased him, but Davian just shrugged and replied that the armor was his formal attire.

Hearing Davian's answer, Morgan smiled silently and then stood up.

Davian opened up a dark space for her, and they passed through the space door and went to the hall.

Woodworth, dressed in formal attire, stood there, and it could be seen that he was a little embarrassed and anxious. However, Morgan just calmly returned to his throne and sat down, and motioned for Woodworth to stand up.

"Young brave man, Woodworth, the successor of Grand Duke Reinek of Paihe. I have already conveyed my meaning. Your coming here is to accept my reward.

The position of Duke of Oxford, the title of Grand Duke of Pare, and the management rights of the Oxford region and the Fang Clan, all of these will now be granted to you."

Morgan waved his hand, and the goblin knight in bronze armor brought the uniform, medals, and documents to Woodworth.

Woodworth respectfully stepped forward to accept it all and then stepped back. His etiquette was impeccable.

Davian felt that he was a truly polite person among the Fang Fairies. Perhaps even most of the Earth Clans were not as humble as him.

"Well, Woodworth, do you have any other requests? If you tell me now, I may consider fulfilling your request.

After all, you defeated the King of Moss and inherited the ability of Reinek, so you are a warrior worthy of my recognition."

Morgan's words made Woodworth raise his head, excitement shining in his eyes, and then Woodworth looked at Davian.

When Davian saw his expression, he knew what he was thinking. This was interesting. It had been a long time since he had a battle that satisfied him.

"If possible, I would like to change my title from Duke of Oxford to Lord of Camelot, Your Majesty. I really want to know...how big the gap is between me and Lord Davian."

Woodworth's words at this time were considered disrespectful to Davian, but Morgan did not get angry after hearing his words. Instead, she laughed.

This arrogant laugh was inconsistent with her identity and image, but if she didn't laugh at this moment, it might make Morgan feel unhappy.

"Davian, my Davian! It seems that he has been plotting against you for a long time. What do you think? He is the one who inherited all the abilities of Grand Duke Pai Re. Will you lose?"

Davian walked slowly forward, smiling silently, but unfortunately no one could see his expression because of the helmet.

It's not that he despised or looked down on the Grand Duke Paiere in front of him, but Davidian admired his courage and enterprising spirit.

He's a bit like Palamedes. He's always so enterprising, energetic and vibrant. It's great.

“Since the Duke of Oxford has said so, the Lord of Camelot will naturally respond to his challenge.

But we have to move to another place. After all, it would be bad if we started a battle here and destroyed the Queen's palace. I don't want to bear such a responsibility."

Morgan smiled slightly when he heard his words and raised his hand. The two were immediately transferred away by Morgan's water mirror magic.

After that, Morgan started to use magic to monitor the battlefield in the hall, and even deployed this magic in various cities of the fairy clan.

It has been a thousand years since we last saw Davian in action, and it seems that the various clans have forgotten how powerful Davian is.

That's perfect, time to let them see how brave their Davidian is.

A dragon knight is always a dragon knight, and not everyone can knock him to the ground.

Chapter 297 Will Win

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"A rare opponent, why not tell me your true intentions, Brave Woodworth."

Davian asked him with a smile, and Woodworth no longer concealed it at this moment.

"I will defeat you and go to that lord. The throne of Camelot's lord should be held by me and not you."

Woodworth's face was full of pride, and since he said so, Davian would naturally not hold back, and he had to let these guys know what level of power the Lord of Camelot had.

[Evil King Guidance!] The Evil King Dragon's fantasy book has been inserted into his waist. Davian finished arming himself and walked towards Woodworth.

The surging dark magic power had already erupted in Davian's body, and at this moment the two sides launched the most direct battle.

Woodworth's claws were so swift and his body was so light. He was so tall and strong yet his speed was unimaginable.

Davian's sword hit the air several times, and Woodworth obviously didn't want to be hit by the sword.

Metal weapons have always been the nemesis of fairies. Even as an expert at swordsmanship, he did not want to be hit by the sword. He felt that if he was hit, he would be seriously injured.

Blazing rays flew out from Woodworth's hands, and this is how magic was used in his hands.

Davian swung his cloak to absorb the attack and then bounced it back. He clicked his tongue and had a general idea of ​​the course of the battle in his mind.

As expected of the successor of Reinek, this strength qualifies him as the clan leader of the Fang Fairies.

Davian could still think like this while fighting, after all, he didn't know how he lost. Woodworth was really strong, but he was even stronger.

The fight between the two sides continued, and Davian became more and more adept at fighting. After all, he was completely accustomed to Woodworth's fighting style and habits.

Woodworth gradually felt tired. His magic power and physical strength were not unlimited. He could hardly keep up with such a high-intensity battle.

After all, he is still just a young hero and has not truly grown into his full form.

Although his physical performance has reached its peak, his combat experience is still far from enough.

Davian didn't want to kill him, otherwise the battle wouldn't have lasted until this time.

When Woodworth was lying on the ground gasping for breath, Morgan's water mirror magic surrounded the two of them and brought them back to the hall.

Davian transformed back into the evil dragon and stood before Morgan's throne.

"How is it? Young brave Woodworth, do you still have doubts about the power of Lord Camelot?"

Morgan chuckled and asked Woodworth below, her attitude at this moment could be described as relaxed and comfortable.

Having regained some strength, Woodworth stood up again and replied that he would no longer question the power of the Lord of Camelot.

But one day in the future, he will definitely challenge again. After today, he will continue to work hard, just to be able to stand in that position openly one day in the future.

Davian silently shook his head to express his helplessness, but he also admired Woodworth's courage and his will to challenge himself.

Of course, I won’t lose no matter what.

The fact that Davian had defeated Woodworth also spread throughout Britain through Morgan's previous magic, and the Lord of Camelot once again proved his strength.

The figure of the evil dragon knight who suppressed all clans during the Winter War a thousand years ago was once again summoned from the depths of the goblins' souls. This pressure and fear will once again bring a period of peace.

After that, Woodworth and his men returned to Oxford, while Davian continued to guard the entire Camelot.

But to be honest, Davian still found it hard to imagine that anyone could shake Morgan's current rule in the slightest. It was not just a matter of power. Morgan himself did not have a good impression of these Muggle-like goblins.

If there is any real thought of rebellion, Morgan can behead the rebel in an instant.

But after Woodworth left, Davian couldn't help but ask Morgan if it was really necessary to spread the story of his fight with Woodworth throughout Britain? Wouldn't it be fine as long as he won?

"It can be regarded as a lesson for Woodworth. If he doesn't experience setbacks, he can't become a true hero."

There was a rare hint of kindness in Morgan's words, and Davian found it difficult to understand how she felt about Woodworth.

Is this raising a pet or raising a son? Well, no matter how I think about it, it's hard to understand.

But after all, Morgan here is also a fairy, so it is normal for him to have a mentality that Davian cannot understand.

[After all, Reinecke has been loyal to her for so long, so it is normal for her to have feelings for Woodworth.]

Morgan explained these things to Davian, but Davian felt that this explanation was a bit redundant. He certainly knew that Morgan had feelings for Woodworth, but he didn't know what these feelings were.

At night, Davian returned to his dormitory with Morgan. He began to reflect on the past millennium. To be honest, if he excluded the disgusting nature of the goblins and the sins they had committed, he really felt that life here was quite comfortable.

Because he doesn't have to worry about anything, and doesn't have to put any thought into it. He just needs to help deal with disasters that occur once every hundred years and major disasters that occur once every thousand years.

In fact, Morgan himself can accomplish all these things. He really comes out to be Morgan's personal bodyguard. As long as he can protect Morgan's body, the rest will be trivial matters.

Ignoring those fucked up things, I feel like being in Britain is like being on vacation. It's so pleasant, hahahahahaha...

"What are you thinking about? You look absent-minded." Morgan briefly moved his eyes away from the book and looked at Davian, but Davian just replied that he was not thinking about anything.

Hearing his words, Morgan put the book back on the bedside table with some dissatisfaction, and then she gently pulled Davian's face over.

Davian didn't resist and was pulled over. Morgan then said, "You are my husband. Why are you hiding something from me? It will make me unhappy~"

Davian was helpless now. He could only turn his head and look at Morgan and answer honestly: "I'm just reminiscing about these thousand years. Morgan... I'm really happy to be with you for these thousand years.

Although most fairies are ugly... there are still beautiful people among them, and that person is you. Even in the future, no one will be able to surpass your beauty. "

Morgan blushed, which was rare for her. She had never faced such a straightforward confession before, let alone a direct attack from Davian.

Oh my God... He had been like a block of wood in this regard for the past thousand years. No matter what he did, he always did more than he said. How could I hear him say such straightforward love words...

So even though only a short while had passed since Davian said this, not only her face but also her ears turned red.

Davian rarely saw her shy look. Then Morgan reached out and covered Davian's eyes. This sudden action made Davian stunned.

Then… he felt a gentle touch on his lips.

Chapter 298 Bagster

After that, Davian was able to live a peaceful daily life again, and the handling of the once-in-a-century disaster depended entirely on Morgan's mood.

When she was in a good mood, she would just cast a magic trick to solve the problem. When she was in a bad mood, she would just ask Davian or the Fairy Knights to run errands and it would be solved. In short, there was no trouble.

However, Davian recently heard that Aurora, the clan leader of the Wind Clan, was going to visit the city of the Mirror Clan. To be honest, Davian didn't know what she was going to do.

The Mirror Clan has the ability to predict the future. Could it be that they want to obtain a prophecy from them that can overthrow Morgan?

That was too stupid. Davian thought that this time Aurora was just putting on a show.

That woman is a rotten apple, and to put it bluntly, you can't judge her by common sense.

"Davian, the Fang Clan has submitted a report. A very interesting individual has been born among the Fang fairies. Could you go and take a look?"

Morgan's voice reached his ears from the throne. Davian was stunned for a moment and then passed on his words. Interesting individual? What kind of existence is it?

"She doesn't look like a human, nor like a fairy. Instead, she looks like a black dog born after the King of Moss was defeated. Her favorite food is fairies."

Davian nodded after listening, then cut through the dark space and went to the outskirts of Oxford.

As soon as he arrived here, he saw an interesting scene. Not only Woodworth, but even the newly emerged Bogzat two hundred years ago was confronting the strong woman.

After the crusade against the King of Morse, Woodworth was granted the title of Duke of Oxford and was in charge of the area around Oxford. After that, Bogzat seemed to have ambitions and became famous in the battles with the remaining Morse. After discussion with Davian and Morgan, Norwich was handed over to Bogzat for him to manage.

It turned out that he did a good job. As for his coveting of the throne of the clan leader of the Fang Clan... Davian and Morgan thought that this was also a good thing. It would be good to put some pressure on Woodworth.

Let’s get back to the present. Our current location is exactly between Norwich and Oxford.

But Davian was curious about the female fairy in front of him. Is that a fang fairy? Why does she look like a fairy from the wind clan? That blonde hair and pretty face are really interesting.

"Stand down, both of you. I'll handle this." Davidian walked up to the two of them and stretched out his hand to stop the two who wanted to continue fighting. The two of them also stepped down at the appropriate time.

Even if he was dissatisfied with Davian or had desire for the throne of Lord Camelot, he still had to show respect at the moment.

After all, Davian was here to help them deal with things, and this newly born dumbbell was indeed difficult to deal with. If they were not careful, they would suffer a great loss.

But to their surprise, when Davian began to approach, the goblin actually began to retreat.

Her previously ferocious appearance now turned into a little fearful. Every time Davian took a step forward, she took a step back.

She eventually attacked out of fear, but Davian simply dodged and knocked her to the ground with a single swing of his sword.

All goblins are like this, very few of them have real combat experience and skills, and most of them just rely on their innate strong qualities to fight.

The moment this enchantress pounced on him, she was full of flaws. Davian could slice her into pieces and cook her in a hot pot at any angle.

"Duke of Oxford, Lord of Norwich, please leave now. After I tame her, I will naturally bring her to meet His Majesty. It is rare to have such an interesting existence, and her power cannot be wasted."

After hearing Davian's words, Bogzat and Woodworth retreated.

Neither of them brought any subordinates with them. After all, this dumbbell would devour the goblins, and neither of them could guarantee whether they would take a bite, so naturally they did not dare to bring anyone else to deliver the food.

The female fairy who was knocked down and lying on the ground was still trembling. She lost... She was knocked down with just one attack.

Her body was trembling at this moment. Ever since this person came here and she sensed his breath, her body had been trembling uncontrollably.

She was fundamentally afraid of this man, and she didn't understand why.

She’s doomed now. After swallowing so many fairies, she will probably be killed.

Ah... even Woodworth, the clan leader of the Fang Clan, and Bogzat, the Lord of Norwich, were respectful to him. His madness had attracted powerful enemies.

The man slowly stretched out his hand towards her who was still lying on the ground. Although she did not feel the accumulation of magic power nor the swift force, this must be a fatal blow. She was going to die.

However, unexpectedly, Davian's hand without the gauntlet was placed on her head.