Davian Holy Grail War

Fortunately, only the core members of the royal court were present at the scene, so these words were not heard by others.

But this time Davidian really had an emotional outburst. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't bear it anymore.

He really couldn't help it now. He wanted to grab Merlin and slap him twice on that ever-smiling face to make him stop smiling.

Why did things turn out like this? How could the Sword of Selection disappear for no reason?

At this time, Altria pulled Merlin away and came to Davian to explain:

"Don't blame him. This is my fault. I was careless and fell into Morgan's trap. That's why I lost the Sword of Selection. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Don't protect him! The more you protect him, the more he won't think he's done anything wrong. He's saying he fell into Morgan's trap. Could Morgan be more powerful than Merlin? If he had been a little more cautious, this wouldn't have happened!"

Davian was so angry that he had no choice but to accept the matter. What was going on? Merlin was just a jerk who could only make things worse for him.

He sat back down and tried to calm down. He also knew that Merlin must have prepared a remedy, but he just couldn't help it. He couldn't swallow this breath without scolding Merlin.

Seeing that Davian had finally calmed down, the Queen also sat back in her seat with a wry smile. She knew very well that Davian was angry because of her.

After all, if something caused him trouble, Davian would be unable to resist saying or doing something.

He was able to resist drawing his sword and killing Merlin because he was doing it for his own sake.

"Let's not talk about this matter for now, everyone. Everyone has done a great job this time, whether it's the few who stayed behind or the few who followed me. Everyone has done a great job, and I would like to thank everyone for their efforts."

After that, she bowed her head to express her gratitude to everyone. The others present also bowed their heads immediately to accept the king's gratitude and secretly vowed to work harder.

"It is autumn now, and it is time to take a break.

After this winter is over, if there are no problems, then defeating Vortigern, the biggest culprit in Britain, will become our top priority.

As long as he continues to provide shelter to foreigners and oppress good people, we will not be able to fully protect the people of Britain."

Artoria raised the most critical issue, to defeat Vortigern and end the dark age.

Everyone present agreed with this decision, which was to attack Vortigern and recapture the fortress city of Lontinium which served as his base.

To establish a new dynasty that would unify all of Britain was their mission, and it was what they had to do now.

"The First Legion will be the vanguard, clear the way for the main army, and deal with all the advanced enemy forces. Davian, can you do this?"

Altria had already started assigning tasks, and Davian of course accepted the task without hesitation, as the First Legion was supposed to be the vanguard.

"Sir Bedivere, adjust the strength of the army, select the most suitable combat troops to participate in the expedition against Vortigern, and leave enough soldiers to defend our current territory. Is this a task you can handle?"

Altria looked at Bedivere again, and Bedivere certainly did not refuse, as this was his job.

"Yes, I will definitely not let you down. How many soldiers do you plan to bring this time?"

Bedivere's calm and powerful answer made Artoria smile. He was really growing up very fast and could do more and more things.

"The First Legion has 6,000 men, and I will lead another 14,000 men, a total of 20,000 men. Vortigern's army is the most experienced and best prepared in Britain, so we must not be careless."

After answering Bedivere's question, Artoria turned to look at Kai and said to him:

"Sir Kai, please be in charge of the logistics and material dispatch for this expedition. You need to communicate with Bedivere about this matter. Make sure there are enough supplies, okay?"

"I understand." Kai nodded. He has always been in charge of material matters, and he does a good job.

Finally, Arturia looked at Agguiwen: "Agguanwen, after Davian and I leave, all the internal affairs of the entire rule will be handed over to you. When I am away, you have the right to handle all internal affairs. do you understand?"

"Accept the order, king." Agguiwen also responded, he will not miss.

"Gawain, Lancelot, all of you follow me to the battle. Gaheris will stay behind to take care of domestic security. Do you understand?"

This was the final arrangement for today's meeting, and everyone accepted the order. When they left the meeting room, they immediately prepared for their assigned tasks, and everyone was excited and ready to do a great job next year.

Chapter 82 Sword in the Lake

Then, on an ordinary winter morning, Davian set out on his journey. Today was a very important day, and Merlin woke him up early.

Because of the compensation Merlin mentioned, the holy sword that will replace the Sword of the Chosen has been prepared, and the three of them will go together to get the sword.

"I will hold your horse for you. Merlin, you go ahead and lead the way. If you can't get the sword today, I will let you know what eternal darkness is."

Davian held the reins of Altria's favorite horse, and then drove Merlin to lead the way. Specifically, he led the horse and drove the cattle. He had to get the holy sword today.

"Okay, okay, I know. I can definitely get the sword today, I promise."

Merlin walked at the front of the three people with a smile on his face. This was the first time that the three of them formed a team. Before this, they had never formed a team before.

Several people walked forward along a path that no one had ever walked on, and Davian's dark sword emitted a dark and dazzling light at this time.

Davian didn't know why this dark sword emitted such light. Could it be that the sword was excited?

The three of them walked to the edge of a lake. Davian looked at the beautiful lake and somehow felt relieved.

It was as if Merlin's mistakes were long gone, and Britain's dark future could no longer trouble him.

But then he returned to reality. Those things were definitely not gone, and he could not immerse himself in this beautiful atmosphere.

At the moment the three arrived, the surface of the lake began to glow slightly. Merlin walked slowly forward and gently tapped the surface of the lake with his staff.

Then an arm with white silk sleeves stretched out from the lake, holding a sword with a scabbard.

Just by watching from a distance, Davian could tell that the Sword in the Lake must be a better weapon than the Sword of the Chosen Sword.

At the same time, the dark sword on his waist no longer glowed, as if its task of guiding the way had ended. Only then did Davian suddenly remember that the closer he got to the lake, the brighter the light of the sword became.

"This sword is the holy sword I prepared for you to replace the Sword of Selection, Altria. The Fairy of the Lake is coming. As long as you respond appropriately, she will give you the sword."

As Merlin spoke, the so-called lake fairy appeared on the lake. Altria nodded and said she would do her best.

Soon, the fairy slowly walked in front of the crowd and saluted King Arthur. Altria returned the salute and said to her:

"Miss, what kind of sword is that arm holding on the water? I don't have a sword anymore, I wonder if I can keep the sword?"

"King Arthur, listen to me, that is the holy sword that belongs to this planet.

If you promise to return this holy sword to me when everything is over, then I will let you take it."

The words of the Fairy of the Lake once again touched upon the final ending known to the three people present: everything will end. At that moment, the holy sword must return to where it should be, and King Arthur will also have the ending he deserves.

Without much thought, Altria nodded and said:

"Okay, I promise. When everything is over, no matter what kind of difficulties or obstacles I encounter, I will return this sword to where it belongs. I swear as a king and a knight."

The fairy nodded: "Then, remember your vow today, Arthur."

As she finished her words, a small boat slowly floated over from behind her. Davian tied Ramle to a tree, then took the oars and rowed for Altria.

The two men came to the center of the lake, and King Arthur picked up the holy sword along with the scabbard and put it back in his arms. Then the hand sank into the lake, and Davian looked into the lake, but there was nothing there.

He started rowing again, bringing Altria back to the shore. The fairy on the lake had disappeared, and the three of them set out on their return journey.

And Artoria began to examine the holy sword carefully. As she poured more magic power into it, the golden light on the holy sword became brighter and brighter.

"It's amazing... Even if I put all my magic power into this sword, it can still withstand it. Compared to the Sword of Selection, this sword is really much more powerful."

Altria couldn't help but admire it. It was the first time she got such a good weapon. She had never thought about this before. She thought the Sword of Selection would be with her until the end.

"Altria, don't get too excited. I have to tell you that this scabbard is worth ten times more than this sword.

As long as you carry the scabbard with you, no matter how serious your injuries are, they will heal.

In other words, with the immortality granted by this sword and the recovery granted by this scabbard, you will become a truly invincible king."

Merlin smiled and explained to Altria the functions of the sword and scabbard. Davian was also surprised when he heard it. He didn't expect these two things to be so powerful.

Then Merlin asked another question: "Then King Arthur, do you think the sword of attack is more important, or the sheath of protection is more important to - your people."

When Davian heard this question, he almost couldn't help but scold Merlin on the spot, but he restrained himself and decided to listen to Altria's thoughts.

Because the three people present knew Britain's ending, they could be said to be the two most helpless people and the happiest person in Britain at the moment.

"In the long run, the scabbard is more important. But, Merlin, if you ask me now, it is the sword. In the current situation, the sword of attack is more important."

Altria answered. In her heart at that moment, the sword was undoubtedly more important.

Davian understood her answer and knew it was the most appropriate answer. Merlin smiled and said no more words or questions.

"Actually, you can say that whether it is now or in the future, the scabbard is more important." Davian turned his head and glanced at Artoria before returning his gaze to the front.

"Because you already have my sword, I can be sharper than anyone else's and sweep away everything for you. No matter what kind of enemy it is, no matter what kind of armor it is, I can break it for you."

Davian said these somewhat childish words, but they were his true words. He would wipe out the disobedience for Altria, defeat the alien race, and turn into the hardest and sharpest sword.

"Okay, I know~" Artoria gently touched Davian's head with the scabbard. Davian turned around with a smile and happened to see Artoria's smiling face. The two looked at each other and then laughed.

Merlin just watched, as adventure stories should be. Davian is trying to do what he can do, and Artoria is trying to do what she can do. This is a very good story, a human story.

If someone really says that this is fine, and then plans to let it go, there is only one person.

Chapter 83 Pioneer

The news that King Arthur had obtained the Sword in the Lake spread throughout the kingdom, which once again brought joy to the people's hearts. Everyone is looking forward to King Arthur leading an army to attack Vortigern and bring a bright future to Britain.

The people were looking forward to such a future, and the knights were looking forward to achieving great military exploits in the upcoming war.

Everyone was ready to fight, and Davian and his First Legion were also ready. The time for battle was approaching, and they had to seize the time to prepare. Otherwise,

Finally, the season of revival has arrived. According to the previous task assignment, King Arthur announced to the whole of Britain that he would lead his army to embark on a journey to conquer Britain and wipe out the foreign races.

The First Legion, as the vanguard, rushed directly towards Vortigern and Lontinium.

This time, Davidian could sense that the atmosphere of the war was far different from before. On the march, small-scale ambushes, traps, and various obstacles emerged one after another.

The Saxons did everything they could to stop them, and they knew that once Vortigern, who had given them refuge, was defeated, their days on the island would be over.

Just like now, Davian was once again attacked by thousands of Saxons. He had encountered several waves of such attacks along the way.

After they entered the ambush circle, the Saxons charged with howling and assailed them with poisoned arrows, taking cover of woods or hills.

Although the First Legion was powerful, it still suffered about 200 deaths and about 300 serious and minor injuries under such an attack.

A Saxon howled and attacked Davian, and in response, Davian swung his arm violently, and the dark sword cut the Saxon's body, and his blood soaked the ground.

This was the twenty-seventh enemy Davian killed in this attack. As the sword ended, the Saxons howled and retreated from the battlefield again.

Nearly a thousand Saxon bodies were left at the scene, and their casualties were almost half.

But such attacks will come again, and these people will keep coming before the decisive battle with Vortigern. Davian's sword will also drink more alien blood and cut open more enemy bodies.

Tristan came to him and handed him a piece of cloth to wipe the blood on the sword. They had already begun to clean the battlefield. They could just pile up the enemy's corpses and burn them clean, but it was better to bury the corpses of their compatriots who died in battle.

"Wengenrib, how many brothers have we lost in this attack?" Davian asked.

"Thirty-seven were killed in the battle, and eighty-nine were wounded. Commander, according to this situation, even if the slightly wounded brothers can recover before we reach Lontinium, our number of men may be reduced to about 5,500."

Vincenrib had already counted the casualties, and Davian was silent. As expected, compared to the local kings who still adhered to the code of chivalry, these Saxons who had no way out were much crazier.

"Finish what needs to be done and continue marching. We cannot stop now. Even if we are only one person, we must reach the city of Lontinium. Since we have accepted this mission as the vanguard, we must open up a path for our king to move forward safely."

But Davian did not hesitate, he still insisted on moving forward, for those who were still alive, and for those brothers in the Legion who were forever sleeping in the earth.

Vortigern in Lontinium looked at the information in his hand and said to Anagumas beside him:

"It seems like we can't stop them. As expected, we should have let Risut lead his men to attack that guy named Davian, kill him, and take his holy sword. I'm afraid the situation would be better."

"Your Majesty, Risut can kill him, but he can't kill that damn red dragon. Even if that damn dragon rider dies, that red dragon will still raise its banner to resist you. This is an indisputable fact, and it is also a fate that you cannot resist."

Anagumas said beside him, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less dragon rider, as long as the red dragon is not crushed, then the white dragon Vortigern will only be suppressed, and there will be no long-cherished wish.

Vortigern fell into silence, and then he said: "The soldiers' decisive battle is outside the city, and my battle is in this palace. That's it, Anagumas."

"Of course, Your Majesty. It would be best if the soldiers could defeat the enemy, but once they were defeated. King Arthur entered Londinium and turned to street fighting.

The enemy will come straight to this palace, and you will fight him here. I will hold the dragon knight for you, and Lisout will hold Lancelot of France for you. After that, our mission will be over. "

Anagumas already understood his mission very well, and now it all depends on fate and reality.

"Is that so? Well, thank you for your companionship over the decades. Thank you for your hard work. Please also say this to Risotto for me."

After saying this, Vortigern closed his eyes, and a dark aura rose from his body.

The inhumanly huge magic power frightened Anagumas. Recently, Vortigern's power has increased so fast that it is beyond his support and imagination.

The moment of the decisive battle is indeed approaching, and my mission is about to end.

So he escaped from the darkness and said before leaving: "I will convey it to him, Your Majesty. Although I should be invisible, I still wish you can fulfill your lifelong wish."

At the same time, Artoria and the army she led headed towards Lontinium along the road opened up by Davian.

Compared to Davian who was the vanguard, their army had an easier time. After all, the Saxons had been defeated several times by Davian, and now they had to put in all their efforts just to stop Davian.