Davian Holy Grail War

I'm afraid they knew very well that starting a war at this inappropriate time had already angered the people. If they won the war in a despicable way, they would probably completely lose the support of the people.

This is also the reason why the situation under Altria is relatively peaceful at present, because Altria's reputation has won the support of the people, making law and order work relatively easy.

Davian and his men can also free up their hands to deal with various external enemies, instead of focusing on the endless security war. You have to know that if you are caught in the vast ocean of people, even the strongest force will be dragged down.

Tristan also came back at this critical moment, and his timely return made Davian breathe a sigh of relief.

"My brother Tristan, you have returned just in time."

Davian smiled and gave Tristan a hug. The two exchanged greetings and then returned to Davian's tent. At this time, both Tristan and Davian were in a good mood.

"After I get back this time, I want to introduce someone to you."

Tristan poured a glass of water for Davian. He looked quite happy, and it was obvious that something happy had happened to him.

When Davian heard this, he was naturally very happy. Tristan must have encountered something good, otherwise how could the sad prince who always said something like "I am sad" be so enthusiastic and proactive?

"Then I will be very happy. When we get back, please introduce me to the person you want me to meet."

Davian was of course very happy, but he still planned to focus on the current war.

Tristan certainly wasn't the kind of person who would let personal matters affect current events. He began to discuss the current military situation with Davian:

"I'm very sad - this time it's the coalition of the northern kings again, with a force ratio of one to four. Why do we always have to fight such a disadvantageous battle?"

"Why don't you say that more than a dozen kings united together just to suppress my king? My king alone has put such great pressure on the kings of the north. Isn't this an exaggeration?"

Davian expressed his opinion with a smile, and Tristan also laughed. After all, as the Knight King who was going to unify the whole of Britain, it was normal to feel this kind of pressure.

"Then, Gao Wenqing probably won't be able to participate in the battle this time, right?"

Tristan mentioned this aspect again. Being a sentimental person, he naturally thought of Gawain's difficulties early on. After all, he had to fight against his father and the army he was familiar with, so it must be difficult for him.

Davian nodded. This was the truth. When he discussed this with the king, he also considered that King Lot was Gawain's father, so he did not let Gawain participate in this battle.

This has nothing to do with Gawain's personal will. Even if he really wants to join the war, Davian and Altria will stop him.

And when he thought of King Lot, Davidian had already made up his mind. Anyway, something must be destroyed, so let the destruction come to the enemies of my king.

"So your timely return really relieved a lot of my stress. After all, Lancelot returned to France to deal with the issue of cross-strait trade, and Gawain and Gaheris could not participate in the war because of King Lot's problem.

This time there are only four of us, you, Bedivere and my king. The pressure on the front line will be great, can you handle it?"

Davitian also wanted to see what Sir Tristan was thinking now. After all, facing the current disadvantageous situation, even Tristan would feel pressured.

"Of course, for my king, for that lord's ideals, isn't it right for me as King Arthur's knight to step forward?

I, the Sorrowful Knight Tristan, will do my best in the next battle. It is just a coalition of northern kings, let us defeat them in one battle!"

Tristan opened his eyes, and the tenderness and poetry on his face completely faded, leaving only the coldness and strength of an iron-blooded knight.

As a knight of my king, he must now let those guys in the north know what is the destiny of Britain!

At the same time, in the coalition camp, King Lyons was feeling very proud and he had assembled so many troops just to avenge King Arthur.

Their military strength was four times that of the enemy, and there were fifteen powerful kings here. King Arthur had just defeated the remnants of Vortigern's army last year, and in his eyes, their victory this time was almost certain.

To be honest, they had also heard the rumor that Vortigern transformed into a dragon, and that only five people were able to defeat such a giant dragon.

But in their eyes, this was too much. They had seen many small magical beasts like the wyvern, but they still couldn't believe that a magical dragon could devour a fortress and summon dark clouds and heavy rain.

People have always been like this. If they have not seen it with their own eyes, they will never choose to believe the exaggerated facts.

"This time, we will definitely be able to defeat King Arthur and win. It will never be him who unifies all of Britain."

He believed that he could definitely defeat King Arthur this time and put an end to his legend of invincibility. How could there be such a thing as an undefeated person by destiny? Even if there was, he would definitely be defeated by them.

King Lot smiled beside him. He could already guess what King Liens was thinking at this moment. But he didn't mind, so he let King Liens be the leader.

Anyway, he didn't have to bear the main responsibility, that was all. But he didn't know that someone in the opposite camp had already set his sights on his life.

That man has decided that no matter what the cost, he must kill King Lot in this battle.

Finally, the battle between the two sides is about to begin after Artoria's arrival.

Chapter 96 Duel

"It seems they can't wait." Looking at the well-organized coalition forces over there, Artoria smiled. She had only been here for two days, and the other side was already so impatient.

Really, I have to use a complete failure to teach the northern kings a lesson later.

"Wars always happen faster, but preparations for wars often take a long time, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Bedivere was right beside my king. He had been working hard for a long time for this battle and was exhausted. He also hoped that he could win the battle this time and completely subdue the kings of the north.

King Liens rode his war horse to the front, and he shouted: "Please come out, King Arthur, I want to have a little chat with you."

Arturia would not refuse this normal request, and she drove her beloved horse, Don Stallion, to the front of the battle line. King Liens, the leader of the northern kings, and King Arthur, the most powerful king in the south, met at this moment.

"I should have met you last time, King Liens. You don't look much older than me."

Altria smiled, and the last time she mentioned was of course the battle at Kemred.

In that battle, Davian and the Kingdom Army of Kemred directly drove Lions out. So Altria had never met King Lions, and this was the first time they met.

"I am about the same age as you, so a war between you and me might be quite suitable. In fact, I envy you sometimes. Although you don't have many troops now, your subjects are very united under your rule.

This advantage is not available in the north. If you fight alone, I am afraid that there is no king in the whole of Britain who can suppress you now."

It was true that King Liens wanted to seek revenge, but he also truly admired Altria. Altria was capable of achieving this point from nothing.

Artoria nodded in response to the compliment, but then she said: "In that case, do you still want to gather the coalition forces to fight me? King Liens, you are also the kind of person who will not stop until you see the end. People."

"Of course, I wouldn't be myself if I didn't do something. We can lose, but we can't surrender without a fight. That would be a disgrace to the dignity of a king."

King Lions' expression was quite serious. He could lose, but he could not avoid fighting. This was his dignity as a king.

"There's no point in saying so much, just let your army come." After saying this, the two of them turned their horses around and returned to their own army.

The next moment, King Lions raised his sword and swung it down violently, and the huge Northern Allied Forces rushed directly towards King Arthur's army.

This time they gave up on tactics and chose to use the simplest human wave tactics to crush King Arthur's army. As long as they could win, even if it was three for one, they would not suffer any loss.

This is the advantage of fifteen kings forming an alliance. They have strong financial resources and can build up their army as much as they can. Even if there are sacrifices, they can still bear it.

When he saw the sudden attack tactics adopted by the kings, Wen Qinlibu's face turned dark. He really wanted to curse these birdmen for actually using such tactics. This is ridiculous. Doesn’t it force them to respond with the same tactics?

"Captain, take the three large companies and go for the kill! Use all your strength and fight with the most powerful momentum."

Wen Qinlibu chose to stay and command the rest of the First Legion, but due to the number of people, Davian could only lead three large companies to carry out the assault mission this time. This situation was really bad for them.

"Just leave it to me." Without hesitation, David led his three companies of soldiers into the enemy camp.

Every time he swung his sword, he would take the lives of several people. The number of enemies was not a problem for him. The soldiers of the three large companies swung their axes, and every swing of the axes would bring about the spilling of blood.

Then a golden light rushed into the coalition position. This golden light was Altria wielding the holy spear. Her holy spear pierced the chest of one knight after another.

Her own knights followed behind her and continued to charge forward, clearing out every enemy on the way. The two sides had just begun fighting when the battle had already reached its climax.

They all poured out their strength without reservation, vowing to defend everything they stood for with the swords in their hands.

Bedivere followed behind Altria, protecting his rear and left and right wings so that he could devote himself to the attack.

The knights on King Arthur's side are truly united at this time. Whether their comrades are still there or not will not affect their determination to fight. They will now fight with King Arthur to the end.

King Lions only now understood how exaggerated Altria was. The way this man wielded the holy spear was so holy that ordinary enemies could not last more than a single round in his hands. They would be stabbed off their horses in just one encounter.

This is not a person at all, but a giant dragon wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

He is more terrifying than Davian. At least Davian, who can only rely on his two legs, is now heavily surrounded, and it would be quite difficult for him to break through their line.

King Arthur riding on Don Stallion was like a lawnmower on the battlefield. He had already penetrated the huge line of the coalition forces and began to slowly adjust his speed, preparing to turn around and fire another shot at them.

The kings understood that they had to push forward with their own guards now. Otherwise, if they gave Artoria a little more time, he would probably plow the entire coalition line over and over again like plowing the land.

However, faced with obstruction from the guards led by the kings, Artoria could no longer maintain the same speed as at the beginning.

But the gap still exists, these people still can't threaten his safety. Now it has become the most basic endurance competition, it depends on whether King Arthur kills the coalition army first, or the coalition army kills King Arthur's army first.

King Lot still did not join the battle. He was not in a hurry. Even if he really wanted to see King Arthur's head chopped off, it was not the time.

At this time, King Arthur's spirit and energy were still at their peak, and his physical strength was not completely exhausted. He could wait for a while, until the kings had finished fighting with him, and then find an opportunity to kill them.

Davidian was constantly advancing at this time. He completely released the anger that had been pent up in his heart and turned into a berserker, fighting among the crowd.

The enemies in front of him would even subconsciously stay away from him. They were afraid, afraid of the crazy Davian. If they were hit by him, they would probably be beheaded in an instant.

Finally, when the distance was almost the same, Davian roared angrily:

"King Lot, you bastard, you shameless coward! I want to fight you one on one. I won't use the holy sword! I will only use my personal strength to fight you! You coward, do you dare? Do you dare to fight me head on?"

Chapter 97 Broken Spine

This was a vicious curse that was almost pointed at one's nose. Everyone on the battlefield heard this roar, and even the most good-tempered people would draw their swords to fight to the death after hearing such words.

Not to mention someone like King Lot, whose dignity and pride would not allow him to tolerate such an insult.

Not to mention that Davian has already said that he will not use the holy sword, which means that he will fight him with the strength of an ordinary person.

This was a rare opportunity. They all knew that without the Holy Sword, Davian's strength was only that of an ordinary person. If they could kill Davian in this battle, it would be a head-on blow to King Arthur's forces.

"Give me the sword!" King Lot stretched out his hand, and the servant beside him immediately handed him the sword.

King Lot rode forward, and the soldiers on both sides made way for them.

A one-on-one duel is sacrosanct at all times.

If anyone resorts to trickery and schemes at this time, that person will surely be despised by the whole of Britain.

Davian slammed the Dark Sword into the ground, and his transformation automatically dispelled.

Ryan, the captain of the second company, handed him a battle axe. Davian tried it out and found it was a good weapon. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was thick and durable.

"In the name of God, this will surely be a duel of epic proportions."

Winchenrib also saw this scene. It was a rare sight. The King of Orkney versus King Arthur's dragon rider. I'm afraid there will never be another battle like this again.

King Lot dismounted, took off his cloak and drew his greatsword, while Davian held the battle axe tightly with both hands.

The next moment, the two men rushed towards each other, and the battle axe and the greatsword collided fiercely. The strength of both sides was now evenly matched, and everyone held their breath to see how this duel would turn out.

King Roth's advantages are his abundant physical strength and rich experience. He believes that as long as he makes good use of his advantages, it will not be a problem to bring down Davian.

This time, Davian did not use his usual sword, so he could not fully utilize his sword skills. However, the battle axe combined with his current momentum gave others a strong sense of threat.

If he was not careful, King Lot would probably be chopped in half by this battle axe.

Davit had no intention of conserving his strength. He gave up probing and feinting, and tried to overwhelm King Lot with the most ferocious and violent attack.

King Lot dodged and defended cautiously, not giving Davian a chance to succeed. But even so, he still felt frightened enough, as every strike from Davian was as fierce as if he was going to split him in half, sword and body.

However, he believed that fierceness would not last long, and Davidian's current fierce attack would definitely be exhausted.

Davian is not a person like Gawain who is born extraordinary. As long as he can hold on now, King Lot believes that he will definitely win.

As expected, Davian's axe swing gradually slowed down. King Lot knew he had a chance, and he exerted his strength to force Davian back with several consecutive chops.

For a moment, Davian couldn't fight back and could only defend himself.

Finally, King Lot found the opportunity he wanted. Because his arm was weak, Davian was forced to take a big step back by his chop.

Because of this retreat, his abdomen was exposed to a huge flaw. King Lot clenched his two swords and stabbed Davian in the middle with the fastest stab.

If this attack hits, it will definitely injure Davian severely, and he can also further win the duel.

Blood spurted from Davian's waist, and King Lot's sword cut open Davian's left waist. But just when King Lot thought Davian would retreat, Davian, with full anger, rushed forward with a big step!

Davian let King Lot's sword, which was gradually getting wider, hurt his waist. He let go of his battle axe, grabbed King Lot's sword with one hand, and came to him at the fastest speed.

At this moment, he punched King Roth in the face with his most powerful punch, causing his nose to bleed.

A strong feeling of dizziness and severe pain rushed directly to the top of King Lot's head. The body's instinctive reaction made him burst into tears and he could not control his body's condition for a while.

And Davidian would not give him any extra time to react. He loosened his grip on King Lot's sword and hit King Lot's face with his left and right hands alternately, making him unable to resist.

Finally, when King Lot completely lost the ability to react and let go of the sword in his hand, Davian rushed behind him and raised it high above his head.

He roared and threw King Roth down violently, using his knee to break King Roth's most critical spine, severely injuring him!

Instantly, the great pain made King Lot let out a wail that echoed throughout the battlefield. When those people looked over here, they saw that King Lot, whose spine was shattered, had been thrown to the ground by Davian.

King Lot is not dead yet, but it is no different from being dead.

King Lot, who fell to the ground, could no longer speak. He could only whimper and moan, like a poor man with a lemon stuffed in his mouth.