The King of Elden does not die alone!

According to the initial speculation, Artoria should not have met Vortigern here.

Is it because the variable Mia was inserted in the middle?

However, Merlin didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

It is precisely because of such uncontrollable developments that there is enough fun to watch.

The unknown and randomness are the most wonderful things.

"Vortigern..." Altria also silently recited the name.

The mere title of 'the despicable king who led the Ansa to invade Britain' was full of oppression.

"That will be your nemesis, and also your uncle," Merlin said.

Artoria understood that if she wanted to take back the land of the British, she must defeat Vortigern.

"Is he the next one to face?"

The girl inquired.

Merlin shook his head: "No, you should leave here as soon as possible, the farther the better."

"Why?" Altria frowned.

To Artoria, who had no idea what was going on, Merlin's words were undoubtedly full of defeatism.

"Because I... no, you are not ready yet." Merlin explained: "Vortigern's power is not comparable to your current strength."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Altria said stubbornly.

"If you want to fight Vortigern, you must at least unleash the power of the Sword in the Stone."

This point touched Altria's sore spot.

Ever since leaving Anglesey, the Sword in the Stone in his hand has never emitted golden light again.

The only thing that makes people sleepless than having no hope is the hope that seems to be within reach but is actually out of reach.

"Then I can't escape either."

Altria said this in a bad attitude, tightly grasped the scabbard, and walked away without looking back.

"Oh my," Merlin smiled bitterly.

He shouldn't have said anything wrong, right?

Altria was clearly not like this before.

Merlin stroked his chin, thinking about the reason.

I kind of miss the little Altria who had no temper.

No, at that time, she was still known as Artorius, Kai's younger brother and attendant.

Hmm...is that the reason?

Now, Artoria is a young knight, has she awakened the female in her heart?

Alas, if I continue like this, I will just become an ordinary girl, and I will never be able to become a rational king.

While Merlin was scratching his head, the people around him were not idle.

By hanging the Onsa, Egede restored order to the people.

Under his command, the survivors buried the victims hastily.

If the people before still held on to some kind of luck, thinking that they knew about the arrival of the Angsa people in advance and that they had tricked the Angsa people by leaving the village, so they could leisurely walk to the city with their families and their heavy belongings.

Then, this sudden raid was undoubtedly a whip of death in the hands of the slave owners.

Who are the slaves? Is that even a question?

With the Grim Reaper chasing after them, no one can care about the property lost in the battle.

After leaving a mess behind, the team set out again.

People discovered a path leading deep into the forest, and it was from this path that the Angsa people emerged.

He dodged the scouts who were exploring the way ahead and launched a surprise attack on the team.

Although the scouts could find out whether there were any threats on the main roads ahead and behind, their manpower was too limited and their reconnaissance could not even cover such forest trails.

The actions of Mia and her three companions won them extremely high prestige among the villagers. Of course, as one of the main forces fighting against the Ansa people, Artoria was not treated unfairly at all.

It’s just that the noise made by Altria and the others wasn’t as big as that made by Mia.

She did not call herself an angel to appease the people, as she had done on Anglesey.

She always explained that she was not a Catholic angel, but just a magician, but she couldn't stand people asking her questions all the time.

It was as if every one of the three hundred or so people had to come and ask.

These were the people who were going to be in close contact with Mia, the people who were going to travel with her, day and night for days on end.

It was different from the villagers on Anglesey who were destined to only meet once.

Mia doesn't have the nerve to be loved by people with a name that she doesn't believe in and can't represent.

In the afternoon, scouts reported approaching a castle.

When Egede set out yesterday, he sent a cavalryman with his letter to the castle to warn the knights there.

Before the long team approached the castle's white lime-painted walls, people heard the sound of horns coming from the castle.

The soldiers stood on the castle wall, looking down at this unusual team.

"There's someone I know in there..." The soldiers whispered to each other, "He's the groom who often comes here to deliver food."

"Aged!" The fat knight with a white beard who was stationed in the castle appeared on the top of the city wall with his hands on his hips, without wearing any armor.

He leaned out half of his body and looked around. "God bless you, Master Egede! I am so glad to see that you are okay. Your messenger told me everything."

Egede reined in his horse and stood in front of the city gate. He shouted, "Good afternoon, Lord Adlan. I am happy to see you look so good. Speaking of my messenger, did he tell you that the invading army was Vortigern's?!"

"Vortigern?!"

Knight Adelan's expression in the castle changed: "You didn't mention this in your letter!"

Of course, it is impossible for a letter that was sent last night to contain information that was only known this morning.

"Look at my people, my lord. If we hadn't encountered the surprise attack of the Ansa mopping-up team on the way, they wouldn't be so dejected." Egede explained: "We learned the news from the captives."

"Oh, um..." Adlan's beard trembled, and his lips hidden under the white beard moved.

Who doesn't know the name of Vortigern? High King Uther died in a decisive battle with him.

Adlan's voice retreated from the top of the wall. His soldiers watched him pace anxiously. After a moment, he poked his head out again: "Do you want to come in and rest for a while?"

"No!" Egede waved his hand from a distance under the city wall: "I'm going to the city. Only the king has the ability to organize defense."

Adlan said: "Well, I wish you good luck!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Adlan." Eggard bent slightly on his horse and touched his chest as a salute.

The castle is not big. As a purely military facility, its size is not as big as a village.

"When I see His Majesty, I will do my best to get reinforcements for you!"

The knights of a castle are not the same as the knights of a village.

Most castles are located in important strategic locations, like the one in front of you.

Surrounded on both sides by dense forests, the castle sat on a natural hill, guarding the road to the capital of the small kingdom.

Therefore, they could not abandon their fiefdoms and lead their people to flee like the village knights.

The knight in this position is undoubtedly a close confidant of the king who is highly valued by the king.

In the era when the feudal system was not yet perfected, the five-level nobility system in Europe had not yet been formed.

As knights with fiefs, they must serve the king for generations, and the difference in official positions in the army or the court is the only classification of knights.

For example, the Knight Adelan in the castle was ordered to garrison the castle. As an officer, he commanded an elite standing army for the king.

And what about Sir Egede? He did not have as many soldiers as Adlan, and as an archon, he managed a village and the garrison in the village.

"Lord Adelan, those Ansa people are very barbaric! If no reinforcements come, at least you have to protect yourself. You must leave yourself a way out. There is always a place for you at His Majesty's round table!"

"I understand, Master Egede!" Adlan waved his hand on the city wall.

"Take care!" Egede said goodbye to Adlan.

The team continued on their journey.

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Chapter 90. A strange misunderstanding about the sword in the stone

The city's name is Lancaster.

The name of this city comes from a combination of Celtic and Latin, meaning castle by the river.

Unlike Bangor, Lancaster was already a sizeable settlement when the Romans still ruled Britain.

It has towering rock and concrete walls and towers made of the same material.

The Romans liked white and red, white being the color of marble and red representing Rome.

Therefore, the cities they built were mostly white and red, with white walls and red tiles.

Even without marble, the Romans would paint the walls of their houses with white lime.

The Britons inherited the legacy left by the Romans, and the island was ruled by the Romans for three hundred years. Although the Romans also regarded it as Roman land, it was different from the Anglo-Saxons.

They brought more than just conquest.

In the era when polytheism was still prevalent, the Romans worshipped British gods, turned British villages into cities, and built a long wall to defend against the Picts in the north.

On the two-sided gold coin, one side was the Roman emperor and the other side was the goddess of Britain.

In Wales and Cornwall, people see themselves as guardians of the Roman heritage.

Egede's messenger had already informed the king of their arrival.

The soldiers opened the gates, and Egede led his people into the city.

The king's envoys rode on horses to greet Egged behind the gate.

"Please follow me, Sir Egede. His Majesty has read your letter."

"I am overwhelmed by your majesty's magnanimity." Egede lowered his head and said humbly.

This is not a victory.

Those who walked into the city stared at the residents, and no one, whether villagers or soldiers, raised their heads.

People in Lancaster were talking about it.

They are worried that these "refugees" will squeeze their living space, and everything in the city should be planned.

The city built by the Romans was like a chessboard. The British who inherited this legacy had no idea of ​​breaking this fine tradition. The city had carefully planned which houses should be built and when, who should live in them, and which area should be used for what.

The sudden influx of so many refugees will definitely disrupt the original life patterns of the indigenous people.

How to accommodate these people will be a big problem for the king.

The officials led more than 300 people around in winding paths on the neatly organized streets.

The city was much larger than Bangor, with a population perhaps closer to 10,000.

Moreover, sensoryly, the large number of brick, stone and concrete buildings make people feel the presence of civilization more than Bangor's civil engineering buildings.

Wilden closed his eyes and took a breath of the city air.