The King of Elden does not die alone!

But he always uses uncertain words such as "probably" and "should" to explain.

There was nothing else to do in the castle.

Visit? Forget it. A thousand people filled the castle so crowded that the soldiers had countless things to do, such as maintaining weapons, equipment, and drills.

There were few commoners except Adlan's wife and attendants.

These days were anxious and unbearable for almost everyone. As the days passed, even Mia was infected by the restlessness here.

Well, especially Altria.

The little girl was extremely excited.

With nervousness and anticipation, she would always go up to the tower, and sometimes sit there all day.

You have to keep an eye on the Angsa people in the distance almost all the time.

From here, anyone with a keen eye could easily see the camps.

It is said to be a camp.

In fact, it is just a bunch of simple tents of different colors, which makes people doubt whether they can even shelter from wind and rain.

As for siege equipment?

Basically, there are only the most basic things.

Ladders and siege vehicles carried upwards by people.

As for the trebuchet?

Those barbarians don't have that kind of patience.

They like attacks like fire, and as long as the fire is not extinguished, everything that stands in their way will be burned to ashes.

But once they encounter 'water', they will suffer a total defeat.

In the eyes of the Ansa, the British were a weak race. They were not as good at fighting as themselves, but they possessed a lot of good land and wealth.

but,

'Their good days are coming to an end.'

Looking at the Ansa camp in the distance, Artoria thought, holding the Sword in the Stone in her hand.

As for Kai.

He looked much calmer, as if trying to make himself appear more mature and reliable so as to be better prepared for the real big scene that was to come.

Since no one had given him any official position, he got along well with the soldiers.

Kai was a knight after all, so the officers knew to respect him as soon as they saw his armor.

But if you pay more attention to his eyes, you can see his nervousness from his gaze that was looking up at the southern sky from time to time.

On the third day of the siege.

The sentinels blew their horns early in the morning, and the Ansa people prepared to attack the city.

Chapter 1. Besieged City ()

Their loose formation appeared outside the castle.

The British had already climbed to the top of the city wall, holding their weapons and staring closely at the invaders.

A feeling of restlessness is spreading.

Just because of the black figure in the center of the loose Ansa army formation.

Vortigern.

Vortigern is not black, but the armor that the man is wearing is black.

Hundreds of meters away, out of reach of arrows, the man sat on a luxurious throne, which was placed on a carriage.

No, it's not a carriage.

The thing pulling the cart was not a horse or a cow, but a huge red reptile.

A kind of lizard covered with horned scales, as long as a moose, undoubtedly a fantasy species.

The British soldiers were talking among themselves.

Merlin's prophecy tells the British that the white dragon will try to destroy Britain, while the red dragon will stop the white dragon.

And now.

It looks like the 'Red Dragon' is pulling the cart for the 'White Dragon'?

This may be the future of the British people.

"Silence!" Anthony's face looked unhappy.

He shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the half of the city wall facing the Ansars.

Obviously, in a world with fantasy species, the warriors are also extraordinary.

"Ballista!" he yelled.

The Ansa people were far away from the maximum range of bows and arrows, and even the crossbows seemed very weak at such a distance.

But it doesn’t mean you can’t hit it.

The herald beside him waved the flag, and the crossbow on the tower decisively made a loud and clear sound.

Mia was right next to the crossbow. When the double-bowed crossbow shot arrows, the vibration of the crossbow strings was no less than the sound of drums.

The crossbow arrow, as long as a spear, flew towards Vortigern.

'Whoosh—'

The crossbow arrow flew past Vortigern about one meter away, creating a gust of wind, and hit a cavalryman next to him. The crossbow arrow, containing huge kinetic energy, hit the horse's chest from the front, piercing through the internal organs. In an instant, it entered from the chest and then came out from the abdomen.

The horse died without a sound, throwing the Ansa warrior on its back to the ground.

With a loud bang, the Ansa soldiers who had witnessed the power of the crossbow scattered to the side, trying to evacuate this dangerous distance, but Vortigern just raised his fist, and within a breath, the Ansa people quieted down and retreated in an orderly manner.

No one dared to challenge Vortigern's authority. As a Briton, Vortigern was able to become the King of England not by betraying his compatriots.

The giant lizard dragging the throne walked towards the castle.

After a while, they separated from the main force of the Ansa people.

'What is he going to do? '

The people in the castle all had the same question in their minds, and they just held their weapons tightly.

Antony did not allow the ballista to continue firing.

He wanted to see what Vortigern was up to.

After all, Vortigern's slow walk toward the castle alone could be considered an act of chivalry.

Several arrows missed the red lizard's feet.

"Stop! King, what are you doing here?" Anthony shouted.

From this distance, you can roughly see Vortigern's appearance.

but...

Well, I can't tell, he's wearing a helmet.

The armor gave Mia the illusion of being the Lich King Arthas.

In this way, Vortigern, whose life was dark, as the truth should be, exudes a dangerous aura like all the big villains in the universe.

Vortigern, who was alone and far away from the army, came to the foot of the city and spoke.

"If you surrender, I will let you live." It was that simple, no preface, no greeting, he simply stated his request.

Vortigern's voice was that of an old man, with nothing special about it and a bit of hoarseness.

There was a strange magic in his voice. His volume did not sound loud at all, but it seemed that everyone who was watching him in the entire castle could hear it clearly.

"The red dragon of Britain has surrendered to me. Your resistance is meaningless!"

He said.

Artoria hid among the soldiers, looking down between the battlements at Vortigern.

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

That person is King Bie, who will be her nemesis, but at the same time, her uncle.

That hideous black armor,

Finally, she knew what kind of existence the other person was, and it didn't feel good at all.

It is always better to imagine a bad thing than to experience a bad thing.

But Altria will not run away. If he wants to come, then let him come.

For more than ten years,

There was silence behind the city wall for a moment.

Afterwards, Anthony brought consensus among all the British soldiers.

"mine!"

He yelled.

No one could see Vortigern's expression beneath his helmet.

All I saw was the cart pulled by the lizard taking two steps back, then it turned around and returned to the Ansa army.

That moment is coming.

"Catapult!" Anthony shouted. "Load!"

"Trebuckle, reload!"

On the city wall, which was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, the only sound was the turning of gears.

The British soldiers inserted V-shaped quivers into their sophisticated weapons. Two loaders used levers to twist the gears on both sides of the crossbow. When the crossbow string reached the final position and the gears encountered resistance, a crossbow arrow would fall into the groove of the crossbow due to gravity.

The aimer aimed the crossbow's sights at the Ansa people in the distance.

The trumpet sounded.

The Ansa formation began to move, and a group of heavily armed soldiers wearing scale armor and chain mail carried ladders and iron-clad wooden stakes to break down the city wall and walked towards the city wall.

They were divided into groups of twelve, carrying ladders and wooden stakes together. They were not completely without protection. In front of the soldiers carrying the ladders, there were people pushing tall shield carts.

These shield carts were made by the Ansa people themselves and were made of wooden boards. Some were covered with leather and some were painted.

Standing on the castle tower is like overlooking a group of ants carrying food towards you.

In response to the Ansa's advance, the castle's ballistas fired.

The loader only needs to withstand the resistance of the bowstring being pulled to the highest point by the mechanism, and then push the lever once more, and the mechanism will trigger the firing mechanism of the crossbow.

After the long crossbow arrow was shot out, they continued to turn the lever, the gear rotated, and drove the crossbow string backwards.

A crossbow arrow will fall from the "magazine" again.

This greatly increased the firing rate of the crossbow, and they could fire at least five powerful crossbow arrows every minute.

And, without losing progress.

The shield carts of the Ansa people could not stop the flying crossbow arrows, and they would always be pierced through easily.

Immediately afterwards, the crossbow arrows that penetrated the wooden boards would penetrate the armor of the people behind and pierce the arrowheads into their bodies.

It cannot be said that heavy armor is completely useless.

At least it can prevent the crossbow arrow, whose kinetic energy has been attenuated by the shield car, from penetrating the second person.

It is undeniable that the shield carts obstructed the sight of the crossbow shooters.

As a result, only about one-third of the crossbow arrows were able to kill the Ansa carrying siege equipment, and the rest either hit the shield carts at tricky angles or failed to achieve any effect after penetrating the shield carts.

Both the British and the Anglo-Saxons were silent. The war cry had not yet appeared, or rather, it had not yet been heard by the British.

It’s like if you close your eyes, everything in front of you will no longer exist.