The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Altria bit her lower lip and said nothing. She looked up and was about to complain when she saw that Merlin had stopped smiling.

"Menechel is definitely on your side, but because of that, if one day your will goes against Camelot, or even elects a new king to drive you away, he will not hesitate to start a rebellion." Merlin sat down in the seat before Menechel, folded his hands under his chin, and said in a deep voice different from usual: "Menechel, he is a loyal subject who belongs to you alone."

Altria listened to Merlin's words and did not respond for a long time.

If she had died before King Uther on the road to restoration of her kingdom, perhaps Menechel would have immediately rebelled?

She couldn't help but think, closing her eyes, a sharp light gradually emerged in Altria's eyes.

"That's enough," she said, with a tone that was no less confident than Menachere's. "He's mine alone, and that's enough."

Merlin took it all in and sighed inwardly.

In the end, nothing changed, and everything developed boringly according to the established trajectory.

"Really?" Merlin's smile returned to his face. "As a teacher, I am very pleased that my disciples get along well with each other."

Meanwhile, Menechel, who was the subject of the conversation, felt a little annoyed at leaving - if only he had simply ignored Merlin and spoken out his words.

Menachere sighed and could only wait for the next time.

But Menechel's "next time for sure" was destined to be postponed indefinitely, because that very night, the news that the King of the North had joined forces with the other three kings to launch a rebellion reached Artoria's desk.

As agreed, Menechel was sent to quell the rebellion.

This is a big chapter.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39: One and a half months of this two-month war was spent on the road

2023-07-29

The destination is Badlin.

Although it was an unfamiliar place name, fortunately, Menechel did not need to worry about leading the way. Artoria kept her promise and dispatched Agrigen to lead the way.

Although this gloomy man who looked older than Minasel made Minasel feel a little uncomfortable, Minasel, just as he said, confidently handed over his freedom to the other party.

It seems that in order to persuade Menechel not to torture the more than two hundred knights under her command, Artoria specially dispatched another foot knight group to set off with Menechel. As for the mounted knights, Yulan Mark led the way to the front.

It is said that there are only 300 knights in the knightly order, but there are actually 1,000 knights fighting with the army. 700 soldiers are far behind the team. In the siege that may come in the future, these soldiers will be the cannon fodder with priority.

Menechel yawned a little bored. Although it was not the first time he went out with the army, this long journey still made Minechel feel very painful.Sometimes more than half of a two-month battle is spent on the road.

"Are you tired, Sir Menechel? Please mount your replacement horse if necessary."

The stamina of horses is not long, so a regular knight will always wear two or three war horses as backup.

Menechel looked over and saw a majestic white horse. Looking up, he saw a blond knight with a sunny smile looking at him inquiringly. Unlike Aggruwen whom he had just met, Menechel had a good impression of this knight on a white horse who seemed to be bathed in sunshine. He seemed to be one of the first few people who accompanied Altria on her journey to become a king.

It was called an order of foot knights, but there were also a few traitors on horseback.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gao Wen." Menachel barely managed to call out the other person's name, his voice still lazy: "I just feel a little bored from the long journey."

Menechel didn't want to admit that he couldn't ride a horse - long before the expedition, Artoria had given Menechel a warhorse. But when Menechel sat on it, the black horse, which looked extraordinary at first glance, immediately fell to its knees, and the same result occurred even after he took off his armor.

It was not until then that Menichel realized that even if he did not actively release the pressure, the "horse pressure" would still exist, and he would have to walk all his life.

"Please support me one more time. As the commander, Sir Menechel must keep his spirits up at all times."

Are you teaching me to do things?

Menechel raised his eyebrows. Gawain's calm tone would not offend anyone, but Menechel wanted to find something to relieve his boredom.

But at this time, Gawain jumped off the horse, took the reins, and walked beside Menechel, leading the white horse. As if he saw that Menechel could not ride a horse, he did not invite him to ride with him. Gawain smiled at Menechel's puzzled eyes and said, "Since you are bored, I will accompany you on the journey, Sir Menechel."

That smile, as bright as the sun in the sky, probably perfectly fits every girl's fantasy of a prince. Menachel, who was hiding beside the sun like a deep shadow, looked away in boredom.

As expected, Altria attracted people with the same temperament as her. However, Menachel was not in the mood to chat now.

I don't know what's going on with Lanmarok, and I probably haven't been to the battlefield... But at least it's much faster than here, and I can only go back to meet Artoria after quelling the rebellion.

However, Gao Wen continued to speak without hesitation, looking for a few topics from time to time.Although he knew nothing about political contests, Menechel also knew that this was Gawain testing his attitude.Compared with the veterans around King Arthur, Menechel, a new member, looked extremely eye-catching.

Perhaps it was because of Menechel's previous record of defecting from King Gwyn that he took the initiative to indirectly question Menechel's loyalty to Artoria.

Menechel didn't know, but he also chatted with Gawain casually. Gawain, who seemed to be immune to social phobia, didn't care about Menechel's attitude of killing time, and sincerely invited Menechel to go drinking with him after the war.

Of course, Menechel did not dare to accept the invitation immediately, but just said perfunctorily, "I will definitely go when I have time."

"Oh, Lord Menachere."

Just like the previous time he started the conversation, he started with "By the way", as if he just remembered something. But Menechel, who was always on guard against Gawain, immediately became alert.

He guessed that Gawain was probably going to ask about King Gwyn.

Sure enough, an embarrassed smile appeared on Gao Wen's face, and he said shyly, "If it's not convenient to say it, you can just ignore my question, Sir Menechel's sword, there are rumors that it was used It was forged from the remains of a dragon, can you tell me where there is a dragon? I also want to forge a dragon sword."

"Uh"

Menechel was a little dumbfounded. He didn't know how to start for a moment. You, Gawain, had laid so much groundwork before, and Menechel had thought of so many ways to respond, but in the end you just asked where the dragon was?

Are you really afraid that I'd be bored and come here to chat with me?

Why have I just been fighting a battle of wits with the air?

Menechel looked at Gawain with a strange look. In a sense, this guy was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Gawain felt a little uncomfortable under Menechel's gaze. Perhaps he misunderstood the meaning of Menechel's gaze and smiled embarrassedly: "If it's inconvenient, you don't have to say it."

"It's not that it's inconvenient, it's just that the process is a bit long."

Gawain's good-natured character made Menechel at a loss as to how to respond. Even when facing nobles, Menechel, who could respond rudely in the past, now hesitated and didn't know how to start.

"That's good. Let's talk about it together at the celebration ceremony after we get back. It will surely be a blessing to pair it with wine."

Gao Wen's tone was firm, as if he was certain that he would win perfectly this time.

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Regarding the questions asked by some group friends, here is an explanation.

Menechel's body is now closer to a dragon than a human. He only knows how to chop with the sword, relying mainly on his physical strength, so the corresponding weapon is a heavy sword, and with his powerful strength he can lift the sword with one hand.

To make an inappropriate analogy, Minashel's repair ability can be simply understood as repairing damage by constricting life force. If the brain and heart are not directly damaged, they can be restored - but the more they are used, the faster they die.

In addition, the first volume is not even halfway through.

No inspiration, let’s make a transition in the first chapter of water

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40: Who will stop killing in this era of great strife?

2023-07-29

Badlin is the largest area around Camelot. On this endless plain stands the lone fortress of Biloo. As an important fortress bordering the fiefdom of the Bie King, the strength of Biloo's walls is second only to the holy city of Camelot.

But at this time, the situation in Billu City was worse than Menechel had expected.

In the pitch-black mountains, one could just barely see the soldiers stationed on the plain through the dim lights of the army camp. It was obvious that the Bi Lu army was not idle enough to station outside the city and come up with some "keep the enemy out" strategy. These endless military tents were all rebels.

Menechel's eyes narrowed slightly. The chain reaction caused by Tu's quick action of killing all the nobles in Camelot was more serious than he had imagined. But his eyes quickly passed over the rebel camp and fell on the fortress in front.

Under the cover of night, the Bilu City was silent, but the city walls were brightly lit. Soldiers could be vaguely seen moving back and forth on the walls. Although the noise was huge and the soldiers wandering back and forth would occasionally look out, giving the enemies outside a feeling of being under constant surveillance, it inevitably sounded a bit bluffing.

There are not many guards in Galo City.And the atmosphere on the tower is already so tense, it is conceivable how depressing the atmosphere in the city is.

If calculated based on the standing military strength of the city of Camelot, it is roughly estimated that the number of rebels is more than ten times that of the defenders. If the city gate is breached, it can almost be regarded as a war of annihilation. The soldiers defending the city, including the knights among them, will not survive. It is a test of life and death for the city defenders, and the pressure is indeed overwhelming.

You must enter the city quickly, otherwise the city may throw itself into the city due to excessive pressure.

Menechel made an accurate judgment, but he immediately frowned - could it be that Lanmarok's cavalry had not yet sent reinforcements?

"It seems we are not late." Gawain showed a happy expression. In his sight, all the torches on the towers of Bilu City were lit, illuminating the area near the city wall as bright as day.

"But I don't know how Lord Lanmarok managed to bypass the enemy and enter the city."

Gawain looked at the endless rebels and couldn't help but sigh. Menechel glanced at Gawain lightly. He didn't want to explain to Gawain the cause of the trouble, and he didn't know the answer to his question just now.

Although he had a deep understanding of the current situation, it would be a bit too much to ask Menichel to think of a way out of it. Fortunately, there were professional personnel here.

Facing Menechel's gaze, Aggwin stepped out of the queue and walked behind Menechel and Gawain.Gao Wen looked at Agguiwen with some surprise, but Agguiwen lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Minashel, who saw that the two had a special relationship, did not intend to delve into it. He was the first to speak and break the strange silence among the three people: "Lord Agguiwen, if you were the commander, how would you break through this blockaded desperate situation?"

Agguiwen only raised his head at this time, and he looked at Menicher with some surprise, as if he did not expect that Menicher would ask for his opinion on such an issue.

But despite his surprise, this mature young man who looked much older than his actual age still spoke: "Weaken the enemy's strength, make them panic, and then break through the siege in one go."

Simply put, it means to attack head-on.

Upon hearing this, Menichel raised the corner of his mouth with some interest. Aguguiwen's plan was quite to his liking - but Menichel also knew that he could only be an enemy of a thousand people at most, and the rebels here numbered at least ten thousand.

Gawain seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Menachere. He continued to ask with interest: "What are your specific ideas?"

"Here, the water sources in the Baiderin Plain are all stagnant. We can throw the bodies of animals and dead soldiers into the water to pollute the water source. There is a tributary of the Shanren River behind the Biloo City, so it will not be affected. However, we will also suffer greater losses here as we are about to store water in advance. However, as long as the enemy cannot find our camp, our losses will definitely be less than the enemy's."

"Lord Agguiwen, this is a bit too much."

Gawain finally couldn't help but speak up to stop him. Not only Gawain, but even Menechel's eyelids twitched after listening to Agragiwen's plan: the guy recommended by Altria was crazier than he had imagined.

"Sir Gawain is right." Menechel spoke up and concluded the matter, which finally made Gawain breathe a sigh of relief. Even if the king temporarily gave him the leadership of this knight group, the commander of this battle was Menechel. If Menechel agreed, Gawain would have to follow suit.

In fact, Gawain was a little confused at first about letting a knight who had just experienced one battle and had just gained some fame be the commander, but he soon discovered that the knights King Arthur could trust and mobilize were almost all like this, and Menechel was even the most famous among them.

"Secret Aggression, your expectations are too ideal, and we can't wait that long." Menechel said while taking off the armor on his body.

Aguguiwen did not speak, as if he was thinking about ways to improve the situation.

"Sir Menachel, do you have a solution?"

Seeing this situation, Gao Wen couldn't help but ask.

"We're raiding the camp."

"A thousand of us?"

Gawain's eyes widened, and he was somewhat speechless. Even if Menechel was so powerful that he could fight a thousand men alone, what would he do with the remaining nine thousand?

"So you have to wait."

At this time, Menechel took off all his armor and handed it to Aguiwen.

"Let's wait until late at night when people are most tired. The rebels must be mentally exhausted after besieging the city for so long. We can strike when they are least alert."

Even so, the loss of this knight group would definitely not be small. But this was the only solution. Since Aggruwen had not thought of a solution that would satisfy both sides, Menichel could only resort to the method of death.

He actually agreed with Aguiwen's core point - this was a necessary sacrifice.

"What happens after the raid?"

Gawain looked at Menechel, hoping that he would not try to completely destroy or repel the enemy.

"Of course we have to enter the city. Enter the city before the enemy can react."

"Even so, Sir Menechel, there is still a fatal flaw." Gawain looked at Menechel and said seriously: "What if the city gates are not opened..."

"I'll leave it to you and Aguguiwen. When we raid the camp, you two should bring a few more people with you and try to ride horses to negotiate as quickly as possible."

Taking off his helmet, Menechel gave Gawain a harmless smile.

"ok, I get it."

As if accepting his fate, Gao Wen complied with the order.

Menechel nodded to Gawain, but the moment he turned his head, his eyes were gloomy.

Gawain may not have realized that the real flaw in this plan was not whether the city gate could be successfully opened, but that the success of the plan itself would not change the overall situation.

Even if they entered Biloo with full force, a thousand reinforcements would not bring about a decisive change in the situation. But even so, Menechel had to take the gamble, using a thousand men and his own life as chips to let the defenders in Biloo know that reinforcements were coming soon.

Some words didn't actually exist at the time, such as "劫营". I wrote them out to prevent literal translation. After all, words like "secretly attacking the enemy's camp" are too inappropriate.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 41 Taking office, Bilu City

2023-07-29

This is a huge gamble with a thousand lives at stake.