Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　The string in Tina's mind finally couldn't hold back anymore.

　　"We... surrender."

　　……

　　The battle comes fast and ends fast.

　　Mordred withdrew Frostmourne, allowing the Scourge to disperse on its own.

　　The battlefield, which was still very "lively" just now, was instantly empty.

　　There were only some Saxons with despair and fear written on their faces, who had obviously not woken up from the battle with the dead.

　　To be honest, here Mordred has to praise these Saxon wills.

　　"In the case of fighting the dead, but also fighting against his former compatriots, he can maintain such courage for up to an hour."

　　This is really an amazing thing.

　　If you don't believe me, just compare them with the Celtic soldiers under Tristan.

　　At this moment, the faces of those Celtic soldiers were also filled with fear and alertness.

　　There are even pale-faced people who are even worse than these Saxons.

　　And this is the fear that arises when they know that Mordred is their own, and there is a high probability that they will not attack them.

　　Mordred is really unimaginable. If the two sides change positions and let him play against these Celtics, what kind of performance will they have?

　　At the same time, on the other hand.

　　Noticing that the military's heart seems to be somewhat lax, Tristan made the choice that a military commander should make in time:

　　"Everyone, please don't panic."

　　"Our Highness was taught by the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, the disciple of the legendary hero!"

　　"That lord gave His Highness the power to control life and death, so that we can get complete peace in Britain!"

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　　Tristan announced loudly.

　　To enhance the effect, he also added some soothing magic to his voice.

　　His main occupation is a bard, and he is very good at this.

　　And the effect of this reassurance is also very good.

　　At least, when Tristan pulled out Skaha's name, the faces of these Celtic soldiers instantly became much better.

　　Facts have proved that on the territory of the British Isles, the title of "Master of the Brave" is quite useful.

　　This is probably the so-called "celebrity effect".

　　There are even some big-hearted Celtic soldiers, who have shown a smile that is brighter than the sun:

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　　"Since His Highness is a disciple of Lord Skaha, and he has the authority to manipulate life and death... Does that mean that we will no longer have to fear death in the future?"

　　There are not a few Celtic soldiers who have this idea.

　　The thoughtful Tristan naturally noticed this too - but this time, he didn't correct it any more.

　　He understood that the top priority should be to use the fastest speed to enhance Mordred's prestige, so that he could quickly gain the recognition and support of the Camelot Southern Legion.

　　As for other things...let's talk about it later.

　　"At least, the ending of this story is no longer sad."

　　Look at those Saxons who put their heads in their hands and surrender obediently.Tristan smiled as he thought.

　　This battle completely wiped out the future of the Saxons.

　　Since then, these Saxons have been unable to dig out too much waves.

　　And at the same time.A flash of light flashed in Tristan's mind.

　　He thought that he could completely compose a moving poem from the scene in front of him.Then teach this psalm to other bards, and let them spread Mordred's reputation as quickly as possible.

　　"Well, let's call it The Mordred Epic."

　　"It should be a suite."

　　"It's the content of this psalm, maybe I need to think about it..."

　　Tristan pondered and left the battlefield silently.[-] million.

Chapter 132

　　Camelot capital.

　　In the palace, in the government affairs hall.

　　Arturia looked at the battle report in her hand, her face turning blue and white for a while.

　　She didn't understand that she just wanted Mordred to go outside for a walk and give him a big vacation by the way.

　　However, in the blink of an eye, how could he have made such a big moth?

　　"[-] cities, [-] civilians, have all been included in my Camelot's territory, shouting the holy name of the father."

　　"There are countless treasures seized. Soldiers have been dispatched to Chalk City, and I have asked the father to send a special person to accept it."

　　"In addition, my son will hold a triumphal ceremony ten days later to entertain the soldiers who have made great achievements. I hope the father and the king make preparations early to avoid haste."

　　Mordred's words were arrogant.

　　So much so that Artoria, who was so angry, ripped the parchment to shreds.

　　But here's the problem.Such incompetent and furious practices will not solve any problems at all.

　　The fact has already happened, no matter how unwilling Artoria is, she must face this extremely bad scene.

　　"King, what should we do now?"

　　As the secretary, Agogwen looked at his nose, nose, and heart, showing an obedient and obedient appearance, and he would do whatever Artoria asked him to do.

　　He knew that at this time, the less able it was to stimulate Artoria's nerve that was about to burst.

　　Even, if necessary, follow Arturia's temper.

　　"Do you want to reprimand him for his actions first, and then deprive him of his honor as a Knight of the Round Table?"

　　Argonaut said in a low voice, and told Artoria the worst outcome.

　　But it directly caused Arturia to shudder.

　　"no--"

　　At this moment, as the king, Arturia finally regained her sanity and forced herself to come out of that anger.

　　"Now he... has received the support of the Southern Legion, and even the support of King Liao Dekuan."

　　"There must be no conflict with him at such a time."

　　Arturia said very rationally, and made up her mind in an instant:

　　"The battle with the Saxons has just ended... There must be no civil war at this time."

　　"This broken island... can't stand another war!"

　　Thinking of this, Artoria sighed again.

　　For her, this may be the only good news that Mordred, the bear child, has brought her.

　　However, it was such a good news that she had to take the most solemn attitude to welcome the return of Mordred, the "Celtic hero".

　　After all, even if it is another one hundred years, one thousand years, people can only record in the history books, it can only be [Mordred wiped out the Saxons in the capital of Wales].

　　In comparison, her achievements as a knight king were even inferior.

　　After all, the only thing she can really achieve is to defeat Vortigern.

　　In the final analysis, this is actually a war within the British Isles - it has a completely different meaning from an external war.

　　"If he wants a triumph, give him a triumph."

　　In the end, Artoria, who had regained her senses, could only sigh and accept this extremely embarrassing fact:

　　"Give him anything he wants!"

　　……

　　Kingdom of Wales, in the Royal Palace.

　　Sitting on the throne of this palace, Mordred remembered such an interesting thing:

　　Speaking of which, he was born in the Kingdom of Wales.

　　And now, sitting on this throne, is he a homecoming in another sense?

　　Mordred thought about it carefully and decided to take a little more time and go to the forest to have a look.

　　His mother is still in the forest, planting flowers and trees.

　　And now, it's time for his son to use eight to carry the sedan chair and invite Morgan to come out again.

　　"My triumphal style, how can I lose my mother?"

　　Mordrey thought with a smile.

　　He is a filial child, everything must be thoughtful, and there must be no omission.

　　At the same time, on the other hand.

　　As a prisoner, Tina looked at Mordred sitting on the throne with an empty look.

　　"What do you want?"

　　She raised her head and asked coldly.

　　Then they resumed their silence, silently waiting for the devil from hell to bring them the final verdict...