Chapter 267 The Brutal War

Chapter 267 The Brutal War

ps: At 2:30 at night, only I update...

ps1: I went to Zhuhai Mei Dou Shop with my friend. To be honest, the minimum consumption per person is 25 yuan. There is nothing wrong with a cup of coffee 25 yuan, but when the bottom of the coffee cup is not dissolved, it is a scam... Especially the green tea pudding in Nima also put cream and strawberry sauce on me... Bastard, apologize to me! Apologize to the puddings all over the world! Two people, two cups of coffee and two desserts 97... Although it is not unacceptable, it cannot be accepted so bad! Bastard!

ps2: Updated squirming.

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The Romanian Central Army camped in the wild, where is the best place for Keral?

In addition to the first time soldiers and the second time craftsmen, the fleet traveled back and forth many times, bringing tools or weapons, but these things were used to build the city walls and pulling wood and stone outside in. As for the real appearance inside, it was really bare.

Not to mention it, they even had to buy tents like the Romanian Central Army outside at night!

Although they were full of complaints, the six masters of the round table still walked into their respective tents. As the masters of the round table, they certainly had privileges. Each person had a tent, but the other soldiers were not so lucky. The six men squeezed into a tent and had to pray that they did not snore in the tent too much, their feet were odorous, and their body odor was uncomfortable...

Well, let's not talk about these tragic and vomiting things. Keral wrote some records in his tent, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling, but was very devoted. He had arranged five hundred people to guard the night in the first and middle of the night, and the remaining five hundred people would rotate in the second half of the night.

However, the trivial sound of the tent curtain woke up Keral who was writing and drawing on the white paper.

"Bediwell." Where there is light, Kelar can know what the light has explored. To be honest, after playing against Melin today, he discovered how far his magical attainment has reached. After having confidence, he naturally practiced harder, so as soon as Bediwell came in, he discovered the other party.

Keral's questions made Bedill, who was full of worries, open his mouth, but only issued a meaningless monosyllable to make Keral smile.

This Bedill is disabled and has only his left hand, but is the only woman among the Knights of the Round Table. Keral likes her very much. After she put in a thousand times the efforts of a man, she became the leader of the Knight of the Round Table above all the Knights. Instead, she was loved by Artoria and Keral. Artoria was because of her female identity. For her, she saw her childhood dream in Bedill: working hard for the rise of female knights.

Keral is a person who simply likes to work harder and constantly absorb and learn. As the saying goes, learn until you are old. Even in the Knights Academy, Bedevier is also a person who works harder, unlike Beowulf, who is a reckless man like Zhang Fei.

Therefore, Bedivir has always been the personal guard of Artoria. Even though his reputation is not obvious, he is highly valued by the royal family.

"Bediwell?" Keral asked again, his voice was gentle, and he didn't care about the other party's rudeness.

"Sorry, Your Highness, Prince." Bedevier was a knight who obeyed the rules as rigidly as Artoria. Of course, Artoria, who was trained by Keral, has begun to learn to adapt, while Bedevier stubbornly implemented the six knights jointly formulated by Keral and King Yuser: "I care very much about Your Majesty. Is it really okay for Your Majesty to fall asleep alone in the suburbs?" The person she pointed to mean that Artoria was not the one who served her.

"Then, that... I am definitely not too proud and complacent, and value myself..." Bedivir, who explained in a hurry while Kylar's smile, said with a flushed face: "I am just thinking that His Majesty can't make fires in the wilderness, and I am very uneasy."

"Haha." Keral not only laughed by Bedevier's expression: "Bedevier, don't be nervous. Artoria is very good. Do you know why you want to be here?"

"?" Bedevier was puzzled.

If Keral's Guards were the Great Swords, then Artoria's Guards were the Knights of the Round Table led by Bedivir, but as the chief of the Guard, she almost always followed Artoria's side, and she never left her without any complaints.

But this battle suddenly moved her away from my king's side, which surprised her, especially after knowing that my king's mission was to lead the knights to attack the enemy's rear and annihilate the enemy, she was even more uneasy.

Is my king eating okay? Can those clumsy knights set up tents for me? Is my king sleeping well? Is my king safe...

All kinds of uneasiness came in, which made Bedwell confused for half a night and decided to come to Keral's tent to vomit his worries slightly at His Highness Keral so that Lord Keral, who was extremely scheming, would find a way.

Of course, in her mind, Keral is more considerate than her.

But his answer is close to cold.

Smiling, his face looked straight at himself: "Bediwell, you need to remember one sentence."

She was confused.

"The king can surpass the people, but not the country." He said with a smile and coldness, but she wondered, doesn't the king mean the entire country?

"Okay, let's go down, Bedwell, there will be a big battle tomorrow, go and accumulate strength." When Kailar said this, she could only salute and retreat.

"The king... is the tyrant who is above the country." Keral murmured softly, the curtain of the tent swaying in the breeze, his murmur disappeared in the wind with undetectable sliver.

In the forest less than 200 kilometers away from the castle, the Knight King watched his most elite round table knights sitting on the cold stools and feeding his war horses. These two meters tall war horses were quite spiritual, knowing that this was the moment before the war, and they were just chewing hay and mixed with soybeans.

In fact, before going to the battlefield, these war horses themselves had to give them a meal of ale mixed with dry food and soybeans, so that they could exert more powerful and lasting power after being drunk, and they would not stop running even if they were injured, except - death!

However, the war horses have a more sensitive sense of smell and are already familiar with the smell of the battlefield. Although there is no condition now, they can keenly detect the upcoming war tomorrow.

Even if they don’t have horses and wooden sticks, they will remain silent. Occasionally, they will be swallowed by the dense forest. The owl with a cooing sound can make everyone unable to sleep, but it can also allow warriors who have experienced many battles to sleep peacefully when listening to the ringtone.

"Mother." A short knight wrapped in red armor came up and said to Artoria, "Eat something more."

"Modred." She came back to her senses from her meditation. They did not make fire because they were afraid of alarming the snake. Even if there was a little moonlight leaking, they could only see the outline, but the sound was easy to recognize.

She handed over the dry food in her hand. Although the dry food made of soybeans and wheat mixed with salt and alkali did not taste good, it could help her eat it with water, which was enough.

"No." Artoria gently patted the other person's palm that stretched over and said softly, her attitude was very gentle, but she felt that these things were too unpalatable. Since she could not eat for dozens of days and make up for it in more than ten days, she naturally would not care about the food for the past few days.

"Mother." Mordred felt that Artoria was a little nervous before the war, or gave up on herself, but she didn't know how to describe it. As an artificial human, although she was accelerated by Melin's alchemy, she had been cured under Keral's magic of light. However, due to her age, Keral curbed her growth mechanism and only sent her to the military academy to study.

But in other words, she knew almost nothing about human nature except military affairs, so she was just anxious and didn't know how to express it.

"It's okay, Mordred." Artoria comforted in a gentle voice: "I'm just looking forward to tomorrow's war and capturing Melin. Dear Mordred, please don't worry about me." She smiled, with a gentle tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty." At this time, Mordred willingly called her Your Majesty, not her mother.

She retreated with excitement, not because she was excited about tomorrow's battle, but because of the king's attitude towards him.

She had always known that Artoria, who was king and had very strict requirements on herself, was a man-made man like her and Keral's bloodline, but today when she was sent to assist Artoria, she could imagine her surprise.

Thank you, Mr. Father.

Mordred sincerely thanked him.

It was about five-thirty in the morning, and when it was just dawn, everyone was almost ready to wait for the battle.

Not only the knights got up early, but also the infantrymen of Hongye Ridge and Romanian soldiers. They were all ready to usher in a great war.

Perhaps for the world in the center of the mainland, the war between tens of thousands of people here is just a small battle, but for everyone, this is the last war in their lives, this is a big war, for the soldiers!

The city gate was opened, and the Romanian soldiers looked silently at the Camelo warriors who were slowly pouring out of the city.

Yesterday they did not fight each other, but these young soldiers seemed to have defeated them and reborn. They sneered in their hearts and held the short sword at their waists. The Romanian soldiers wanted the other party to know where the essence of the war was.

However, not all Camelo warriors have left the city. On the top of the city, more than 2,000 warriors holding long crossbows appeared.

They were condescending, with crossbow arrows in their hands aiming with grooves, and could easily cross the opponent's limit of 300 meters and hit the opponent. To be honest, the power of technology is undoubtedly revealed here!

If the opponent wants to rush forward to decide the outcome with the Camelo warrior, this is not a good choice!

But the Romanian soldiers who were already crazy by yesterday's defense had strange confidence in their shield walls. They didn't care about the other party's crossbow arrows, they just wanted to drink blood!
Chapter completed!