In May, the English occupied all of western Mercia, advancing to the mouth of the River Avon, and the Earl of Cornwall had too few troops to concentrate on the defense of Bristol, blocking the English rebels' road to Wessex. Edgar did not want to start a war with the Normans in advance, so he headed west, passing through the valley of Eygole and the Forest of Dean, where King Etherstan had been hunting as a young man, and met Caladoger in Kelwent, south Wales.

The knights of England from the north rode horses nearly fifteen hands high, and these horses had tendons protruding from their legs, and they were in groups, and the horseback warriors were all elite in iron armor, and the Erie light cavalry who followed them also rode captured light horses, and Helry Ward still rode the "swallow", but "Scud" Martin was full of vigour on the back of the Frisian war horse that had belonged to the Earl of Surrey, which made his figure look a little funny.

When these Welsh Britons saw such iron horsemen, they were all relieved for a moment, apparently intimidated by the oppressive flesh of the other side. However, the Gwent archers behind the Earl of Moka were very cheerful as they passed through the city, the Danish longbows on their backs looked like a jungle from afar, and the tail feathers exposed from the quiver on their waists were also neat, and after a short training in the spring, although they did not know how much their archery skills had improved, their military appearance was much higher than that of their fellow countrymen around them.

At the front of the procession, a knight in a red uniform and a white robe over an iron armor came out first, stopped in front of King Gwent's men, and after dismounting from his saddle, the knight patted the maroon horse with an iron mask on his head, and took off the Norman helmet on his head, revealing his face. King Caladoge stepped forward and hugged the young knight before saying, "My lord, I didn't expect you to be here in person. ”

The young knight was none other than Prince Edgar himself, and he saluted the Welsh nobles before replying, "We are here as allies of the nobles, and this friendship will not end with the unfortunate death of the Earl of Mercia." So saying, one of the attendants presented the gift to the Welsh Prince, and Caradoger gladly accepted it, and the mink and amber-encrusted treasures from afar made the Britons present feel the pride of the English.

Caradoge was not impressed by these extravagant gifts, but he coveted the strength displayed by the English, the Earl of Mercia was weak and could still help himself against the Glamorganians, and the noble royal family in front of him was enough to become his own reinforcement with hundreds of elite knights, not to mention that if he got the friendship of the future king of England, it would be extremely beneficial for him to expand his power in Wales. King Gwent's enthusiasm was soon manifested at the feast, where the beautiful Britannian maidens sang to the sound of harps and offered the prince himself bread and salt, which represented courtesy, and they danced in circles with magnificent daggers and silver jugs full of honey, and cut flesh and wine for the noble guests, bronze and silver flickered in the candlelight, and the hall was decorated with rich colors and mystical symbols peculiar to the Celts, like the marble tattoos on the arms and calves of these maidens. At a glance, you can't help but fall into it.

The Welsh aristocracy, though far from liking the English, spoke the language of these generations of enemies, and everyone talked and laughed for a while, except for the Earl of Moka, who was deeply grieved and bored, and was in no mood to entertain these Welshmen. Prince Edgar was beside Caladog, and heard the other party whisper: "We are about to attack Glamorgan, and we can't provide more reinforcements to your lordship for the time being, but we will definitely send troops next year to support your cause." ”

Edgar frowned slightly, but could only politely reply, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." ”

Seeing that the other party was not following his own pace, Karadoge had to take the initiative to speak: "However, if the adults are willing to provide a little help, maybe we can send troops to England this year." ”

Edgar nodded, indicating that he was listening, and Caladoge drank a glass of wine, and then said: "Glamorgan does not have a lord of sufficient prestige to rule now, but it is still difficult to calm them one by one, and it will take a long time, if the adults are willing to send troops under their command to help us ......"

When Edgar heard this, he understood the other party's thoughts, but a thought arose in his heart, so he cut off Karadog's words: "Your Majesty, why don't I personally send troops and directly subdue Glamorgan for you, it will only take a month." ”

Karadoge laughed and said, "How is this possible? ”

Edgar replied with a hint of pride: "As long as Your Majesty lends me your flag, this battle can be fought in ten months." ”

"Aren't you joking?" Caradoge felt that the prince was either drunk or young and arrogant, and he hesitated a little when he remembered his record against the Normans.

Edgar was not joking, he raised the silver cup, drank it and replied, "By the sword of the arcane, we will destroy the enemy in a month." ”

The next day, the English knights, who had replaced the Flying Dragon Banner with the Banner of Inel, marched westward with two hundred Gwent border longbowmen into the territory of Glamorgan, and after the small army of more than three hundred men raided and occupied Keldid, they immediately openly raised the banner of Caladog, and the Welsh from the Grevesin Mountains soon gathered a large army of more than a thousand men, including many spearmen, who were attracted by the Gwent invasion and left the mountains and came to the open flat land near the port of Keldid. Prince Edgar did not hold on to the city, but took advantage of the darkness to send his longbowmen to shoot arrows intensively at the enemy's camp, and the Gwentes only fired two rounds before retreating, but the Glamorgan, who could not distinguish the opposing line, began to throw javelins outside the camp in large numbers, and after consuming all the ammunition, they gathered out of the camp in pursuit.

At this time, Edgar, who was observing on the high ground behind the Welsh camp, said to the Earl of Northampton beside him: "How is the battle tonight?" ”

Walsiov laughed, "Your Excellency was right, the Normans' plans are just right for these savages. ”

As the English knights charged from the left and right flanks behind the Welsh, the Morganag spearmen were still screaming and galloping forward. Their line had long since been shattered, and Edgar had only just struck in, and the enemy line was cut like butter, like a bloated body, and the English knights who had penetrated the formation cut through the wounds, and the blades were bleeding everywhere, and some of the Glamorgan warriors who were still shouting for battle were quickly dispersed by the chaotic crowd, and did not even inflict any sporadic damage on the English.

More than half a month later, Caladoger received news of the victory, and when he arrived at Keldid with his army, Edgar's barracks were full of Gramorgan prisoners of war, and between the wooden pillars outside the camp gate were the bodies of the goshawks with their hands and feet tied, hanging high like the wings of a goshawk, all of whom were trying to escape.

When he saw Edgar again, Karadog's legs trembled, this seemingly kind young prince personally traveled through the mountains and rivers to destroy the kingdom, far more powerful than Harold Godwinson in the past, Karadog couldn't help but think that I am afraid that the old King Grufiz was not his opponent. After Edgar opened his arms, Caladoger and many nobles behind him immediately curtsied, and King Gwent said in a slightly trembling voice: "Congratulations on this victory, and we are willing to give your army and tribute to your lord for this generous aid!" ”

Edgar replied in a voice that could be heard by all: "God bears witness that we accept the friendship of the Welsh and give you the land we have conquered, and in the name of St. Edward and the throne we make you the Earl of Glamorgan." ”