As Edgar continued his pursuit westward, his forces reached five thousand. By this time Gwent had been conquered by Roger, reinforcements from the direction of Boas were able to march southward, and the land south of the valley was completely exposed to the English and the Welsh of Boas.

"What does Bishop St. David's answer?" King Edgar asked.

"He refused to surrender." It was a court Seengusfis who spoke.

Edgar was silent, just waved his hand, and the siege troops on standby began to shoot huge stone projectiles with their weapons, countless meteors fell, and then the screams of the fortress were heard. The West Saxons could even discern the wails of the enemy when the arrow tower in front of them fell.

Mercia Seinedri, who had resisted the Norman invasion with the Gwynnes, led the Shropshire militia to storm the castle first, and they saw a brutal picture of the broken walls of the boulders, the corpses of broken bones and intestines exposed, the wooden frame on which the captured English soldiers had been hung had become a pile of firewood, and the smashed heads nearby were horrific to see.

Before his capture, the Bishop of St. David's Thellien was ordering all Welsh to lay down their arms and release the surviving English prisoners of war. However, in the presence of King Edgar, the bishop once again refused to surrender, and when asked about Grufitz, the son of Keenan, he simply let out a lion's roar.

Along with the Bishop of Selien, the family of King Reese was taken prisoner, and all the captives trembled like fallen leaves in the wind before the King of England. Edgar knew Reese of Dafeld very well, he was from the royal family of Dineffre in Wales, and was a descendant of King Rodri along with the royal family of Aberfellau, the son of Grufiz in Keenan, and the Bredeen murdered by the lords of the Valley was from the Maslaffa family, a side branch of the royal family of Dinèvel. For Edgar, however, the Dafeld King was the maternal ancestor of the Tudor dynasty in the original history.

Although King Bredding's murder was carried out by the Lords of the River Valley, King Reese's involvement in the matter and the subsequent mutilation of Bredding's body deepened the hatred between the two families, so Edgar did not deal with the captives on the spot, but only ordered them to be taken into custody and then handed them over to Trachne in the future.

"Your Majesty, something has happened at the front." The King of England, who was pondering the internal problems of Wales, suddenly heard Rodrigo's voice, and when he looked up, he saw the figure of the tall knight, almost obscuring all light.

"What's wrong, Lord Campeiado?" The king had only spent ten months with the famous Cid, but he rarely saw any excitement from him.

"The Welshmen of Dafeld have betrayed Grufiz, and the enemy is now completely isolated!" The Spanish knight replied briefly.

The news came directly from the Welsh nobles of Dafed, for whom the Aberfairau family had been their former enemies, and Grufitz's dependence on the Danish and Gaelic guards in Ireland deepened the distrust between the two sides, and the Grumfiz nobles had no choice but to follow Grufiz to continue the resistance.

The King of England had received information about the Danish invasion, but this new news made him determined to make one last attempt before returning to his army to eliminate the Grufiz threat once and for all.

According to the original situation, Grufiz and his Irishmen were not easy to solve, after all, the other side could withdraw to Dublin at any time by sea, and Edgar, who lacked a fleet, was simply unable to pursue. But now, with the help of the nobles of Dafeld, the English finally had the opportunity to surprise each other.

"Let our men reply to those lords, as long as they provide support to our army, we can release King Reese's family and other prisoners of war." The king immediately reversed his previous decision, in fact, after seeing Trahhorn's treatment of the lord of the valley, he also had some concerns about handing over Reese's family, even after so many years of bloody battles, and in his previous life, he had never seen such a cruel punishment. The men who had murdered Bredding at the banquet had become bloody in Trahearn's hands, their eye sockets had been hollowed out, and only a blur of red blood and colloids remained, their ears had been cut off, their fingers had been broken off, and their palms had been pulled out with tweezers. Edgar knew the hatred of the Boas nobles for these Vale Lords, and guessed that they would not treat the royal family of Dafeld in such a way, but if Trahborn really did the same, I am afraid that the people of Dafeld would hate not only Traheun, but also the king of England who handed over these captives.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fox has fallen into the net, and the mead and beauty of the celebration are ready, now let's get that Irish adventurer back." As soon as the king's words fell, the tent was filled with the sound of gold and iron that responded violently.

In this way, the English knights marched day and night to the front of the battle, and they crossed the gurgling streams and the vast forest ruins to raid the main force of Grufiz fleeing in the direction of St. David's Church.

The Welsh mostly wore red sleeved tunics, while the Irish wore tartan and patterned robes, some made of tanned hides with polished hair, and only a few of these remnants wore short shoes tied to their feet with leather straps of wild boar skin, which affected their speed of progress. As for the wealthy samurai, apart from the high-quality weapons they wore with them from overseas, they were almost unrecognizable, because they had lost most of their status-symbolic decorations, and their original chain mail and iron helmets were gone.

There were a number of collapsed druid pillars near the battlefield, the appearance of the golden dragon banner of the king of England caused confusion among the Irish, a few warriors from Ulster even let out a terrified roar, and the Danes of Dublin gathered around to try to resist, these Norse warriors who looked more Gaelic than Gaelic could not even make a ripple in the fleeing crowd, and the red dragon banner they once guarded was gone.

By the time the battlefield was covered with shattered shields, the English could not find Prince Grufizi, either alive or dead. The noble descendant of the red dragon disappeared and never reappeared in history, and there are some rumors that an Irishman returned home with Grufitz's head, which was still able to speak until it was buried next to the mausoleum of his grandfather, Jacob. With the disappearance of this prince, Merlin's prophecy finally came to naught, and for the Britons, this year, the red dragon was defeated by the white dragon.

Many years later, the poets of Chimley still chanted in their haughty voices about the ancient princes, and the English could take everything from them, but not their harps, and in their songs, Grufiz, the descendant of the red dragon, had joined the hounds of Anwin, the wild hunting army of the world, until one day they would return to the land of the Britons:

Our heroes, our heroes, claim to have a warrior's heart.

I'm telling you, I'm telling you, the Dragonborn are back.

The sound is Camellot's ancient skills.

Believe, believe, the Dragonborn are back.