In the west of Wales, near Emrysburg in Gwynness, King Bradeen saw a black goat escaping from his bow and arrows, he threw down the leather bag containing the arrows, turned back and took a jug of water from the hand of the attendant, and asked the Bishop of Cade, "What did the lords of the valley say to you?" ”

"Your Majesty, they say that King Daffeld is just our enemy, and this war has nothing to do with them."

"It's none of their business, ha! What did these guys say when the Normans hit Boas and begged me to send troops? What did I say to these rats at the time, did the Normans have nothing to do with us? Bredding said hatefully.

"Why don't I go to Caladog, Glamorgan......"

"Let that goat's lover into Emlyn? I'd rather see Dafeld's Rees hit under my castle. ”

"Well, then, Your Majesty, how about going to the Earl of Moka in Chester?" The bishop tried to persuade his king not to go to war with Reese alone.

Bradin pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head: "If we win by the strength of the English, everyone will think that we are their puppets in the future, and how many lords do you think will be willing to side with us when that kidon of Ireland lands with a heavily armed Gaelic army?" ”

"But then we don't have an advantage over Reese."

"I'm going to the Teivi Valley myself, and I'm going to remind those rats of whose power they are living in the comfort of the halls!" King Gwinnes' voice was sonorous and powerful, and there was no doubt about it.

A month later, the Gwynnesians gathered around the body of the decapitated King of Bredin, and Reese of Dafeld returned only this stump, leaving the king's head and limbs to show off.

A British priest named Ethel chanted:

"Four moss-covered boulders stood beside them,

Marks the cramped abode of the deceased.

May Bredding rest here!

Adjacent to his brave ancestors. ”

"Those bastards of the valley have perfidiously violated all divine laws, and I curse them to eat brimstone in hell for all eternity!" Edwin's son, Owen, roared.

The tragedy had shocked all of Wales, and the living people had never heard of such a blatant slaughter of guests at a banquet, yet the lords of the kingdoms of Gwynness and Boas were falling into a swarm of dragons and careerists everywhere. After the summer, Trahne first raised an army to avenge Bradin, and then Caradoge of Glamorgan joined the war, and Wales was once again in the midst of blood.

Far away from the territory of Offati and Mercia, Londoners at this time were talking about Westminster Abbey, which, though consecrated in the year of the death of Edward the Confessor, was only recently completed, thanks to the novelty of King Edgar's machinery.

The King of England was not very pleased with Westminster, the early Romance building was too simplistic to Edgar, who was familiar with the retro Gothic churches of later generations, but he did not have much energy to build a new church now, because a rumor had just reached his ears.

The lame King of Denmark had prepared a fleet and heard that an expedition was about to cross the sea. Edgar was more worried than the elderly Danish king, Sven's son-in-law, King Olaf of Norway, a Viking warrior who had fought on English soil at the Battle of Stamford Bridge and witnessed the body of his father, Harald, being carried back on a shield. Now that the Norwegians have been restored under the rule of Olaf, the so-called "Paifician", northerners are singing the praises of Bergen, the new town of the Norwegian king, from Nidaros to Riber, from the salmon-rich Namu Valley to Tronnarag, where fertile fields and mountain pastures are dotted. Edgar knew that if the Norwegians joined the Danish ships on the expedition, the east coast of England would be ravaged again.

Over the years, the lords of England have intensified the construction of castles, and in some of the most heavily defended areas, Norman wooden forts have become the first choice, and only the most central hubs will build expensive stone fortresses. Edgar's new Tower of London was a giant stone castle, and the Bishop of Durham died shortly after the completion of this engineering marvel, and on his deathbed he was obsessed with rebuilding a St. Peter's Church using the architectural skills of the Tower of London. However, these castles can only protect the safety of the lords, and the undefended villages and towns will still fall prey to the "sea guests".

"Did Count Roger say that?" King Edgar looked at the son of Count Moka and was in a trance, Elfgar was somewhat similar to his uncle, Count Edwin, and Edgar saw the young knight and recalled that he had pursued the remnants in the west of Mercia to avenge Edwin.

"Yes, my father also felt that we had to react to this."

King Edgar did not have much interest in Welsh territory at this time, he was not as keen on expanding his territory as Roger, a Norman knight, and was not willing to invest too much power in that frontier, but now the situation in the west has deteriorated too quickly, and the generation that had taught the power of the Saxons during the time of King Grufiz has almost withered, and except for Caradog, which is of Gramorgan, the Welsh kings in other regions have become very alienated from the English in Mercia. After Breeding's death, the most important ally of the English in the west ceased to exist, and if he did not do anything at this time, the Welsh would have completely lost control, and adventurers like Grufitz, the son of Keenan in Dublin, had always hated the Anglo-Saxons, and it is said that the young man often used merchants and priests to spread Merlin's prophecy to the Welsh lords across the Channel about the legend that the red dragon would eventually triumph over the white dragon. If Wales were to be reunited by such a royal descendant, there would be no peace in England.

But the timing was very delicate at the moment, the invasion of the King of Denmark was imminent, the great battle in Wales was about to break out again, and it was impossible for Edgar to fight two wars at the same time, and he looked from the window of the tower at the various sails of the western harbor, and once again fell into deep thought.