It's been a week since Larry left Camelot.

The city had been in a state of gloom for a week, and although the people had no complaints about the king's decision, the wear and tear of this life was not something that could be offset by willpower, and there was no more food for them to eat, except for a little supply from an unknown maiden a week earlier.

Except for the white porridge and bread distributed by Wang Cheng every day, there is no harmony between meat and vegetables, and it is only enough to be full, and no one knows how long such days will last.

One thing is certain, that this state of affairs will not last long, and that it is imperative for Britain, or for the king, to drive out the foreign enemy, or at least from the island of England, or else the enemy will be able to win the victory by slowly depleting it with this threat.

In contrast, the enemy can obtain abundant supplies through a small amount of resources, and the so-called war is the reason for this, so only a single blow to defeat the enemy army can solve Britain's current problems.

The king was clear about this, but he was also very distressed, after all, the enemy was quite difficult to deal with, and did not give them such a chance.

"Can't grasp the specifics of the enemy's forces? This is clearly the land of Britain, can't our scouts even deal with these outsiders? The king was also a little puzzled in a rare way.

The scouts' duty is only to collect information and intelligence from the enemy, and with their understanding of the terrain of Britain, they are naturally stronger than these foreign enemies, but they have not been able to obtain enough information due to their geographical advantages, which is really a bit unreasonable.

Even if he wanted to defeat the other party with one blow, but without specific information, the king did not dare to send troops at will.

"At present, the scouts reported that the enemy army should be assembled near the Kamran Plain, but whenever you want to find out the number of enemy troops, there will be attacks from the sky or underground, as if the other party already knows the location of the scouts."

As the leader of the roundtable, Gawain undertook the task of reporting.

At this time, the place where the king and the knights communicated was no longer the small room, but a huge circular hall, the solemn frescoes constituted the main body of the hall, the wide round table was located in the center of the hall, and the twelve knights and the king sat around the round table, discussing today's war.

"That being said, what the hell is going on? Is it magic or something? ”

Naturally, the king would not attribute this kind of thing to coincidence, and after thinking about it, the result that could be obtained was probably because of the magical power possessed by the other party.

Although there are magicians in Britain now, there are very few of them, and no one can release a large number of magic cannons like the magician in the place, so Britain is indeed overwhelmingly disadvantageous in terms of magic.

If it was impossible to even conduct reconnaissance because of the difference in magic, it would be too bad.

"Wang, just let me lead the scouts directly to reconnoitre, with this shield, I think it will be much easier to deal with magic."

It was Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, who had not taken off her helmet at this time, and could still say it in a thick voice, and the huge cross shield standing behind her was a magic dress made by Larry.

"This could also be a trap, perhaps the enemy is trying to lure the Knights of the Round Table to reduce our cutting-edge combat power, so that the victory in the war is more inclined to their side."

The person who spoke was on the king's right hand, and the knight in black armor was the adjutant of the Knights of the Round Table, Agguiwen.

"Then let's just let me go with Secretary Tristan, so that we can get out of even the trap, but if we don't know the situation in the place at all, there is no way to start the war."

Lancelot, who was quite confident in his own strength, took the initiative to ask, and by the way, he pulled Tristan, who was listening quietly with his eyes closed.

"What are you going to do if there is a brave man in this trap who draws with you? And we can't be sure that the last time they showed all the power they showed, they won. ”

Aggay did not approve of Lancelot's plan, and remained skeptical.

It had been more than a week since the last battle, and they could not be sure if the enemy would have new reinforcements from the continent during this time, after all, the cities on the southern coast had basically fallen, and even if the enemy army was now thousands or even tens of thousands more than the last time, it would not be a strange thing.

"Then Aggui Wenqing, what are your plans?" Lancelot asked rhetorically, since you don't think my plan works, then what do you have in plan?

"I'm still thinking about it, it's not something that can be decided so easily." However, there is no good solution, or rather, no solution that will convince him.

"If I want me to say that I should just go to Kamran with the whole army and fight them to the death, anyway, if the whole army can't fight it, then there is no strategy to consider." Mordred didn't think about it that much, her way of thinking was simpler, no matter what kind of enemies she had, just defeat them.

"And what if the enemy splits up a part of his forces to attack Camelot?" Ag Guiwen questioned again.

"That's a low chance! Even if they prevented the scouts from detecting, but the terrain of Britain is still more familiar to us, it would be good to plant sentry posts where necessary, and active reconnaissance would not work, but wouldn't it be simple to prevent them from sneaking up? ”

After Mordred said this, most of the knights nodded, and it seemed that this was a more convincing strategy.

"This is so reckless!" Ag Guiwen was still not very receptive to this plan, and he looked at the king, hoping that the king would not directly agree with the plan.

However, the king seemed to be thinking about something else and did not pay attention to him.

Just as Agguiwen was about to call the king again, the meeting of the Knights of the Round Table was interrupted by hurried footsteps outside the hall.

The panicked soldiers ran into the hall, causing the Knights of the Round Table to turn their eyes to him.

The soldiers were a little out of breath, it looked like there was some kind of emergency, could it be that the French were attacking the city? That shouldn't have been, Camran wasn't close to Camelot, and there were sentry posts along the way, and if they had attacked, the king would have known earlier.

"A force has appeared in the northwest." However, it was not the enemy from the south, but the new characters that appeared in the northwest. "Judging by their flag, it should be the Knights of Fiona in Ireland."

"Knights of Fiona?" Gareth repeated the name once, and if there was anything to do with Ireland lately, it was probably that she had been there once.

But why did it come at this time? Could it be that Queen Maeve has figured it out? Willing to support Britain?

No, it probably wouldn't be like that.

Unconsciously, a subtle sensation rose from the bottom of Gareth's heart.

The king looked down and thought for a moment, then got up and walked out of the hall.

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