Chapter 2234: Warrior Legacy (8)

"Probably some kind of emergency escape system. Looking up at the golden portal, Arthur calmly analyzed: "When the Dragon Golem is damaged to the point of no repair, or for some reason trapped in an irreparable situation, the Golem's pilot can use this emergency portal to escape to a safe place. ＂

"It's like Iron Rider's emergency escape system. Bedeville snorted, the image of an escape chair with a parachute ejected from a crashed iron horseman. In fact, many knights relied on this to save their lives, and the crash rate of iron horses in cavalry battles was even higher than expected.

But using a portal to escape is a real luxury. The technology of the ancient gods and men is really high-end.

"Let's go check it out. Arthur said, and without thinking twice, crawled towards the open portal.

"Wait, what if there's danger on the other side of the door!" the big white wolf hurriedly followed.

However, since it was an "escape exit", the other side of the door was supposed to be a safe place. When Bediwell leaped out of the portal and took a vigilant look at his surroundings, he realized that the place they were in was actually a calm and beautiful island.

And the scenery is familiar. This island looks like a ------

------ Avalonian Pure Land?

The best proof of this is the apple trees planted around the island, which are no ordinary apple trees, they have golden leaves and produce golden apples. In the night, the golden apples and leaves emitted a faint golden light, so that the entire apple tree island was shrouded in a hazy light, so that the island, which was originally lacking in lighting and should be very dark at night, actually had a brightness like dusk.

"Avalon...... Arthur made a similar judgment, but when he saw the coastline along the edge of the island, he immediately dismissed his own idea: "No. Avalon should fly in the sky in its entirety, not bordering the sea. ＂

"And what kind of place is this? is it just a special island of apple trees in the Avalonian Pure Land?" asked Bedeville, "where the hell have we been teleported, and what the hell are ------we going to do on the way back?"

Bedivir didn't have to worry about this, the portal they had just used had been open so far, and it had no tendency to shrink or disappear at all. And it looks like it intends to keep it open------ at least for a long time.

Since this is the place connected to the portal opened by the dragon golem, it must be a safe place for the dragon golem's driver to escape and take refuge, which means that this island should at least not be in any danger. Perhaps this is really a small-scale "Pure Land of Avalon", a place of seclusion, a place where drivers fleeing the battlefield can heal and take refuge.

Since we've all come to this kind of place, let's search this small island that is not too big.

Arthur looked around and could easily estimate the size of the island from its coastline. And outside this island is an endless ocean, and it is estimated that it is very far from the mainland, and even from the island of Great Britain.

On the other side, less than thirty yards from the shoreline, in the center of the island, is a small hill that is not very high. There seems to be something there.

Figure?

...... No. How can it be.

Although the faint golden light of the apple tree in the night, it seems that the shadow of a person under the tree can really be seen from a distance, but the shadow does not move at all, and it is probably not a real person at all, but some kind of statue. But it was definitely a landmark worth exploring, and Arthur had no reason to leave it alone. So he kept his guard and walked up the hill step by step.

The closer you get to the hill, the more sparse the vegetation becomes, and although the area around the hill is not yet bare, the scarcity of vegetation there gives a nice view at the top of the hill. The only vegetation, a huge apple tree, stood like a stone monument in the very center of the island, its leaves and fruit shimmering, but it was several times brighter than the other apple trees on the island.

There was indeed a figure under the apple tree, and as Arthur had speculated, it would not move, it should be just a statue. Arthur and the others were still approaching behind the statue, so they couldn't see what the front of the statue was. But when King Arthur walked up to the statue and looked at the statue that seemed to be sitting against a tree, he was stunned.

"It's ...... Me?"

That's right, the face of that gray-white stone statue looks exactly like King Arthur nine hundred years ago. Although the whole stone statue was lifeless grayish-white, it looked so lifelike, as if the real King Arthur had fallen asleep under a tree.

And it stands to reason that people build stone statues for the king as memorials, and they should not generally place the stone statues in squares and other places where many people can see them? What is the commemorative significance of placing the stone statues on this isolated and uninhabited Apple Island?

The strangest thing is the shape of this stone statue of King Arthur. If people did build stone statues of the king as a memorial, then they would generally do so when the king died. The stone statues built are either the old king's old and dignified appearance, or the king's heroic and majestic appearance in middle age.

But the stone statue of King Arthur that appeared in front of them was not the same thing at all. The stone statue was the appearance of a young man, without the so-called old and serious, nor the so-called heroic, he looked like he was quite tired after the battle of life and death, so he sat against the tree, and fell asleep forever.

The appearance of that young man is almost no different from that of King Arthur before Arthur and the others traveled to another world, that is, nine hundred years ago.

It was as if King Arthur had no middle age and old age at all, and he would have been in this way when he was still young......

------Death.

It's really unlucky. A bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on Bediwell's forehead. He did his best not to get King Arthur from noticing.

"Arthur," the big white wolf behind the Knight King asked smugly, "I remember Merlin said that there is no legend of King Arthur in this world, and this other world nine hundred years later does not know King Arthur at all, right?"

"Hmm. The blonde boy snorted as an answer.

"So what's the matter with the sword of the king that was pulled out of the tomb of the warrior in this other world?" Bediwell looked at the stone statue of King Arthur in front of him and asked, "And there is also a stone statue of Arthur standing here." ＂

"I don't know. Arthur snorted, as if trying to analyze it all, "But since this is a different world, history doesn't necessarily flow in the same direction as our original world. Perhaps there was another King Arthur in this world 900 years ago, doing something similar to what I had done before. But what he did did not have much impact on history, he was not a king, he was not a hero that everyone praised, and his legend did not stand the test of time for 900 years, and it was forgotten during this time. ＂

"Your conjecture is not unreasonable...... Bediwell chimed in, even though his instincts told him that it didn't seem that simple.

"Bediwell, this is not our world, this is another world, and it is separated from our world for a full nine hundred years. There is no need to be overly concerned with the distorted history of this otherworld. Arthur said, "Just do our part." ＂

"That's right. The big white wolf looked left and right: "Say...... The King's Sheath isn't nearby, and there doesn't seem to be any trace of the Saint King's Sword?"

"I noticed it too. Arthur snorted. There is no holy sword next to the statue of King Arthur. If King Arthur had died somewhere nine hundred years ago, the Holy Sword would have been Arthur's burial object. However, it does not seem to be King Arthur's tomb, it is just a stone statue. It is a matter of course that the funeral goods are not here.

"It's a pity. If I can retrieve my Saint King's Sword, my combat power will be greatly improved. Arthur then said, "But this is another world, and it is difficult to say whether the sword of the holy king has been forged." Maybe [I] in the other world has never broken the sword of the king at all, and the sword of the king is still there. ＂

The Sword of the Holy King was actually broken between Arthur and his half-brother Gonder during a duel. From that day on, King Arthur lost the sword of kings forever. Although the Sword of the Holy King is similar to the Sword of Kings in terms of ability, it is actually an imitation created by Merlin and Vivien. The broken Sword of Kings was made into the scabbard of the Sword of the Holy King by Merlin, which later became the Sheath of the King.

The world they are in now, in a different world nine hundred years from now, will not necessarily happen. Therefore, the probability that the sword of the king has not broken is very high.

"Perhaps we can ask Merlin when we get back, and ask him to find out the whereabouts of the King's Sword. Arthur glanced up at the sky and the huge apple tree, "There's nothing left here to explore." Let's go. ＂

"Hmm. The great white wolf nodded, and was about to follow Arthur back. But the thought of them following the portal back to the bottom of the Warrior's Grave, and then from the great labyrinth of the Warrior's Grave to Penzance Harbour, full of traps, gave him a headache.

At the same time, a golden light appeared behind them.

"What?" Bediwell exclaimed, jumping back vigilantly, keeping his distance from the golden light.

It's not a golden light, it's an infinite number of golden lights to be exact. It was originally just a raindrop-like light falling from the golden apple tree, but over time it began to turn into one line after another, golden lines. Countless lines of golden light stretched from the trees to the ground, and the golden light gradually thickened and brightened, and finally turned into one "slit" after another. The slit was flanked by a border of golden light, but within the boundary were countless scenes, from all over the world, both cities and villages, even mountains and rivers.

"What is this?" said Arthur.

He found a rare familiar sight in the landscape reflected by the countless slits of light------ the shoreline of Port Penzance.