Bristol is the birthplace of the English aristocracy, and over the generations has developed a strong defensive system built by fortresses. At this moment, in the hands of the rebel knights, a strong attack will pay a great price. Instead of letting Mordred take the lead in the attack, Galahad chose to wait for King Arthur's army to arrive.

After lunch, the sun was setting, and an army of more than 2,000 people led by King Arthur arrived at the camp outside Bristol.

"What else to discuss! Just kill it. Verbose. "Mordred slapped the table irritably" to treat such a rebellious villain, and expect persuasion to work, which is incomprehensible. ”

"Restrain him, Galahad, it's your responsibility." King Arthur stroked his horse under him, and said in a deep voice, "If persuasion does not work, the first attack will be launched this afternoon." ”

"Yes, my king." Galahad replied.

[This gesture, if the identity is revealed, the result should not change. Can you only wait for the coyote to do the right thing for heaven? Absolutely not! Mordred's hand clenched into a fist, "Yes, my king." ”

The persuasion to surrender did not help, and until dusk, the people in the Bristol fortress did not reply a word. "So the battle won't be able to take place today." Galahad sighed. "Mordred, wait. The fortress in Bristol was so strong that if no one could be persuaded to attack head-on, the casualties would be very heavy. ”

"Hmph, look at me. Ah, Red Thunder! "Mordred rode out of the line." Rumble! With a loud bang, Mordred blasted a large hole in the walls of the fortress.

"This kind of destructive power, if we knew what we were hesitating about, it would have been good to go straight over." Galahad wiped the non-existent sweat from his head.

King Arthur's beautiful knight, Bedwell, who was always willing to serve as a backdrop, admonished: "My king, I see that the time has come to attack. ”

King Arthur nodded, drew his shining sword of victory of the oath, and shouted, "All the army is attacking!" The knights swooped into the hole that Mordred had blasted out. The shouts of killing suddenly stopped.

In the corners of the castle, mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, and sharp swords were scattered haphazardly, telling of unwillingness. A knight is gradually driven into a dead end by Mordred.

"Answer me, why do you rebel against our king?" In the midst of war, Mordred is like a fierce god from hell.

The knight had no way back, and raised his head in resignation, "That king is too perfect. ”

Cut off the knight's head, blood splattered all over the walls and sprayed Mordred in the face. Drops of bright red trickled down from the helmet, and Mordred's vision was a little blurred. As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, Mordred sneered: "Fool, what are you dissatisfied with the perfect king!" "The knight, who has long since lost his life, cannot answer anything. The bored Mordred looked up, and the lonely king was standing on the city wall, his back motionless, his face cold, and the wind-blown royal robe was hunting. Mordred suddenly sighed: "The king has no selfish desires, what is necessary is necessary, and what is not needed does not exist. Never daydreamed, and there was no dream in my heart. If this continues, what should come will still come. 】

Mordred covered her head in pain [No matter what, you can't rebel! Absolutely not! I don't want this fate to happen again! 】

But... Mordred's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light: "Let's kill the cowardly nobles who provoked the knights to rebel first, and dare to do such a move." Lifting his sword again, Mordred walked into the fortress again, step by step, but in the direction of the residential area.