Under the city of Wuye, Liya looked at the majestic city wall and was silent for a long time.

"King, do you need to attack immediately?" asked a pretty figure next to him who drove his horse to Leah's side. Although the voice does not fluctuate, it is not difficult to hear the tenderness in it. Liya, who was awakened, looked back at the pretty figure next to her that had never changed, nodded, and said lightly: "Well, pass the order down, rest for a while, and let the infantry start attacking the city." ”

"Yes. Hearing this, the pretty figure stared at Ria for a moment and nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the figure.

Looking at the disappearing back, Leah wanted to reach out to stop her, but the hand she wanted to raise couldn't move no matter what.

Eventually, with a sigh, it could only disappear into the void.

Once the red thread of fate is broken, can it really never be connected again?

No one has been able to answer this question.

At least no one can explain the ethereal thing like fate, not even Merlin, who can see the future, and Merlin, who predicts fate, cannot.

Leah, who is burdened with many fates, and even the ending is already doomed, has never known what 'fate' is!

As the lord of the city of Vuyer and the count of the French Empire, Lawrence enjoyed all the comforts and comforts of life as a nobleman.

He also believed that he would continue to live like this until he died of old age, and perhaps make a fortune in the wars waged by the Empire.

Because he believed that with the strength of the French Empire, no one could shake his position, and war was only a ritual of plundering wealth and territory for them.

He was now actively preparing for a grand plunder ceremony.

He knew that France had now begun a war against Britain under the leadership of Crotaire, and he saw an opportunity to make a fortune from it.

Although their defeat to Britain ten years ago caused a great loss of national strength, this did not affect his confidence.

Because he knew very well how powerful France was today, and he didn't think that their king, Clotaire, would make the same mistake as he had done ten years ago.

He never doubted the outcome of this war, not the slightest, he always believed that they would still return with a lot of plundered wealth as usual, in honor to the cheers of the people.

And today, just as he finished his lunch as usual and was about to go to sleep, he was told that they were surrounded by British troops.

When he hurried to the city wall to look out, he gasped, and the dense army that could not be seen at a glance was preparing under his city, which made his heart twitch.

He really couldn't figure out why the British army had come here, could it be that the army led by Clothire had been defeated?

But it was wrong to think about it, because the news from the front was that they had won a great victory, and the British army was no match at all.

After steadying his mind and looking down, the first thing he saw was Leah at the forefront of the army, looking at Leah's petite body, Lawrence wanted to scold his mother, why is Arthur, the king of Britain, here? Isn't she supposed to be at war with their king Clotel now?

King Arthur Lawrence is no stranger, in fact, this name is not unfamiliar to the whole of Europa, because its owner is too legendary and mysterious, as if he is the son of God, as long as it is related to her, all will be covered with a veil of mystery.

Whether it is the legendary king chosen by the sword of the king, or the prince who subdues the princes with a few thousand men and dominates the whole of England. Or ten years ago, the killing of their 150,000 French troops put a layer of mystery on King Arthur.

It seems that everything about her is related to the mystery, as if she is omnipotent as a darling favored by the heavens, even he and his wife have a destiny that makes everyone envy the prophecy of heaven.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him, all he has to care about now is whether he can withstand King Arthur's attack, if not, then everything is empty talk, and he will lose everything.

However, looking at the dense army under the city wall, Lawrence only felt that his scalp was numb, although he couldn't know the specific number, but at least there must be 100,000 people.

Thinking of this, he really couldn't figure it out, King Arthur has fought here, so what is the situation on the French army? Will it be completely wiped out?

This thought really made him jump, and he quickly shook his head to expel this thought, and then thought that maybe His Majesty already knew about the situation here, and maybe he was on his way here.

Thinking of this, Lawrence hurriedly called an official and said, "You immediately send a messenger to inform Your Majesty of the situation here, and hope that he can immediately send troops to help." Be fast, you have to be fast, you know?"

"Got it, Lord Count. The official replied respectfully, and then stepped back.

After watching the officials retreat, Lawrence looked back at his army, which was less than 5,000 men, and could only pray that Crotair would come back in time to relieve him, otherwise he might really be doomed.

Although he is on the defensive side and is in an advantageous position, he is not as numerous as others, even if he uses a pile of heaps, he may be able to annihilate them, not to mention that Britain is not a fool, would he do this kind of thing that hurts the enemy by 800 and loses 1,000?

Lawrence was desperate, because under the orders of the petite King Arthur under the city walls, the war had begun, and it also showed him how far the difference in strength between them was, in just half a day, the people on their side were almost dead, and most of the remaining ones were still wounded, and even the city gates were in tatters, and it looked like they were in danger of collapsing at any moment.

And the reinforcements he was looking forward to, not to mention the shadows, even he himself no longer had any hope, he knew that in such a short period of time, not to mention the reinforcements, even whether the news had arrived or not was unknown.

Looking at the particularly conspicuous golden figure in the army, Lawrence's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly thought of the best way at present, that is, to kill King Arthur, so that the British army would definitely collapse, so that the danger of the siege could not be lifted?

But it is not easy to kill King Arthur among the hosts, no, this is more than a fantasy, not to mention the legend that King Arthur defeated all the knights before he had the qualification to draw the sword of the king, so it means that she has a very strong strength, which is even more difficult.

But, some things are unexpected, aren't they?

shout

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, as if tearing through the space, and the power made people deaf for a while.

A black shadow flew towards Riya from the already tattered city walls of Wuye City, but in the blink of an eye, it came to Riya's side.

The instinct of profundity, the first moment of perceiving the danger, makes the nerves sharpen and ache, and without looking at it, Leah turns on the 'Avalon' to isolate the impending danger.

burst

His face suddenly became hot, and a strong smell of blood came from his nose, and he reached out and touched the moist liquid on his face, the liquid that had penetrated Avalon's absolute defenses and splashed on his face.

It's blood

Why is there blood?

Leah thought suspiciously, and turned her head to look at her incredibly pretty face.

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