The carriage traveled to the outskirts of the royal city, where stood a majestic castle, the residence of the Duke of Gloris.

The carriage did not stop at all, and headed straight for the castle gates.

"Merlin, what are you going to do?" Uther cried out in surprise, "we can't go in like this."

Merlin chuckled lowly, "Your Majesty, Duke Gloris, left the castle yesterday and led his troops to the battle."

"So what, I don't have a reason to visit... If the people of Wales had known that their king coveted the wife of a minister, I would have been despised and laughed at by all.."

Uther looked flustered, but Merlin remained silent.

The carriage was soon stopped by the castle guards, and Uther glared at Merlin, desperately thinking of an excuse in his head.

Merlin just gave him a gentle push behind his back, "Go, Your Majesty. You're Glories tonight."

Uther staggered out of the car, pale.

When the guard at the gate saw him, he looked surprised, but saluted respectfully, and then immediately opened the door.

"Lord Duke, why did you come back so soon... Are you the only one.." The castle's butler followed Uther and took off his cloak for him.

Yuser was still immersed in Merlin's last words, "You are Glories tonight", and he was in a trance, and then saw that the clothes on his body had changed, and his hands had become thick and thick.

Who am I?

The mirror in the hallway reflected Uther's current appearance, a dignified and dignified middle-aged man.

A wave of ecstasy rose from Yuser's heart, and he saw Gloris, who was Gloris... Tonight, he is the owner of this castle, everything is his, he can enjoy it to his heart's content, including the charming and amorous Lady Igna..

"Where's Madame, take me to her."

Uther couldn't wait to speak.

"Madame is in the room, already asleep.."

Uther pushed open the door, and a sleeping beauty lay quietly on the gorgeous bed, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Yuser stared at the woman on the bed tightly, his heart beating violently, his mouth feeling dry, and his blood rising.

"I'm back.."

"Hmm?.. Belch.. Ahh

Outside the castle, a figure suspended in mid-air and fused into the darkness of the night silently watched the men and women in the room frantically intertwined.

He chuckled under his breath twice, then skimmed over the top of the castle and looked further away.

"The seed has been planted, and now it's time to coax the sheep into the pen."

...

Countless torches converged into a flaming dragon, dispelling a portion of the darkness and winding its way through the dense forest.

The faint light of the fire illuminated the hesitant faces, their ragged clothes, their hands clutching homemade weapons, wooden spears, spears, and axes, to name a few. Their faces were uniformly smeared with blue tree sap, and they had the alertness of rabbits, but they were as embarrassed as jackals.

A graceful woman walked through the crowd, her long blond hair tied behind her head with a straw rope, revealing a beautiful but weathered face.

The woman tightened her pace, caught up with a tall and burly man in front of her, and whispered: "Brother, where are we going?..

The man turned his head, his beard thick, a long scar on his left cheek, and a look of exhaustion between his eyebrows, which was concealed by determination.

"The great sage said that he found a place. There is the most fertile land for farming, and there is no one to disturb us, so that we will not have to flee like rats under the drive of the Roman army.."

The woman's eyes showed a deep look of doubt, "However, in this direction, I remember going to... Doomsday Mountains.."

The man's face froze for a moment, and then he replied in a low voice, "Gwen, you should have remembered wrong.."

"No, brother.." The woman couldn't help but frown, "We've been here, you should remember... At that time, it was not called that name... Misty Mountains, Elves.."

The woman's words slowly lowered, as if recalling some bad memory, ".. And that one, the aristocratic young man who flew away on a magic dragon.."

"Gwen.." The man suddenly interrupted the woman, "I said it a long time ago, you are mistaken... There are no magic dragons in this world.. You just had a dream and took it as reality.."

"Brother. The woman's voice unconsciously raised, "That's not a dream, Joseph and they're all dead. I still remember the young man's name vividly, he said his name was . . . Merlin.."

The last sentence was inaudible in the woman's voice, ".. Same as the Great Sage.."

"Shut up!" the man glared fiercely at his sister, his bloodshot eyes hidden in them with a cold and palpitating light, "Gwen, you have to remember that Rome is our worst enemy... It was the Great Sage who saved us, and without him, everyone here would have died a long time ago.. This is not the Doomsday Mountains.. It's us, the home of the future.."

The woman was stunned, looking at her brother, and the strangeness made her afraid.

At some point, everyone around them turned their heads to look at the two of them, their faces painted with blue sap, changing shadows in the flickering firelight, like devouring evil spirits.

The man turned his head away, no longer looking at her, and followed the group on.

The woman moved her feet in a bit of despair, and at the front of the procession, a huge fireball was suspended high, which was the magic of the Great Sage, like a light in the night, guiding all the outcasts in the direction.

"I'm not mistaken... I can't be mistaken.." The woman muttered to herself, and slowly, her voice quieted down, and she disappeared into the crowd.

“.. Maybe I'm really mistaken..."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the procession stopped, and there was a low cheer from the crowd at the front, and then quickly spread backwards until it reached the woman's side.

The fireball at the front of the team was extinguished, and then, a thin but earth-wide figure floated up, his body emitted a faint white light, different from the white light of the Holy See, this light contained hope, freedom...

"The Great Sage.." Everyone's eyes were full of excitement, reverence, and deep reverence, and their mouths whispered.

"Across the hill ahead, we're there.." The soft voice of the Great Sage clearly reached everyone's ears, including the woman, "Soon, you will be free from death, cold, hunger.."

Everyone's faces could not hide their excitement, and they could not help but cheer, and now it will come to a successful conclusion after the great sages have brought them together to fight against the brutal Roman army, steal food, and survive.

The war is gone, and a quiet and peaceful life awaits them.

The woman's expression was a little dazed, she seemed to see a faint light in the distance, the color of blood, but it was blocked by the figure of the great sage.

She suddenly woke up, the Demon Race?!The Doomsday Mountains have long been invaded by the Demon Race, those cruel and ferocious monsters, feeding on the flesh and blood of women and children...

"Go, the dawn is coming. We still have a lot to do to choose a piece of land."

The Great Sage gently urged, and everyone became fanatical, rushing over the mound with torches in their hands and rushing towards their new life.

The woman couldn't help but jump on a big rock and shouted: "No, you can't go over, there's no hope there.. There is only death there .."

However, no one paid attention to her.

"Damn it, Gwen, you hurry down..."

The woman's brother scolded and shouted angrily below.

The woman seemed to be unconscious, and from afar, she saw the gaze of the great sage projecting at her, and she was enveloped in a great coldness and fear.

Then the screams rang out, and the dawn came, but no sun fell.

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Let me explain that in the original "King Arthur" play, Gwen was the leader of the Blues... Also, legend has it that Merlin fell in love with a woman named Vivien and ended up imprisoned in a transparent prison in the Elven Forest...

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