There was once such a story that Liu Bei asked Wolong, a half-life wanderer, to officially compete for dominance in the continent after Wolong came out of the mountain.

Zhuge in the middle period is almost an invincible existence, the grass boat borrows arrows, Chibi borrows the wind, takes Jingzhou, enters Xichuan, and is full of spirit. But no one can really be invincible to the end, and Zhuge met his fateful opponent Sima Yi in the later period.

Now Arthur has also met the first man in his fate to be called his opponent, Merlin the Sage of Avalon. He has a strong ability to predict, he can be called the strongest man in the mainland, he is really immortal, and now he has begun to lose face, and the rules are changing little by little in his hands.

The unexpected appearance of Joan of Arc was equivalent to the opinion of the church, which made the conditions for Farin to counterattack come to naught, which also indicated that this battle not only did not get any expected results for Farin, but Wang Yao suffered heavy losses of 500 knights, leaving only 132 horsemen.

Gawain is weak, Tristan, Ranmaro, and Zenga can't fight again in the short term, and Bediwell lost his left arm, maybe it's really fate, something is inevitable, and the historical Bediwell is also a one-armed knight.

"What are you thinking, my friend. "Bedwell didn't know when he was coming here.

The camp in the distance is being recuperated, and they will recuperate here for a few days to discuss the next decisive battle with the other two kingdoms.

One by one, the soldiers cleaned up the pieces and buried the dead.

Arthur took advantage of this time to get away from everyone and rode to a quiet lake in the Dulac Forest not far away, the water was not particularly deep and clear, and the surrounding jungle was not too dense, which was even more gloomy, just like his current irritable mood.

"No, it's just a little annoying, I'm afraid that the people around me will leave one by one in the future, and then there will be nothing left. Arthur sighed as he looked at his friend's empty left arm.

Bedwell looked at him with a smile. The flowers bloomed on the ground, and the sun shone brightly on Bedwell. His smile was genuine, and there was no unhappiness or frustration, as if misfortune had never befallen him.

"Arthur, I once worked hard to train with Baron Arin so that one day I could become a knight under your command and jointly defend the small territory of the Sith. ”

"We grew up together, both painful and happy, and spent a long time. ”

"Baron Arin once said that if life is smooth sailing, it will be boring, and it is precisely because fate is full of waves that we can grow, please don't take all the responsibility on yourself. ”

"After this ordeal, both me, Tristan, and Ranmarok will grow, and the people of the Sith are waiting for us to return triumphantly. ”

"Please don't give up hope, you are now the master of the Sith. ”

Arthur smiled. "Xiaobei, I think you follow Artoria, maybe we won't have to fight in the future. ”

Bedwell is a delicate knight who can feel it with his heart. After the Battle of Kamran, Bedwell rode a white horse to bring Altoria and the Holy Sword to the Forest of Kamran, and was ordered by the king to return the Holy Sword Excalibur to the lake. As long as he loses the protection of the holy sword, the seriously injured King Arthur will die like a normal person. Bedwell hesitated twice to return the king's life, but the king said, "Just obey the command," and went to the lake a third time and threw his sword into the lake. He did not serve the state, but because the king handed over the sword. After returning to the forest to report to the king, the king fell into a peaceful sleep. The king was at peace at last, and the knights proudly guarded the king.

The knightly code in his heart is to guard the allegiance of those who are loyal to him, and nothing else. Fame and fortune have nothing to do with him, and the silver knight of the pansy is the only survivor of the Knight of the Round Table, forever stationed at the king's tomb.

"Who is Artoria?" asked Bedwell, surprised.

"The red dragon of the war queen is the young man named Arthur, he is the daughter of King Yusher, but he hides his identity and makes it easy to move; ”

"Didn't the Fairy of the Lake send Morgan to help me in the first place, but Morgan is Artoria's sister, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten to this point, and to be honest, I still miss her a little. Arthur glanced at the Holy Ring, Morgan was the NPC who sent the equipment, first the holy sword and scabbard, and now the ring.

Alas, miss her ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first time Bedwell heard these things, Arthur had to say it all over again.

"Then what do you want to do. "It's a tricky thing. This battle will herald the first meeting between the Red and White Dragons, and even this time will determine the future direction. And the little barony master actually became the son of prophecy, this identity changed too quickly, right?

Arthur sat quietly by the lake, explaining the current situation to Bedwell. "Remember when I told you I wanted to be king? That's true, and by all indications, Yarin wasn't my father at all. Arin was black-haired, black-eyed, and he never said he was from the Flame Emperor, but nine times out of ten, he was over there, and I was blonde and blue-eyed, and the chances of me being his son were slim to none. ”

"When I was in the royal capital, someone asked me about the treasure, and my father, this bastard, didn't tell us any information. ”

Treasure?Bedwell frowned. "The baron seems to have given Shalene a piece of brown paper for her to keep before he died, as for giving up if you want to be a king, let's manage the territory well, if the baron is really not your father, I will accompany you around when the Sith territory is stabilized. ”

"Why? The mainland strategy plan I told you at the time was true. Why don't you support me one by one? ”

Bedwell touched his forehead with his right hand, and the wound on his left arm seemed to ache again.

If he didn't die, Arthur would be uncomfortable.

"It's not for nothing that a generation has become kings, but they are all the most powerful holy sword envoys and mercenary kings, and they are all heroes and saints who are famous all over the continent. Widely praised by bards, there are many powerful followers who can respond to each other. ”

"What do we have, a poor territory in the Sith, me and you, plus the three old lords, Tristan and Ranmaroke, although they are powerful, but where are the identities of the people, they will not be loyal to you, my friend. ”

Arthur said with an eyebrow. "It's all good to say with me, if I win this time, Merlin's stinky fool will be imprisoned in Avalon, and as long as this stinky fool doesn't come out and make trouble, Artoria's little lion won't be a problem. ”

(Your name is Artoria Lion Cub, is it really appropriate?)

Bedwell looked at Arthur suspiciously.