"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

After the war, the banks of the Blackwater River were in shambles, and Berto walked up to King Charles covered in blood and asked humbly.

"I'm fine, thank you for your heroic rescue. What's your name, knight?"

Charles asked with a tired look on his face. Thanks to the sworn guards of the King's Guard, Charles was not killed by the Beastmen siege. He's not in good shape. The King is a Knight of the Holy Grail, and he is brave, experienced, and loyal. But he is old, and everyone can see it......

"Berto. ”

"Oh...... Berto ...... I remember, back then, it was you who defeated the Marquis de Staff in a duel and won his daughter, right?"

Charles leaned his body with his sword, a faint smile on his tired face.

"That's all in the past. ”

Berto laughed, tucking his sword into its sheath. Two old men looked at each other and smiled on the blood-soaked battlefield.

"It's rare that you defeated Staff, who was a Knight of the Holy Grail, and you were ......"

"Just a little-known little knight. ”

Berto laughed.

"It's a legend, and you're continuing it today. ”

King Charles squeezed out a smile, but the pain in his chest made him uncomfortable. He clutched the wound, where dark red blood was squeezing out of the gauze.

"Your Majesty, go and rest first. ”

Berto held the old king by his hand with a serious and sincere expression.

"You are a good lord, a true knight, tell me, what reward do you want?"

Charles was helped off the battlefield and asked about the old knight beside him by the way.

"It is the duty and duty of every Bretonnian to protect the King, and I ask for no reward, Your Majesty. Berto replied lightly, "Materially I have enough, but spiritually I need to work hard and pursue it myself." So, there really is nothing else to ask for, Your Majesty the King. ”

"Okay...... Bretonnia if everybody were like you......"

Charles stopped talking, and it was obvious that there were some things that he would not be able to say in front of everyone.

......

In the pale morning light, King Charles stepped out of his tent, surrounded by silence, the gray river beach had not yet been cleared. The layers of beastman corpses are like mass graves, which is disturbing.

A cold wind blew from the forest, Charles couldn't help but wrap the cloak on his back, the long-term battle left him with a lot of roots, some wounds will attack on wet days, and yesterday's new wound undoubtedly made the pain more intense.

Stepping on the soft grass, Charles struggled to move, and the hot breath exhaled from his lips, which quickly condensed into a white mist in the air, and even without armor, he still felt heavy. When the sky was gray, the cooks boiled the pot and prepared breakfast. White cooking smoke was everywhere, like a thin line rising into the sky.

"Your Majesty. ”

Walking in the barracks, the soldiers saw Charles and saluted him. Charles smiled back.

"Good work, soldier. ”

He said.

"It is my pleasure, Your Majesty. ”27KK

The soldiers either had bandages on their heads or gauze on their hands, and many had not had time to wash their armor, still carrying the blood they had left on the battlefield yesterday.

"Seral, bring my horse, I'm going to look across the river. ”

Charles turned to his attendant and ordered.

"But Your Majesty, your injuries?"

"I'm fine, just a short ride. Charles smiled stiffly, "Go ahead, if this thing is not implemented, I can't sleep well." ”

"Okay...... My King ......"

A few minutes later, the squire led the horse to the king's side. The black colt was calm and serene, carrying its knight, slowly walking towards the river. This is the place where yesterday's bloody battle took place, with corpses piled up on the riverbank, and some carrivorous birds visiting late at night, now landing on these corpses, pecking at the flesh and entrails of the beastmen. The attendant followed closely behind, for fear that something might happen. Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

On the bank of the river in the early morning, there stood a group of wood elves. Charles recognized them. It's the commander of this army of wood elves, Aralos, and the prophetess Live.

"I knew you were coming. ”

Wood Elf Lord Aralos whispered. Unlike the other Wood Elves, Aralos didn't have a hint of pride or pride on his face. He knew that it was the Bretonnian who had helped him and his people win the battle. For the order of this world, human beings have paid a lot. Including these Bretonnian knights in front of them.

"A great victory, but I suspect it's not thorough enough. ”

Charles slid off his horse, still tired. His pale hair fluttered in the early morning breeze, and the traces of time were written on his face. Unlike these elves, even after thousands of years, they can still not grow old or sick.

"Mogul is gone. ”

"He never showed up!"

There was hatred in Aralos's words. At the same time, like Charles, he felt uneasy. The horrific invasion of Mogul without seeing Mogul himself is absolutely unbelievable. Unless Mogul is not here at all......

The two of them thought of a ......

"I sent forest scouts to investigate, but so far I have found no sign of a large number of beastmen. ”

Alalos continued. The prophetess beside him was similarly melancholy.

"But what is certain is that Mogul was not killed this time. As long as it's there, the threat is there. ”

Charles said—

"I should have thought that the fight shouldn't have been so easy. My knights lost less than two hundred men. Before the archers' quivers were emptied, the battle was over. ”

"I suspect we've been tricked. This war must be revisited. ”

Arallos returned.

"Mogul only follows the instructions of Chaos. It has no intelligence of its own, but the Chaos Gods know cunning and deceit. From the standpoint of the Chaos Gods, where do you think they would most like Mogul to go?"

Charles asked rhetorically.

Aralos didn't want to admit it, but his inner voice told him that if Mogul wasn't here, he was definitely heading for the Eternal Forest.

"My troops continue to repair here for another day, and tomorrow the army of the Wood Elves will leave. As you said, we need to be aware of what's going on in the forest. Anyway, thank you and your knights for your help. I will let the chantors stay and help you get rid of the pollution. ”

Alalos's face was gloomy, and he knew that the troops had to rush back to the forest as quickly as possible. But having just experienced a fierce battle, even the best forest hunters need to rest.

Mogul ...... The thought of the monster made Aralos grit his teeth. He clenched his hands into fists, anger darting between his brows.