People in Britain, the opening game drew the sword in the stone

Chapter Seventy-One Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Vakuli!!

The Picts were defeated, and the main force of the Picts and even the living forces were basically captured.

Under such circumstances, how to deal with these Picts is also a small problem.

If you want to say raise it, it will definitely be able to be raised in a short time.

After all, today’s Britain still has gods to protect it, and the yield of food is good, whether it will rot or not, the addition of these things is too terrible.

But you can’t just raise it in vain.

So how to arrange these Picts next, that is, a question that needs to be discussed.

After Livaran had placed these Picts, he was asking Roa about this, and Roa smiled when he heard Livarand’s inquiry.

“The reason why those Picts were able to unite to this extent was partly because of the leading warrior called Vakuri, and partly because the food availability on the Pictavian side had declined, resulting in a compressed living space.”

Speaking of this, Roa also looked at Livaran.

“I have investigated this matter, which was initially only at the edge of Pictavia, but the scope of this shrinkage is gradually increasing… The shrinking land can no longer produce abundant food, the water source is no longer sweet and delicious, the food will be sour and rotten, the grain will not even be preserved with poor farming methods, and the meat of animals will no longer be simply processed and edible. ”

Hearing Roa say this, Livaran frowned.

“King, do you mean that such a situation will also affect us?”

As for what Roa said, Livaran did not even dare to think about it.

If such a situation really happened to Britain… Then I am afraid that Britain will not be much better than the Picts.

However, Roa shook his head slightly after hearing his words.

“Livarand, it may not affect us, but it has already affected us, hasn’t it?”

“Well, you mean the Picts attacking us?”

“Nope.”

Roa stood on the city wall, no longer looking at Livarand, but at the endless Pictavian wilderness in front of him.

“Now that all the living forces of the Picts are in our hands, and the Picts side has unified so many living warriors, Wakuli has also been captured by us——— so who do you think is the current master of Pictavia?”

Listening to Roa’s words, Livaran, who had not reacted just now, now reacted.

He widened his eyes and looked at Roa.

But Roa didn’t wait for him to give an answer, so he continued.

“Today’s Pictavia certainly belongs to me and to Britain!”

“So it’s not already affecting us——— so how to deal with the shrinkage of the land is a subject that needs to be studied, but before studying that kind of complex problem, you also need to prepare for the worst, and then you have to figure out how to make the people live after the whole of Britain becomes like this, right?”

Speaking of this, Roa smiled.

“So most of these Pictavians, except for some that I need to use, are of course going to be put back to study this problem.”

“But…”

Livaran frowned visibly, while Roa spoke before he could say the question.

“Don’t worry, I won’t put them back in vain, I will include Pictavia in Britain, and at the same time I will find someone to supervise the entire Pictavia Place, and I also believe that as long as she is there, Pictavia will not have any problems before Roa sent Artoria to find Kai and Skaha before he came to the Celk Domain.”

After Artoria passes, she and Kai will be able to stabilize Camelo’s situation, so that Skaha will not need to be over there.

So at that time, Roa also asked Artoria to bring a new appointment to Skaha.

At this point…

“She should have arrived.”

Wakury’s mood is mixed.

On the one hand, he was unhappy that he was caught, and on the other hand, this unhappiness could not make him rise up to resist when facing Roa, so he was now in an extremely entangled state.

Such a vakuri feels that the so-called warrior’s pride taught by the teacher has all been lost by himself, and now he is like a dog whose spine has been broken, he can’t even climb up, he can’t raise his head, he can only lie on the ground…

But even so, he did not express his intention of surrendering to King Arthur.

He knew very well that so many of his comrades had been captured, and King Arthur must have tried to deal with the sudden addition of so many people.

Then the best way is naturally to start with the person who takes the lead.

But even if he is afraid, he will not surrender.

Because he knew very well that the entire Pictavia manpower was basically brought by him, so once he surrendered in this position, it meant that he gave the entire Pictavia to King Arthur!

He would never allow such a thing.

So Vakuri was actually mentally prepared for everything in the past few days when Roa was still hanging in the dungeon.

He will never surrender!

Even if Pictavia no longer had the strength to fight after this battle, he believed that as long as he did not surrender, the remaining Pictavian would do everything to fight and resist.

As a result of surrender, the entire Picts would be reduced to slavery to the Britons.

So instead of looking like that, it’s better to fight to the death!

Die with dignity!

As for the victory over that king… This possibility Wakuri is no longer thinking about.

Because that’s basically impossible.

Eh.

As soon as he thought of this, thinking of Luoa’s royal power, Wakuri also sighed in his heart.

It was at this time that he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the passage of the cell.

It seemed that after a few days of hanging on him, the King Arthur was finally going to free his hand to deal with him.

Scold.

But he was trained under the hands of his teacher in the Land of Shadows!

He had seen death long ago, and he had seen things more terrible than death.

So come ——— have any means!

Even if I can’t beat it, I, Vakuri, will let you Britons see the backbone of our Picts!

With this thought in mind, Vakuri watched as the door to the dungeon was opened.

And then…

At the moment when he saw the figure with long purple hair and leather armor walk in, the iron-boned Wakuri directly weakened his legs and knelt on the ground on the spot.

“Old, teacher!?”