My Knights of the Round Table

As for the facts... no one would spread the word like that, and the nobles who hated him would definitely add fuel to the story.

Although in this world, because of magic and mystery, women are not as powerful as men, and there are many women among knights, even stronger than men, but the traditional concept of this era is like this. Since the age of mythology, no matter what, women is the goods.

Just like Arthur's sisters, and the daughters of King Outchu in Western Ireland, these two are relatively clear to Artorius.

In order to appease Lin Guo, his father, King Uther, married off both daughters and handed them over to those guys in Wales.

King Ochu of Ireland was even more fierce, and gave birth to six daughters in one breath, and the first four were all married to other countries.

What's more, he still threw his daughter to the hostile country during the war.

At any rate, King Uther was strong enough to marry his daughter to win them over on the basis of ensuring that the two countries would not dare to oppose him and could only be obedient.

Of course, the most important thing is that those two daughters are not his own.

Great King Aochu, he directly threw his own daughter to the hostile country.

Unfortunately, the ending doesn't seem to be all that good.

Marrying a daughter and throwing water out, lifting a rock to shoot oneself in the foot.

Whether it is the daughter of King Uther or King Ochu, when they marry into other countries, they all start to do everything possible to help their husbands deal with their motherland.

"Then how do you prove it?" Artorius came back to his senses, looked at Elion, and said lightly.

duel.

It's a pity that Artorius can't say this now because of his identity.

"I want a duel."

Good boy.

Chapter 8 The Duel of the Knights

"As you wish." Artorius smiled.

Bedivere's heart tightened, his expression was bewildered, and he was even aggrieved, just like an abandoned cat.

"King?" she asked unwillingly.

Artorius smiled and shook his head to express his gratitude.

Turning around, he looked at the group of young knights.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me besides him?"

challenge?

Not only Erian, but those young knights who were about to fight for the throne through a duel, looked at Artorius in the middle of the field, eager to try.

Seeing this, Kai's originally confident eyes also became worried.

As a childhood sweetheart who grew up with Artorius, she naturally knew the strength of Artoris.

To put it bluntly, among the younger generation of Camelot knights she knew, except for Bedivere who would defeat him, the rest were unlikely to be his opponents.

As for Bedivere and Artorius, who is stronger?

Honestly, Kay doesn't know.

The past few years were fine, but as she grew up, the gap between her and the two of them became more and more obvious.

In the past few years, Artorius, who used to fight her back and forth, almost hangs and beats her all day long, and the same is true for Bedivere.

It's just that Bedivere is more sensible, and when the two competed, they deliberately released water to avoid hitting her.

This made her even more confused.

This is also the reason why she refused to compete with him these years.

However, even though he was so strong, facing so many knights, Kai was still a little worried.

So arrogant!

How could there be such an arrogant guy?

Just an apprentice knight!

"You defeat me first." Elion walked out of the crowd, holding a luxurious knight's sword with a silver blade inlaid with gold trim in his hand, his eyes were full of jealousy and disdain.

Artorius glanced casually at the knight sword in Elion's hand.

In the past, he really envied those formal knights.

You can have your own horse, you can ride on the street without any scruples, you can travel anywhere on the island according to your mood, you can think of any monarch you want to serve under the banner of allegiance, and as long as you are skilled in martial arts, you will definitely be reused.

More importantly, he has his own sword and gun.

Artorius, before today, did not have his own sword at all, and used wooden swords and the most common iron swords for training.

He has never even touched a gun, and he doesn't know how to use it.

Because Duke Hector once told him not to let himself practice with those inferior guns.

"Because it's you who want to use it. Swords are fine, but guns must not be used to practice marksmanship with rough workmanship. How did the magician tell me that it would be bad if you accidentally developed any strange habits. .”

Before that, Artorius was very puzzled, especially who the Lord Magician was talking about.

Of course, more anger, towards that magician.

Don't let me use a gun, saying that I'm afraid of awakening some strange habit with an inferior gun, and then don't give me a gun?

The most important thing for knights to fight immediately is the spear, and the most important thing for foot combat is the sword.

In war, the decisive thing to win is to fight immediately.

Arthur, who is almost an adult, doesn't even know how to use a gun.

Artorius casually glanced at Meili who was watching the play with great interest not far behind him, and clenched the sword in his hand.

The Sword in the Stone, although the name is not very good, but it also has another nice name, the Sword of Victory.

It is only two words away from the legendary sword of vowed victory, and its ability is indeed much worse.

But I have to say, the shape of this sword is really handsome.

The hilt is as bright as a sapphire, the blade is silvery white, with long gray-gold stripes painted in the middle, and a blue-black special pattern painted in the depth.

I don't know if it's material or magic, but the sword always reflects a faint light.

Although it was not as dazzling as when Artorius was first drawn out, it looked unusually well matched with the sword itself, exuding a faint royal aura.

Both in appearance and temperament, he overwhelmingly defeated the gleaming golden long sword in Elion's hand full of nouveau riche atmosphere.

It is worthy of the name of the sword of the king.

Not to mention Artorius' background, his appearance coupled with this sword and the plain expression on his face, he really has the aura of a king.

The noble ladies around looked at Artorius in the field, their eyes were full of admiration and love.

They don't care about so many intrigues, and they don't care about Artorius' background.

Don't worry about those girls who are intriguing, they have a girlish heart, and they are more keen to believe in that prophecy.

What's more, it is certain that Artorius will be their king now.

This level of identity added brilliance to Artorius and ignited their love.

In their eyes, the current Artorius is simply the perfect candidate for Prince Charming.

"What am I thinking!?" Elion threw away the strange thoughts in his mind, looked at Artorius opposite, with a grin on the corner of his mouth.

As long as you defeat him, all the glory and admiration will fall on yourself.

And he was just an apprentice knight who couldn't even become a knight.

I am an official knight who has been a knight for many years and is well-known in the entire Camelot knight circle.

This battle is easy.

"Let's do it." Artorius stood on the spot with a calm expression.

"Arrogance." Elion snorted, with disdain in his eyes.

In his mind, he had already imagined the admiring eyes of those noble ladies who transferred to him when he defeated Artorius neatly.

Even he will become the king of Camelot, and Bedivere will become his guardian knight.

And this apprentice knight who appeared out of nowhere would only become a stepping stone on his way to success.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the joy in his heart, and rushed towards Arthur with his sword in hand.

As a knight, he was naturally not an idle person. He crossed the distance of more than ten meters in just a second, and rushed in front of Artoris.

The long sword slashed down fiercely from top to bottom, engulfed in gravity and inertia, and slashed at Artorius at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this scene, Bedivere, who didn't know the depth of Artorius, felt his heart tighten, and the anger in his eyes almost killed Elion.

But because of what Artorius said just now and the glory of a knight, she didn't dare to step forward to stop the duel.

If this sword couldn't be blocked, Artorius would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

'bah'

'bah'

A crisp crash sounded.

The crisp sound of the long sword hitting the ground followed closely.

Elion stared blankly at the long sword on his neck, and...

Empty hands, and Artorius' plain face.

Face full of disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

"So weak." Artorius thought.