My Knights of the Round Table

A flash of surprise flashed in the green pupils, but it was quickly replaced by a warm smile.

"You lost." He said lightly.

The power in the Sword in the Stone is still continuously transforming his body.

The power in the hilt of the sword was transmitted to the body, turning into warm currents, flowing around in his body.

Strength, physique, spirit or speed, whether it was his physical fitness or anything else, he felt that it was slowly changing.

"You will no longer be human."

At this moment, Artoris suddenly understood what Meili said.

"Any more?"

Artolis bypassed Elien who was standing there in a sluggish state, walked behind him, looked at the group of young knights, and said calmly.

The young knights fell silent.

Elion is also well-known in Camelot's knighthood.

Although the family is not the top in Camelot, it is also one of the best, and his father is also a duke from the generation of King Uther.

The talent itself is also good. With his own efforts, the swordsmanship is also ranked at the middle and upper level among the young knights.

Just such a guy, he was defeated in one move.

It was still a move that he had been accumulating for a long time and took the initiative to attack.

Comparing heart to heart, most of the people present are similar in strength to Elion, and they are not too strong.

Seeing Artolis' relaxed expression, they didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, a golden dull hair stood upright in Artolis's blond hair, as if it had emerged from the ground, drilled out from a pile of blond hair, and stood upright on the top of his head.

Then...

"Be careful!" Bedivere suddenly screamed.

The delicate little face was full of frightened expressions, and the body was like a silver light, rushing towards Artolis.

At the same time, a resentful voice sounded from behind Artolis.

"go to hell!"

Chapter 9 The Purpose of Artorius

Elion came back to his senses and raised his head blankly.

Look around, to be precise, the audience around you.

Disdain, ridicule, ridicule, all kinds of malicious gazes all fell on him now, even if he lowered his head, he could feel the burning pain of those gazes on his body.

He who was born with a golden key in his hands, had he ever suffered such a gaze, who looked at him without envy and admiration on his face.

And the source of everything, that kid who didn't know what shit happened and pulled out the sword in the stone, was right there, and he accepted the admiration and admiration of a group of people.

That should have been mine.

"go to hell."

Thinking of this, Elion couldn't bear it any longer. He picked up the long sword on the ground and slashed directly at Artoris, who had his back turned to him.

What chivalry morality, chivalry, chivalry virtue, chivalry manifesto?The King of Camelot, the legendary prophecy?

Shit!

The long sword slashed at the unsuspecting man with his back turned to him. Elion's eyes were scarlet with murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth grinned in a morbid smile.

He had already thought of the miserable appearance of that guy being split in two by his own long sword.

Suddenly, the guy who was about to die in his eyes just suddenly had a dull hair on his head.

The dumb hair moved.

Then, he turned around at an impossible speed and slapped his wrist with a sword.

"Ah!" A scream came from his mouth.

The long sword was directly knocked out by the sword in Artolis's hand, and even his hand was twisted by the enormous force.

He covered his deformed wrist in pain, and let out a hoarse scream in his mouth, but his body did not dare to move.

Because the sword that was originally inserted in the stone was already on his neck.

Looking at Artolis' cold eyes, he had no doubt that as long as he dared to move again, the sword in Artolis' hand would be inserted into his body without hesitation.

He wanted to pull out the sword, but he wanted to pull the sword out of the stone, and he definitely didn't want to pull it out of his body.

"My king, are you alright?" Bedivere arrived late, standing beside Artolis in horror.

"fine."

Looking at this loyal girl who suddenly arrived, Arthur couldn't help but turn into a gentle smile.

"Want to kill him? I'll do it, Wang." Bedivere sighed in relief.

Emerald green pupils turned to Elion, who was being forced by Artoris with his sword, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Looking at this loyal and lovely girl, the corners of Artolis's mouth twitched slightly, but he shook his head indifferently.

"No need, it's just an ordinary person, just lock it in, there's no threat." Artolis said softly, showing a very gentle smile to Bedivere.

"Sorry for worrying you."

"No...it's fine, it's my duty as a knight to protect the king."

The warm smile of Artolis made Bedivere's white and tender face a little red, and the kind words made her a little uncomfortable, as she explained stutteringly.

"He's just a shit-lucky apprentice knight."

"A villain who has beaten me with a sword."

"I am the son of the Duke."

"Kill me if you have the seeds, or wait for my dad to rescue me, and I will kill you sooner or later."

Hearing the sarcastic words of Artolis, and seeing the shy look of his sweetheart, the anger in his heart was suddenly ignited, and the fear of being in control of life and death disappeared. There was a sword on the neck of the place, but he roared unscrupulously and said unsightly words.

He didn't notice at all, the eyes of the people around him became more and more strange.

"Enough, shut up!" A majestic old voice appeared, and the voice was full of anger.

Hearing this voice, Elion's arrogant face suddenly stopped, his face was full of astonishment, but he didn't dare to continue talking halfway through.

"What Elion said has nothing to do with the minister."

"My servants are loyal to King Uther, and have always believed in the prophecies of King Uther and Magician Merry."

"The minister is willing to follow in His Majesty's footsteps, and there is absolutely no intention of not being a minister."

"Father..." Looking at the respectful middle-aged man with his head bowed in the distance, Elion hesitated and looked puzzled.

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man's eyes were about to eat Elion, full of anger.

Taking a breath, he lowered his head and continued.

"The child is ignorant and does not know the etiquette. Please ask Your Majesty to be magnanimous."

Artoris retracted his sword, and Elion was like a deflated ball, slumped on the ground, his face pale.

He didn't care about him anymore, but turned his head, without a smile or any anger, just looked at the man who was bowing to him flatly.

Bedivere stared at Elion on the ground, reaching for his sword to prevent him from attacking Artoris again.

The venue, which had been noisy all the time, suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Duke Blanc's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his body had been tense because of the tension, so he didn't dare to look up.

"I know Duke Blanc's loyalty." After a long silence, Artolis said lightly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Blank's tense body relaxed and said with relief.

"But..." Atoris sighed softly.

Blank's body suddenly became tense again, neither advancing nor retreating, he could only wait for Artolis to continue speaking.

With a hesitant expression on his face, Artolis spoke after a long while.

"You heard what he just said."

"I also know the loyalty of Duke Blanc, and I also know that you only have this son, so I didn't kill me just now."

"but..."

Artolis paused deliberately when he said this.

Duke Blanc was also silent, and after a long while, he said slightly bitterly.

"I am willing to hand over the command of all the knights under the...

All lords and dukes have their own knights.

The king fought by commanding his own men, who in turn commanded their own knights.

Especially in Camelot, where King Uther has been dead for more than ten years, this phenomenon is even more obvious.

Handing over the command is actually no different from handing over all the knights that he has raised to Artoris.

It's just that, for the sake of the king's face and his own life, no one would say that these knights under him were his own.

"It can only be like this." Artolis sighed, looking regretful and very helpless

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Uther's Child