My Knights of the Round Table

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Chapter 83 Chapter 29 West and East

Camelot's West.

North Wales.

There are only two countries in the vast land.

Lord Rodgrens of Camrid and King Lyens of Bangor.

One is in the east of North Wales and the other is in the west of North Wales.

Compared to the seemingly benign appearances of the six countries in South Wales, these two countries seem like natural enemies.

The war continued, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

It is completely unexpected that these two countries are both Saxon and surrounded by a group of Celts.

Fetos City.

This is the main city of Liens, close to the northwest coast of Wales, with only two places bordering the land, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The excellent location allows them to hold on to both sides of the southeast.

The south is bordered by those Celtic kingdoms, and Rodgrens will not attack from there, so as long as you hold the east front, you can be foolproof.

Therefore, unlike the raging wars in the east, it has always been peaceful.

It's just that there are some special guests here today.

Liens frowned, looking a little puzzled, more dissatisfied and angry.

He is an old man in his fifties with gray hair, but his face is still very firm, his body is tough, and his mental state is very good.

He was also a very good and powerful knight when he was young.

A man stood opposite him.

A blond young woman with a black veil and a luxurious crown on her face.

Thinking of the thousands of knights outside the city, he spoke slowly.

"Morgan? Don't go to your brother, what do you want to do in my enemy's territory?"

"Do you still want to help your brother solve me, and then attack Roth and the others?"

The voice is sarcastic, the attitude is not good.

After all, whoever woke up in the morning and found that there were hundreds of thousands of knights of unknown origin in his main city, and also asked to negotiate with himself, would not be in a good mood.

Dozens of knights all around were staring nervously at the man above the hall.

Although it can be defended, but at this time it is the period of war with King Rodgrens, eating these knights will definitely hurt the vitality, and the defense line in the east will probably not be able to hold.

And what he wanted to know more was, how did they silently appear near his main city?

The southern border and the eastern border are both firmly guarded by their own troops and spies, and the west and north are boundless oceans.

He can still accept a few assassins leaking in, but an army of thousands?

With so many armies of enemy countries appearing on the edge of his main city, is he a king?

This is no longer a matter of the army and spies being food buckets!

He has already begun to wonder if the border troops have collectively defected.

Are they still flying over?

"Dear King Liens, forgive my abruptness."

"I am not here to help my brother, but to help you."

Morgan spoke softly, smiling.

King Liens frowned slightly, and his expression moved slightly.

He had heard the news between Morgan and the six Celtic kingdoms of South Wales, and the attitude of Arthur's other two sisters towards Arthur.

"Roth they want to pull me in too?"

"Then don't talk anymore."

"I've told them many times that when the war between Votiggon and Rome made it impossible to go west, quickly deal with Rodgrens and Camelot. They've never heard of it, and they've been watching the fire from the other side."

"Now that King Arthur has been on the throne for two years, the domestic political situation has stabilized before he knows he is in a hurry? What did you do earlier? What do you use to punch Camelot now?"

King Liens snorted coldly, thinking of some unpleasant things.

Because of the geographical location, the relationship between King Rodgrenth and Camelot has always been good, whether it was in the period of King Uther or the current period of King Arthur.

When Arthur first ascended the throne, he sent a generous gift.

And King Liens, of course, would not have a favorable impression of this mortal friend.

But his toughness as a knight and his old stubbornness made him hate the hesitant Celtic kings even more.

More like a king of politicians than a knight.

That face made him sick.

Morgan smiled slightly.

"You misunderstood. These knights and I are not here on behalf of King Roth."

"Then who are you?"

King Liens looked at her vigilantly.

The corners of Morgan's mouth twitched slightly, he lowered his head, and spoke softly.

"We are here on behalf of Ireland.

"On behalf of the whole of Ireland, help you against Camelot."

......

East of the Western Roman Empire.

further east.

in the military camp.

Compared with the Roman knights in bright armor, and the ordinary soldiers in clean soft armor, the soldiers here are mostly shabby.

Some were wearing soft armour, while others were wearing worn-out clothing.

Whether it is soft armor or clothing, it is full of stains, stained with blood and has not been cleaned, it has turned black.

Countless scantily clad men and women stood in the camp.

Every man is full of muscles and strong, and even women are very fit and full of explosive beauty.

Everyone stared at the high platform in the center with their eyes burning frantically.

The sky is dark and full of stars.

Today is the full moon night, and the bright moon exudes a bright light, which is extraordinarily large.

The high platform is surrounded by bonfires and gorgeous flowers, and the high platform is also covered with all kinds of strange but very beautiful patterns.

Not a good match for the cluttered camp and the filthy people below.

A young girl with short white hair, wearing a leg-length white headscarf, and wearing only white underwear was standing there.

Close your eyes and look up at the moon.

The bright moonlight fell on her face, as if to convey something.

The girl didn't know what she was thinking.

Or feel something.

After a while, she opened her eyes.

There is little emotion in the red eyes, only indifference.

"Britain."

"God says, Britain."

"Holy Swordsman."

"To kill him."

He raised his head, looked at the far west, and whispered softly.

As soon as the voice fell, the people below screamed frantically.

"Go to Britain!"

"Destroy everyone who dares to stop us!"

"Attila!"

Attila lowered her head and looked at these brave soldiers.

There is no emotion in the eyes.

She is thinking and calculating.

Step on Rome, on Gaul, on British soil.

Defeat King Romulus, Defeat King Ban, Defeat Voticon, and arrive outside Camelot.

To do all this, to reach the time before the holy swordsman, and then kill him, how long does it take.

After a while, I came to a conclusion in my mind.

She frowned for a long time.