No one knows King Arthur better than I do

Therefore, Artoria looked at Morgan.

"Sister Wang, although this matter will be very troublesome, if you can't find a way to deal with food in Ireland, then I can only ask you to go to the Vikings' camp... Even if there is no food in other places, but They must be there."

Hearing what Arturia said, Morgan nodded after thinking for a while.

"I'll go and have a look... But now that the land is starting to deteriorate, it's best not to have too much expectations from them."

Camelot is in a bad place right now.

The more this happened, the more Morgan couldn't leave now.

With such thoughts in mind, Morgan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

——It would be great if the problem here could be resolved sooner.

——When the problems here are all resolved, then I will be able to bid farewell to Camelot's identity, directly incarnate as Moore, and go to Karl to live in seclusion in Ireland.

—I really want to see you soon, Carl.

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20. The Land of Ten Thousand Races

Inside the boundaries of the British Isles there was a group of Vikings.

Calling the Vikings may be a little gentle, and more places may call them another name-Vikings.

This group of 'making money' guys basically won't be troubled by land degradation.

They don't even know that the land is degraded.

— After all, they don't farm either.

Eating and drinking is all about grabbing, which fully implements the principle that as long as others grow more, then they have a bite to eat, and I can grab it to fill their stomachs.

So they did not lack food.

Even at the end of this autumn, I still think about doing things everywhere.

And their goal this time is - Ireland.

"Wang, are we really going to Ireland..."

This small group of high-level Vikings looked at their king, and when Ireland was mentioned, even a sturdy group like the Vikings shrank their necks.

This is also impossible.

If the embers of the Irish Gods are not extinguished, there are often some devil pigs running on the land.

This is not the first time this group of Vikings has invaded Ireland.

They invaded Ireland three times in a row, and then their first three kings were also divided into three times, and they all died together with a magic pig about the size of a boulder.

The head of the demon pig is still hanging in the hall of the group of Vikings.

But everyone knows that it's just a devil pig on the land of Ireland, and it's not the strongest one... What if we go to Ireland again and meet the devil pig again?

Hearing the high-level people in his own group say so, the current King of the Vikings snorted coldly.

"We are fearless Viking warriors! Wherever we fall, we will naturally stand up there! Just a few beasts..."

Before he could finish his sentence, one of the senior officials below rolled his eyes at him.

"This is the original words of the brave Olha, who once claimed to be the strongest Viking warrior in the past 500 years... Then he was killed by a magic pig less than half a day after he set foot on the land of Ireland. So king, don't say This is unlucky."

Forehead…

The king of the Vikings was a little embarrassed.

But at this moment, after all, he choked back what he hadn't finished, and changed his terminology.

"There are indeed those monsters on the land of Ireland...but the inhabitants of Ireland can live, and we Vikings can definitely set foot on that land!"

"There is no land in this world that cannot be conquered! Only those who dare to take risks will be lacking!"

"People in Ireland are also human beings, even they are generally thinner and smaller than us, and they are not as good at fighting as we are - they have all survived on that land, why can't our fearless Viking warriors set foot on that land!?"

"So don't stop me, I've made up my mind!"

In this way, amidst the sighs of the high-level Vikings, the current King of the Vikings made such a decision again.

☆

"Carl, didn't you say that the previous people were not good at fighting? This time I found someone who is willing to help you and who is good at fighting."

During breakfast, Scathach and Karl said such a nonsense.

Then in the morning, she took Carl to an open space not far from the side of the town he built.

Here, hundreds of giants gather together, and a few guys with wings as arms, women's bodies, heads, and claws also stay with these giants—other than that, they are very familiar with Karl. The goblins are gone.

"Giants, goblins... those hairless ones are also harpies?"

Perhaps Karl was so shocked by the real harpies before, so now that he sees this kind of species that is similar to the harpies in his impression, he doesn't even dare to confirm what the other party is.

Hearing Karl's inquiry, Scathach explained to Karl.

"These hundreds of giants are the giants who met me before and were beaten away by me. The harpies... What you saw before were mainly because there were too few embers from the Age of Gods, so they became giants. That way, the Harpies looked like this many years ago, you restored the vitality of the branches of the World Tree, and these guys all returned to their original appearance."

The goblin Scathach didn't explain.

After all, Karl knew them too, so there was nothing to explain.

"The fighting power of giants is pretty good. The harpy has a very strong language talent. It is a race that can basically learn the language of any race. It can also use monsters to fight. It is also a race that can fly. It has a great advantage—— —These fairies are good at building garrisons, building and defense techniques, so they will definitely be very useful for building positions.”

"Karl, you said before that the residents in this town don't have much fighting power. I just remembered that I found this place randomly before, so the location is actually not very good-I can use runes to lure away the devil pigs, but this There is an island occupied by the Vikings in the sea next door, if the Vikings invade, then the town has no fighting power. "

"The three tribes are willing to come and help because you saved the World Tree."

"So I brought them over, too."

Hearing what Scathach said, Karl nodded.

It is a question of whether the residents in the town of these three tribes can accept it—but once they accept it, there are so many of these guys, and it can have a very good effect on the construction and defense of the city. [-] [-], [-], [-] [-]

and so…

"Go and talk to the residents of the town for a while. If they can accept it, let these three tribes settle down around."

The name of the Vikings, Karl, has still been heard.

Although it is reasonable to say that the time when the Vikings really became fierce was hundreds of years later, but living with such a group of guys next to him still made him feel the need to take some defensive measures.

After all, he is alone, and there are only two with Skaha.

It's just that the Vikings are fine on an island.

But if you have to solve all battles by yourself, then it doesn't matter whether the retreat stronghold prepared for Morgan is qualified, and he is too busy.

He couldn't make these residents stronger quickly.

So if they can accept it, the defense force in this town will become stronger in one go.

——Originally, Karl thought it was a problem whether these formerly enslaved Irish residents could accept these three races.

But in fact, the acceptance of the three races is surprisingly good.

Before this group of townspeople felt uneasy because there was no guard in the town, but now after seeing that the extremely powerful three clans also listened to the words of the 'mayor' Karl, and even acted as the guard of the town, and did not live with them, This group of residents also directly accepted the members of the three ethnic groups.

After all, the three clans killed all those who had hatred against them.

The rest of these are just hungry for a while, and the resentment towards them is not that great.

So the three clans stayed.

Then a huge town with no shortage of food, magical and powerful, and claiming to be able to accommodate all ethnic groups...or it should be called a city-state now, spread across the land of Ireland.

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21. Old Knowing the King

What is the first thing to do to set up a camp for the giants?

If it is placed elsewhere, it is probably land preparation, but in Ireland, the first thing to do is to drive away the devil pig.

Previously, because the embers of the Age of Gods were dying, the large group of demonic pigs had no signs of going out for the time being, but now that the embers of the Age of Gods had returned, the group of demonic pigs became active again.

So when Scathach used special runes to drive the group of demon pigs away from here, even Karl felt his scalp tingle at this scene.

There are about five devil pigs the size of a boulder, two devil pigs the size of a hill, and dozens of normal little devil pigs...

Carl felt his scalp tingle when he watched this large group of demon pigs running towards the sea in the distance, let alone other people.

After Scathach finished this step, she looked at the positions of the goblins and giants.

"It's time to start."

★

The navigation technology of the Vikings was very developed.

So after they had an idea, they immediately started to prepare the boat, set off on the same day, and arrived at the coast of Ireland the next day.

"My lord... are we really going to land in Ireland..."

The high-level who had advised the king of the Vikings once before advised his king again.

Among the Vikings, this high-ranking officer is already a 'senator of the three dynasties'.

He used to be in the group that was with Wang's grandfather, and then he watched the king of the previous generation was killed by the devil pig, and then he watched Wang's father being killed by the devil pig for not believing in evil, and then Wang's uncle didn't believe it. Xie was bumped to death again... Finally, it was Wang's turn to not believe in Xie...

"Of course!"

But the Viking King apparently didn't take what he said seriously.

"—and don't take me for a fool."

Saying so, the King of the Vikings showed a smug smile as he stepped off the boat.

"I investigated before I decided to come. Although I don't know the reason, the number of magic pigs in Ireland has gradually decreased. In recent years, it is rare to see one. "

"That's why I said that your worries are unnecessary."

Hearing what their king said, this time the high-level Vikings gave him a surprised look, and then found that their king was different from the kings of the previous three generations.

Although his body is still that of a Viking, his eyes are indeed sharper than those of the previous three generations of kings.

"When my grandfather died, I was studying the Irish devil pig, and wanted to avenge my grandfather - but then my father refused to listen to me and insisted on revenge, and my uncle was also brainless... and I am different from them, I really did my research before coming here.”

"No one knows magic pigs better than me!"

Hearing what his king said, the Vikings behind him raised their weapons high and cheered.

then…

The sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking sounded like this.

Not really a devil pig.

But...

A large group!

From the end of the jungle in the distance, a large group of demon pigs pushed a large area of ​​trees as easily as a typhoon passing through, the land turned up, and they ran into them with an unstoppable trend.

"I……"

The young king of the Vikings couldn't believe his eyes.

"Didn't find out about the demon pigs during this period of time, why are there demon pigs here, and there are such a large group of them!?"

He just stood there stupidly, and the senior Vikings who had been admonishing him before sighed, grabbed him, and ran directly to the distance, while the other Vikings saw his After the action, he also reacted, and quickly dropped his things to follow.

The wave of demon pigs charged a considerable distance.

It wasn't until the king of the Vikings came to his senses that he yelled at the distressed team around him.

"How many of us are left!?"

Following his voice, the senior Vikings who survived by luck sighed helplessly.

"Less than one-third..."

Hearing what he said, the Viking king's face was obviously stiff, but he quickly regained his energy.