Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"Mr. Lancelot and Mr. Kai, you two will go to the Irish military camp to find out the news and make sure if the news is true. Once you find anything, report it to me immediately."

Hearing this, Lancelot smiled.

He raised his eyes and looked at Kai, and then they both knelt on one knee and saluted Artoria.

"Yes, my king."

"Gao Wenqing, you are in charge of contacting the commander in Scotland and asking them to send some information about other fronts."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the three knights present suddenly changed slightly, and they showed solemn expressions at the same time:

"Other fronts? My king, do you mean...?"

"That's right." Arturia closed her eyes slightly, answering their questions with a serious tone.

"I suspect that Ireland has secretly assembled forces on other fronts, if that is the case..."

Sitting in the seat, her face became more and more serious. At this time, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere began to slowly fill the air.

"We've got to figure out a way to pre-empt them before they do all this."

Chapter No.17 Leah Turned into Light

If there is a chance that things will go wrong, no matter how small the chances are, it will happen. ----Murphy's Law.

'Sure enough, as I guessed. '

Arturia sat behind the table, lowering her eyelashes.

The golden hair on her forehead covered her extremely cold eyes.

'Ireland is indeed gathering forces. '

'This is not good. 'The index finger of her left hand tapped the surface of the table subconsciously following the thoughts in her heart.

The birds chirped crisply outside the house, and the spring breeze caressed the emerald green branches.

However, such a brisk and lively scene made the atmosphere in the meeting room seem dull and depressing.

With the efforts of the two knights in the investigation for the past two days, they finally confirmed that what Lancelot said earlier was true.

And now this scene is precisely for this reason, to discuss how Britain should respond to this move against Ireland.

In the room, Gawain, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head to look at King Arthur who was not far away thinking.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, King Arthur, who seemed a little slender, suddenly raised his eyes and looked back.

Four eyes facing each other.

Wang Bi's green eyes were calm and steady, just a glance, but it miraculously soothed the boredom and anxiety in Gao Wen's heart.

This is really unbelievable, but it seems to be a matter of course.

King Arthur has such a unique aura. When you look at her, it seems that no matter how difficult things happen, she will not be moved.

She can fix everything, so don't worry.

Reliable, powerful and reassuring.

She has a dignified and clear demeanor.

"Since we already know about this matter, why not just follow the plan."

Arturia's eyes turned from cold to bright, like a river blown clean by the wind.

The clear eyes, the soft sunlight, and the awe-inspiring green reflected in the spring.

Arturia softly explained her thoughts to the knights, and each word spit out from her lips, like silk threads weaving into a tight net.

And the big fish to be caught in this net is called Ireland.

A cottage, king and knight.

Wait for the singing birds to fly away, wait for the blowing wind to stagnate.

The sun had already set by this point as the ongoing discussions eventually turned from an idea into a viable strategy.

"Gentlemen, may victory and glory always belong to Britain."

With Artoria's blessings, she drew the final conclusion to this long-lasting discussion.

"May the victory be everlasting, and may the glory be everlasting."

The knights knelt on one knee, lowered their heads and chanted their blessings, with respectful and respectful eyebrows lowered.

Watching their leaving backs, Artoria's mood became clear. Her eyes were far and wide, full of confidence in this battle.

The three knights went in three directions.

Gawain went to contact the Scottish commander, explained the situation to him and asked to take over the command temporarily.

Lancelot went to the barracks to select soldiers himself and form them into the 2000 cavalry squad that he would lead.

Kai went to inform the captains of each team, asking them to count the strategic materials and make full preparations for the battle.

The sun has already set, and the last twilight is scattered on the floor through the window, leaving only a subtle brightness, and dust is flying in the faint twilight.

A war is imminent.

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Arturia stood on a high hill, and all she could see was blood staining the entire land.

Not far below the hill, British and Scottish soldiers were fighting hard.

They jumped up one by one desperately, and then fell down one by one.

She could clearly see a young soldier wielding the sword in his hand, killing two enemies and then being pierced by Irish soldiers in the back.

At the moment of falling, he was still shouting the slogan of 'Scotland must win'.

This situation made her heart ignite with a sky-high anger, the heart of the dragon in her chest was beating eagerly, and the magic power in her body had already begun to become restless.

Arturia tightly held the holy sword in her hand, once again feeling how fragile life is.

She wanted to go to battle to kill the enemy herself, and wanted to cut off the enemy's head herself.

But not yet, the timing is not right.

She still has to wait, until Lancelot and Kay give her a signal of success in the battle.

Just now.

"Boom!"

The sudden soaring flames, accompanied by a huge roar, rose from the rear of Ireland.

This unexpected fire instantly threw the Irish army into disarray, and they looked back blankly.

The faces of the Irish were full of panic and uneasiness, and the place where the flames blazed was exactly where their barracks were.

Arturia's originally motionless figure suddenly raised her head, her gaze was burning like a torch, and waves like sparks appeared in her eyes.

She knew in her heart that the fire just now was made by Kai and Lancelot, and the huge roar that resounded through the sky was the signal they gave.

"Prepare the horse."

Arturia's voice was majestic and steady, and her emerald green eyes were full of burning fighting intent.

After taking the bridle handed by her personal guard, she quickly turned on the horse and raised the holy sword in her hand.

The brilliance of the holy sword looks sacred and solemn under the sunlight.

"attack!"

Following Artoria's roar of anger, the assault team that had been ambushing on the nearby hills for a long time jumped down and charged at the Irish army that was already in a state of disarray.

Riding her mount and charging into the enemy army, Arturia raised her sword and dropped it, as quickly and violently as an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

One breath is magic.

The overwhelming force she displayed shocked and terrified the enemy troops, who had never seen such terrifying force.

Fear began to spread, and the Irish commander sounded the call to retreat.

The tide-like enemy army receded like a plate of loose sand, and the previous arrogant arrogance disappeared at this time.

Did you run?

Can't run.

Desperate cries came from the enemy's rear again. Lancelot and Kay, who arrived in time, were leading the cavalry to drive the Irish army ahead.

Those scattered soldiers were troops transferred from other fronts in hiding in Ireland.

Originally, Ireland wanted to make a surprise move to turn the tide of the battle, but they didn't expect to be taken by Artoria and others who were planning to plan.

The explosion just now destroyed their supplies and killed their hiding soldiers.

Only those survivors who were less than a thousand were left, crying and being driven into the battlefield by the cavalry led by Lancelot and Kai.

This is the best time.

The British and Scottish armies followed the previously set course of action and left the battle without hesitation and quickly.

At this time, all they could see were the Irish enemy troops who were gathered together, looking terrified and bewildered.

Arturia retreated to the edge of the battlefield, and then tightly grasped the sword of the vowed victory in her hands, she slowly raised it above her head, and the dazzling brilliance slowly gathered on the holy sword.

It was so dramatic that the Irish troops let out a panicked cry.

There are magicians in the army, but they have never seen such a powerful and breathtakingly huge amount of magic power.

In today's world where magic power is still exhausted, that kind of dazzling brilliance can only exist in the previous age of gods.

No, that incomparable and irresistible magic power is also rare in the age of gods.

Accompanied by the liberation of magic power, Arturia swung down the holy sword above her head.

In an instant, a huge torrent of light swept across the entire battlefield, and the Irish army was vaporized by the dazzling light before they even had time to utter their dying cry.

When the light disappeared, all the surviving friendly troops were dumbfounded.

With just one slash, all the Irish troops on the battlefield were reduced to ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Their gazes turned involuntarily to Arturia who was holding the holy sword, and everyone was speechless as if they were frightened.

a long time........

It was like boiling water on the surface of a calm lake, and the emotions of joy and excitement were churning like waves.

With a cheer, everyone began to shout excitedly about the heroes in this war.

"King Arthur!"

"Long live King Arthur!!"

Chapter 18 Parade

I know that in this world, everything is as short as dew.

So is time.

In the blink of an eye, another two years.

After that battle, King Arthur became famous in the first battle.

Arturia possesses an absolutely powerful military force, and also possesses a strategic foresight that far surpasses this era.

Holding the sword of victory, she has never been defeated in the war, and the reputation of King Arthur gradually spread far and wide with one victory after another.

The surrounding countries put away their coveted hearts for Britain, and those bloodthirsty beasts could only be forced to succumb to King Arthur's iron blood.

With regard to internal affairs, Arturia relied on her long-term historical development vision to promulgate one policy after another to benefit the people.

Under the leadership of King Arthur, Britain became stronger and stronger day by day, and the world happily sang about the greatness and strength of the king.

Poets wrote hymns for him, and everything was sung in that poem.

[Praise be to the brave man who fears no fate

He is not afraid of disasters and threats