The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

The Hundred Riders King drew out his own sword, inserted it into the sword mark of the Power King's Chosen Stone, and drew his sword again in full view of everyone.

"See? This is God's choice."

The other party's voice was full of mockery. He waved his hand to split the Chosen Stone into two pieces. The Hundred Riders King opened his arms to welcome the laughter around him.

Menechel said nothing. He just stroked the hilt of his sword and watched the cheap circus with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 19: The Heart of Playing Political Tricks Is Dirty

2023-07-29

Although he had a thousand words to say, Menichel was still regarded as a hero by the rebels and taken back to the barracks because of his outstanding performance of fighting one against two and not losing.

Many residential houses in the city of Carrion have been occupied and used as temporary bases. Fortunately, the Pan kings restrained their subordinates in time and nothing happened that would anger the people.

And when King Gwen found Menechel, Menechel was thinking about how to get out of this sea of ​​misery, and the most effective way was undoubtedly to use all the heads of these rebel kings as signatures.

But corresponding problems also arise. In terms of single combat, Menechel can overwhelm all the primates here - even the Hundred Knights King, who is praised for his bravery, is definitely not Menechel's opponent. But no matter how confident he is in his own strength, Menechel is definitely not sure that he can survive the siege of thousands of knights.

But the kind-hearted King Ge Wen didn't have such worries. The red-faced King Ge Wen obviously drank a lot of wine.

Perhaps it was because Menechel had achieved the feat of fighting two knights alone [and desperately fighting off] them "in order to save him" today that King Gwyn let down his guard a lot and also made this king, who usually had little sense of existence, gain a lot of face. King Gwyn, who was in high spirits, pulled Menechel aside and started talking.

"Mr. Menechel, why are you still wearing such an inconvenient headgear at such a great banquet?"

Hearing King Gwyn's joking tone, Menechel could only silently take off his head armor and put it between his knees. He stared at his head armor, which was carefully carved by the elves and had a hideous face, like a roaring evil spirit.

So ugly.

This was Minechel's first thought.

At last Menethil looked up under King Gwyn's silent, burning gaze.

"He is indeed a promising young man." King Gwyn smiled with satisfaction. Hearing the other party's hearty laughter, Menelaoshe, who was worried about his situation, suddenly felt a little annoyed. He was about to find a reason to leave when King Gwyn suddenly changed the subject.

"Tomorrow the Hundred Knights will lead the coalition forces to attack the rear city." King Gwyn covered his mouth and nose with his hands to hide his burp. Then his eyes became blurred and he suddenly laughed and continued, "Except for the Hundred Knights, other kings don't have to go this time. So Sir Menechel, you will stay with me and guard the rear this time."

In other words, there is only one Hundred Knight King in the leadership. Menechel's eyes flickered. Isn't this exactly the good opportunity he has been looking for?

So Menechel immediately volunteered, "Qiamo, we just attacked the city today and need to rest. Let me go with the Hundred Knights King tomorrow... to attack."

Menechel once looked at King Gwyn's army on a boring march. Except for himself and Chamour, the rest of the knights were all wearing standard blue and light armor, which just showed that the King of the Hundred Knights had no one available.

"But," King Gwyn's tone softened a little, but he still refused to give in.

"I am a new subordinate and have no merits. I need to make achievements to repay...repay the king for his kindness to me."

Menechel felt like he was talking nonsense in a dream, but for the sake of the overall situation, he had to continue.

"OK then."

Finally, King Gwyn reluctantly agreed to Menethil's statement, and King Gwyn immediately issued the most formal decree, appointing Menethil to replace Czamor.

The unexpected surprise immediately diluted Menechel's sorrow. At this moment, he felt more favorable towards King Gwyn. He felt that this old man was both kind and enthusiastic.

It seemed that King Gwyn came here only to explain this matter. After he finished speaking, he just exchanged a few words of pleasantries and left in a hurry. He did not even return to the banquet, leaving Menechel alone in ecstasy.

Pretending to be unwell, King Gwyn returned to his tent with only Chammor.

"King, isn't this inappropriate?" Chamo, who had been following King Gwyn, finally couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly said, "Although Sir Menethil is a loyal and powerful knight, isn't it a bit too hasty to give him the command of the army when he just arrived?"

"Loyalty is loyalty, but the loyal person may not be me." King Gwyn smiled and whispered, "You came to me at such a clever time. I never thought that someone would gamble his life on a possible opportunity, but Sir Menechel is an exception."

"what?"

Although Chamer understood every word King Gwyn said, he could only use an interjection to express his confusion when they were put together.

"He appeared for no reason, as if he had been sent from heaven." King Gwyn glanced at Chamo with a hint of meaning: "Lord Chamo, don't you think that his life story is very similar to someone else's?"

The someone in King Gwyn's words was King Arthur.

After understanding it, Chamo's back was immediately soaked with cold sweat. He knew that it was King Gwyn who was warning him.

"I stood behind him today. Although Sir Menechel was wearing heavy armor, I am sure that he hesitated for a moment when he saw King Arthur's true appearance. He even deliberately let King Arthur win in the battle."

In fact, King Gwyn didn't see anything at all, but Merlin's overly conspicuous behavior on the platform made it difficult for King Gwyn not to notice it - he just smiled at Menechel from time to time.

"And King Arthur's behavior is too strange. He actually allowed us to enter the city without any precautions. It's like - he deliberately gave us a loophole."

King Gwyn was actually not sure about this point. He just reversely deduced this point based on the premise that "Menai is guilty".

"But I'm completely sure of it just now."

King Gewen continued to maintain a wise smile.

"Then why did you give such an important position to that guy Menechel?" Chamo paused and said, "Do you want to borrow the hand of the Hundred Knights..."

"more or less."

King Gwyn finally revealed a smug smile.

However, he did not want to use the Hundred Riders King to eliminate the hidden dangers around him as Chamo had guessed. On the contrary, he wanted to use King Arthur to weaken the Hundred Riders King's strength.

Even though everyone has formed an alliance driven by the same interests, as soon as King Arthur dies, this huge alliance will immediately disappear. At that time, King Gwyn, who is the weakest among the few, will probably be the target of attack by the other kings.

King Gwyn was not worried that Menechel would be able to escape unscathed, because apart from him, the King of the Hundred Riders and other kings probably had the same idea. Therefore, Menechel, who performed extremely well today, might die from a stray arrow coming from nowhere tomorrow.

As for the knights who originally served under King Gwyn, let them die - after all, they were just ordinary soldiers who were temporarily hired to pretend to be knights.

"But, King"

Qiamo seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to open his mouth.

King Gwyn nodded and looked at the bright moon in the sky, indicating that he should continue.

"Will the other kings also doubt Menechel..."

"No." King Gwyn smiled slightly: "Because I recommended him."

What's more, even if suspicion arises, it will have no effect on King Gewen.

It’s a perfect strategy.

King Gwyn commented, holding out his hand towards the bright, clear moon in the sky.

If you keep a book during the new book period, you will die... Please

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 20: The Strongest in the World

2023-07-29

What Menechel did not expect was that the burly-looking King of Hundred Knights did not choose to forcefully break down the city gate, but surrounded it without attacking.

This is just plain stupid.

While having the advantage in military strength, the problem faced by the rebels is the shortage of supplies. Camelot is backed by King's Ridge, so even with a small number of soldiers and generals, it is enough to kill the Hundred Cavalry King.

But it turned out that Menechel had taken it for granted. The reputation of the King of Hundred Riders was not just for show. On the third night of the siege of the rear city, Menechel had just handed over the patrol mission when noisy shouts and hurried horse hooves were heard outside the military camp, and firelight illuminated the dim night sky.

Menechel immediately realized that someone had hijacked the camp.

He hurriedly picked up the heavy sword beside him and rushed out of the tent. What he saw was the panicked crowd and the sky illuminated by fire in the distance.

"Lord Menechel."

As soon as Menechel appeared, a knight under King Gwyn immediately surrounded him. The armor on his body looked a little messy because he was put on in a hurry.

Menachere nodded slightly, his face subconsciously revealing a serious expression of official business.

"How's it going."

This was just a symbolic inquiry, and Menechel could tell the general situation at a glance. Although the rebels from various kingdoms formed an alliance, they did not set up camps in a connected manner. Obviously, it was not King Gwyn's turn to raid the camp yet.

If Menechel remembered correctly, that was the camp of the Hundred Knights King.

"The ones who were robbed were the allies of Karades."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Minachell, whose memory was a little confused, subconsciously wanted to cover his face, but he still resisted this impulse that should not have appeared.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

Menechel glanced at the knight beside him and felt bored when he saw the ingratiating smile on his face: the knight under his command had no pride at all as a knight.

"No need to do anything." Minesher denied his idea as soon as he finished speaking: "No, we should block the road to the back city gate."

Originally, Menechel, who was acting as an insider, was not prepared to take action, but he immediately thought that the King of Hundred Riders might have already led his team to ambush near the rear city to intercept Camelot's raiding team.

So Menechel was ready to "help" the Hundred Knight King.

……

Just as Menechel was about to go and annoy the Hundred Knights King, on the other side, Artoria got on her horse with some annoyance and organized a retreat.

This raid on the camp did not achieve the expected effect at all, and she had to retreat immediately before the enemy could organize an effective counterattack.

The knights who were willing to accompany her on the adventure tonight were all her confidants, and they would be sad to lose one Altria.

Although she is the new king of Camelot, her situation is not optimistic.Not only are there rebels and foreigners looking around outside Camelot, even those local nobles who put Artoria on the throne need to be on guard.

The reason why she came out to raid the camp tonight was because of the lack of supplies - that's right, the Camelot side, who were fighting on their home ground with Wang Ling behind them, actually ran out of military supplies earlier than the rebels on the expedition.

Although they said that they could no longer provide supplies, Altria knew very well what those nobles were thinking - they just wanted her to compromise and become a puppet emperor. As a last resort, Altria planned this raid to burn the enemy's supplies.

But the result was undoubtedly a failure.

The Hundred Knights' plan of dividing the camps left Artoria with no choice but to rely on luck to guess the location of the supplies.

If she were given another thousand, no, if she were given another five hundred knights, Artoria would be confident of turning the tide of the battle, but the knights and ordinary soldiers she could use only numbered a few hundred or so. Although the other knights nominally obeyed her orders, they were subordinates of the nobles in the city.

Every time she thought of this, Artoria couldn't help but feel sad about her situation: if it weren't for Merlin's suppression, those powerful nobles would have usurped the throne long ago.

The fire in front of her interrupted Altria's thoughts and made the girl's heart sink.

Through the dim light, Artoria saw the figure of the person in the lead. It was the Hundred Riders King who had insulted her in public not long ago. At this time, the other party was wearing golden armor and holding a sword, with an annoying and provocative smile on his face.

Due to the limited light, Artoria could not accurately judge the number of knights behind the opponent, but it was definitely more than a hundred.

Altria took a deep breath, tightened the reins and grabbed the horse's neck to stop the white horse under her.

"King Arthur, I have been waiting here for a long time."

The Hundred Riders King also dismounted from his horse, not trying to hide his smugness at all.

"Entire army, prepare to charge." As Altria heard the faint sound of horse hooves coming from behind her, the girl knew that she could not delay any longer. If she was surrounded by two armies, neither she nor her knights would survive.

Just as the King of Hundred Riders was about to give an order, he heard a loud and powerful shout from behind him.

"charge!"

The King of Hundred Riders looked up blankly, but soon he realized something - reinforcements from the rear city had arrived.

Altria also reacted immediately, clamped her legs around the horse's belly, and rushed towards the Hundred Knights' army.

The situation changed in a flash. The Hundred Knights King gritted his teeth, jumped on his horse, swung his sword and rushed towards Artoria who was running in the front.

As long as King Arthur can be captured, the pursuers behind him will not be a problem.

Thinking of this, a hint of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the Hundred Riders King, but before the two of them fought, the Hundred Riders King clearly saw a flash of surprise on the face of the young king opposite him.

Alarm bells rang in his heart. The chaotic sounds of fighting around him quickly faded away. At this moment, the King of Hundred Riders could only hear the sound of breaking air behind him which was gradually getting louder.

Years of experience in fighting outside allowed the King of Hundred Riders to make the most accurate choice in a moment. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, but loosened his hands on the reins, allowing the accelerating horse to throw him away.

Almost at the moment when the Hundred Riders King turned over and landed on the ground, he caught a glimpse of a cold light in his peripheral vision, and his out-of-control horse fell to the ground instantly.

The sound of blood dripping immediately brought the Hundred Riders King back to his senses. He withdrew his gaze from the horse that had lost its front hoof, picked up his sword and turned towards the direction of the attack.

"You are..." The Hundred Knights King showed anger and said, "A knight under Gwyn."

The person who came was not the support from the back city as the Hundred Knights King had expected, but the red-armored knight who impressed him deeply.

The Hundred Riders King really couldn't understand why he was ambushed by the other party before he even made a move.

He held it in for a long time, and finally squeezed out a dry sentence:

"Did that old fellow Gwen ask you to do this?"

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(End of this chapter)