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

Chapter 72: Miss Lanmarok's Great Victory

Menechel's face was gloomy.

In just less than a day's journey, the three hundred knights, lightly equipped and marching at full speed, had already caught up with the large army of Camelot that had arrived a few days earlier than them.

However, Menechel received a horrifying piece of information from Altria - due to weather reasons, the road ahead was covered with snow, so they had to slow down the march temporarily. She also wrote a letter to explain the whole story and asked the Duke of Cornwall to prepare more military rations.

However, Menechel knew nothing about this.

There is indeed something wrong with that old guy Cornwall.

"Sir Menechel, the city of Billu is the lifeline of Camelot." Artoria also realized the seriousness of the matter, and she called a knight beside her.

The young knight in purple armor took a few steps forward.

"Sir Lancelot, you assist Sir Menechel to recapture the city of Billou first, and wait for the large army to arrive later." Artoria had no intention of returning to defend with Menechel. She believed that with Menechel's ability, it was enough to deal with a mere Duke of Cornwall.

Moreover, this is already King Bei's territory. If the large number of troops retreat, they will easily fall into an enemy ambush.

Menechel looked at this knight whom he had met once before, and he did not expect that he would be promoted so quickly.

"Follow the king's wishes."

Glancing at Lancelot, Menechel did not reject Altria's kindness. He immediately saluted the king in a very formal manner: "King, the matter is urgent. Please allow us to set off now."

Looking at Menechel who suddenly became strange and formal, Altria opened her lips, but King Arthur was unable to utter a complete sentence.

All she heard was a command that seemed to be issued by another person:

"Leave immediately."

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Ever since the day of defeat, Lanmarok has been thinking about how to counterattack all the time, but as the initial impulse subsided, Lanmarok's brain gradually calmed down - under the careful deployment of the humble king, Lanmarok did not believe that she could escape. Although she was reluctant to admit it, she was indeed not as good as Minashel in terms of individual combat.

So how could such a weak girl run out?

Lanmarok could only think of one possibility - he was a bait released to attract someone to Biloo. There was not only one way from Camelot to the holy capital of the humble king, Badlin, and in order to ensure that the king could pass through Biloo and enter the ambush that the humble king had set up long ago, there must be someone in Biloo who could attract King Arthur to come.

Although Lanmaroc was very modest, she still considered herself to be King Arthur's confidant. Recalling the enemy's intention to drive her into the city of Bilbao when she was fleeing, Lanmaroc became more determined in her thoughts.

I wanted to remind the king when he came, but after staying in Bilu City for several days, there were no other knights in my place except the ten knights who fled into the city together. And with a wound of this degree, is it really necessary to restrict her movements?

Thinking of this, Lanmarok couldn't help but narrow his eyes. It seemed that not only the humble king, but even the Duke of Cornwall had become disloyal.

Looking around, Lanmarok didn't find anything that could be used as a weapon. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Lanmarok put on his head armor and sat back on the bed.

"Lord Lanmarok, the king wants to see you."

Two knights dressed in cold-resistant clothing appeared in front of the door, and a murderous aura came over them.

"I see."

Lanmarok said this while glancing at the situation outside the door, but the small door was blocked tightly by two knights and he could not see anything.

The two knights who came to knock on the door were both knights from the city of Biloo. The worst scenario now was that the door had been surrounded by a group of knights, waiting for Lanmarok to be called out.

"Are you leaving now?"

"The king asked you to go now."

During the conversation, Lanmarok had already walked close to the two men, and the two knights sandwiched Lanmarok in the middle, one on the left and one on the right. In the corner of her eye, they both had their hands on their swords.

"Then let's go."

When she stepped out of the door, the scene outside made Lanmarok feel relieved. The two guards who had been guarding her were still alive.

Lanmarok took a few steps closer, and two knights from the city of Biloo followed hesitantly.

"I will go out and report the current situation to the king. You guys now——"

Before he finished speaking, Lanmarok suddenly jumped up, drew the sword of a guard knight and slashed at a knight beside him. The sword cut the opponent's throat, leaving him no time to scream. Before the other knight could draw his sword, Lanmarok raised his sword and pierced the opponent's jaw, completing a double kill.

The two guards were stunned by the quick and decisive action. Lanmarok gestured to them to keep quiet and took away the scabbard of the knight whose sword he had taken away.

"Cornwall has turned against us and is ready to kill us."

Lanmarok lowered his voice and said that in the short time just now, Lanmarok had already thought about the current situation. There were about five hundred guarding knights in the city of Biloo, but Cornwall did not come directly, which meant that he could only mobilize his own private soldiers, about three hundred people, and the rest of the knights should have a neutral attitude.

Lanmarok has a thorough understanding of these people. They are not just friendly forces. They are just watching and will help whoever wins.

There is no chivalrous morality at all.

"Lord Lanmarok, you mean to say..."

Lanmarok nodded. She looked at the two knights she brought from her father's kingdom with a heavy look in her eyes. "Now we need someone to break out of the city and report this to the Camelot army."

The two guards looked at each other and immediately made up their minds.

"Lord Lanmarok, please go, we will take care of this place."

Lanmarok was not being pretentious. Even if there were only 300 knights, it was not something that ordinary people could break through.

……

It was dark, and the three hundred knights under the Duke of Cornwall searched almost the entire city of Bilbao. All ten knights brought by the enemy were killed, but there was still no trace of Lanmaroc.

"Perhaps he escaped from the back city gate. Today is Knight Tyrande's day of hiking, so the back city gate has never been closed."

Listening to his subordinates' speculation, the Duke of Cornwall looked unhappy. He knew that Tyrande, who guarded the back door, often did not do her job properly. But he did not expect it to be so outrageous.

"He was the one who persuaded me to surrender Menechelle, wasn't he?" The Duke of Cornwall looked fierce, "Useless guy, find a way to kill him."

Knight Tyrande is one of the few neutral knights in the city of Bilú. Who knows if he did this on purpose?

The confidant who wanted to deny the matter stopped talking immediately after hearing these words. He swallowed and said no more.

But it is extremely difficult to kill a powerful knight.

But fortunately, he didn't have to worry about it soon, because the army of Camelot was at the gates of the city again.

The outrageous parts are not my original creation. I tried to explain the outrageous things clearly, but I found that these people are just stupid. There is no reason. Lanmarok just ran away so easily.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 73 The credit is coming, and it can't be stopped

The previous chapter was slightly modified. Some people may not be reading the latest version, so it is recommended to refresh it before reading.

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This was the second time Menechel had seen the walls of Billu from this angle. The last time was when Sir Ector was the city keeper.

Menechel didn't know why Cornwall suddenly turned against him. A big part of the reason why Artoria handed over her lifeline, the city of Billu, to the Duke of Cornwall to guard was because she believed in the Duke of Cornwall's "relative by marriage". But the facts proved that being a relative by marriage was not as comfortable as being the emperor herself.

Maybe what Altria did was not wrong. Power can sometimes really change everything about a person.

If they gave up the city of Bilbao, they would have to break through the frozen Tonami River in the cold weather, and then break through the valley in one fell swoop to return to the area ruled by King Arthur. This would make it impossible for the expeditionary army to transport food.

Even if King Arthur trusted the loyalty of his knights, these three hundred knights would definitely mutiny and all die at his hands.

What concerned Menechel even more was Lanmarok who was still in the city of Bilú.

Menechel looked up at the archers on the city wall who were ready to attack, and his eyes swept over the archers above one by one.

It's just bluffing, no one dares to really let go.

Apparently, the Duke of Cornwall was still wary of the false reputation of "Invincible Knight".

And this way, it will be easy.

"Hey, tell that old man to come out and talk."

As the army adjutant, Aguwen seemed to have guessed something. He turned to Menechel, but saw that Menechel was taking off his helmet.

When the evil ghost mask was removed, Aguguiwen clearly saw Menasheel glance at him with his bright red eyes. It was fleeting, but it immediately made Aguguiwen stop talking.

Menechel showed the true appearance of the First Knight to the soldiers on the city wall without any hesitation. His expression was normal, without any sign of anger.

His overly calm expression made the soldiers guarding the city uneasy.

"Knight Sardis, I am listening."

This was the voice of the Duke of Cornwall, transmitted through magic, and this shrewd old man never showed up.

"Lanmarok is in your hands?"

The situation that Aguguiwen was most worried about finally happened. He wanted to remind Minashel not to be impulsive. Exposing his weaknesses in this situation would only make the already unfavorable situation even more passive.

"Don't worry, Lord Sardisu, Lord Lanmarok is very safe now."

The Duke of Cornwall spoke the truth. Although he did not actually capture Lanmaroc, he had sent people to block the southern line. Even if Lanmaroc shook off the pursuers, he would not be able to reunite. As long as Sardisus did not see the real person, this false hostage would still be useful.

The Duke of Cornwall's words had a different meaning to Menechal. Menechal's face immediately darkened. His bright red eyes turned and he looked at the layout of the city again.

"Knight Sardisiu, I have no intention of engaging you in battle. If you do not retreat, you will be met with a barrage of arrows."

This brainless thing.

Agguiwen cursed inwardly, saying that the Duke of Cornwall wanted to reap the benefits without taking the risks of fighting, and this was precisely the wrong choice.

Did he really think that he could stop Menechel by just defending without fighting?

"Old man, I will temporarily hand over the city of Billu to you." Menichel resisted the temptation to attack the city directly and waved his hand at Aggravin. A ferocious smile appeared on his face: "As for Lanmarok, Duke of Cornwall, you don't want to be exterminated by me, right?"

Unlike Aggguiwen, although Lanmarok often quarreled with him, it was undeniable that Menechel had already regarded Lanmarok as a friend.

Agguiwen understood immediately, and although he was a little hesitant, he still turned around and gave the knights behind him the order to retreat. Menechel was in no hurry to leave, and his eyes turned to the city gate. Only when the footsteps behind him became farther and farther away did he put on his helmet again and slowly retreat.

Because they were always on guard against the pursuit of the Duke of Cornwall, the army's retreat was not fast, and Menechel easily caught up with the vanguard.

"Lord Sardisus." Aguguiwen immediately went to Menichel. He knew that he was already under suspicion, and trying to persuade him when he was angry might only have the opposite effect. However, Aguguiwen still gritted his teeth and continued, "Once the food supply route is blocked and we are intercepted by the humble king, given our current situation..."

"I know. That old fellow Cornwall must be in collusion with the humble king. He has probably already reported the information of our arrival." Menechel took a deep breath. His face was calm under his armor, but undercurrents were surging in his eyes.

Therefore, there is basically no need to count on Altria's subsequent reinforcements.

He could have broken down the city gate of Biloo, but that would have turned Biloo into an abandoned city that could be breached by anyone at any time, so Menechel had to change his mindset.

"So the king issued an order to recapture and re-garrison the city of Biloo."

Agguiwen looked at the commander in front of him with an incredible look, but for his own safety he did not shout out any classic quotes like "Impossible".

Menechel took off his armor as he spoke. He looked around and finally set his sights on Lancelot. The knight, who was most similar to him in body shape, looked up with some confusion.

"Sir Lancelot, you wear my armor and hold off the enemy's attack as long as possible."

As he said this, he looked at Lancelot's sword, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the heavy sword in his hand: "Can you lift it?"

"It's a bit of a stretch." Lancelot took the greatsword. This greatsword that Menechel could use with one hand, but Lancelot needed to hold it with both hands to barely swing it. He immediately understood and put down the greatsword and handed his own sword to Menechel.

Menechel raised his lips and waved the sword he had just acquired: "I will return it to you when you come back."

Then he looked at Agrawen. In the time it took him to speak a few words to Lancelot, his deputy had already divided the men into two teams.

"Lancelot, Agrawen, each lead a team and be responsible for attracting the enemy."

Veins popped out of Aguguiwen's forehead. He resisted the urge to quit and advised gently, "Biloo City is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If something happens to you..."

Then it can basically be declared a failure.

"It's just a city gate. Once we get through the gate, we can kill Cornwall and establish our authority."

In fact, for Menechel, attacking the city alone is much easier than leading three to five hundred people to break into the city by force. After all, with an army, he is just a commander.

"Lord Sartesius, why don't you use your sword?" Lancelot's eyes began to wander. It was not because he was afraid that his sword would be sent inside, but mainly because he was worried that Menechal would not be able to get out.

"Don't worry." Menechel waved to Lancelot and Agguiwen. He stretched his body, which seemed particularly light without the restraint of armor, and his eyes were full of confidence. "It is me, Sardisiu Menechel, who is strong, not my dragon sword."

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 74: Seizing the City Alone

When Lancelot disguised himself as Menechal and led his army back to attack the city of Bilbao, the Duke of Cornwall had already made preparations in advance.

Bilulu City is close to the Tannin River, and outside the city wall is a sloping land with a downward slope. This unique terrain advantage makes the enemy's charge extremely difficult, but it greatly enhances the charge from the city to the outside.

As the forces of war increased and decreased, no knight could stop the charge into the city.

That's how it should be.

The one thousand knights led by Rusland were responsible for the defense of the city of Bilú, with eight hundred fighting knights and two hundred archers. The perfect terrain and the perfect defense ratio of four to one made this local knight group invincible.