After the war, the banks of the Blackwater River were in a mess. Berthold, covered in blood, walked up to King Charles and asked humbly.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your heroic rescue. What's your name, knight?"
Charles asked with a tired look on his face. Thanks to the sworn guard of the King's Guard, Charles was not attacked and killed by the beastmen. His condition was not good. The King is a Knight of the Holy Grail. He is very brave, experienced, and loyal.
But he is old, everyone can see it...
"Berto."
"Oh...Berto...I remember, back then, it was you who defeated Marquis Staffu in a duel and won his daughter, right?"
Charles leaned on his body with his sword, a faint smile on his tired face.
"That's all in the past."
Berto laughed and sheathed the long sword in his hand. The two old men looked at each other and smiled on the bloody battlefield.
"It's rare that you actually defeated Staff back then. He was the Knight of the Holy Grail, and you were..."
"Just a little-known little knight."
Berto laughed.
"This is a legend, and you have continued another legend today."
King Charles forced a smile, but the pain in his chest made him uncomfortable. He covered the injured area, where dark red blood was constantly squeezed out of the gauze.
"Your Majesty the King, please go and rest first."
Berto supported the old king, his expression serious and sincere.
"You are a good lord and a true knight. Tell me, what reward do you want?"
Charles was helped off the battlefield and asked about the old knights beside him.
"Protecting the king is the responsibility and obligation of every Bretonnian. I don't ask for any reward, Your Majesty." Bertolt replied calmly, "I have enough materially, but spiritually I need to work hard on my own.
Pursuit. So, there is really nothing else to ask for, Your Majesty the King."
"Well...if only everyone in Bretonnia were like you..."
Charles hesitated to speak. Obviously, there were some things he was not comfortable saying in front of everyone.
…
In the pale morning light, King Charles walked out of the camp. There was silence all around. The gray riverbank had not yet been cleared. The piles of beastman corpses were like mass graves, which was disturbing.
A cold wind blew from the forest, and Charles couldn't help but tighten the cloak on his back. The long-term battle on the battlefield left a lot of diseases on his body. Some wounds will occur on humid days, and the new wounds added yesterday undoubtedly made the pain worse.
severe.
Stepping on the soft grass, Charles struggled to move. The hot breath exhaled from his lips quickly condensed into a white mist in the air. Even without armor, he still felt heavy. When the sky became gray and bright, the cooking officers started cooking.
Breakfast was prepared. There was white smoke everywhere, like a thin line rising into the sky.
"Your Majesty the King."
Walking in the military camp, the soldiers saw Charles and saluted him one after another. Charles smiled in return.
"Thank you for your hard work, soldier."
he said.
"It is my pleasure, Your Majesty."
The soldiers either had bandages on their heads or gauze on their hands, and many of their armors had not had time to be cleaned, still bearing the blood stains left on the battlefield yesterday.
"Seral, bring my horse, I want to go to the other side of the river to see."
Charles turned to his attendants and ordered.
"But Your Majesty, your injury?"
"I'm fine, I'm just riding a short distance." Charles smiled stiffly, "Go ahead, I won't be able to sleep well unless this thing is implemented."
"Well...my king..."
A few minutes later, the attendant led the war horse to the king. The black horse was calm and peaceful, carrying his knight, and slowly walked to the river. This was the place where there was a bloody battle yesterday. Corpses were piled on the river beach, and some scavenger birds came to visit late at night.
, was now landing on these piles of corpses, pecking at the skin, flesh and internal organs of the beastmen. The attendants followed closely behind, for fear of any accidents happening. Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.
On the river bank in the early morning, there was a group of wood elves standing. Charles recognized them. They were the commander of this wood elf army, Araloth, and the prophetess Liv.
"I knew you would come."
The wood elf lord Araros whispered. Unlike other wood elves, Araros did not have a trace of pride or aloofness on his face. He knew that it was the Bretonnians who helped him and his people win this battle. For
Humanity has sacrificed a lot for the order of this world, including these Bretonnian knights in front of us.
"A great victory, but I suspect it was not complete enough."
Charles slipped off the horse, his body still exhausted. His pale hair was fluttering in the morning breeze, and the traces of time were written on his face. Unlike these elves, even after thousands of years, they can still remain immortal.
sick.
"Mogul is gone."
"He never showed up from the beginning to the end!"
Aralos's words were full of hatred. At the same time, like Charles, he felt uneasy. The terrifying Mogul invasion, but in the end did not see the Mogul himself? This is absolutely unbelievable. Unless the Mogul did not see him at all.
not here……
The two of them came up with an idea...
"I sent forest scouts to investigate, but so far no trace of a large number of beastmen has been found."
Alaros continued. The prophetess beside him also looked melancholy.
"But what is certain is that Mogul was not killed this time. As long as it is still there, the threat is still there."
Charles said——
"I should have thought earlier that the battle should not be so easy. My knights only lost less than two hundred people. The battle was over before the archers' quivers were empty."
"I suspect we have been tricked. This war must be re-examined."
Aralos returns.
"Mogul only follows the instructions of Chaos. It itself has no intelligence, but the Chaos Evil God knows trickery and deception. From the perspective of the Chaos Evil God, where do you think they most want Mogul to go?"
Charles asked rhetorically.
Alaros was unwilling to admit it, but the voice in his heart told him that if Mogul was not here, he would definitely have gone to the Eternal Forest.
"My troops will continue to recuperate here for one day, and the wood elf army will leave tomorrow. As you said, we need to pay attention to the movements in the forest. Anyway, thank you and your knights for your assistance. I will let the chant
I will stay here to help you eliminate pollution."
Aralos looked melancholy. He knew that the troops must rush back to the forest as quickly as possible. But they had just experienced a fierce battle, and even the best forest hunters needed to rest.
Mogul... Aralos gritted his teeth when he thought of that monster. He clenched his hands into fists, anger beating between his brows.