Three hundred elite Bretonnian knights repeatedly broke through the green-skin defenses. On the charging surface of the thirty-five Holy Grail knights, a golden light always accompanied them. The knights shrouded in the sacred light seemed to have endless power.
There were only three hundred knights, but tens of thousands of greenskins couldn't do anything to them.
Until Leon led everyone to rush to the city.
"Open the city gate quickly!"
yelled Boemond's garrison commander.
The huge iron gate was slowly lifted, and at the same time, the suspension bridge was lowered.
Archers kept shooting on the tower, blocking the green-skinned orcs and goblins that were approaching.
Although he broke through many defense lines, Leon knew that even with the blessing of the goddess, it was absolutely impossible to defeat an entire orc army with these three hundred knights.
The purpose of my trip is to give hope and faith to the defenders of Bohemund City. It is not to fight to the death with the green-skinned army outside the city. These thirty-five Holy Grail Knights are almost the only ones in Bretonnia at this time.
hope.
When the iron gate slammed down, Lyon and a group of elite knights had already entered the city of Boemond.
Like heroes, they were enthusiastically cheered and supported by the defenders and countless citizens.
The sun shone on his face, and there were cheers all around. For a moment, Leon was indeed immersed in the admiration and cheers of the world. It was as if his soul had drifted away from his body, floating and satisfied.
However, reason quickly brought him back to reality. He must calm down. He is not a real savior, he is just a mortal. The worship of everyone is only temporary. Besides, what they worship may only be the god of the Lake Goddess.
Traces are not oneself.
He is nothing! Leon reminded himself again and again. He finally came to his senses amidst the fanatical support of the crowd.
"Brothers, sisters, all Bohemund's warriors and citizens, be quiet and please listen to me."
Amid the carnival of the crowd, Leon slowly took off his blood-stained helmet and shouted loudly with a loud voice.
Perhaps out of respect for the hero and the Lady of the Lake, the surrounding area soon became quiet, and people focused their attention on this younger member of the Leo Cornish family. Perhaps this person was not too famous before, but after this battle
, enough for him to go down in history.
"The people of Bohemund, the people of Bretonnia, I am a messenger. I am rushing here today with three hundred knights who are ready to die. I want to tell you a message - we have not lost, we are still alive.
has hope."
"Is it the king who wants to lead the expedition in person?"
A knight guarding the city couldn't wait to interrupt Leon's words.
However, facing the longing knight, Leon just shook his head calmly.
"Is that the king's army coming to Boemond?"
The knight asked next.
Leon still shook his head calmly.
The continuous denials caused the atmosphere at the scene to suddenly become silent. People were whispering to each other and discussing, and some people had even begun to stare at the outsider with suspicion.
"Then...then who will save us? Who will save Boemond?"
Another kingdom knight asked——
"Is that you? Leon."
"No, I'm just a mortal. I can't kill thousands of green-skinned orcs outside the city by myself."
Leon answered honestly.
"That……"
The knight's words were interrupted by Leon on the spot. A panting Leon stood in the small square and said loudly——
"It's the Chivalrous Expedition. Yes, the Chivalrous Expedition has been cancelled, and we are back. To save Bretonnia, and to save the thousands of people in Bretonnia."
In the square, Lyon's voice was deep and powerful. Even though it was separated by many walls, many people still heard it.
From the surprised sighs of everyone, Lyon got a message - that is unbelievable. Obviously, no one in this city could believe that the chivalrous expeditionary force, which had been away from the kingdom for several months, would return to Bretonnia overnight.
.
Who gave them such power to return halfway? You must know that if the greenskin invasion had not occurred, then this chivalrous expeditionary force would have been punished as deserters.
In Bretonnia, deserters are a hundred times more despised than defeated ones. Knights will not only lose all honors, titles, and territories, but will also be despised by Bretonnians for thousands of years. Because they have abandoned the faith of the goddess and the knighthood.
road.
However, it is difficult for people to associate the knights of the chivalrous expeditionary force appearing in the city of Boemond at this moment with deserters.
They fought bloody battles, completely disregarding their own life and death, and faced the army of death with little power. Bretonnians had not seen this glorious moment for a long time.
"Are you telling the truth? The Chivalrous Expeditionary Force is back?"
Lord Bohemund stood among a group of knights and asked slowly.
Leon turned around, performed a standard knightly salute, and then said again in a heavy voice——
"Yes, the expedition was cancelled. It was our own decision. When we learned that Duke Sean's legion was completely destroyed in Death Valley, my uncle Philip and I decided to cancel the chivalrous expedition and return to Bretonnia because we guessed
, the green-skinned army will take advantage of the victory and march straight into the hinterland of Bretonnia."
"So, you are not sent by King Victor?"
The lord stared at the knight in front of him with solemn eyes, half in disbelief and half in admiration.
"No, this is my personal decision."
Leon was silent for a while and continued -
"It's also our decision."
He pointed to the knights following him.
The old lord instantly understood what Lyon meant. In his words and deeds, this young man from the Leo Cornish family had unknowingly tied himself to the thirty-five Holy Grail Knights. If this is treason, then
, these thirty-five Bretonnian Holy Grail Knights, including Herrus, will be charged with treason. In the entire history of Bretonnia, such a thing has never happened.
Then, if it is not treason, they are heroes...
The old lord's eyes became more solemn. He stared at the young man in front of him as if staring at the future of a kingdom.
"So, when will the expeditionary force come?"
The old lord asked next.
"Lord Philip is coming quickly with his legion. In as soon as a week, he will be at the gates of Boemond."
Leon puffed up his chest and answered loudly——
"In this darkest moment, my companions and I will fight with you to protect Boemond and our common faith."
"Believe me, until the Holy Grail falls, the walls of Bohemund will not fall! I, Leon Leocornwall, will fight with you until the last moment."