"What happened again?!" Hearing the commotion outside the city, Arthur hurriedly opened the window to take a look.
"Arthur!" Ivan broke into the research room and shouted as soon as he entered: "The enemy's army is attacking Brindisi! It's...an army of undead warriors!"
"What?" Arthur frowned, "Didn't I tell you that the corpse must be burned? Why are there undead warriors?"
"There was a heavy rain yesterday, so the corpses may not have been burned thoroughly enough." Ivan waved his hand, "Anyway, the humans and orcs who died a few days ago have returned as undead warriors. There are about 200,000 of them! We must
Do something, otherwise Brindisi will be captured by the undead warriors!"
Arthur put away his weapons and was about to leave for the battle, but Merlin stopped him and said, "Your Majesty, don't go! You should save your energy to deal with the final battle on the wall of the world. It's not worth wasting your energy in a place like this!"
The King of Knights rolled his eyes at the mage: "Then what do you think we should do?"
The great mage Merlin cast his gaze on Ivan, and Arthur followed Merlin's gaze towards Ivan.
"Me, me?" The half-dragon boy paused.
"Anyway, you are a knight who uses firearms, so it won't cost you much in battle." Merlin smiled disapprovingly, "I'll give you a good thing, and you can use it to deal with the undead."
"Okay, good stuff?"
The mage sneered evilly: "Yes, good thing."
Outside Brindisi Castle, a large number of undead warriors were running around, fighting with the soldiers defending the city.
These half-burnt but not completely reduced to ashes exuded a disgusting burnt smell. Among them were tall tiger-men, medium-sized humans, and short, dirty Romani fox-men.
They basically have no weapons in their hands. They scratch with half-charred hands and bite with burnt-yellow teeth. They have almost no lethality. However, because the number of corpses is very large, the invasion of the undead warriors is still very serious.
It's threatening.
"Don't panic! Follow the predetermined countermeasures against the undead!" Grand Duke Hall commanded from the front line. "Those who can use [Holy] are guarding the front line. The gunners use special sticky bullets to stop the undead."
Attack! Those who are not equipped with either, please aim at the limbs of the undead and attack! The undead that have lost their limbs will lose their threat!"
Since the knights of Pantorakon had dealt with several attacks by undead warriors, they already had experience. Hall's knights organized the Roman army's defense in an orderly manner, and actually blocked the 200,000-year-old army with a lineup of thousands of people.
The undead army---temporarily.
A white shadow fell from the sky and landed next to Hall, the celestial knight. Hall thought it was King Arthur and was about to salute, but when he took a closer look, it was Ivan.
"Huh? Why did you get wings?" Hall looked at the thing on Ivan's back and smiled curiously.
They were a pair of metal wings, similar in shape to the wings of an eagle, reflecting a silvery white cold light under the moonlight. ------The "good stuff" Merlin gave me looked extremely cool, and matched Ivan's low-key and reserved character.
Doesn't match at all.
"Please don't look at it, the shape of this thing is too embarrassing." Ivan said with a blush, and at the same time drew out two guns from his waist, "I will take the lead and try to find the succubus who is controlling these undead spirits behind the scenes.
.Please cover me."
"Well, you are the gunman taking the lead..."
"I'm going!" Ivan rushed out and rushed into the tide of undead warriors in a few steps.
The "wings" on his back are fully extended, but they are not in the shape of wings at all. Instead, they have sixteen mechanical arms, each of which is connected to a "meat grinder" with an extremely sharp blade.
The sixteen mithril blades were swung at high speed, cutting into pieces all the enemies approaching Ivan, protecting the half-dragon boy and advancing forward.
"Remember, every undead is controlled by a weak spiritual wave. The controller of the undead warrior must be at the intersection of this spiritual wave." Merlin contacted Ivan through the communicator, "The one on your back [
Butcher Golem] will analyze the source of these mental waves and finally calculate the location of the succubus. Just concentrate on knocking down more enemies, and the system will help you complete the next calculation."
"Butcher..." Ivan was quite critical of this name, but he did not stop. He charged into the battlefield and kept firing at the same time. "Can't you change it to a better name?"
"That's ridiculous! This accessory was not originally developed for you. Remember to return it to me after you use it!" Merlin scolded, while using the camera on Ivan's backpack to observe the situation on the battlefield: "Be careful! Your left side!"
"
Ivan had turned around and fired a blow from the light gun in his hand. The light bullet perfectly hit the head of the attacking orc undead warrior. It paused for less than half a second before being cut by the blade wielded by the Butcher Golem.
into pieces!
Arthur stood up from his chair and prepared to leave Merlin's research room.
"Where to go? You can't go out to fight." the mage reminded.
"I know." Arthur opened the door, "I'm just looking for some fire support. Ivan alone can't deal with the succubus behind this, right?"
It was obvious that this attack by the undead warriors was directed at the King of Knights.
Arthur walked in the dark corridors of Brindisi Castle.
They attacked here purposefully to hold back the King of Knights.
The conspiracy behind it can be imagined.
However, how could the two hundred thousand undead warriors hold back King Arthur? If so, wouldn't Arthur be underestimated?
Is there any hidden behind it?
The King of Knights arrived at the medical room in a few steps. The medical room was very quiet, in sharp contrast to the raging war outside.
Roble's surgery has long been completed, and the Khajiit leader is currently resting in a sterile isolation room.
Greenville was also missing, and only the tiger boy Albert was left in the entire medical room, administering an intravenous drip.
"Are you lazy here?" King Arthur walked into the medical room.
Al was watching every move outside the window. When he saw Arthur coming in, he glanced at the King of Knights. After one glance, he immediately turned his head and continued to observe the battle outside the window.
"Don't worry, those who are attacking are not the orcs, but the undead warriors." Arthur walked up to the tiger boy and struck up a conversation, "There are two hundred thousand undead warriors. In other words, those who died in the last battle
So many people have been killed. Whether they are humans or orcs, all the blood has been shed in vain."
"And now they are back again. How stupid." Albert replied absentmindedly, "After all, it is just a group of idiots fighting each other. There is no right or wrong, it is just an ugly killing between two races fighting for living space."
"That's right. However, even if you know its essence, what can you do?" Arthur looked at the fire outside the city and groaned, "We are all weak, short and ugly creatures. Even if we are in
There are often people of the same race who cannot tolerate the existence of each other. Once there are racial differences, discrimination and hatred become even greater.
Even now I am still doubting, is there really a way to solve all this, so that these two races with huge differences can put aside their prejudices and understand each other?"
Albert listened quietly, but what flashed through his mind was the memory of being with Arthur during the time when his body was occupied by Bedivere.
"Then...why, Meow, can you and Bedi be friends, so good friends?" The tiger boy asked in a low voice, "What Meow made you abandon your racial prejudices and become friends?"
The King of Knights remained silent. Looking back, this was indeed a miracle.
They just met and got to know each other, and gradually walked on the same road. Gradually, a deep bond formed.
What? It seems difficult, but in fact it is very simple.
If people are willing to treat each other sincerely, they can understand each other. Differences in race, color, beliefs, ideas, and culture are actually not that big of a problem.
The question is just whether you have extended an accepting hand to the other person first.
The moment Arthur first extended a helping hand to Bedivere, they had already established a fateful connection.
King Arthur, who suddenly understood, took a deep breath, stood upright, and solemnly extended his right hand to Albert: "Child, let's make friends."
"Uh, what?"
"Let's make friends. Just shake hands. This is the beginning of everything."
The white tiger looked at the King of Knights doubtfully, with confusion and disdain in his eyes: "You are just going through the motions..."
"So what?" The King of Knights smiled, "If I don't even follow this formality, how can I show my sincerity in wanting to make friends with you? Are you willing to make friends with someone who refuses to shake your hand at all?"
The logic in it made the tiger boy confused, but he could vaguely feel that King Arthur was right. Arthur did not use "I" to call himself in front of Al, but used a lowered "I". The King of Knights only
Relatives and friends talk like this.
Still confused, Albert couldn't help but stretched out his hand and held it with the King of Knights' hand.
At the moment of shaking hands, Arthur tightened his grip on Al's tiger paw, scaring Albert so much that he almost wanted to flinch.
"Hey, it's very soft. It's indeed a cat." King Arthur said.
"You!" Al wanted to say something else, but he saw King Arthur smiling, and the tiger boy couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay... I'm Meow. So what if I'm Meow. Meow is pretty good."
Arthur stopped laughing and let go: "It's not as soft as Betty's dog paws. His dog paws are more interesting to hold."
"I dare not compliment you." Albert shook his head desperately, "That boy's hands are very sweaty."
After finishing speaking, the two burst into laughter at the same time.
After the laughter subsided, Al glanced out the war-torn window again: "This war is really annoying. It would be great if we didn't have to fight. It would be great if there was more sunshine in the dark areas. If...
.It would be nice if the World Wall never existed from the beginning."
At this moment, the tiger boy was just complaining.
The King of Knights listened to everything in his heart. He really listened to his friend's words, so he kept an unintentional complaint in his heart.
This unintentional complaint is the essence of this war, the key to the fight between humans and orcs.
If the World Wall had never existed from the beginning... this would be a peaceful world.
If the sun shines on the dark continent, then all problems will be solved.
"You are a genius, kid." Arthur smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder, "Maybe there is a way to stop this. Maybe it's not too late. Wait until I give Morgan a good beating.
After World Wall returns, we will discuss how to deal with this incident."
"What...what?!" Albert was confused by Arthur.
"Haha, don't worry about it." The King of Knights drew out his sword, "This war is quite a hindrance. Let's deal with it first. Although if I do this, Merlin will be unhappy."
He spread his wings and flew out of the castle window.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Al wanted to call Arthur, but the King of Knights had already flown more than ten yards away.
"Don't leave me alone!" Albert saw the other party's figure and was at a loss for a moment.
Should I go to help, or should I just stay here?
The opponents are not humans or orcs, but a group of undead warriors.
Dealing with these undead spirits will not violate their original intention of pursuing peace.
So, why not?
Arthur also said that if you are a friend, you must show some sincerity.
Although he knew that he was a dull, weak, and immature kid, there must be somewhere where Albert could help.
The tiger boy jumped out of the window without much thought. He spread his white wings and flew towards the battlefield.
This is the first time that he does not follow the crowd, but relies entirely on his own will and chooses his own destiny.