Somewhere outside the royal city of Camelot.
In the room, Morganfeller was ready to give birth.
After confirming that the child in her belly was starting to grow, she chose to abandon some and left Camelot. Before leaving, she left a letter to her good sister. The general content was: Don't look for me, you won't find me anyway.
And today is the day when Morgan Feller was pregnant in October and gave birth to the child who was destined to destroy Britain.
The magic gift for maintaining physical strength is on his wrist, the gift for healing and pain relief is also prepared, and a large amount of food supplies are also stored. Morganfeller is ready for everything.
A sharp moan came from her mouth. Although she had given birth four times, the pain was still unbearable.
After a while, Morganfeller finally gave birth to the child.
Exhausted, Morganfeller's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his eye sockets were sunken deeply.
But her spirit was very high. She held the crying baby girl high and shouted loudly: "Mordred! Your name is Mordred! I will not give you the shameless surname of Pendragon!" You belong only to me, the lion I created, destined to destroy Britain!"
She laughed crazily, cried, grabbed food from the side and stuffed it into her mouth.
There was a sinister light in his eyes: "Arthur... Artoria..."
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In the Fisher Kingdom, Princess Elaine also gave birth.
But these days, Fisher-Price's kingdom has a special guest.
The name of the guest has been forgotten by the young people, and is only occasionally mentioned by the elderly.
That's Anno.
Annuo was sitting in King Fisher's room. His strong body was like an iron tower, and just sitting there without moving gave people endless pressure.
King Fisher had some suspicions about Annuo's purpose, so he was very nervous, and the cold sweat on his forehead was like splashing water.
He is very aware of the strength of this man. Now many people are discussing the strength of King Arthur and Knight of the Lake Lancelot. But in the hearts of those who have experienced those wars, the strongest in Britain will always be Lancelot. His father - the knight of chalk, Annuo.
"King Fisher, you know why I'm here." Annuo picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said this as if by accident.
King Fisher was excited and said, "Aha, how could I know the purpose of Annoqing's visit?"
Annuo glanced at King Fisher, drank all the tea in the teacup, and slowly put down the teacup.
A loud noise was made.
Annuo's long black hair has turned into long gray hair. He stared at King Fisher with sharp eyes: "Before the Irish War, my son, Lancelot, must have been here once as a diplomat."
"Hey!" The king was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat in front of the knight.
Annuo didn't beat around the bush anymore: "Take me to see your daughter."
"I need to see my grandson."
His eyes were as sharp as a sword.
King Fisher sat weakly on the chair, gasping for air, and it took him a while to recover.
Annuo's momentum just now was like a mountain, and he even felt like he was going to be crushed into a meat pie by the mountain.
After swallowing, he stood up holding on to the table, looked at Annuo, and sneered: "An, Qing Annuo, I, I will take you to see my daughter right now."
With trembling legs, he opened the door for Annuo and led the way.
Annuo glanced at King Fisher, showed a sneer, stood up, and followed King Fisher.
