Andersen didn't understand until the end why Anno and Lawrence had objections to him because of a fairy tale he wrote casually, because the Sphinx had already walked to Lancelot's camp.
"Father." Lancelot came out to greet him. He looked at the group of sphinxes carrying a group of people, with a faint smile on his face. "It seems that everyone in Chaldea has a successful trip."
"Where are Wang and the others?" Patting the sphinx's furry arm, Annuo looked inside the camp.
"According to the time schedule, we have already set off in batches."
Annuo waved to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu, and the four of them walked together. Xuanzang came over at some point.
"I have made arrangements as to where on the road we can avoid detection from the air. Now we are waiting for all the troops to arrive. Once they arrive, we can immediately launch a general attack on the Holy City." Lance was determined again. Lott's tone was decidedly serious.
"What's the final count of the number of troops? Have Bedivere and the others communicated with the East Village?"
Anno walked in the front, as if he was not Lancelot's father now, but just Lancelot's superior officer.
"The detailed number is 8,422 people, not counting the servant units, and the equipment is in good condition. They are all the ones I hid here before." Lancelot reported very quickly.
Anno's footsteps stopped for a moment, and there was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Lancelot?
"What's wrong?" Lancelot asked blankly.
".Nothing." Annuo looked forward again, pretending that nothing happened, "Who set off first? How long has it been since you set off?"
He always felt that his son might be unexpectedly talented in rebellion.
"The first one to go out was Percival, who set out at dusk yesterday." Lancelot didn't feel anything unusual and continued to report, "Then Bedivere took another group of people and set out around midnight yesterday."
As the original knight of the Lion King, he naturally has a full understanding of the flying dragon's reconnaissance capabilities, and nighttime is the best opportunity to march.
The extremely fast-paced and serious dialogue made Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu feel a bit unable to get in the conversation, and Xuanzang at the end simply covered his mouth.
"Father, when will we launch a general attack?" Lancelot asked.
"Three days later." After estimating the time, Annuo glanced in the direction of the Great Temple, "Three days later, in the early morning, the general attack will be launched."
"I will arrange the specific strategic arrangements after we arrive at the frontline camp." Annuo stood still and turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Is it okay, Ritsuka?"
"Professional matters will naturally be handled by professionals. When the time comes, I will participate in the command of the servant battle." Fujimaru Ritsuka did not think there was anything wrong with Annuo taking on this role. Although she was confident, she was not confident enough. I feel that I can beat Annuo in marching and fighting.
What she is best at is fighting with servants.
But this also means that the Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City
No, the most important thing is indeed the Lion King.
"Lancelot, I will formulate the strategy. When the time comes, the command on the frontal battlefield will be left to you and the Lord of the Mountain." Patting the armor on Lancelot's shoulder, Annuo raised his head slightly and looked at His own son showed a rare and subtle smile.
"Father, what do you want?" Lancelot frowned, as if he wanted to say something.
Anno shook his head, interrupted what Lancelot had not yet said, then patted his shoulder again and walked forward on his own.
The Storm King hasn't left the camp yet, he wants to take a look.
Looking at the silver-white cloak that was not moved in the moonlight of the dark night, Lancelot pursed his lips and sighed silently.
"Dad, grandpa." Matthew stood beside Lancelot, looking at Annuo who had walked away with him.
"It's nothing. This may be what one has to endure in the position of a father." Lancelot could see a trace of sadness and loss in his eyes, but there was no hope.
For a knight who is fully prepared for awakening, having such hope is already an insult.
"He probably didn't plan to come back alive this time." Xuanzang had a rare expression on his face and frowned in discomfort, "Really, why do you heroes like to do this, Arash, Annuo too? Yes, why do you all like to do this?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around and squeezed her hands tightly: "Let's go, Mashu, let's go and contact the doctor."
"Ah, yes!"
It is night now, and the Storm King has not fallen asleep. She is sitting at the junction of the desert and the wilderness, looking straight ahead calmly.
"king."
Annuo approached her from behind.
Turning her head slightly, Artoria looked at the tired knight, her eyes lowered involuntarily.
"An Nuoqing, sit down. There are no seats here, so I have to sit on the ground." She turned her head back and continued to look at the empty wilderness.
"It doesn't matter. After many years of marching, I have already adapted to it." Annuo didn't care and sat beside the Storm King, looking towards the wilderness with her.
"How do you feel about me who is about to kill that mistake? For you who are both an uncle and a knight, this must be a heavy burden, Annoqing."
"Of course there are those." Annuo sighed, and his tone became slightly more relaxed, "I have understood the current situation since I was called here by Merlin."
"The pain and burden were all vented at that time. Now, I feel a little happy."
"At least, this tragedy that has lasted for thousands of years should come to an end, right?"
Although he said that he was "happy", there was no smile on An Nuo's face.
"Have you got the Holy Grail?" The Storm King felt some strange feelings from Annuo's body and glanced sideways at Annuo.
Nodding, Annuo didn't hide anything.
He put a hand on his chest, and soon a golden light appeared, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.
Looking at the golden cup, the Storm King smiled: "If you are completely sure, that is naturally the best. You should be prepared."
"Of course, I just feel that this journey is really not peaceful." Annuo lowered his head and looked at the Holy Grail with a smile. "Death is no longer a scary thing to me. I will continue after correcting my mistakes. Sleeping forever is what I should do."
"After all, I have long admitted that I am old."
Looking up at the starry sky, Annuo said something that was very inconsistent with his own image.
