The surroundings were filled with gunpowder smoke. On the top of the cliff, a man raised his holy sword and loudly swore the mission and dignity of the knight.
"For ourselves! For our loved ones! For those who are in dire straits, and for the dignity of knights!"
The man holds the holy sword and leads less than one-tenth of the enemy's warriors to kill the enemy bravely, even if the outcome is already doomed. A revolving sword penetrated the man's chest, splashing blood all over the sky...
Artoris woke up with a start and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hands. She had a strange dream. Artoris could not remember the specific content of the dream. She only vaguely remembered that there was always a figure wearing a golden armor in the dream.
When I woke up, it was already dusk, and the setting sun dyed the earth a bloody color, giving me a faint sense of desolation. Recalling what happened before, Artolis covered her mouth in shock. Oh my God! She killed a magician!
At that time, she only remembered that the pressure on her body suddenly disappeared, and Artolis immediately found that her body was no longer under her control. Artoris was aware of what happened after that, and she did not lose her brain's ability to function because her body was out of control.
Including the instant kill of the enemy's main force among a hundred people, Artoris saw all of this. Artoris seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly groped around her with her hands, and soon touched a hard object. Artoris looked at the sword in her hand, and she guessed that this thing must be causing trouble.
Artoris thought of the guy she saw today who called himself Sword Spirit. But no matter how she called, the sword spirit did not appear again, which made Artolis a little confused.
Looking back, Artolis found that she had unknowingly returned to the starting point. Looking at the sentry tower in front of her, Artolis smiled bitterly. At this time, she discovered that there was no knight guarding this sentry tower, otherwise she would not have been here for so long without being discovered.
Artoris walked into the sentry tower, and what she saw in front of her made her speechless. There was blood everywhere in the sentry tower. The corpses of more than a dozen knights were lying on the ground, and some of them were even charred, which looked very horrifying.
Artoris felt her stomach churn, rushed out of the sentry tower, leaned against the wall and vomited. Wiping his mouth, an ominous premonition came to his mind. Knights!
The camp was littered with the corpses of knights, some burned to coke, and some frozen into ice sculptures. The scene in front of her was like a hell. The further Artoris walked, the more uncomfortable she became. She wants to know "What is going on here?"
Suddenly, Artolis saw a familiar figure. He leaned against the stone pillar with his sword. He looked so embarrassed, with disheveled hair and blood on his face. Even so, Artolis recognized him at a glance.
"Captain!" Artolis put down the sword in her hand and ran straight over. He was the only survivor in the group. Hearing the sound, the group leader looked up. The despair in his eyes swept away, and he seemed to be a little surprised.
"Lily! Ahem..." When the leader said the name, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His feet went weak and he almost fell down.
Artoris hurriedly stepped forward to support the leader, and her eyes turned red when she looked at the leader's bloodless face. What happened to make the usually brilliant leader become so embarrassed! A scene emerged in Artolis' mind, it was those people!
The invading army in Northern Ireland!
"Don't think about revenge." How could the leader not guess what Artoris was thinking? Apart from the former old leader, he was the person who knew Artolis best and treated her like his own daughter.
He put his bloody hand on Artoris's. Feeling her hand sinking, Artolis found something extra in her hand. It's a pendant.
"Fred old guy asked me to give this to you. I heard he said it was hung around your neck when he saw you for the first time." The leader said every word with great difficulty, A Tuo Liz felt very distressed, but she couldn't interrupt him.
Fred is the old group leader and Artoris's adoptive grandfather.
The leader continued: "He asked me to give you this pendant on the day you become a knight." Artolis's heart trembled, and she seemed to have guessed what would happen next.
"I, Kodores, take the oath as the twenty-seventh leader of the Royal Kelid Knights of Great Britain! Grant Artoris the title of knight!" As he spoke, the leader suddenly stood up and pointed his sword at the sky. Artoris!"
"Yes" Artolis knelt down on one knee with tears in her eyes. She had fantasized about this moment many times, but now she couldn't be happy no matter what. After three touches, Kdores' sword blade was lightly placed on Artolis's left shoulder. From this moment on, her sword would not only be wielded for herself.
"I, Artolis, will defend the honor of the knights to the death! I would rather die in battle, but I will never bow my head!" Artolis said the last half of the sentence almost tremblingly.
"Raise your head, there are still many people who need your protection!" Looking at Artolis, a smile appeared on Kdores' blood-stained face...
Artolis sat on the grass that was reflected red by the sunset, and her eye frames were also red. The leader eventually fell, and now she was the only one left. She wanted to cry, but as a knight, how could she shed tears easily?
"Artoris, Britain will not escape the fate of destruction after all. That old guy Fred has already prepared a way out for all of us. One day, after the war is won, we will live there. It is a beautiful and rich land. The name of the place is—Avalon!”
Artolis clenched her fists, "It's a pity that we don't have the chance to go, so let you go to that place for all of us..." These were the last words spoken by the 27th leader of the Royal Kelid. Artoris looked up at the sky, "Avalon... Avalon... you haven't told me where Avalon is yet... wuwu" Artoris leaned her face on her knees, with crystal tears. Rolling down her thin white legs onto the grass.
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Since there was no support from the Knights of Cailead in the rear, the Northern Ireland army easily broke through the gates of Camelot and launched a massive attack on the British royal family. Just like Kodores said, Britain is about to perish!
Artoris left the city at night. Staying in Camelot was definitely not a wise choice. Artoris knew this. Pack the necessary luggage and leave in a hurry. Artoris turned around, looked at the city, and couldn't help but sigh. After all, she couldn't bear to leave here. After all, it was the place where she grew up, but she had to leave now.
The sword has not responded since the afternoon until now. Now Artolis knows the name of this sword - Vow to Victory.
The sword spirit never came out again. There was no choice but to set out on her own. But then again, where is this Avalon? How should I get to that place without a detailed route?
Two days have passed...
Artoris chose to go south, not because she knew the exact route, but just based on intuition. She didn't bring much luggage, so Artoris traveled almost lightly, which resulted in her dry food being eaten up quickly.
Artoris was walking alone in the jungle, feeling very hungry. Unfortunately, there was nothing edible nearby, not even an animal. There is a swamp in front of it. It is not surprising that there are no animals and plants, but there are large areas of reeds. A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the reeds, and when it saw Atoris, it rushed towards her. Artoris, who was already delirious from hunger, had no time to react and was thrown to the ground.
