Chapter 622: White Horse? I will make sure it never comes back!
Finally, some of the refugees could no longer suppress their hunger and thirst and moved forward.
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A silver-white sword light flew out from the night and slashed at the feet of several people.
Seeing the deep trench on the ground torn by the sword, several people were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats and trembled.
Under the moonlight, Bedivere came to Altria with a sword in his hand and a spear on his back. He stood there quietly, emitting a cold aura that made people afraid.
The feeling of uneasiness spread to the refugee group, and those who had just escaped from the crisis gradually became a little agitated and fearful.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. We are knights from the southern border. There is our camp ahead. We have water and food prepared there. If you need anything, please follow me."
A gentle voice came from the other side.
Kai stood with his hands empty and a very friendly smile on his face, speaking soothing words.
Hearing the gentle voice, the refugees' nervousness was resolved, and like a group of docile sheep, they obediently followed Kai to the camp ahead.
As everyone left, the wilderness became empty and quiet again.
Altria did not react to this and continued to concentrate on rescuing the person, trying to save the dying life.
However, the magical halos emitting divinity were continuously sprinkled down, but they were like a drop in the ocean, and did not bring any response at all.
"She's hopeless, give up..."
Luo En came behind his beloved disciple at some point and told him the truth in a deep voice.
But Altria still refused to let go. She used the magic and first aid knowledge she had learned again and again.
Finally, she watched the body gradually grow colder and harder, completely losing its vitality. She could only accept the reality helplessly and stood up from the ground in a somewhat decadent manner.
"Let's bury him together."
Loen suggested quietly, and casually fired a curse bullet, blasting a grave in the ground just big enough to accommodate the corpse.
Altria nodded, placed the refugee's body into the pit, and carefully filled the grave with soil.
Finally, Altria picked a bunch of wild flowers from nearby and placed them in front of the other person's grave, blessing and praying for him.
After doing all this, she finally felt much better.
But even so, Altria couldn't help but blame herself:
"I can't save her..."
"Of course you can't save the dead, but you can save more living people!"
Loen interrupted his beloved disciple's self-pity and pointed at the refugees pouring into the camp ahead.
After hearing the teacher's reminder, Altria immediately dispelled the useless sentimentality in her heart, cheered herself up again, turned around and walked towards the camp.
Looking at the quickly leaving figure of his beloved disciple, Loen shook his head secretly.
Although respecting and cherishing life is a good thing, this child has too much compassion after awakening to his humanity.
This is not an advantage for a king who is about to shoulder the responsibility and go to the battlefield.
I hope she won't hurt herself by mistake because of this kindness.
Suppressing the worry in their hearts, Lorne and Bedivere cleaned up all traces at the scene, and only returned to the camp after confirming that there were no pursuers.
At this time, Kai was leading a team of people selected from the refugees to make fire and boil water, distribute food and set up tents.
Even Altria subconsciously obeyed the orders of her sworn brother and was responsible for rescuing the wounded among the refugees.
In just a quarter of an hour, the originally chaotic scene was restored to a stable order.
It has to be said that King Arthur's sworn brother is worthy of being the future steward of the Knights of the Round Table.
Before he officially took office, he had demonstrated his excellent talent for internal affairs through one thing after another.
"Both of you should stay busy. One of you should go to the nearby area to see if you can hunt any prey, and the other one should help rescue people."
When Loen and Bedivere heard the assignment, they immediately got down to work.
The four of them worked for half the night and finally took care of all the hundreds of refugees in the camp.
After eating and drinking, and arriving in a safe environment, the faces that were originally filled with fear and anxiety regained their composure, and they sat around the fire and fell asleep peacefully.
The four people who were free looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment and tacit understanding in their hearts.
But for now, the refugee problem has only been temporarily postponed and not completely solved.
"We have to travel tomorrow, what about them?"
Bedivere asked the question first, subconsciously looking at Altria.
Like a minister seeking advice from the monarch.
Altria thought for a moment, then turned to look at her brother:
"Brother Kai, we are only going to the North to investigate the situation, so we don't need too many people. Coordinating interpersonal relationships and handling internal affairs are your specialties. Why don't you stay in the South and be responsible for contacting the lords of various places to receive refugees and stabilize the situation in the rear?"
"Okay, leave this to me! Once the matter in the southern border is concluded, I will rush over to join you!"
Kai nodded in agreement.
He knows his own business. His fighting skills on the battlefield are far inferior to those in front of him.
Rather than becoming a burden, it is better to play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses, and stay in the southern border to do a good job in resettling refugees.
As a well-known socialite in the knight world, he has many good connections nearby that he can use.
After the discussion was completed, Artoria immediately stood up from the fire:
"More and more refugees are fleeing from the north. It seems that the situation there is getting worse. We should set off now without further delay.
Such a vigorous and resolute style actually shows the characteristics of a wise ruler who is decisive and ruthless.
It seems that my worries were unnecessary.
Lorne smiled with relief, and stood up with Bedivere, leaving their extra food, money and potions to Kai as backup resources, then turned around and followed Altria.
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Half a month later, in the North.
The raging wind swept across the wilderness, and the sky and the earth were dim.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three figures wrapped in three-colored divine light broke through the obstacles of wind and sand and passed through at an extremely fast speed.
When passing through a dry forest, the blue-white halo dissipated first. Artoria stopped suddenly, her nose flaring:
"Wait a minute!"
The familiar smell of burning rushed into the nostrils of the three people along with the raging wind, and a sense of foreboding arose in their hearts.
Passing through the charred woods, the three people saw the scene in the distance:
Houses with only frames left were still emitting residual flames, beams and pillars were crackling, and the stench of burnt protein lingered in the air. Under the charred bricks and rubble were twisted and curled up corpses.
The fingers desperately stretched upwards were like ghost claws reaching out from the depths of hell, and the hideous face before death made people seem to vaguely hear the wailing and cursing from the soul.
Among them, there were frail old men, petite children, rebellious men, helpless women, and even domestic dogs, cattle, sheep and other livestock that were caught in the middle...
All lives are equal under death.
Seventeenth...
The seventeenth village to be massacred...
Even though she had experienced such scenes more than once along the way, emotions of anger and intolerance still surged violently in Altria's heart.
She bit her lip and angrily scolded:
"What a bunch of beasts!"
"The subordinates of the humble king are a group of cruel and bloodthirsty hyenas. It is not surprising that they do things that anger heaven and man. The most urgent task is to find out the situation in the north and find a way to stop all this."
Bedivere reminded in a deep voice.
Altria nodded and looked away from the burned villages and towns in the distance:
"I understand. Let's go."
Loen noticed his student's reaction and felt mixed emotions.
If it were before, Altria would probably stop, bury the remains of the victims, and pray for them.
But now, she has been able to restrain the compassion that comes from the nature of Mother Earth and face the tragic situation before her calmly.
In a sense, this may be a kind of growth in one's mind and character.
But Loen could feel that his student had not really crossed this threshold, but was forcing himself to give up useless efforts and concentrate on doing the right thing.
If it's only for a short time it's ok.
In the long run, she will be under considerable psychological pressure, gradually shutting herself off and becoming unkind.
If you have time, please give this girl some more guidance.
Just as Loen was thinking to himself, a roar and scream came from a distance.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a wounded white horse running wildly in the wilderness.
Behind it, hundreds of Goberlins were chasing after it, armed with bows and arrows, wooden sticks, swords and shields.
After not seeing each other for a few months, these corrupted goblins have all upgraded their weapons. Not only have they learned how to use weapons, but many of them have also put on armor.
There are even priests who have mastered magic, and giant mutants that are three or four meters tall.
Obviously, under the brutal rule of that humble king, everything in the North is rapidly getting out of control, and the evil forces of darkness and disaster are constantly rising.
As the distance between the two sides shortened, Artoria saw the mottled blood stains on the armor of the Goberlins, as well as the strings of human fingers, teeth, and tongues hanging on their bodies as decorations. Her eyes turned cold:
“It’s them!”
"So what are you waiting for? Don't let these bastards get away."
Loen sneered and raised his wand, firing a row of curse bullets, which blew several Goberlins in the front into pieces, and thus sounded the clarion call for attack.
With the teacher's approval, Artoria felt relieved and immediately drew the fine steel sword from her waist, rushed towards the group of goberlins, and continued to swing the sword to kill these corrupted beasts.
Even if she is the reincarnation of the Earth Mother, having seen so much cruelty and sadness, it is impossible for her to always be positive.
Allowing these negative emotions to build up is not a good thing.
When it is time to vent, just vent. This is the healthy way for the soul to grow.
Loen ignored his beloved disciple who was killing many people among the Goberlins and went to meet the running white horse.
"Thanks to everyone for helping me, I was finally saved."
Unexpectedly, the white horse that came in front of the crowd actually spoke human language, and its narrow and long face showed its relief for surviving the disaster.
Very humane.
Lorne thought:
"Are you a goblin?"
"Yes, goblin Maglingret, salutations to you."
The white horse lowered its head and introduced itself politely.
Hearing this name, Bedivere beside him showed a look of surprise:
"Are you Gawain's horse?"
"Did that gorilla send you to find me?!"
The white horse instantly became alert and subconsciously distanced itself from the two humanoid creatures in front of it.
"Gorilla? So that's what you call your master in private?"
Luo En burst out laughing, then said seriously,
"Don't worry, we are knights from the South. We have no ill intentions. We just want you to help introduce Sir Gawain."
Hearing this, Bai Ma relaxed his guard a little and asked in confusion:
"What do you guys do when you see the gorilla, uh, Gao Wenqing?"
"The chaos and disasters caused by the Blighty King are becoming more and more serious. Even the southern border is no longer safe. We want to discuss the possibility of an alliance with Sir Gawain to fight against the Blighty King's army together."
Lorne replied in a deep voice.
After hearing this, Bai Ma rolled his eyes and kindly reminded:
"I advise you to forget it. Although that guy is very strong and is indeed organizing a military force to fight against the humble king, he is a stubborn person and has blind confidence in his own strength. He always thinks he can handle everything with brute force. If you want to unite, he may not listen."
Lorne remained unmoved and spoke with a smile.
"Just take us to see Sir Gawain. This is our reward for saving you from those goberlins. As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it."
Hearing the word "return", Bai Ma frowned and replied helplessly:
"If you want to find the gorilla, just go straight to Orkney. He and his brothers are stationed in the city."
"You're not coming with us?"
"No, I just had a fight with that gorilla, so it's not convenient for me to go back right now."
"If you have any conflicts, why not tell us about them? Maybe we can help."
Lorne asked softly, his eyes sincere.
The white horse wanted to refuse, but when it saw Lorne's slightly pointed fairy ears, it immediately changed its mind:
"It's okay to tell you: Due to the influence of dark forces, more and more goblins in the North have been corrupted. Under the orders of the humble king, they began to frequently attack human villages. The gorilla suddenly had an idea and decided to lead the Orkney army to destroy all the goblins in the North."
"For better or for worse?"
"That gorilla thinks that all fairies have the potential to be corrupted and are potential threats. If we get rid of them all, we can put an end to the chaos in the North."
After hearing this, Luo En couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Such a simple and crude one-size-fits-all approach is equivalent to pushing all the fairies in the North to the opposite side of humans.
No wonder the white horse had such a deep grudge against its owner Gawain that it not only called him a "gorilla" but also secretly ran away from the city of Orkney.
Because in terms of bloodline, this white horse is also a fairy.
"So, you're planning to report the news? To prevent both humans and fairies from getting hurt?"
"Well, all the uncorrupted northern goblins have gathered at the Tomb of Albion. The gorilla is going to lead the Orkney army to flatten the place in three days. I must tell them this news before anything happens."
"Can those goblins stop the Orkney army?"
Lorne frowned, somewhat skeptical.
According to Bedivere, the Sun Knight Gawain is not just one person, he has three powerful helpers under his command.
They are Fighting Spirit Knight Gareth, Holy War Knight Gaheris, and Iron Wall Knight Agguiwen.
All three were children of the previous Lord of Orkney, and blood brothers of Gawain the Sun Knight.
Including Gawain, the other four will be among the future twelve Knights of the Round Table.
In other words, they are most likely reincarnations of the former Tuatha de Danu gods.
Although they have lost their position and godhood, they are definitely not someone that some ordinary goblins can deal with.
Bai Ma laughed and said:
"Although ordinary fairies are not good enough, there is also a powerful knight stationed there. She provides shelter for the fleeing fairies and humans, and keeps the Tomb of Albion stable amidst the chaos in the North. Her strength is definitely not weaker than Gawain."
"Oh, who is it?"
"Lancelot!"
Bai Ma answered, and there was even a hint of longing in his eyes for this name.
Lancelot, Knight of the Lake VS Gawain, Knight of the Sun?
Well, this pair of enemies started fighting before they even joined the Knights of the Round Table. What a bad fate.
Luo En thought for a moment and took the initiative to propose to Bai Ma:
"I've changed my mind. Aren't you going to deliver a letter to Albion's Tomb? Let's go together! Gawain and his army are coming anyway, so it's just the same if we go to Albion's Tomb and wait. Besides, maybe we can help and resolve this crisis."
The white horse looked back at Goberlin who had been slaughtered cleanly in the wilderness, and nodded in agreement.
The North is in chaos and it is not good at fighting.
If he runs out alone like this, it is unknown whether he can reach the Tomb of Albion alive.
It would be better to travel with the four Southern Knights in front of him, so that he would have someone to help him on the road.
"Well, without further ado, follow me closely!"
After a brief rest, the white horse set off at full speed.
After Lorne and his four companions dealt with the scene, they followed and headed towards the Tomb of Albion, preparing to visit the legendary Knight Lancelot of the Lake first.
(End of this chapter)
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