Chapter 623 King Arthur: Where are my confidants?
On the way to the Tomb of Albion, after everyone got familiar with the white horse, they discovered that he was a hidden chatterbox.
"Do you know what it feels like to be ridden by a gorilla all day?
Gawain looked cool on the surface, but in fact, his muscles and bones were incredibly dense, not much different from those of a dragon.
Coupled with the specially treated silver heavy armor on his body, carrying him to the battlefield is almost like carrying a gorilla.
But once he enters the battle, this guy's IQ will immediately drop sharply and he will only have eyes for his opponent.
Usually, that guy will never stop until the opponent is annihilated or the winner is decided, no matter who comes to help.
Once, in order to defeat a group of enemies, he rode me on the battlefield for three days and three nights, fighting without sleep.
They are worse than animals!"
The goblin White Horse kept chattering along the way, constantly revealing all kinds of dark history about the Sun Knight Gawain.
Obviously, it had a deep grudge against its former owner.
"Apart from these, are there any other comments?" Loen asked curiously.
"Although this guy has only one mind and is not very good, I have to admit that he has many advantages, such as being strong, strict, simple, and sturdy. Moreover, he is very handsome and heroic, just like the sunlight shining on the ground at noon. Although it is extremely hot, it is also bright and dazzling. He is simply the ideal perfect knight and the noble prince in the minds of all females!"
The fairy White Horse became more and more excited as he spoke, and even began to dance with joy.
Well, the answer is full of emotion and very sincere.
With so many advantages combined, it is no wonder that Gawain will be regarded as the origin of the term "Prince Charming" in the future.
but……
Lorne glanced downward, his gaze a little vague.
This horse seems to be a female.
So, did the term "Prince Charming" originally have another meaning?
Just as Loen's thoughts were gradually wandering, a shimmering lake surface came into view.
Albion's Tomb, here we are.
rustle……
A breeze blew through the woods, bringing with it the sound of rustling branches and leaves.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but before they could react, a white shadow turned into a comet and pierced the silence of the twilight. The fluff-like body accurately hit the lower back of a certain white-haired magician. The wailing vibration of the tail vertebrae and the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground exploded at the same time.
“Fuwu~~Fuwu!”
With some meaningless calls, a small white-haired animal that looked like both a cat and a dog suddenly straightened its back, crushed the ice crystals condensed from water vapor with its hind paws, and stirred up a circle of rainbow ripples in the air. The subtle vibrations of its fur compressed seven levels of magic power, and the trajectory of the toes' ejection caused the air to crack with a sonic boom in the shape of a Celtic rune.
The small white body performed a double jump, and like a cannonball, it spiraled, accelerated, and charged, landing on a handsome face at lightning speed.
Then, a pair of paws covered with flesh pads stomped and kicked the handsome face beneath it, and the attack was as fast as a storm.
Claw-shaped sealing arrays appeared on the victim's robes, and with every step, ripples of magical confinement spread out.
The ground shook violently, and the powerful fluctuations of magical power almost suffocated the two people and one horse around them.
However, a certain tortured wizard on the ground seemed to have been tickled, and laughed so hard that he was out of breath:
“Kathy Paluge, you evil beast! Ahahaha, your true colors have been revealed! Haha, it’s itchy, don’t move!”
After a flurry of hurried calls, a certain white-haired beast was grabbed by the scruff of its neck and lifted into the air, its four little paws flapping weakly.
Altria came back to her senses and approached to ask curiously:
"Teacher, do you know each other?"
"Well, this is Cathy Palug, the successor of the Beast God Cernunnos, the legendary fourth beast."
Lorne pointed to his ears and explained with a mixture of truth and falsehood,
"You know, I have some goblin blood, and I've dealt with this little guy before, so I can be considered a semi-acquaintance of him."
The so-called "dealing" is of course on the physical level.
When the war of gods broke out between the Nordic countries and the Celtic countries, the Nordic orange cat, the world serpent Jörmungandr, happened to face the Celtic fourth beast, the three-eyed cat demon Cathypalug.
The two sides fought each other and had a big grudge against each other.
As the keeper of Jörmungandr and the commander of the Nordic army, he was naturally on Cathy Palug's unwelcome list.
The fourth beast?
The fairy horse next to it was startled and looked at the little white-haired guy with obvious fear in its eyes.
The Tuatha de Danann were once ruled by four thrones, among which Cernunnos, the god of beasts, was responsible for commanding all beasts on earth and was ranked fourth.
After it disappeared, its offspring, the three-eyed cat demon Cathy Palug, inherited the divine power and was called the [Fourth Beast], equivalent to a candidate for the fourth throne.
As a unique creature that is a combination of fairies and monsters, the fairy horse is restricted by its bloodline, and its awe of the future beast god is almost engraved in its bones.
In contrast, the two masters and apprentices in front teased Cathy Palug as an ordinary house cat, without any respect at all.
And this future beast god was surprisingly cooperative, even jumping onto Altria's shoulder and stretching out his furry little face to rub against her affectionately.
Looking at the friendly interaction between the man and the beast, Lorne understood that Cathy Palug had probably recognized Altria's identity.
A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to pick up the fourth beast that had given up its hostility:
"Lancelot is the one who manages Albion's Tomb now, right? Take us to her."
Cathy Palug hesitated for a moment, glanced at Altria, and nodded in agreement.
Everyone followed the guidance of the little white-haired beast, passed through the barrier in the dense forest, and stepped into the sparkling lake.
With a flash of light, the world before their eyes changed drastically in an instant.
On the horizon, a magnificent chalk city stands proudly.
The transparent invisible wind walls around and the falling bright golden stardust keep the storm and dust out, keeping this perfect country spotless.
Under the light, the houses and buildings are lined up one after another, exquisite, ethereal, magnificent and gorgeous.
The undulating and overlapping city walls look like a giant beast lurking in the wilderness, sharpening its claws, and are awe-inspiring.
The small piece of land under the protection of the outer city is full of plump and crystal-clear food.
The vegetation in the streets and alleys of the inner city is lush and green.
The square is filled with natural fountains sprinkling crystal water, and every piece of marble in the paving is as smooth as a mirror, as if it was the product of meticulous carving by inhuman craftsmen.
Stepping into this magnificent fortress, one feels as if they are in the palace of the gods.
This strong sense of déjà vu made Loen think of the fairy city he had seen in the Misty Forest.
He also had a rough guess about the identity of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.
"Another human came in?"
"And the goblin horse!"
"There are mixed-bloods too?"
The sound of chattering could be heard all around.
Heads popped out from the city walls, windows, and streets, curiously looking at Loen and others who had just entered the city.
Most of them are fairies from the six major clans, but there are also humans.
Even the two hundred-man teams guarding the city gate were composed of fully armed human soldiers.
Apparently, Albion's Tomb not only provides shelter for the goblins of the North, but also treats humans who flee here equally.
"Lord Cathy Paluge, are they your guests?"
Along with the deep voice, a knight in plate armor holding a spear came towards them.
He was tall and straight, with smooth but not exaggerated muscle lines, showing the strength of a knight and the agility of a warrior. His black curly hair was like waves in the night, scattered unruly on his forehead and shoulders, adding a different kind of charm to him.
And those deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, shining with firmness and rigor.
"Fuwu~Fuwu~"
Cathy Paluge stepped forward and called out softly.
After hearing this, the Lance Knight looked at Loen and the others in surprise:
"You request to see Lord Lancelot?"
"Well, we have something important to discuss with Lancelot in person."
"Important?"
"It concerns the survival of the entire Tomb of Albion!"
Hearing Loen's serious tone, the spear knight's heart trembled. He quickly handed over the defense work and rushed to the palace with everyone.
On the way, through simple communication, Loen learned the general identity of the knight.
His real name is "Percival", he comes from a noble family and is the seventh child of his father. However, due to the tyranny of the humble king, his father and six brothers all lost their lives in the war.
So he and his mother fled to the forest to avoid the war.
After his mother died, he was found by Lancelot who was out on patrol when he was only 15 years old and was brought back to the holy city to be raised.
In order to thank the Knight of the Lake for his kindness, he worked hard to learn various skills and knowledge, and eventually became a qualified knight, guarding the peace of the holy city together with his idol.
In fact, his situation is not an isolated case.
Due to the continued unrest in Britain, a large number of children lost their parents in the chaos and became orphans.
The Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, had a similar origin. Legend has it that he was picked up and raised by fairies.
Therefore, she could not bear to see orphans who were also without parents suffer, so she adopted many human orphans who came to the holy city, and personally raised and taught them.
Orphans are grateful for this care and most of them will join Lancelot and serve him when they grow up.
This is how the human soldiers in the holy city came about.
However, the Knight of the Lake is very strict, and few people can pass all her tests and be promoted from [Soldier] to [Knight].
In the past ten years, there have been only three children who were officially granted the title of Knight.
One is Bao Si, with the title [Guardian Knight];
One is Galahad, titled [Eternal Knight].
The last one is Percival himself, with the title [Holy Light Knight]...
Since Percival was already a 15-year-old boy when he was picked up, he only regarded Lancelot as a teacher and monarch.
However, Bors and Galahad were raised by Lancelot from a very young age, and almost regarded Lancelot as their "uncle" and "father" in a sense.
Therefore, his two knight brothers chose to stay in the palace and stay with Lancelot inseparable.
After listening to this, Luo En secretly complained.
[Guardian Knight] Boss, [Eternal Knight] Galahad, [Holy Light Knight] Percival...
Wow, they are all members of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
Together with Lancelot, the [Knight of the Lake], they formed a natural small group.
The same is true for Orkney. They have a small group consisting of [Fighting Spirit Knight] Gareth, [Holy War Knight] Gaheris, [Iron Wall Knight] Agriven, and [Sun Knight] Gawain as the leader.
Among the twelve Knights of the Round Table representing the new Celtic twelve gods, four were from Gawain's faction and four were from Lancelot's faction...
Among the remaining four, [Knight of Mercy] Tristan and [Knight of the Lion] Lanmalok have relatively neutral attitudes. After all, only Kai and Bedivere can be considered as die-hard fans of Altria.
No wonder the struggle between Lancelot and Gawain led to the split of the entire Knights of the Round Table.
After all this time, these two are the biggest factions among the Knights of the Round Table.
When it comes to direct lineage, even King Arthur, the eldest brother, has to step back a little.
After Loen sorted out these complicated relationships in his mind, he was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
At this time, Percival had already led them to the gate of the holy city.
The [Guardian Knight] Bors and the [Eternal Knight] Galahad, whom Percival mentioned on the road just now, were leading two teams of soldiers to patrol and guard strictly.
Hearing the purpose of the crowd's visit, the two people at the door shook their heads and refused:
"Sorry, we can't let you go without your order..."
"Bang!"
Before the two could finish their words, a beam of light interwoven with purple and blue rushed out of the palace gate.
The visitor subverts the traditional image of knights with the profound and mysterious dragon aesthetics.
The blue scales fit his body like glacier fragments, and the shoulder armor extends out like dragon horns. The silver-white hair behind his head is stained with the phosphorescence of the sea of stars, and the ether crystals suspended between the hair flicker with his breathing, as if a miniature galaxy is floating above his head. The cheeks are covered with crystallized dragon scale patterns, and the vertical golden pupils are like molten sun metal, which can burn the defense of the soul when looking at it. The black-based gilded knight's ceremonial dress is torn into a streamer, revealing the curse chain wrapped around the waist and the holy sword as cold as the lake light.
It was indeed her, the Fairy Knight——Melushin!
Luo En smiled and bowed:
"I suppose you are the Knight of the Lake himself? Nice to meet you."
Hearing the implicit reminder, Meilushin suppressed her excitement of reunion and nodded reservedly:
"You're looking for me? What's the matter?"
"The Lord of Orkney, Sun Knight Gawain, is preparing to organize a military force to attack the Tomb of Albion in three days. We are here to remind you to pay more attention and avoid this meaningless bloodshed as much as possible."
"Attack Albion? That really seems like something that gorilla would do."
Meilushin frowned and snorted, obviously not getting along well with the Sun Knight.
After taking a look around, she waved her hand and said:
"Since you are a guest, please come in and speak first."
Everyone responded and entered the hall, sitting together at the table to sort out the whole story.
After hearing this, Mei Luxin was somewhat puzzled:
"Orkney is being attacked by corrupted goblins. Why would he attack Albion instead of going to trouble Vortigern?"
"He believes that any goblin is a threat and could become Vortigern's accomplice. So, he plans to defeat Vortigern after dealing with you."
"There are so many goblins in the North, can he kill them all?!"
Galahad slammed the table and snorted coldly.
Boss and Galahad on the side also looked indignant.
Although they are human, they have all received favors from the fairies. As knights of the Holy City, they naturally tend to be more on the side of the fairies.
Altria also stood up and expressed her attitude:
"I also think that the Sun Knight's actions were too extreme. Fortunately, nothing has happened yet. We may be able to prevent this unnecessary conflict and concentrate our strength to deal with the real crisis. Don't forget that King Vortigern is our common enemy!"
"Even if we want to put aside our past grievances and unite against the enemy, the Sun Knight may not listen. We have heard that he is very stubborn."
Boss responded in a deep voice, not very optimistic about the prospect of cooperation.
Lorne thought for a moment and suggested:
"Well, there is still some time before the war starts. We will try to persuade Gawain to give up being an enemy of the goblins."
Mei Luxin nodded in agreement, and also stated her bottom line:
"Yes, but you only have two days. If you still can't convince Gawain to stop fighting before sunset the next day, I will have to prepare for war."
"Okay, it's settled!"
Lorne nodded happily and prepared to go to Orkney as a lobbyist.
However, just as he stood up from his seat, he was stopped by Meilushin:
"Wait, they go and you stay as a hostage."
(End of this chapter)
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