"These are ancient magic words. You'll learn them in Hogwarts when you have the time. However, this is not a toy. It's sharpened, so be careful not to hurt yourself. Although it can't cut off a person's head as a dagger, it's still easy to use. If you're fast enough, you'll be able to stab your enemy full of holes. " Allen patted the head of the little boy who was, in a sense, his first apprentice. "You still need some materials and time to make your wand, so your first lesson is to remember to stab your enemy with the tip of the dagger."
Merlin pointed at the handle of the dagger and asked in confusion, "Teacher … Why is there a pink rabbit on it?"
A lively and lively little rabbit that was dyed pink was engraved on the handle of the dagger. Allen looked at his apprentice with a mischievous gaze. When he was making the dagger, he thought of Luna's original guardian. The rabbit, which also contained the meaning of madness, was naturally engraved on the handle. However, after engraving it, Allen did not want to leave the symbol representing Luna for Merlin to use, so he added the pink color of the senior girl Umrich's personal color into the dagger.
On the surface, Allen explained calmly, "All famous weapons have their own names. Your dagger is called the pink rabbit."
As a medieval boy who had dreamed of being a heroic knight, Merlin was obviously disappointed. He argued weakly, "But teacher, I'm a boy …"
"Think about it. Sorrowful Sword Gilen or Holy Avenger Carsomir. These names are everywhere, but no one can bear the shame of being killed by the pink rabbit. Think about it, my apprentice. If you have to be killed, would you rather be killed by the Soul Reaper or the pink rabbit? " Allen, who was immersed in the pleasure of bullying his apprentice and child, bit the tip of his tongue to prevent himself from laughing out loud when he thought about how Merlin's Polymorph could turn himself into a child, an old man, a woman, a dwarf, or an animal.
Although he felt that his mentor was teasing him, Merlin could only nod since he had no evidence. In the end, he could only bury the massacred villagers and let his mentor lead him away from his burnt hometown.
After Duke William of Normandy had landed, he consolidated his rear base and seized the land. King Harold, who was in a hurry to go south, had fallen into a predicament.
Throughout his life, Harold had been in the right place at the right time. He had been born into the most powerful family in England. He had been at the bedside of the dying king. He had managed to win the support of the nobles. At the same time, he had acted swiftly to defeat his younger brother and the Vikings. But now Harold still had to travel two hundred miles to defend his kingdom once more.
After the Battle of York, his forces were severely depleted. He had no choice but to fight to the death in a state where he lacked soldiers. When he marched south to London, he once again ordered the recruitment of a new army. Harold was determined to repeat his success at Stamford Bridge, repel the invaders, and retain his crown.
Now, the King of England had two choices in front of him. The most obvious one was to bring his newly recruited army to the south and have a decisive battle with the bastard duke. But that was not his only choice because he could entrench himself in London and fight a war of attrition. Maintaining the huge forces of the Normandy army would quickly deplete their provisions while fighting far away from their hometown.
Winter was coming, so according to the calculations of Harold's aides, it was only a matter of time before William's supplies ran out.
William, on the other hand, had learned of Harold's victory over the Norwegians at Stamford Bridge during his "friendly meeting" with Allen before landing. Before the battle, he had formulated various plans to lure Harold into a decisive battle when he was exhausted. For this reason, the Duke of Normandy had raised his banners around Sussex to provoke Harold. During the time when Harold was gathering his forces and marching south, he had constantly sent out his troops to burn, kill, and pillage from near to far.
He had placed his hopes on this series of actions to infuriate Harold. In fact, just thinking about this made William somewhat happy that he was able to obtain information from Allen in advance.
Evidently, this plan was very effective against Harold who had already returned to London. His vassals had been in a dilemma on whether to immediately confront the Normans or to wait until the army was fully assembled. But with the continuous reports from the frontlines, King Harold finally made up his mind.
"What should we do?" Harold's younger brother, the Earl of East Anglia, Goss Wencen, asked. After receiving reports of the new brutal actions of the Normans, Gwencen asked his brother who was sitting on the throne.
"Fight." Although Harold had been frowning all this time, in the face of the question, he answered firmly without hesitation. "He is wreaking havoc on our land and trampling on our farmers. We have no other choice."
The King's mother who had always been inclined to bide her time finally could not help but interject, "Although you are the King, as your mother …"
Harold did not wait for his mother to finish before he interrupted her, "This is not about me, this is about England."
"How about this, let me fight William while you stay here." Goss saw that his mother and his brother were in conflict and could not help but propose a compromise.
"Absolutely not." Harold rejected his brother's proposal.
"You may die on the battlefield." Goss immediately voiced out his worries and plans, "If you let me lead the charge, you can mobilize reinforcements to support us. If we fail, you can take advantage of the fact that the bastard is weak to defeat him or defend London."
"I will carry out my duty." Harold rejected his younger brother's suggestion that seemed more sensible. But after learning that his core territory had been plundered, Harold, who had just dealt with Harar, who had a long list of titles, obviously wouldn't listen to his younger brother's suggestion.
Thus, after staying in London for only three days, Harold led his army south from London towards Hastings and William's location. He also dispatched his fleet to the English Channel in an attempt to cut off the retreat of the Normans and prevent the bastard Duke from attempting to retreat to Normandy. After tasting the sweetness of victory at Stamford Bridge, Harold attempted to launch a surprise attack to allow the Normans to have a decisive battle with him while they were unprepared.
On the night of Friday the 13th of October, the two armies were separated by eight miles. Under the cover of darkness, King Harold ordered his army to annihilate the enemy while they were changing their guard. He wanted to recreate the glory of Stamford Bridge once again. However, the night attack had fooled the English. In the end, they suffered a loss.
At this time, William had the best cavalry in all of Europe. As a king on horseback, he knew the importance of intelligence. Not only did he send out his cavalry to investigate, he also placed a large number of hidden sentries around the camp. William also had the help of the sorcerers he sponsored. Although the bastard Duke did not know why the sorcerers he sent out to assassinate the English king who had no sorcerers to protect him, he knew that at least their lives were not in danger through the divination of the sorcerers who stayed in the camp. The sorcerers who did not dare to assassinate the English king had long discovered Harold's surprise attack and had set up traps in advance, leaving the Anglo Saxons with many corpses.
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