Behind the wizard mentors and apprentices, the wizards that William had recruited before were roasting game in the open space in front of them. It wasn't that they didn't want to help William, but they were forced by Allen to enjoy this picnic. Their own magic wands were floating in front of them.
The helpless adepts could only helplessly sit by the grill. Like Malfoy, who had surrendered immediately after being caught, they desperately sprinkled spices on the meat and chewed on the fragrant meat.
In this era, the price of spices was comparable to gold. For wizards, they could directly go to the Middle East to buy these spices with the help of Transfiguration or the Door Key, so it was not as expensive. However, it was quite fun to sprinkle spices, eat barbecued meat, and watch the Muggle's war. At least it could be said to be a joy in the midst of bitterness.
The wizards who were forced to eat the roasted meat gloated at their colleagues who tried to resist. Their wands had been burned. The powerful wizard who could cast spells without wands did not allow them to do anything. As a punishment, these unlucky fellows who tried to resist had to kneel at the side until the end of the battle. The wizard who brought along his apprentices also ordered them to line up neatly in order of height. If two people were similar in height, he would even take out a ruler to measure their height.
"Hmph, I've warned you before. This lord can pee with one hand and defeat all of you with the other empty hand," Armand said. Malfoy took advantage of the fact that he was the first to surrender to Allen. After sneaking a peek at Allen, Malfoy noticed that Allen didn't react to him standing up. He walked proudly to the kneeling Greengrass Clan adepts while gnawing on a deer leg, making them look like they were kneeling before him.
On the other hand, William, who was on the battlefield, was not as relaxed. He was anxiously waiting for the arrival of the Magi. He found it strange that the Magi he had sent out had gone missing, but why had the Magi who had been fine suddenly disappeared when the battle had started?!
With no other choice, he could only rely on his usual tactics to compete with the English in a battle of wills. But when he saw the dead soldiers, William's heart ached, and he kept thinking: if the mages were here, perhaps there wouldn't be so many dead soldiers.
"Are they going to let us die of boredom?" Knight Mordred complained as he looked at the English army who still insisted on staying on the top of the mountain. "These cowards only stand on the mountain? Don't they dare to come down and fight back? "Mordred roared angrily.
But suddenly, Mordred had an idea. He turned to his red-haired superior and said, "We need a valiant general. The duke will want someone to challenge the Englishmen to a duel."
"Such a gesture of sacrifice will give you a generous reward." Aoutayloff looked at him with some surprise. He had no idea that his companion had such a chivalrous spirit.
"Not me, my Lord." The knight with the bowl cut revealed a cruel smile and handed a Norman helmet to Aoutayloff. "Our Warriors will be forgiven by our Lord for all the mistakes he has made because of this glory."
Aoutayloff frowned as he looked at the helmet. He understood the meaning of the knight's words and smiled bitterly. It turned out that the knight did not report him for this.
For the victory of the Normans, plus the fact that his weakness was in the hands of the enemy, the red-haired knight Aoutayloff, who was born as a court poet, accepted the order.
His incomparable bravery pushed him to the front of the Duke's army. He rode his horse and shouted loudly in the direction of William. At the same time, he roared at the surrounding Normans to let the whole army know what he was about to do, so that his family would be treated well after the battle — if anything unfortunate happened to him.
His aggressive rush to the front line also made the English people tremble with fear. "Duel, Englishman." Aoutayloff dismounted from his horse and pointed his sword at the English camp. "Find a noble to duel."
Odegar walked out of the camp. "Someone with status, what does he say? If not me, then who? "
When he saw Odegar walk out of the camp, Merlin's pudding paused in his mouth for a moment. When he reacted, he hurriedly swallowed it. Paying attention to his apprentice's reaction, Allen put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the battlefield attentively. The wizards behind them who had been watching them all this time did not know why such a powerful wizard would pay so much attention to the battle between the two Muggle. But they also looked at the two people who were about to face off on the battlefield.
"Odegar, Odegar, Odegar, Odegar …" The English militia called out his name in unison, feeling admiration and cheering for him at the same time.
Both sides were in an attacking posture, and then they began to hack and slash. After a stalemate, Aoutayloff, who had just become a knight not long ago, was obviously unable to defeat Odegar, who was the captain of the King's guards. After all, this was not the glory of a knight's tournament. He was constantly beaten down by Odegar's movements and routines that he had practiced on the battlefield. The nose guard of his Norman iron helmet was even knocked askew, and there was even a gash on his face.
However, the red-haired knight tried to regroup again and again. From time to time, he would desperately attack Odegar with his sword and force him to retreat. He was like an injured beast that would never give up.
"You have a good relationship with him?" Allen patted his little apprentice's head.
"Odegar is the captain of the King's guards and also the conscription officer. He is the most dignified person in the village, and many people are afraid of him. However, I know that he is actually a good person. My father said that without him, the King's job would be more difficult to deal with." Merlin said, "He has never allowed me to tell others about my dream."
"Don't worry, the red-haired knight can't defeat the captain of the guards who grew up on the battlefield with the skills that he learned through practice." Allen nodded. When he was in the village, he found that the conscription officer had a soft heart under his stern appearance. He was protecting his hometown in his own way, just like how he was protecting the Anglo Saxons in England.
Although Allen's previous divination did not predict the fate of the English conscription officer, it was obvious who had the upper hand in the current situation. What Allen was more worried about was his new apprentice's reaction after Merlin saw the fate of one of the two militiamen from Crowhurst Village that he had divined.
Finally, Odegar kicked Aeoutayloff in the knee and knocked him to the ground. He glanced at Mordred and his subordinates at the foot of the mountain. The Norman's nature of discriminating against the weak caused their faces to be filled with mocking smiles. He pursed his lips and came back to his senses. He found that Odegar had raised his sharp sword with both hands and was about to chop him in the head. He quickly rolled to the side, and his helmet helped him to take the blow that should have been fatal.
Against the sunlight, Odegar's figure was already somewhat blurred in his eyes. His ears were already producing a sharp and ear-piercing buzzing sound. He took off his helmet from his head, and blood flowed from his nose and eyes. Aeoutayloff thought of his wife and children before he left, and it was as if an infinite amount of courage had been injected into his body.
When Odegar slashed at him again, he turned his head to look at the general direction of his lord, William, at the foot of the mountain. He said to Odegar, "You have to let me win."
Odegar stared blankly, feeling somewhat baffled. "What did you say?"
"You have to let me win against you, Englishman." Aeoutayloff's face was bitter as he spoke with hesitation.
"Speak slowly." Odegar was puzzled, not understanding what he meant by that.
"Or make me appear more courageous. That way, even if I die in the end, my family can still survive." The already half-squatting Aeoutayloff suddenly pulled out the dagger on his back. He rushed forward and stabbed the unguarded Odegar in the abdomen.
Merlin immediately jumped up from the crossbar, the pudding and roasted meat in his hands falling to the ground.
The English army let out gasps of disbelief, while the Normans cheered.
However, what happened next left everyone dumbfounded. They watched as Aeoutayloff mounted his warhorse and did not rush back to the Norman camp. Instead, he raised his sword and shouted, "Long live the Normans!" Aeoutayloff turned his horse around and charged into the English camp. He slashed down with all his might. After killing three Englishmen, he was immediately brought to his senses by the soldiers who were incomparably furious at his actions. They chopped him and his horse to the ground and chopped him into pieces.
Unexpectedly, Allen, who had just comforted his apprentice and reassured him, had not expected such an accident to occur. His figure instantly disappeared from Merlin's side the moment Odegar fell to the ground. He directly appeared beside Odegar's corpse on the battlefield. He suppressed the power of his staff and did not absorb the guard captain. "Capture the soul." As Allen's voice fell, a strange magical fluctuation reverberated in the air. Traces of mist drifted out from Odegar's corpse. Slowly, a red Soul Gem the size of a goose egg appeared in Allen's hand. Odegar's image flashed within the gem from time to time.
Following that, Allen did the same and turned the red-haired knight into a Soul Gem. Originally, he did not let his staff absorb the other party's soul and turned it into a Soul Gem. He wanted to use it as a punishment for his actions. However, when he was beside Odegar's corpse, Allen accidentally learned from Mind Extraction that this Aeoutayloff was the descendant of the bard who played and sang in the Hufflepuff Tavern back then. The reason for his suicide attack was because he believed that although his actions had saved his family, it had tarnished the chivalry he had always advocated.
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