In short, in the battle of Hastings, which turned the tide of the war, many small fries died on the battlefield. Needless to say, the king's situation was not good. King Harold now knew that his military strength was weakening, and every soldier was ordered to defend the mountain. Among these soldiers, his two brothers and his son were also ordered to defend the mountain.
The Normans continued their charge. Small groups of soldiers surged forward in waves, repeatedly probing the weak points of the shield wall. They used their weapons to strike their armour as they advanced, their morale soaring.
Hour after hour, the remaining English soldiers used their shields to defend against the Normans' attacks. Although the scales of victory had begun to tilt, the Normans' progress was still somewhat slow due to the terrain. However, the originally impenetrable shield wall was now full of holes.
The impenetrable defence began to fall apart. The Normans' scheme had opened up a new phase of the battle and a melee battle had begun.
This battle had now become a battle of endurance. Even so, the Normans continued to surge up the mountain. The English soldiers were losing their advantage and were forced to fight on open ground. King Harold had no choice but to pull himself together and fight with his back to the wall. He led his elite troops to engage the Normans in close combat, cutting down the enemy with his bare hands.
Countless souls were pulled by an invisible force towards the magic staff in Allen's hand. In the end, the souls were all sucked into the magic staff and were no longer able to enter.
Allen gently shook the magic staff in his hand. The souls within the crystal ball at the bottom of the magic staff moved rapidly. Allen felt a sense of relief and he gulped down the wine in his glass. The main reason why Luna had sent him back – to allow him to collect souls during these transformations – was finally completed. He could finally return to his own time and space. Luna was still in that despairing place, waiting for him to rescue her.
After feeling a sense of relief, Allen felt as though a lifetime had passed since the three transformations.
Merlin's whimpers entered Allen's ears. The wizard felt that although he had accepted Merlin as his apprentice, he was just like Tom. Liddell had a hobby of collecting soul tools, but since he had become the boy's mentor, he could not leave Merlin alone in this world. After all, he had promised him earlier.
Allen looked at the battlefield and soon found Tuo Fei, who was still fighting. The young boy was holding up his shield to block the attacks. Allen teleported to his side and began to cast a spell.
The surrounding teammates watched as an arrow shot down from the sky pierced into Tuo Fei's shoulder. He was shot to the ground and kept wailing, but he found that there was no pain coming from his shoulder. Tuo Fei stared in horror, not understanding what was going on.
"Don't move. Lie down. I'll pick you up later." Allen appeared out of thin air in front of Tuofei and ordered, "Meet your farm, your home, and your bride in your dreams. The battle is over for you."
Under Allen's spell, Tuo Fei fell asleep. Allen covered the pit created by the transformation spell with a few huge shields, and Tuo Fei was in it.
After setting up a small area of Muggle expulsion spell, Allen stood up and observed the situation on the battlefield. At this time, the battle between the two sides was still in a stalemate. The conscripted militia, mercenaries, and nobles all died on the battlefield. The royal family of Anglo Saxons, Count Goss of East Anglia, was a member of Anglo Saxons. The position of Gwensen's troops had been occupied by the Normans, and his flag had been replaced by William's own flag. It seemed that the fate of Harold's most staunch ally and advisor, the king's brother, was just as Carmen Shi had described. He was killed by William himself in the battlefield.
Since the magic staff had absorbed enough soul energy, it was time to complete the contract with William.
Allen took out an arrow from one of William's men's quiver on William's flagship. After aiming at the approximate range, the arrow left the bowstring with a whoosh and went straight into the eye of Harold, the king of England, who was leading the royal guards in battle.
The powerful inertia of the arrow shot the King of England to the ground, the tail feathers of the arrow still trembling violently. Harold, the last monarch of the last Anglo-Saxon dynasty of Wessex, Gwensen died in battle.
The wizards who were forced to stay behind trembled in fear. When they saw Allen's crisp magic, they looked at each other and communicated with each other. Some of the wizards could not hold back and even cried out in surprise. This was a magic spell that could make objects shoot out quickly. Wadi Vasi, they had long mastered this basic magic spell. But to be able to accurately hit the target from such a long distance and avoid obstacles in the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses, this was not something that the wizards they knew of could do. At the very least, they could not do it themselves. In their knowledge, only the four founders of the famous magic academy in recent years could do it.
Harold's life had just been ended by Allen, and William could feel that the magic contract he had signed with the wizards had been completed.
Both sides were in a stalemate, and William had been anxious. He kept praying, hoping that his god would bless him and help him obtain victory. Moreover, none of the wizards he had recruited had appeared, and this had disrupted his plan. After seeing the horror of magic, he had thought that with the help of the wizards, England would be at his fingertips. After all, he had heard from Allen that because Harold had inherited the piety of the former King Edward, he did not have his own wizards.
But after a day of war, there was still no sign of the wizards. Even if he had obtained an advantage through schemes and accidents, this made him anxious. Because according to the intelligence, Harold, who was fighting on his home ground, was still gathering his troops in the distance. They were expected to arrive at night and deal a fatal blow to the exhausted William.
Therefore, when he felt that Allen had completed the contract, the illegitimate Duke was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.
It was time to end this war. The fertile land of England was already in his hands. He could almost see the throne waving to him, as if he could see the moment when he was crowned … Impatiently, he stretched out the long sword in his hand and roared, "Attack!"
All the soldiers charged forward, taking advantage of the chaos in England's position to launch their final attack.
The final charge of the Norman army completely broke through the defensive line of the English army's left and right flank and they began moving toward the center of the formation.
The defensive line of the English army began to waver and the defensive line of the shield wall was broken through by the Norman soldiers.
After hearing the news of Harold's fall, most of the conscripted soldiers began to scatter from the battlefield. As for Harold's two brothers, they had already died in battle.
Following closely behind, the Norman army occupied the top of the hill and began pursuing the deserters. As for Harold's Royal Guards, they formed a ring around the still-extinguished Harold and tenaciously resisted the Normans who were charging up the hill.
Seeing that, William personally led his personal guards to charge at Harold's royal flag, allowing the Norman royal guards and the English royal guards to engage in battle.
After the last personal guard was cut down, the Norman knights who were protecting William went into a frenzy of slaughter. With William's tacit approval and indulgence, they cut open King Harold's body, cut off his lower body and finally cut off his head.
With the loss of their King, the English army's defensive line crumbled. Without their King, they had defeated the mighty Vikings and rapidly traversed through their lands. The exhausted farmers of England had no chance of victory and the invaders finally broke through their defensive line, causing them to lose their lives on the spot.
Allen no longer cared about the aftermath of the Muggle War. In the torrent of history, this was merely a part of the history of human society. In the eyes of the Muggle, the real England was only officially born after this battle.
Allen no longer had the time to observe the aftermath of the Battle of Hastings, where the Normans pursued the small group of Anglo-Saxons who had fled into the forest. He returned to the ancient apple tree and waved his hand at the sorcerers who were frightened out of their wits after discovering that Allen was actually absorbing the souls of the Muggle from the battlefield. The sorcerers felt as though they had been pardoned and their faces were filled with disbelief that they were let off so easily.
"Thank you for your hospitality!" Malfoy was confident that compared to the other sorcerers, he had met Allen once before. Thus, instead of running away in a panic, he pretended to be calm and walked forward to bid farewell to Allen. He acted as though they were familiar with each other and hoped that the sorcerers of the other families would be more fearful of him.
The other sorcerers immediately stood up and stretched out their hands in an attempt to retrieve their wands. There were even some timid ones who could perform phantom transfiguration without their wands and fled in panic.
"Wait …" Following Allen's voice, the remaining sorcerers found that their movements were suddenly controlled and those who tried to perform phantom transfiguration were forced to stay where they were.
They felt as though they had been struck by lightning and lamented in their hearts. They knew it wasn't that simple. Fear was like a surging tide that drowned them. Some of them didn't know what to think and even sat down on the ground, trembling. Regardless, all the sorcerers' gazes turned towards Allen and … Beside him was Armand, whose face had turned green from fright. Malfoy.
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