Outside the capital of Brittany, except for Hugh Bard, Duke of Kakazon, who was in the south, and Lauan, Duke of Connet, who was missing, the rest of the dukes had all united to fight against Matthew "the Viper" Bad and his army.
Even so, the number of the remaining troops was not as large as Matthew's army, which was growing like a snowball.
Moreover, Matthew Bad had four dukes of Brittany on his side. They were Duke Ardred of Lyonnesse, Duke Forcade of Montfort, Duke Armand of Aquitaine, who had been resurrected, and the former Duke of Artois, Duke Zilfroy of Artois, who had been resurrected.
This war would ultimately determine the survival of the Knight King's kingdom.
At this time, even the old Knight King, "Tiger" Dinoa, Jean-Richard de Le-Angouland, once again put on his ancestral plate armor. At this time, the Knight King looked even older after suffering another blow, but he still stubbornly came to the front line.
Richard, who had the family coat of arms of the "Blue Kraken" family and a full-body enchanted Brittany mithril plate armor, put on his Kraken helmet and Knight King crown. He looked at the endless enemy from afar and sighed softly. The old Knight King whispered, "It shouldn't have turned out like this. Everything shouldn't have turned out like this."
"But it has already happened, my king." The one who spoke was the Grail Knight Eugene, the head of the Grail Knights' branch in Colona. He was very sad to see Richard like this.
The king in front of him used to be a very brave and fierce warrior who was not afraid of death on the battlefield. He was a valiant general who had made outstanding achievements in battle. However, time was unforgiving. Richard did not complete the Holy Grail expedition. He was already more than 120 years old this year. As an ordinary Legendary champion, he was getting old. It had been too long since he put on his armor. After putting on his armor, he staggered and almost fell down.
"Enough, all of this should come to an end." Richard coughed twice. His body suddenly surged with an aura that had disappeared for a long time. "Don't help me! I'm not so old that I need someone to help me! "
That was the valiant spirit he had when he was young. In an instant, the Knight King opened his eyes. His white hair draped over his shoulders. He took the holy spear of the sea monster from his attendant. His turbid eyes were gradually filled with the flames of anger. "I, Richard, will join the battle today!"
Under the king's lead, the palace guards slowly moved out of the castle. Richard rode a new pure-blooded elven horse and rode out of the city.
At dawn, the bells of the Holy Grail Cathedral rang out. The battle flags of the knights of Brittania were like a forest, and the prayers of the knights resounded throughout the mountains and seas. The long line stretched all the way to the end of the street. The residents of the capital came out of their homes, each of them lighting a candle and praying to their goddess. The knights would win once again, just like a thousand years ago.
, the Knight King..
When was the last time, the Knight, fully armed, the Knight.. Richard couldn't help but think.
He remembered. It was more than thirty years ago, when a huge Orc army came out of the Arden Forest and attacked Culona. Prince Imric of Kaldor led an army to support them. The Brittany and the High Elves formed an alliance to defeat the Orc army and protect the capital.
Unknowingly, it has been so long since the last time I went to war. Richard looked sadly at the citizens of Culona. The old king's heart rippled. He softly sang a poem written by the previous king, King John II, after he was dethroned.
The whole kingdom was once ruled by me.
The great waves surged because of my life.
But now I rush to the battlefield at dawn.
Wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me.
I once threw a dice to decide the life and death of the mortal world.
Savoring the fear in the eyes of the enemy.
Listening to the people's singing and cheering.
The former king is dead.
Long live the new king!
The city gates opened, and Richard led the palace guards to Laing's side. Laing smiled and greeted Richard, "Good morning, my king."
"Good morning, my vassal." Richard nodded and sighed, "In the end, you won."
The former king is dead.
Long live the new king!
"I haven't won yet." Laing nodded. He could feel Richard's emotions. The Chosen of the Lake Fairy pointed at Matthew Bard, who was not far away, and said, "Only by ending all of this can we achieve victory."
"The kingdom cannot be destroyed in my hands." Richard nodded calmly. It seemed that the conflict between him and Laing in the past had disappeared. "Go. Defeat Viper and his army. I give you command of all the armies in Culona. The fate of the kingdom and this battle is in your hands."
"Yes, my lord." Laing nodded. In a way, he didn't need Richard's orders anymore. With his reputation, his status, and his new identity as a duke, he could do whatever he wanted.
But Richard compromised. This old king was just like his administrative policies. For the sake of the bigger picture, he chose to compromise, whether it was the present or the future.
Laing turned his attention back to Matthew Bard.
"My end?" Matthew Bard laughed sharply at Laing's words. He shook his head, and his smile was twisted, "No, today will not be my end. It will be a new beginning for this kingdom. I will save all of you from a lie. I swear, if you surrender now, I will forgive your sins."
"Matthew Bard! Why are you so stubborn?! " Duke Berchemund, who had the worst temper, stepped forward and cursed, "Look at what you've done! You killed your own father! You colluded with the undead to harm the kingdom's serfs and nobles! And now you've recruited those rogue knights, rioting traitors, and despicable bandits to attack our capital? I've never seen such a shameless knight! You still have the face to claim the throne? "
"If the first Duke of Connet, one of the twelve first Knights of the Holy Grail, the respected Kalliod the Brave, knew that his family had such a scum like you, he would kill you with his own hands!" Berchemund's curses echoed throughout the outskirts of Culona. His eyes were wide open, and he was furious.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this bastard! "The young knights were all filled with righteous indignation. They roared, wanting to kill Matthew Bard once and for all.
Matthew Bard responded with a cold smile. His eyes were full of hatred and hatred. "Chivalrous patients, you'll never understand what I've been through. But it doesn't matter. Soon, I'll be dancing on your dead bodies."
Laing raised his hand to stop Berchemund from continuing. He knew that Matthew Bard had decided to go all the way, and there was no turning back. Talking to him about chivalry and kinship would only make him even crazier.
Instead, Laing focused his attention on the large group of knights gathered behind Matthew Bard. They were formed by the former Musillon nobles in the south of Lyonnais. "What's wrong with you, knights of Lyonnais? Why are you with this crazy Matthew Bard? "
Faced with Laing's question and Berchemund's anger, many of the knights and squires lowered their heads in shame. However, some of the nobles chose to respond in anger.
"Because of injustice!" A knight immediately stepped forward and said angrily, "That's right. My family and I used to be a knight family in the Musillon Duchy. We're happy to be saved from the tyranny of the crazy Duke Merovin. But in reality, we didn't receive fair treatment!"
"Ever since we were annexed to Lyonnais, we've been ostracized! Our fiefs and farms have been taken away by the northerners! Our hunters have been ostracized in their own territories! "
"We've tried to defend ourselves in the courts, but we've always been suppressed. We've always been excluded from the most important meetings!"
"We've had enough. Our territories belong to us. We've always been the nobles of the Musillon!" The knight said loudly. "We deserve to have a legal status. We must unite and fight against the injustice!"
Hearing this, Richard, the Knight King, sighed softly.
The territories in the south of Lyonnais were the lands of the Musillon that were annexed later. These areas were very rich. Dozens of small rivers flowed through these areas. These rivers flowed to low-lying areas and formed lakes. Most of the castles and villages were built on small islands in the lakes.
Ever since they were annexed to Lyonnais, these former nobles of the Musillon had been ostracized and suppressed. In the past 500 years, they had lost many fiefs and manors. They had been annexed by the northern nobles of Lyonnais. They were often ostracized in the meetings of the duchy. This resentment had been building up for a long time.
Richard had noticed this problem before and had discussed it with the former Duke of Lyonnais, Dalhead, to think about how to solve this serious problem.
However, it was easy to notice the problem, but difficult to solve. The local nobles of Lyonnais did not trust and ostracize the former nobles of the Musillon. Even the Duke himself was the same. The problem had accumulated over hundreds of years and could no longer be solved through peaceful negotiations. The only way to solve it was through civil war.
However, Richard was not a fierce person like Berchemund who would fight if he was not convinced. He was also not a wise man like François who was especially good at handling internal affairs. He instinctively did not want to start a civil war in the duchy of Lyonnais. This problem could only be delayed until now.
At this time, the old king suddenly saw a figure beside Matthew Bard. His eyes widened in surprise. "Charles? You … Why are you in that traitor's team?! "
Richard's son, Charles, was riding beside Matthew Bard. His face was pale and his eyes were red. Hearing Richard's question, Charles responded angrily, "Because I can't wait any longer! Father! I can't wait any longer! If I hadn't surrendered to Sir Matthew Bard and received the spell to extend my life, I would have died! "
Charles raised the sledgehammer in his hand and pointed it at Richard.
"How can there be a 70-year crown prince in this world?!"
"Good! Very good! " Richard's hands trembled. Hot tears flowed out of his turbid eyes. "I didn't expect Laun's son to be his enemy in the end. My son has also chosen to be my enemy. Charles, have you ever thought about whether you have the right to inherit the throne?"
"That's not important anymore, father." Charles swung his sledgehammer forcefully. "Sir Matthew Bard promised me that after this, I will be the new Duke of Le-Angoulan!"
Seeing that Richard's eldest son, Charles, had betrayed them, the knights in front of the two armies were in an uproar. Some were silent, some were angry, and some were sighing.
Was this the chaotic world?
Laing gestured for everyone to calm down. He pressed his hands together and shouted to the other side, "Brothers of Lyonnais! Please listen to me! "
Laing's flag bearer, Armand, approached from behind. He held a plate with both hands. The item on the plate was covered by silk.
Laing nodded. He drew a sword from his waist. "Gentlemen, do you recognize what this is?"
"This is … undying by his bare hands?"
"This is the sword of the great Saint Landuin!"
"Why would it appear in Laing's hands?"
Of course, the nobles of Muxilon recognized Landuin's sword. They whispered to each other in disbelief.
Then, the group of knights reached an agreement.
"Thief!"
"Robber!"
"Grave robber!"
Seeing that these people were unwilling to admit it, Laing sneered. He took a four-meter-long lance from his squire and raised it above his head. Under the spring sun, the body of the lance was full of high elven runes. It exuded a sacred glow like the lake under the moon. The divine light of the Lake Fairy shrouded the tip of the lance. "This lance is called the Light of the Indestructible Lake! I don't know if any of you recognize him? "
The knights in Matthew Bard's formation could no longer remain calm. They gradually realized something. Their faces turned pale as they whispered to each other. The nobles of Muxilon were so shocked that they trembled. The last time this lance appeared was hundreds of years ago. Now, the Light of the Indestructible Lake had seen the light of day again. What did this mean?
"That's right! That is the Light of the Indestructible Lake, the lance of the legendary Saint Landuin! "
"This lance can only be used by those with supreme virtue!"
"The Light of the Indestructible Lake can only be obtained by Landuin's approval!"
"Landuin's family teachings once said that the Light of the Indestructible Lake can only be used by his successor. Now, this lance has appeared in Laing Macado's hands. Does this mean …"
"Laing has already obtained Landuin's approval and has become the successor of his will and virtue!"
A knight cried out, "So, we are actually fighting against his will?"
"That's right! His Excellency Laing has already inherited Landuin's will and virtue, and has also obtained his appointment. He is the real Duke of Muxilon! " François seized the opportunity to spur his horse forward. The old father-in-law directly reached out and tore off the silk cloth on Armand's plate. "Look again, what is this?!"
The golden Duke of Muxilon's crown appeared in front of everyone's eyes, causing countless waves of shock!
"This is the Duke's crown!"
"That's right! This is the Duke's crown, my brothers of Lyonnaise! Now, the Duke of Muxilon's crown, the Knight's sword, the Light of the Indestructible Lake have all appeared in Laing's hands. This is the will of the Lady, this is Landuin's will! " François shouted, "This is the Greatest Knight of the Lake who has chosen his successor. Laing Macado is the real Duke of Muxilon!"
"The real … Duke of Muxilon!"
"The real … Duke of Muxilon!"
The shouts spread into the distance, and the knights who were under Matthew Bard's command suddenly realized what a shameful mistake they had made, and how they had shamed the glory of their ancestors!
Matthew Bard's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to stop these knights from defecting, but he couldn't because the facts were there, and the evidence was irrefutable.
"Laing is the real Duke of Muxilon! We have all been deceived by this bastard Matthew Bard! "
"Liar! He deceived us! "
"We are the glorious people of Muxilon, and we are only loyal to Landuin and his successor!"
"Abandon him! Laing Macado is our real Duke! "
These knights and nobles regained their composure in their madness, and they charged away from Matthew Bard's army, approaching the Brittany's knight army.
"We hereby swear loyalty to the real Duke of Muxilon, the successor of Landuin, Laing Macado! We will never forget! "
The momentum was vast and mighty like the rising tide. At this moment, Laing finally revealed a smile, "Very good! Knights who have repented, you have chosen the right path. You have never forgotten the teachings and glory of the Lady! "
"Now, please raise your lances and fight for me!"
"Yes!"
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