Annuo calmly called out the names of the three people at the other end of the crater.
Because of Tristan's relationship, he must be somewhat wary of all his Round Table compatriots.
Countless lessons told him that if a person betrays himself, then it is likely that not only he betrays himself, but the entire group betrays him.
Just like when King Uther was weak, he fought on the front lines and killed enemies, while the nobles in the capital of Camelot engaged in internal struggles, making the whole of Camelot a mess.
"Annoqing." Bindu's weak voice was filled with relief and peace of mind.
"You were really summoned to this singularity...but why before?" Bedivere also let out a sigh of relief and looked at the broad shoulders in the distance that were full of reassurance.
A little bit confused.
"Don't come close for now, I have something to ask you." Annuo noticed Bindu's legs and Bedivere's arms, frowned slightly, but still said.
"What Annuo wants to ask about should be about the Holy City, and...the Knights of the Round Table." Percival guessed what Annuo wanted to ask, "Just so we can
I want to talk to you..."
"But before that, let's find a way to treat Binduqing's leg. He can't hold it anymore."
An Nuo was silent for two seconds, and finally sighed softly, and put his hand down from the hilt of the sword.
"Come here first."
He waved to the three of them.
...
A few minutes later, Percival, who was carrying Bindu, who could not walk, and Bedivere, who had lost his arm, finally arrived at the other end of the crater and truly saw Anno.
"Old captain... I feel really relieved to see you at this time." Bindu lay on the ground for the time being, but with a smile on his face, he said to Annuo.
"...What's wrong with your legs?" Annuo leaned down and observed Bindu's legs.
He could feel a familiar magic on Bindu's legs...?
"Bindu Qing's legs——"
"Lungominyade?"
Percival was interrupted by Annuo when he was halfway through his words, but his tone was filled with uncertainty and disbelief.
He stood up, looked at the choked Percival, and asked with a frown.
"The Holy Capital...what exactly happened in Camelot, do you know?"
"We... escaped from Camelot." Bedivere sat on the ground, obviously exhausted, and said with a gloomy face.
"...When will the Knights of the Round Table leave Camelot? They need to escape..." Annuo looked down at Bindu's legs and let out a long sigh.
The three people gathered around Annuo and fell silent.
Yes, when the Knights of the Round Table left Camelot, they actually needed to escape?
How ridiculous.
"I was summoned by Merlin." Annuo leaned down again, pinched Bindu's patella, and helped Bindu remove his boot armor while saying.
"Palace Magician? Is that guy the one who summoned you?" Bedivere was stunned, and the laughing face of the unreliable Palace Magician immediately appeared in his mind.
"Well, I woke up in Utopia, at the foot of the Tower of Paradise." Annuo nodded. Bindu's boots and armor were already stuck to the charred and rotten flesh. He looked at Bindu, "Please bear with me.
It will hurt a little."
"It's okay, Annuo Qing...it's okay." Bindu pursed his lips and said while looking at the stars in the sky.
Bo——
"Uh-" Bindu still cried out in pain.
The tattered boot armor was completely torn off and thrown aside, along with a lot of burnt black matter, making Bindu's legs look bloody and bloody.
"Merlin asked me to continue my unfinished mission. At this singular point, it seems that for some reason, I did not return the king's holy sword to Vivian... This is also the reason why everything happened next
." Annuo looked at Bindu's bleeding leg, frowned, took off his cloak, tore it into strips, temporarily put it in Percival's hand, and then said, "Wait a moment for me.
one time."
He turned around, took two steps, and jumped into the pit.
Percival and Bedivere were a little curious about what Anno was going to do, so they lay down on the crater and looked down.
"That one is...a refugee?" Bedivere was a little surprised.
"Annoqing is really capable of doing such a thing... If it were him, he would never leave these refugees alone." Percival held the torn cloak in his arms and smiled.
.
Annuo found an old refugee and seemed to ask something. Then he went to another refugee and said something again. The refugee took something out of his arms and put it in Annuo's hands.
Annuo bowed to express his gratitude to the refugee, but the refugee was startled. However, Annuo did not continue to explain and walked towards this side of the crater.
"Mr. Annuo, is that...?" It was very dark, and Bedivere couldn't see clearly what Annuo wanted from the refugees.
"They are some herbs for stopping bleeding." Annuo showed them some dried herbs.
In addition to the herbs, he also borrowed a sharp knife from the refugees.
Returning to Bindu's side, Annuo used a knife to cut off the completely necrotic skin tissue and flesh on Bindu's legs, applied the herbs to Bindu's legs, and then used his cloak to cut off Bindu's legs.
Both legs were well bandaged.
"That's pretty much it."
Bindu's legs are now silver-white, but the silver-white is gradually being dyed with blood.
"It's just that this kind of injury... probably wasn't hit from the front by the holy spear." An Nuo judged with a serious look.
"...Actually, it didn't even scratch me. It was just a little aftermath that turned my legs into this." Bindu laughed at himself.
"That holy spear is much stronger than you think." Annuo sighed.
Many of the Knights of the Round Table died before Artoria actually used the holy spear. They had never seen the power of the holy spear and had no most intuitive experience of the real destructive power of Lungominiad.
.
"Ah, much stronger, very strong." Bindu nodded, he now fully understands it.
"Okay, now let's talk about you." Annuo patted Bindu's shoulder lightly, expressed relief, and then looked at Percival and Bedivere.
"The Holy City... Camelot, and the King, the Knights of the Round Table."
"Tell me what happened on this land."
He put the holy sword aside, obviously agreeing with the three people's position.
Percival and Bedivere looked at each other, both silent.
"Let me tell you, Annoqing." In the end, Percival, who was in better condition, raised his hand.
"At that time, the king came to the Holy City. In order to destroy the Crusaders, he used his own power to summon all the Knights of the Round Table..."