"Captain Annuo, what do you mean!" Lan Malok's eyes lit up.
Annuo nodded: "The war is probably going to restart, and we need to prepare as soon as possible."
"Yes, I understand." Halfway through, Lan Malok's eyes dimmed slightly, "There are not many knights in Camelot now. More than half of them have left. As for the rest..."
"Huh?" An Nuo frowned slightly, "Just say it directly, don't hesitate."
"I understand. The rest of this part has basically become a victim of Camelot's internal struggle..." Lan Malok's face was dark, and his tone was choked with sobs.
An Nuo was silent, the veins on his wrists showing.
"Didn't I warn you?" Anno suppressed his grief and anger. These young people with great potential have become political victims. "Don't get involved in the aristocratic power struggle within Camelot!"
"Swords are used to kill people on the battlefield, but Camelot is more cruel than the battlefield and sharper than the sword!"
"I know!" Lan Malok was a little excited, "But Captain Annuo, didn't you also go to find King Arthur because of the so-called struggle that left us in Camelot?"
"We all understand the dangers of Camelot, but without you, how can we prevent the infiltration of those dirty nobles?"
Annuo froze on the spot, his arms shaking slightly.
Thinking of Arthur's stubborn and young face, and thinking of the knights he had trained.
Let out a long sigh.
"So, those who didn't leave or died, how many others are there, who are they?" Annuo asked with difficulty.
He didn't understand whether he was right or wrong to leave Camelot to find and train Arthur, but he knew in his heart that this had been arranged long ago and was part of King Uther's plan, and he was willing to be fooled.
That's all.
These young and brave knights did not die on the battlefield, but died in this prosperous Camelot because of the infiltration of the nobles and their own negligence.
"I am one, and there are Bindu De Leon and Taomash Lyle... There are eleven people in total, and these are the only ones left..."
More than 70 people left, more than 20 people died, and more than 100 people of the British Chalk Knights were left, including the leader Anno, and only 12 people were left.
Annuo opened his mouth and looked at Lan Malok in front of him, remembering the royal court that no one dared to touch when he first returned to Camelot.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lan Malok..."
"Letting them die in Camelot will be the biggest stain in my life. I have an unshirkable responsibility for their deaths."
"Captain Annuo..." Lan Malok didn't quite understand what Annuo wanted to say.
"I will bear this sin calmly." Annuo will not regret it, but he will be sad for these young people and also feel guilty.
"But I will also get back the glory they lost in Camelot." Anno did not shed tears, he just regained his mood. Britain now has no time to be sad.
"Deputy Captain Lan Malok!"
"Ah, here!"
"Assemble all the remaining members of the British Chalk Knights and prepare to go out!" Annuo raised his head, and his black hair covered his eyes.
"The king's anger needs to be vented, and so does my anger." Annuo gritted his teeth, "I will take care of the decaying Camelot myself when I return in triumph."
Lan Malok also steeled himself: "Follow your orders!"