Chapter 180: Chapter 84: The Great Counterattack! (Part 2) All go find the Child of Prophecy then.
Mist-covered Avalon bet on Merlin’s prophecy out of desperation, but now, regardless of King Arthur, there’s only one King on Great Britain, and that’s Duncan who will ascend the throne in the future!
King Uther, that old thing, has to step aside.
After Duncan slew God’s Whip - Attila, Mist-covered Avalon has already won massively. For the next thousand years, there’s no need to worry about the disappearance of myths. As long as Duncan’s immortal military achievements remain in human history, Mist-covered Avalon will undoubtedly be repeatedly mentioned in legends.
In fact, there’s already a legend now about the Sword of Oath and Victory. Avalon’s faith wants to concentrate stronger power to forge a true Holy Sword, sufficient to counter the church’s ’Lance of Longinus’.
Because in the future, one day, Duncan might face the legendary ’Godslaying Spear’. The Imperial Emperor Heretic Julian died inexplicably, and Avalon’s Guardian Fairies can’t be too careful!
Holy Sword - Sword of Oath and Victory, Scabbard - Avalon’s Protection must all be strongly upgraded.
The Guardian Fairies plan to use mythology and faith to re-forge the sword!
Inside the room.
Anya smiled charmingly, raised an eyebrow and said, "Just giving it a try."
"It doesn’t necessarily have to be her."
"Igraine is somewhat special; she actually gave birth to a natural-born witch."
"And what she is carrying now seems quite unusual too."
"You and I both have difficulties conceiving offspring, similar to the other witches."
"It’s best to form a marriage alliance in the future."
"I heard that Valentinian III has a daughter, very beautiful, only fifteen years old this year. But unfortunately, she’s already engaged to Aetius’ son."
"Otherwise, the rumored Princess Praxidica would be a more suitable match."
Crow Queen - Triss stared at Anya for quite a while, seemingly realizing anew this Roman noblewoman, and then slowly said: "No rush."
"Still depends on his own thoughts."
"Some things, we do too much rather than too well, as for marriage alliance, it’s no small matter. The Imperial Emperor might not necessarily be the right choice."
Anya always manages to surprise people.
Sometimes, pampered and spoiled, she can bend and stretch, as weak as a quail; sometimes, she shows extraordinary bearing, vision, and insight.
Anya hesitated a bit, her expression slightly expectant, and said, "Do you have any method?"
"Something like ancient witchcraft?"
"That can let us also conceive offspring?"
Crow Queen - Triss’s expression became slightly disheartened, shaking her head: "Very difficult, the chance is slim."
"The Divine era is already over."
"As for us who are different, it’s extremely challenging to conceive offspring."
The difficulty for them in becoming pregnant is no less than a vampire and human pairing and then having a half-human half-vampire offspring.
If relying on special witchcraft, what is born may not be normal.
Witches from the Mythical Era often birthed a bunch of monsters.
Duncan’s situation is also quite unique; his bloodline is mixed, so the probability of offspring is equally very low, for he carries the bloodlines of both giant dragons and giants. It’s well known that giant dragons reproduce very difficultly.
Anya felt very disappointed upon hearing this, but she didn’t lose heart and instead said: "Then I’ll try more. What if I succeed?"
"If there’s a chance, you should try too."
Anya never gives up easily; if she hadn’t been relentless, she wouldn’t be nearly equal with Crow Queen - Triss now.
Of course, it’s only recently that her status has risen; usually, she’s still the one being overshadowed.
She actually bears more weight, her hips larger than the Crow Queen’s.
Magic revival is no trivial matter.
Crow Queen - Triss, after pondering for a moment, said: "I will try to summon more members of the witchcraft assembly with average strength, and you help me see who else has this kind of change."
She feels that the weaker witches are more likely to detect a slight change in magic power.
Average strength?
You bad woman, bullying me again.
Anya’s eyes narrowed slightly, she snorted softly, not refuting, as she couldn’t, still remaining graceful like a proud swan, elegantly said: "I will pay attention."
"When will you tell him about this matter?"
Crow Queen - Triss considered for a moment and said: "We’ll wait until we confirm."
She intended to try again that night.
There’s no reason why Anya could sense it, yet she couldn’t perceive any fluctuation in magic power.
Night fell.
Duncan had been busy in the military camp all day; with the return of the Britannian Imperial Legion, he needs to reorganize troops to expand six thousand-person British Legions. Some veterans honestly have aged a bit, while they are forty-something one-star silver-gray elite units, it’s not very worthwhile to consume them on the battlefield, unless facing a decisive battle against strong enemies.
Duncan’s plan was to turn them into army instructors, to train stronger fighting British Legion.