Chapter 207: Chapter 102: The Power of One, the Revival of Myth! After King Uther’s death.
The Sarmatians on Great Britain only had one lord to swear allegiance to.
Those knights truly loyal to King Uther sought death and received it; ten or so Lager knights were executed by Duncan, leaving only those willing to surrender.
Clegane hastily arrived and respectfully said, "My lord."
"The captives have all been settled."
"Some of the Lager knights are willing to surrender. Should they be integrated into the imperial armored cavalry, or should they form a separate unit?"
Duncan essentially unified the Sarmatian immigrants on Great Britain in passing. In the future, he could recruit excellent horsemen from among them, and if the finances allowed, he could expand the Lager Knights.
At this moment, before him was an extremely large round table.
Duncan looked with interest at the enormous round table that could seat dozens of people, and said in a deep voice, "Form a team of Lager heavy cavalry directly."
"Retain the original red Dragon Banner."
The battle went smoothly, almost without major casualties, and Duncan might reach near Hadrian’s Wall by year-end.
Clegane nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, my lord."
After eliminating the Kingdom of Camelot, Duncan almost controlled various native forces across Great Britain. With his current strength, he could barely contend with the Franks, but Britain inherently had geographical disadvantages and insufficient population, and the gap with France was still quite large.
The grand strategy wasn’t just to finish off the Franks; defeating the Franks would mean facing the Western Goth kingdom and also guarding against Barbarian invasion.
Unless Duncan intended to do as Alexander the Great did, conquering wherever he went, and once he died, the empire would immediately fall apart, otherwise he’d have to diligently practice inner strength.
Additionally, a significant piece of news had recently arrived from Italy.
The Hun Empire might fall!
With God’s Whip—Attila dead, the vast territories he had conquered immediately showed signs of crumbling, with his sons fighting for power and signs of a Barbarian rebellion in the rear. In such circumstances, they were eager to use war to shift internal conflicts and use a victory to rebuild the morale of the Hun Empire.
They have only one last chance.
If they don’t secure a major victory or an outstanding leader to reunite the Hun Empire, even a stalemate in war could lead to the complete division and fall of the Hun Empire.
"This is the last glimmer of hope."
Duncan set aside the secret letter from the Italian Peninsula, legs stretched out on the massive round table, and said indifferently, "Burn this table."
"The empire doesn’t need Round Table Knights."
Attila’s sons lacked ability, and next year’s Hun invasion would be much smaller. As long as Aetius could hold for three months, they would collapse from within without a fight.
History has changed, and where it will lead, Duncan did not know, only able to take it one step at a time.
The sky was gradually darkening.
Duncan divided the Kingdom of Camelot into an administrative district, revoked Severus’ position as a British Legion general, and appointed him as the magistrate of the Welsh administrative district, with further changes in office to follow. Given Severus’ mildly crippled fingers, he might move towards a civil position in the future.
Great Britain lacked talent, and education here was extremely backward, so Duncan could only temporarily adopt the imperial provincial system of governance.
The bloody smell inside the castle had not yet completely dissipated.
Duncan stood on the high tower, looking into the distant, dark sea. He was unaware when the figure of the Crow Queen—Triss appeared behind him, softly asking, "What are you thinking about?"
A gentle breeze blew past.
Duncan gazed at the black hair of the Crow Queen gently fluttering in the wind, slowly saying, "I’m thinking about the legendary Shadow Realm."
The Romans and Greeks also had many with black hair.
In contrast, many Germans were blond-haired and blue-eyed, similar to later Europeans.
The Crow Queen—Triss pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Are you worried about Scathach?"
The legendary Queen of the Shadow Realm.
She was also the mentor of the mythological hero Cu Chulainn, known for her extraordinary combat techniques, teaching his famous ’Piercing Death Thorn Spear.’ The Shadow Realm was the most dangerous trial ground in Celtic beliefs, and only warriors who passed its rigorous tests could earn her approval.
Duncan slightly shook his head and slowly said, "Though Scathach is strong, I’m not weak either."
"What I fear are the legendary Divine Artifacts, and perhaps some Divine Spirits that have not entirely vanished."
"Moreover."
"We still don’t know where the Shadow Realm is."
The Crow Queen—Triss furrowed her brows lightly and softly said, "We don’t know, but Merlin surely knows."
"The Shadow Realm is one of the Otherworlds."
"But since it connects with reality, there must be an entrance."
Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.
At least in Duncan’s understanding, the Shadow Realm was like a hidden Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, existing at the boundary of life and death, mostly consisting of the deceased, yet the living could enter for cultivation trials.
Duncan turned his gaze to the Crow Queen—Triss and slowly said, "Is Cu Chulainn truly dead?"
The Spearman.
Though ranked with bad luck, his combat strength was undeniable, reaching the limits of humans, close to a demigod-like mythological hero.
The Crow Queen—Triss pondered for a moment and shook her head, saying, "I guess not yet."