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.

Another rough idea.

It's roughly like this: After defeating Kent Kingdom in the future, Duncan's fief would expand significantly, and defending the coastal area would be very difficult, often subject to Saxon pirate harassment.

The former British Imperial Navy definitely needs to be reestablished.

Besides, he also needs to vigorously develop the navy, assigning a portion of the nearly retired Britannian Imperial Legion members to coastal towns, directly allowing them to settle and take on the role of town guards.

Thus, if there's a small group of Saxon pirates landing for looting, they can immediately organize militia to defend against enemy invasion.

Not needing too many people.

Typically, about ten British Imperial Legion veterans can organize hundreds of militia to repel invaders, then improve the roads a little, construct some beacon towers for warning, establish a Sarmatian rapid cavalry unit with mobile forces, and any small group of Saxon pirates coming will perish.

For now, only this approach can be used, first to strengthen the defense capability of coastal towns, and in the future directly sweep and destroy the Saxon lair.

Governor's mansion.

Under the flickering candlelight.

Duncan gazed at Triss who was deeply engrossed in doting, not knowing why, feeling that tonight the Crow Queen seemed particularly proactive, usually it was Duncan who took the initiative, but this time she was so impatient.

Is this a competition with Anya?

Duncan honestly lay down, arms crossed behind his head, intimidated by Crow Queen - Triss's supreme authority, not daring to make any sudden moves.

With the skull-marked Crow Queen - Triss, not to be messed with, not to be messed with.

After a long while.

Crow Queen - Triss raised her head slightly amazed, seemingly sensing something, but it had nothing to do with her previous attempts, fundamentally not about that matter. Although she couldn't detect a slight increase in magical power, being by Duncan's side, she sensed her depleted magical power accelerating its recovery.

Just as Anya had said.

If carefully sensed, indeed it's as if touching a faint and unobvious 'magic vortex.'

But further verification is needed, so she decided to go again.

Time soon passed.

Duncan finally called back the large troops from the Gaul Region, no need to rush for the other exile youths, temporarily no large war in Gaul, they could slowly migrate population over bit by bit. Under his command, there were roughly one to two thousand cavalry units, with plenty of Huns' Grassland Horses at the Exile Camp, as long as transportation capacity is met, all can be brought over.

The Great Britain also has grasslands, places to graze horses, just couldn't support too many cavalry.

These days, Crow Queen - Triss and Anya took turns on the stage, even he felt something was amiss, Duncan didn't think much about it, just assuming they were savoring the taste.

He even secretly felt proud for a moment.

Finally.

With the last of the war personnel returning to Great Britain, Duncan launched the war to destroy Kent Kingdom on the fifth day after the siege battle in Southampton.

By this time, roughly the informed Saxon Chieftains already learned some news about the Battle of Sharon.

They were instantly stupefied!

How is it possible?

That man actually slew the legendary God's Whip?!

Morale falter.

News leaked from somewhere, suddenly thousands of Saxon troops all had swaying morale. God's Whip fame spread throughout the European landscape, if not for the homeland being harassed by Huns making it untenable, the Barbarian Race wouldn't have possibly invaded other places on a large scale.

Also, on this day, Duncan assembled eight thousand troops, directly marched towards Sari, all the way killing towards London!

This wave must capture the London area.

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