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Chapter 17: The White Dragon Devouring Light and Shadow

A majestic and tall old man sat on the throne. Although the castle was not dark and the lighting was good, it inexplicably gave people a terrifying feeling of being shrouded in darkness...

Although he is an old man, looking at him sitting on the throne gives people a sense of majesty like a dragon or snake.

"A follower of the Red Dragon?" The majestic old man chuckled. "Benevolence? Enlightenment? Forgiveness? What ridiculous things? Is that kid saying these stupid words just to make me laugh?"

"Hmm... Is this just a trick of Merlin for show, or does he really have the ability to shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"

"Haha, let me see, Red Dragon, what qualifications do you have to challenge me?"

"Well, king against king, general against general..." The tall and mighty old man muttered to himself, "Let me see, are you really the destined one, or just a ridiculous mistake?"

The humble king, Futigeng, the white dragon that devoured the light and shadow, waved his hand gently, and a court mage who served the white dragon stood humbly in front of him and said respectfully: "King, what is your will?"

"Send Hengist and Horsa to me, so I can tell those two bastards to take all the Anglo-Saxons and invade Maple Ridge in Kent!"

A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the tyrannical white dragon: "Cut off the head of the 'Knight of No Killing' and bring it to me. I will give those bastards everything they want."

"Territory? Food? Wealth? Go ahead and do it. I will give you everything you want!"

Today, Vortigern, as the embodiment of anger on the British Isles, possesses the strongest violence on the island. Even Hengist and Horsa, the two powerful and cruel Ansa leaders, can only obey the orders of the humble king.

Hengist soon brought his brothers to meet the humble king. He knelt on the ground and said humbly and respectfully: "Hengist, I bring my brother Horsa to meet the great white dragon, His Majesty Vortigern."

Although being called "Your Majesty" by the Ansa people, Vortigern did not show much joy on his face. If it was his stupid brother and his family kneeling on the ground and calling him "Your Majesty" Vortigern, perhaps this tyrannical white dragon would feel sincerely happy?

This despicable white dragon is hated by most British Celts, but he is still able to rule most of the British Isles thanks to his invincible military force.

Vortigern had a very bad reputation. Although his military power was hopelessly powerful, most of the Celts still served under King Uther, and most of the lords and people under Vortigern were Ansas.

But at the same time, Vortigern himself was a traditional Celtic barbarian who looked down on the Ansa as outsiders.

Vortigern retains the primitive Celtic tribal habits. He doesn't trust anyone except those who are his blood relatives, and he looks down on everyone...

"Hengist, Horsa, you two foreign bastards, are you now trying to go against my will?"

Futigeng's voice was as loud as thunder, and his face showed no emotion, and there was even a hint of smile left. The white dragon simply said, "Have you forgotten who took you in when you were homeless and like stray dogs?"

Although the tone was so peaceful, Hengist's hair stood on end and his back was covered with cold sweat. Hengist's strong and sensitive intuition detected the king's rage and he kowtowed and said, "Your wise and mighty majesty, honorable white dragon, please allow me to explain."

"..."

Vortigern remained silent and didn't say anything, but he didn't kill anyone directly. Hengist knew what the Riddler leader meant.

Obviously, Vortigern hasn't said why he called the two brothers here to scold them, but Hengist has been able to work for this tyrannical dragon who kills people at will for decades, and his status and power have not decreased but increased. How can he be a simple person?
When Hengist saw the furious Vortigern, he immediately understood that Vortigern must have thought that he was disobeying his orders by banning the Ansa from going out to sea in the past few months.

But Hengist had his grievances unspeakable. A poisonous ideology was spreading among the Ansa people. If it was not eradicated, it would certainly shake their rule in the future. If they did not go out to sea, they would only be able to harvest for one or two years. It was more important to stabilize the internal situation.

But Vortigern didn't care, he just wanted to see a river of blood.

After thinking it over, Hengist confessed: "Your Majesty, this is the case. I forbad the children to go to sea because they have accepted Celtic ideas and started to worship a Celtic lord." "If they fight against this lord, they may just choose to surrender and have no fighting power."

"I issued the ban on sailing in order to eradicate this wrong idea once and for all."

"Oh?" Vortigern became interested after hearing this, and leaned forward slightly: "Is there such an interesting thing?"

“Who is that Celtic warrior?”

"..."

Hengist never expected that Vortigern would react like this... Please, no matter how brave he is, he is still your enemy. You should understand that we, the Ansa, are your core!
Other people always put class conflicts over ethnic conflicts, but you are putting ethnicity above class, right?

If he hadn't been unable to defeat Vortigern, Hengist would have shouted, "You bastard, I'm not worthy of your counsel!" and walked away.

Hengist stammered, "Yes, it's Kelar...Sir Hector's son."

"Hector..." Vortigern thought for a moment and said, "I know this man. He is a close confidant of my weak and incompetent brother and the current palace steward (prime minister), right?"

"I remember he came here ten or nine years ago?" Vortigern said uncertainly, "... Anyway, it was around this time that he defeated and annihilated more than four thousand Ansa people with only three hundred men, and the casualties of his own knights were less than one hundred?"

Hengist smiled and said, "...nine years ago, Your Majesty."

It is said that the people who can serve Vortigern are not simple. Hengist is too good at flattering. When talking to him, even an angry Vortigern will calm down in just a few words.

He knew when to go along with something, when to refute something, and when to make the perfect support. He always grasped the timing just right.

If you meet someone who is very compatible with you in terms of conversation and who is very pleasant to talk to, it means that your level is far behind theirs and you are being outclassed by them.

This was the case with Vortigern; his temper had long been controlled by Hengist.

"So he is the son of a warrior. He is worthy of being a Celtic warrior!" Vortigern laughed loudly, "Both father and son are warriors? Very good! Very good!"

"Hengist, lead all the Ansars and bring me this warrior's head."

Vortigern's expression changed faster than the weather. He ordered: "I don't care about your so-called poisonous thoughts or any other reasons. If you don't give the order to go out to sea tomorrow, I will grind you into meat paste and feed you to the dogs."

"..."

Hengist bowed his head with a bitter look on his face and said, "Your will, Your Majesty."

As if noticing Hengist's low mood, Vortigern said, "Well, Hengist, although you Ansa people are not warriors at all, why do you have to act like this?"

"How about this, Hengist? You bring me the head of the Lord of Maple Ridge, and I will give the county of Kent to you Ansars."

"Even if I drive a hunting dog, I will make sure it fills its stomach." Vortigern promised with a smile, "We Celts will not mistreat the hunting dogs that hunt for us."

(End of this chapter)