I, the Prince of Qin

　　Mo Zhe looked left and right, found a random direction, strolled in the courtyard, and walked slowly.

　　Through A Fang's report, I know that Lixiang is safe and sound, and it seems that he is still staying with Ramses II in the desert.

　　Although it is possible to join her immediately, but on the one hand, I don't want to spoil her, on the other hand, the time is not urgent.

　　Mo Zhe still wanted to stroll around this singularity, walk around casually, meet some people, and look at the scenery.

　　With A Fang by his side, there will be no inconvenience in daily life. If there is anything, just contact him, and the generals of the Qin Dynasty will come through time and space, waiting for dispatch.

　　So even in a place that is not the territory of Daqin, wandering around alone will not feel nervous or worried at all.

　　Speaking of which, it is actually still arranged by the First Emperor, during the period of experience in various worlds, but the mentality is completely different from the original, when the world was cut off.

　　This slack is proof.

　　Mo Zhe walked towards the barren land on the opposite side of the desert.

　　The charred earth was filled with an aura of death and decay.

　　A sense of hopelessness in a hopeless cage that could burst at any moment was spreading everywhere.

　　On the road, I saw some refugees who were like corpses. Both the elderly and children, they were all skinny and skinny, their dry bodies were pitch black and thin, and they were all like dried scarecrows, walking blankly towards an unknown place.

　　In front of the refugees, there is an agile figure leading the crowd.

　　Mo Zhe glanced over there casually, the other party should be one of Hassan.At this singularity, the Hassans occupy the mountains, resisting threats from other forces, and often descend to rescue refugees.

　　The two sides were far away, Mo Zhe found that Hassan, but the other party didn't find Mo Zhe.Mo Zhe shook his head with a wry smile, Hassan can't do it in this world.

　　But these words can only be thought about at the moment, it is best not to say it lightly.

　　Mo Zhe looked towards the lofty mountains in the north. At the beginning of the mountain range, in the snow-covered temple belonging to the Hassans, a dark shadow exuded a looming majesty, like a huge shadow of death. , covering the sky above every life at any time.

　　Mo Zhe retracted his sight from the temple where the mountains were looming in the distance, turned around at will, and headed south.

　　There is no need to touch the old man's bad head now.

　　The dark wasteland to the north has been spreading to the south.

　　The ground is full of coagulated blood and potholes. Sometimes, when you look into the distance, you can see a huge circular pit, covering the vast field, like the traces left by meteorite bombing.

　　It is conceivable how much power has caused such a huge destruction.

　　Mo Zhe walked slowly, and gradually, on the horizon, he saw a fortress made of black iron, like a small box, placed on the wasteland.Beside the fortress, some silver-armored soldiers in armor were patrolling and guarding.

　　Like a prison?Mo Zhe was thinking that this is probably the sphere of influence of the Lion King. Suddenly, a loud shout came towards him:

　　"Stop! Who are you! What are you doing here!?"

　　A group of patrolling silver armored soldiers, with swords in their hands, surrounded them with murderous intent.

　　Mo Zhe didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, and because he walked so close, and dressed very differently from ordinary refugees, it was a logical thing to be discovered.

　　Without any panic or embarrassment, Mo Zhe calmly looked at the soldiers holding the bright swords:

　　"I'm just looking around, what is this place?"

　　It's like a tourist asking a local about the history of this attraction.

　　Facing Mo Zhe's calm and calm look, the pair of soldiers looked at each other in dismay.

　　As the subordinates of the Lion King, the messengers of the gods, and they bear the great and lofty mission, what they have always faced, apart from the sight of ordinary people who are extremely revered and feared to the extreme, is the murderous anger and anger of the stubborn enemy. meaning.

　　But I have never encountered such a light-hearted attitude.

　　A soldier instinctively felt that Mo Zhe was not an ordinary person. After thinking about it, he left the team and ran out.

　　After a while, a carefree voice came over:

　　"Ah!? What kind of strange person? If you see a strange person, just arrest them and torture them!? Why are you so troublesome?"

　　This rough and uneducated female voice with a good voice approached quickly.

　　"It's troublesome, let me see, eh? You're the weird one?"

　　Mo Zhe and the visitor saw each other.

　　It was a girl in red armor with a carefree golden hair, like a golden-haired border collie.

　　"Who are you! Sign up! Your Lord Mordred will spare you!"

　　The girl, Mordred grabbed his hair and hung his gaze, looking like a ruffian, looking at Mo Zhe with bad intentions.

　　When Mo Zhe saw Mordred's condescending appearance, he didn't know what to say for a while.

　　"Answer quickly! Suspicious guy! Take it for me!" Impatient Mordred waited for half a second, but when Mo Zhe didn't answer, he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to surround him.

　　Mo Zhe drew a finger, and the mercury balls of Ah Fang's body turned into round and delicate raindrops, hitting the knees of the surrounding soldiers with a continuous sound. All the soldiers hit their knees and fell to the ground.

　　"Ow! How dare you resist!? Not bad! Although I don't know how you did it! But you, Mr. Mordred, admit that you are qualified to be my opponent! Look at the trick - rebel against Duanli's my father! !"

　　Suddenly liberating the Noble Phantasm, Mo Zhe saw the corner of his eye for a while, this guy really is the guy who puts the Noble Phantasm like drinking water!

　　Mordred pulled out his saber, and the bright red magic power wrapped around his body. The surging magic power condensed into the form of flame or electric current, and collided with flashing flames and vortexes of magic power.

　　With the heroic swing of the sword, a sword light that broke through the earth came straight towards Mo Zhe.

　　The ground was plowed up, and the entire field of vision was a shock wave of red.

　　Mo Zhe raised his head forward, and Ah Fang formed a silver mercury mirror in front of him.

　　Boom - a loud noise, the red sword light cannon hit the mercury mirror, and after an abnormal twist, it dispersed into seven or eight small streams of light, scattered to the rear.

　　Only in front of Mo Zhe, there was a crescent-shaped pit more than ten meters wide.

　　And within three steps of Mo Zhe's feet, he was unscathed.

　　"I-I'm going! So strong!?" Mordred found that his Noble Phantasm was ineffective, and his eyes widened without pretence, and there was a hint of cuteness and stupidity.

　　"Mother's! Come again! - Rebellion against Duanli's my father!" The second Noble Phantasm was sent out one after another with almost no stagnation.

　　The red light lifted the ground, leaving a bottomless chasm on the ground again, bombarding Mo Zhe.

　　boom--

　　Spread out again.

　　"What the hell are you!?" Mordred screamed strangely, revealing little tiger teeth that were about to bite.

Chapter 226 Chapter [-] Camelot's Lion King

　　Mo Zhe couldn't help laughing when he saw Mordred's violent rage.

　　"I'm not a ghost, I'm a person."

　　"I know you're human! I ask what the hell are you!"

　　Mordred was about to raise his sword again to activate the Noble Phantasm. Mo Zhe stepped forward in two steps and lightly held her hand holding the hilt of the sword.

　　"!" Mordred was shocked and hurriedly broke free, but unfortunately his wrist was suddenly hit by Mo Zhe's palm, and the tingling feeling penetrated into the entire wrist, and he was completely unable to exert his strength. He could only watch the other side take the weapon away.

　　"The sword is a good sword. This is the ominous blade that fought against the legendary King Arthur in the battle of Kamran?" Mo Zhe weighed Mordred's saber and sighed in admiration. View a historical artifact.

　　"Give me back the weapon!" Mordred was frightened and angry, but apart from his father's disappointed look, he was never really afraid of anything.Without the weapon, he raised his sleeves and showed his teeth, and he would slap Mo Zhe up, regardless of whether he had a chance of winning.

　　Seeing that Mordred was suddenly disarmed, the rest of the soldiers gathered around him without noticing that they were already engaged in the final fight, vowing to capture or even kill the unidentified "intruder" on the spot.

　　"Okay, okay." Mo Zhe lifted the back of Mordred's neck and shook it like a big tiger holding a small tiger.

　　Mordred was so angry that he grabbed and fought: "Let go of me! Let me go! There is a kind of battle! A fair battle!"

　　"I'm just holding you upright." Mo Zhe carried Mordred again, and shook it like a child. No matter how much Mordred yelled and resisted, it was useless.

　　The soldiers next to him who were trying to rush over to help out couldn't make any waves.

　　When the whole thing was rapidly developing towards the funny situation of bullying the children in the kindergarten class, suddenly, in the sky, a golden beam of light plummeted down like a spire breaking through the clouds.

　　The moment he saw this golden light, Mordred stopped moving immediately, hanging on Mo Zhe's hand in a regular manner, shrugging his hands and feet, like a quiet little tiger.

　　The soldiers next to him also gave up the meaningless encirclement and suppression at the same time, turned back to the hilt of the sword, and gave a knightly salute to the beam of light falling from the sky.

　　Mo Zhe raised his head and looked at the golden light.

　　The light dimmed, and I saw a female knight wearing a pure white mask, full of holiness and nobility, appearing in the air.

　　Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind, blending with the golden light and powder, and it was extremely beautiful.

　　The plump figure and slender limbs all exude a mature but holy charm.

　　With a pure white horse straddling her feet and holding a golden holy spear, the beautiful woman carries a sense of deepness and majesty for kings, emperors, and even gods:

　　"I am the lion king of the holy city of Camelot, a visitor from afar, welcome to come to the holy city for a talk!"

　　The golden lion king, the loud and clear voice spread throughout the earth, absorbing the meaning of her words, all the soldiers put down their weapons.

　　What she meant was that she treated Mo Zhe as a guest, hoping to talk in the holy city.

　　Mordred's eyes widened and he didn't accept it for a while, but there was no objection or any dissatisfaction.

　　Facing the invitation of The Lion King, Mo Zhe raised his head:

　　"My path is at my feet, whether to go or not to go is my wish."

　　Mo Zhe just wanted to walk around and have a look. Except for occasionally caring about Lixiang's location and safety, he didn't have to do anything, and he had to meet someone.

　　This singularity has nothing to do with the current Daqin. How things will develop in the end is determined by their own destiny. Even if the final is different from the original, it will have no impact on Mo Zhe and the current Daqin.

　　To put it bluntly, Mo Zhe can go wherever he likes to go, and do whatever he likes, without any restrictions from others at all.

　　So in the face of the sudden appearance of the Lion King, he just answered like this.

　　As for whether to go or not, it all depends on the mood.

　　It's not like the other party still uses the army to forcefully "invite" himself to go, right?

　　- if they "please" move.

　　Mo Zhe and the Lion King looked at each other, one was standing on the ground and the other was riding a silver warhorse, standing high in the sky, but they felt almost on an equal footing.

　　Do not!Mordred was inexplicably surprised, because she had a feeling that the great and holy Lion King, who was already like a god, was faintly at a disadvantage in terms of momentum!

　　how is this possible!The Lion King has been baptized by the Holy Spear and has become a half-god!

　　The Lion King was in the sky, leading the war horse, and moved slightly.Under the white mask, no expression could be seen.