My Heroic Life

On the ground, layers of different beasts gathered together, the strong but violent double-horned beast, the existence itself is a profane Chimera, the tall and hard stone statue of Graham.

The leopards in front of the formation are polishing their weapons in the colony. The black armour's camp stands in the west. The cavalry in and out patrols the territory. The giant guardian made of trees and stones stands in the monster group, with a hill-like body. Even the monsters dare not approach.

A large number of monsters spread their vision in this way, leaving only a corner of King Camelot at the edge of the end. The monsters of various races seem to have reached a consensus. For the vast space that civilization will fall into the hands of mystery, only in Within a few days, they will die in the domain of the humble king.

The images of the demons dancing in a frenzy left the knights speechless, the gems shattered, and the images were interrupted for a long time, but silence remained in the big tent.

Even Mordred, who has always been fearless and fearless, has a rare expression of dignity at this time, as strong as she dared to attack the dragon head giant in the kingdom of God, but it is difficult to guarantee that she can last ten minutes in this mysterious army.

No matter how powerful the enemy alone is, it is possible to defeat it with all his strength, but the endless enemies can only be filled with the same size. In the magic realm where only cold weapons can be used, the accumulation of numbers does cause The possibility of qualitative change.

The scouts retreated, and only Altria, Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table were left in the camp. The king of knights scanned the warrior knights under his command and asked for their opinions.

"What's your opinion?"

"..."

After an unspeakable silence, Gao Wen hesitated for a long time and finally replied: "Wang, with the current combat power of our army, I am afraid it will be difficult to win."

Lancelot agreed upon seeing this:

"Indeed, no matter whether it is quantity or individual strength, our army can hardly gain an advantage."

"Although it is sad, we may not be able to break through this monster's defense line now."

"Tsk, no way, this is too much."

The knights opened the chatterbox to express their opinions, and they came to surprisingly consistent conclusions, that is, they are not strong enough to act rashly.

Altria's heart was anxious, Britain's time was running out, but no matter how anxious she was, her experience in battle would not allow her to lead the war at this time.

She sighed, recalled the monster army she had just seen, looked at the knights of the round table and said: "We may only attack once."

"..."

The knights were speechless, and they all understood that what Altria said was the truth.

The next war is not only a battle of life and death in Britain, but also a battle of life and death for all the participants. Once the war starts, no matter whether it can break through the plains of monsters and reach Camelot, retreat is almost impossible.

"In fact, it's not as bad as expected."

Before Merlin paced to the map of Demonland, he reached out and stroked Camelot's area.

"Although these monsters are gathered together, there is actually no clear commander. Many of the races are enemies of life and death, and there are constant conflicts between them. It is impossible for them to have any subtle cooperation, but a group of mobs.

"Of course, I'm not saying that they are weak, just by relying on that number and the top fantasy species among them, they are far from comparable to an ordinary army."

"Then Merlin, what do you mean?"

Altria asked, and the magician of the flower lifted his stick and tapped the Camelot sign.

"Attacking their weakness is also our goal, to block the hole."

"Although the humble king is the overlord in the demon realm, he cannot command all the monsters. Now they can form such a military force. The real reason is that the temptation of the fall of civilization has brought them together."

"Once we block the hole, the monsters who noticed that the tide of magic power has stopped will naturally disperse. They have not yet realized that they are loyal to the humble king. After all, the monsters are monsters, different from people."

"Is that so."

Altria lowered her head to think deeply, and the Knights of the Round Table were also deducing the battle.

"The impact is not enough."

"Not bad."

Bedwell murmured, and Lancelot agreed.

The tactics for the central breakthrough have been decided, and what is left is only enough breakthrough power and peripheral restraint power. Unfortunately, no matter which one of today’s British forces can’t do.

"The troops are not enough, and now we can only wait."

"Keep a safe distance for the time being, these monsters don't seem to want to start the war first."

Altria finished arranging military affairs and turned to look at Merlin.

"Merlin, if you want to block the hole, do you have to fight against Votigeng?"

"Yes, although the attire that opened the hole is equally suspicious, it is Vottigung's island power that maintains the hole."

He paused and said: "The isolation between the inner world and the outer world is far beyond human imagination. If there is no continuous infusion of power from Vottigung, this hole will soon be wiped out by the power of the world. The war can also be said to be the crusade of the humble king."

The knights frowned, but the monsters were already difficult to deal with, and coupled with the crusade by the humble king, it was even more difficult.

"According to Merlin's words, Vudigeng is maintaining Kong. Isn't he weaker than usual?"

Merlin shook his head solemnly, answering Mordred's question.

"The inner power flowing out of the hole is strengthening the power of the island. At this time, Vortign has not weakened, but is the strongest moment. Therefore, we need that weapon."

Merlin looked at the king in the middle of the camp, and Altria also showed an expression of consciousness.

"Holy Spear Lungemiad."

Chapter 91: The Time of the Strong (3/4)

Holy gun Lungemiad.

It is the anchor of the haze that anchors the stars.

Even if the magic power is restored, the mysterious and unprecedentedly powerful now, it is also a weapon that is extremely powerful and frightens demons and monsters.

This sharp weapon of order will sort out all the impurity, even the humble king Fu Tigeng, the incarnation of the island, is terrified of it.

But the mighty power naturally needs a huge power to drive. While using the holy spear to defeat King Humble, it means that Altria needs to save her strength in the war until the King Humble.

The knights of the round table looked at each other, they already understood their mission.

"King, I will escort you to the humble king."

The knights made a promise, a pair of sharp eyes containing determination, even if they shed all their blood, they would implement it.

Altria nodded and agreed. She understood that the key to breaking the British crisis was in her hands, and now she couldn't help but carelessly.

At this point, the British army, beyond all expectations, marched to the edge of the Camelot area and camped. Soldiers and generals were looking forward to it, waiting for reinforcements from the rear.

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King Arthur didn't stop the scouts from revealing Camelot's details. Soon after, the news that an army of monsters and top fantasy species is about to face Britain is well known.