My Heroic Life

At least in terms of food intake.

He heaved a sigh of relief, satisfied with the effect of his encouragement, and then quickly began to sullen his head to eat—nothing else would be gone.

After a simple breakfast, the three of them arranged their equipment and extinguished the bonfire. Altria walked to Yin Lan, watching him with emerald eyes, and the latter immediately understood.

He walked up to the apostle recruit and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've told you about the general situation. I will work with the king for the rest of the journey. Your task is to return to the camp and tell us that there is nothing wrong, right?"

The apostle recruit was taken aback, and nodded in frustration. He also knew that the next journey would probably be delayed by his strength. Instead of returning to the army to pass the message.

"You take this dagger. I carry it with me. It can be used as a token. By the way, don't use it lightly. It is poisoned."

The apostle recruits took the dagger from Yin Lan in a daze. He looked back and forth, wondering when the knight adults started playing so dirty?Is this the gap between yourself and the big man?

"There is only one command, stand by and wait for the return of the Knights of the Round Table and the King. The day of return is the time for counterattack!"

"understand!"

Yin Lan's serious words made the apostle recruits stand at attention and salute involuntarily.

"Your mission is not easy to complete. There are probably a lot of rebels on the way back to the barracks. Pay more attention not to get caught."

Yin Lan warned about the precautions with a little concern, and finally asked: "By the way, I don't know your name yet, soldier."

"Steve," the brown-haired youth replied, and the smile on his face in the sun gave a sense of intimacy.

"Well, Steve, good luck."

Sending the last blessings, Yin Lan and Altria watched the apostle recruits gradually go away until his figure was completely hidden in the woods. Yin Lan turned and said to the blond girl: "Let's go too."

"Ok."

The journey of sword and destiny began.

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ps: Then we are going to enter the main line!

Chapter 12 The Unparalleled Knights (Part 1)

10 Downing Street

In the white living room, Kai opened his eyes.

In his field of vision, the ceiling is decorated with embossed patterns that he sees every day. Kai breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and there was no movement.

He needs to tidy up his thoughts.

What did Merlin say?

Mordred rebelled, and Morgan Lefy was behind the scenes. Lan and Lily fled early under Merlin's reminder, and now they have gone deep into the magical realm.

The soldiers at the forefront had just repelled the eleventh wave of monsters and ghosts. The Humble King immediately worked overtime to rebuild a batch, and started a new round of confrontation between the two armies with the British Army.

The Knights of the Round Table, who had been transferred to various places in the Demon Realm either intentionally or unintentionally, received news from Merlin, and they had begun to rush back overnight.

Hmm...looks like this, the situation doesn't seem so bad?

Although Lancelot was missing because of the previous commotion, and Aggiwen was half dead, most of the strength of the Knights of the Round Table is still there. Gawain, Bedwell, Tristan, these famous heroes are leading the demon realm. Get together, and the toys made by Humble King will be vulnerable.

After the victory on the frontal battlefield, the insurgents are also a dead end when they command their troops to take over the king in the demon realm.

For anyone else, I must be so optimistic. After all, this rebellion looks funny and ridiculous. The contrast between the enemy and ourselves is huge, and victory seems to have entered the countdown.

But Kay didn't think so, because he knew the woman who was hidden in the dark and was almost ignored better than others.

Morgan Leffield.

Pure as a fairy, magnificent as a Valkyrie, and cruel as a witch, that is Morgan. For Kai, who is good at dealing with women, it is a complex and terrifying existence.

How could this woman's plan be so unconscionable?There must be something, something unexpected is happening.

Kay thought so, suddenly feeling a little anxious.

If you are not in the Demon Realm, you are powerless, but you must at least do what you can, such as cleaning up the human trash outside the Demon Realm battlefield.

He got up and rang the bell that called the servant.

Half an hour later, the handsome prime minister, known for his scandals and poisonous tongues, walked out of the black wooden door with the lion head knocking the knocker. The apostle guards at the door were fully armed and saluted.

Kai nodded to his apostles and walked into the opened car door. His expression was indifferent and his voice was like a metal and iron strike:

"Go to the House of Lords."

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On the cyan plain, the handsome general is commanding the cavalry to rush forward.

With silver hair and green eyes, a straight and neutral appearance, and a slender figure, the hands on both sides of his shoulders are a human body and the other is a silver arm.

The name is Bedwell.

He is the famous player who immediately uses the spear and the first cavalry of the Knights of the Round Table. Although he treats others politely and even a little self-humbly, his strength is worthy of the name of the Knights of the Round Table. Launch an unstoppable assault.

In front of them was an army of leopard people covering the plain. They had leopard heads, their bodies covered by black fur, and they were holding simple weapons.Their eyes are shining in the night, their pupils gather like stars, and their fangs and claws are ready to tear the human body.

Compared with the human side, there are only hundreds of riders.

However, the British troops on the horse were not discouraged or desperate. The knights under the moonlight were silent. They were neatly arranged and formed like a front arrow.

The horses under the crotch were agitated. They smelled the air before the war. They breathed and snorted and formed a mist. The veteran apostles who were ten-and-a-half raised up and lined up in the front row of the front arrow. They took a deep breath, but they could not suppress the rapid secretion of adrenaline. , Cast a pair of eyes to the bright silver arm.

"Masters, my king is ahead."

The general who had a thousand horses looked back and looked at the cavalry behind him.

"As the king's knight, what shall we do now?"

Everyone clasped their breastplates, and the dull sound was like the beat of a war drum, and hundreds of soldiers responded in unison:

"Assault! Assault!"

Bedwell nodded lightly, held the silver arm of the spear high, and then gently swung it down.

The horses then moved forward slowly under the control of their masters, firm and powerful. They are the magical improved varieties of ordinary horses after the magical power has recovered, and they are taller and stronger.

The formation of the team is dense, and the knights endure the roar of their hearts and move forward silently, just like the calm and rough sea inside, which can be described as the tranquility before the explosion.