My Heroic Life

"You are indeed very strong. To be honest, Odin doesn't have the oppressive feeling like you, but now it's over."

Frigga smiled at the young people in the dream world who were happily playing and laughing with the girl: "Past dreams will kill you."

She turned her gaze to the blond girl with him, more confident.

"And now with you, it is not just the doll I usually manipulate, but the real body that really has the fragments of the soul, plus my ability, hehe, it is a happy way to die."

Frigga didn't know how Walklord obtained some of the soul fragments of the holy woman of the past, but this undoubtedly further strengthened and perfected the world, and it has no flaws.

"But Odin, how come he hasn't come yet."

The blonde woman looked at Roland still and had a headache. According to the plan, it should be Odin to destroy the body. She came to imprison the soul, but now that arrogant bastard is actually late?Frija has no power to bind a chicken, she can only charm and spend money, and kill people...

"Forget it, it's going well anyway, wait a minute."

She said so, but she didn't know what kind of trouble the heir of the blood of the god king in the myth had encountered.

In the open outskirts in the distance, Odin was watching the woman in front of her intently. Her blonde hair was tied behind her head, her body under the armor was bumpy, and the wind appeared around her when she walked.

His name is Arthur Pendragon.

Chapter 102—British Night Tour

Altria observed that she was wearing a 24k golden helmet on the opposite side. Odin's eyes were aching under the moonlight, and Odin frowned. With the education she received since childhood, she naturally recognized the famous symbol of the king of gods in this myth. Wu, she nodded secretly, thinking in her heart.

Well, the enemy didn't run away.

Here, Altria confirmed the enemy, while on the other side, the arrogant Odin was a little confused, because he really didn't understand why the King Arthur appeared in front of him was here.

In fact, everything originated from the talks between the two countries, which reminded me of the compassion of the former youth.

In the past week’s intelligence wars across Europe and the United Nations, Roland gained first-hand intelligence under the leadership of Edmond, so he knew that the bastards who were colluding inside and outside tonight would make big news, so this morning , He used a secret channel to send a message to the British delegation headed by Altria.

"Please don't go out at will tonight."

A short sentence contains a lot of information.

In fact, when Roland approached the ring on the day of the meeting, as the subject's soul, he was like an iron magnet, instantly inhaling a trace of spilled soul fragments in the air, so he also remembered something.

I don’t mention the trivial miscellaneous things in advance, but there are two who are particularly impressed. One is a platinum blonde girl who is hugging herself on a grassland, and the other is fighting herself in a yard-like practice field. Blond teenage girl.

Two simple scenes, but they contained incredible feelings. At that moment, Roland almost even snatched the ring. However, a series of events that happened afterwards made him exhausted and couldn't even squeeze a little time to see. Then I can identify people who have met each other before.

This warning is an explicit statement given by Roland to his former friends under the circumstances of internal and external worries, hoping that they will not be involved in the vortex of the European Union dispute, but what he did not expect is that the two British sisters are indeed They know him too well. They have been with him since they were young, and they have a clear idea of ​​his way of thinking and handling of problems.

Morgan looked at these words and remembered the figure of the man who picked up the silver ring and left many years ago. Altria looked at these words and remembered Camelone's expression when he handed over his heart without hesitation.

If he warns others of danger, it is highly likely that he himself will be involved in danger.

The two who thought of the problem looked at each other, and they agreed with each other, and nodded to each other.

So the British night tour group was on duty. Under the orders of the two royal family members, the Knights of the Round Table began to watch around the city. Altria happened to bump into this head when thinking about going to the trial court to report for a long time. Mr. wearing a big golden helmet.

Neither of them meant to share their names.Odin was due to her own arrogance, but Altria was disdainful. She was a warrior and a king, how could she be polite to such a hostile camp.

"Tsk, don't get in the way, I'm not here to deal with you."

With these words as the opening remarks, Odin frowned arrogantly, and said impatiently:

"Tonight I advise you not to be nosy."

"In that case, rude man, who is your goal?"

"..."

Odin's eyebrows twitched when he heard Altria's address. He naturally wouldn't be idiotic to ask others what to say, and King Arthur in front of him seemed to have personal acquaintances with the target of his action. He didn't speak, his expression gradually Gloomy down.

It's a pity that as an arrogant god stick, this kind of behavior is simply not self-inflicted. Altria immediately understood that she might be blocking the right person. She also didn't say much, just stretched her hand to her body. Side, faintly said:

"Holy spear, pull the anchor."

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At the same time, the platinum blonde witch wandered the night streets together with a rebellious knight in dragon armor.

Mordred's face under his armor was extremely distressed at this time, and he couldn't figure out why he encountered the parent-child combination again.

In Britain, the record of the rebel group has been poor. No matter how you think it is incompatible with each other, it is clear that this is the case. When they were grouped tonight, everyone unanimously pushed Morgan to Mordred.

She remembered the scene when Lancelot, Tristan, and Gawain had gathered together to discuss with her when they were grouped together. The three big men didn't say a word, but directly gestured.

Your father is alone, so take care of your mother.

Mordred exploded on the spot, leaving Lancelot and Tristan alone, but there was another son present, and she pointed to Gawain's nose and gritted her teeth.

"She is your mother too!"

"Well, cough cough, it's night, and my strength is really insufficient. I can only protect my mother from your unrestricted level."

Gawain raised his brows seemingly reproaching himself, and said so with a face of filial son reproaching himself, Mordred just wanted to refute but heard the call behind him.

"Mordred, come here."

The short command words made Mordred stiffen and made Gawain smile with peace of mind.

"Mother seems to like you very much, sure enough, the youngest daughter is favored."

"Gowen, you fucking! I will kill you when I come back!"

Mordred wailed a harsh word, but he could only put on his helmet and walked over tremblingly.

No way, if it was in Britain, the witch would not care about them at all. She had gone out alone like Altria, but this is Paris, and Morgan’s combat effectiveness has dropped a lot, so she can only find the hapless boy Mordred. Continue to team up.

The unlucky boy carried Clorent and started walking around behind Morgan. He didn't even dare to speak out. There were no people on the outskirts of Paris at night, and no one would approach this strange combination. The surroundings were quiet, Mordred Flustered.

This is the first time the two have been alone since their rebellion a year ago. Mordred’s memory is not so bad that she has forgotten what she did. She stabbed Morgan backhand last time, which is also her guilty conscience. For the sake of it.

How can I increase the favorability? Mordred looked at the back in front of him and thought as he walked. He didn't know that it wouldn't work if he pinched his nose and called Lan.

But the problem is that Mordred's native parents are all women. If you are asked which husband is, how will Mordred answer? It feels like a dead end on either side.

She sighed and continued walking, and suddenly found that the platinum blonde figure stopped in her footsteps. She stepped forward and saw a man whose hair was like the fur of a gray wolf frowning at them.

What happened?

Mordred was dumbfounded, then suddenly realized.

No, I seem to be talking to the only magician among everyone, and she found this person!