My Heroic Life

Yin Lan didn't know if there was anything wrong with Morgan who was hit by the holy sword, but he knew that something would happen if he didn't run faster.

The power of the holy sword is great. Let alone the central part, even the outer ones can scorch the earth. This is a forest, and there are wood soldiers lying on the ground. The burning flame found a suitable environment and began to spread rapidly. At this time, he was already chasing behind Yin Lan.

Yin Lan rushed for several hundred meters in one breath, feeling the heat wave behind her gradually subsiding, and then looked back at the situation with a sigh of relief.

The brilliance of the holy sword has gradually dissipated at this time, the original dense forest has disappeared, and only a piece of scorched land is left. Most of the trees are reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving only the light of fire on the ground. Yin Lanjiu With this slight light, he looked at where Morgan was before.

There is nothing there.

"How come! Wait...not good!"

After a brief shock, Yin Lan's complexion changed immediately. Knowing Morgan's strength, he knew that the Holy Sword could not destroy her with a single blow. So how did Morgan, who had just been swallowed and wiped out by the Holy Sword's glory, explain?

Bait!

Between the sparks and flints, Yin Lan came up with a general idea. No wonder Mordred is not there. This is simply a trap. It is not Morgan that attracts attention, but Yin Lan. Now, Altria is alone.

"Lily!"

Yin Lan shouted loudly, but received no response.

"Damn it!"

With an unknown hunch over her heart, Yin Lan cursed and rushed towards the station with all her strength.

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At the same moment.

Altria gripped the diminishing sacred sword in her hand, gasping for breath.

Due to Yin Lan’s advice before leaving, Altria’s shot this time was completely unreserved. The magic power that had flowed in the body like blood had already been tuned for most of the time, and bursts of frailty accompanied her, and she would be liberated by the Holy Sword. And the sword of light that showed its shape was inserted into the ground, with both hands on the hilt, staring at the front.

Sister Wang, will it just disappear like this?

Altria thought a little uncomfortably, and couldn't help but recall the Morgan in his memory many years ago.

Morgan was not like this at the beginning. She still remembers that when the two met for the first time, Morgan looked at herself and saw this half-sister who was living outside the palace, with curiosity, expectation and a hint of joy in his eyes.

At that time, the two of them should still have a good impression of each other, but unfortunately, as time passed, the girl who was living outside pulled out the sword of choosing the king, and the crowd around her gradually gathered, and the reports were overwhelming, and more and more People turned their eyes to her.

She succeeded to the throne and tried her best to make the reputation of the Knight King spread throughout the world. Since then, her contact with Morgan has become less and less, and everyone else has almost forgotten that the glorious Knight King once had a sister.

In the dark corner beyond the spotlight, Morgan gradually became unfamiliar to her.Her eyes no longer contain smiles, but are full of coldness and hostility. They no longer talk about things together, but are silent. Altria sometimes thinks, if they were born in an ordinary family, they should Are you a pair of sisters who have good relationships?

However, there is no if in reality, and the relationship between the two of them is irretrievable, and Altria clearly realized from this incident-Wang is lonely.

She looked at the front of the smoke, and suddenly felt a little sad. What if Morgan's body was there?

"...Morgan."

"Are you calling me?"

The girl's unconscious murmur was unexpectedly responded, and her voice came from behind Altria, followed by the pain of a sharp object piercing her body.

The knight king’s pupils shrank sharply and swiped his sword in an instant. However, Morgan was already drifting away like a leaf under the wind pressure. Altria held the sword in one hand and reached the back with the other hand, grabbing the needle-like dagger and pulling it hard. under.

With blood splattered, Altria looked at the dagger in her hand with pain. Under the light of the holy sword, the dagger was emitting a weird dark purple light.

She felt her body carefully, and found that the wound was not deep, probably only a few centimeters, but the faint numbness in the injured area was telling Altria that she was poisoned.

"How about? Arthur?" Morgan smiled happily, seeming to be satisfied with his sneak attack: "You should feel it? Magic and curse are not effective for you, so this time I carefully selected this poison for you, hope You can like it."

Before Altria could speak, she felt the magic power flowing in the body began to slow down. The magic power that was originally like a stream of water became like silt, and a feeling of fatigue came. She knew that the magic power to strengthen the body had almost fallen to the usual ten. One part.

"Oh? Originally this kind of poison should be able to completely seal the magic power. It seems that you still have some power left, but it happens to be too weak and boring." Morgan smiled maliciously, turning his head to the shadow behind him :

"Right? Mordred."

A slightly shorter black robe walked out of the shadow. She opened the black robe as she walked, revealing the white-red armor inside, shaped like a dragon, with a helmet with two horns covering her face, she walked Go to the front of Altria, take off the helmet with both hands, revealing his true face.

A similar face and the same emerald-colored pupils, the rebellious knight at the end of the round table smiled grimly. The weakness of the knight king is just an opportunity in her eyes, just like the wildness of her often mixed fists in the sword, she only cares about the outcome , Do not care about any means for this.

She had red eyes, pointed her sword at her former vision, and roared loudly:

"Arthur!"

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The scenery on both sides accelerated in the field of vision, and Yin Lan rushed towards the edge of the Lost Forest like a silver arrow, bringing strong winds.

The unknown premonition became stronger and stronger, and the scenes in the previous dreams flashed through his mind one by one. He gritted his teeth and felt anxious.

The speed of running accelerated further, his cheeks were chilled by the howling wind, the burning forest was left behind by him, he rushed out of the smoke and dust, and finally reached his destination.

Then he saw the silver long sword named Claurent dyed in red and splashing blood.

The undefeated king suffered a wound on her left shoulder at this time, and the splash of blood stained her left face. She was holding a sword in her right hand to resist the attack of the rebellious knight.

Mordred, who was not good at swordsmanship, became irritable with a few tricks that were difficult to take advantage of. She raised her sword and used her strong brute force to fly the weak Altria upside down.

"boom."

The ground shook, and the body of the King Knight fell like a meteor, slamming heavily into the forest. The huge reaction force caused blood to overflow from the corner of her mouth. She thought of getting up, but her heavy body refused.

Facing such a good opportunity, Mordred immediately wanted to bully herself, but her body moved, but she didn't pursue it.

There is no other reason. In her perception, the boiling magic power is like the same angry beast gathering behind her, and the intuition inherited from the Knight King makes her immediately turn to guard.

Then she saw that where the silver clorent was pointing, the knight who was usually despised by her was holding a long sword in his hand, and boiling ether was jumping around him, and his eyes glowed with golden light and fierce power. The pressure hit Mordred's heart like a warhammer.

Yin Lan stepped forward, staring at Mordred, and said:

"This is the end of the father and son bureau. It's time to accept the severe beating from the society, bear child."

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ps: I can’t make it to the collection list, I’m too hard (crying)

Chapter 20 Confrontation

Mordred looked at the familiar face of Yin Lan in front of him, and it was hard to believe that this was the same person as the weak knight in his memory.

In her impression, Yin Lan is a better than the apostle, but a strong and limited hero. Not to mention the talented Knights of the Round Table, even in the past, Yin Lan could not be ranked.

But although she is a weak fellow, she has a foresight. Before her father made his fortune, she followed all the way and became one of the elders of the knights of the round table, and this status is naturally not the last of the round table Xi Neng of Mordred. Casually questioned.

In addition, Yin Lan looks taciturn, but in fact, he is very popular, especially with Kay, Lancelot and Gawain. He has no apostles and is basically alone. Mordred can feel it after several contacts with him. , His magic is not much, and he is also the lowest level among the heroic spirits.