My Heroic Life

That man might be full of questions at this time.

He probably still can’t understand Morgan’s rebellion, because in Yin Lan’s view, Arthur who followed him must be safe, but what he didn’t know was that Morgan’s rebellion was far from what he saw in terms of means and purpose. It's so simple.

Morgan thought about these corners of his mouth curling up, revealing a charming smile that can make familiar people creepy.

That is the smile that represents the smooth implementation of the trick.

"twice."

She looked at the unknown Forest of Lost and muttered to herself, seeming to enjoy the present situation.

Footsteps came from behind, Mordred clutched his abdomen and walked over. Even though she had inherited the excellent fighting and self-healing abilities inherited from the Knight King, she just took a breath after being beaten by Yin Lan.

Morgan looked back at the unwilling rebellious knight. She didn't say much. She knew how strong the instantaneous explosive power of Yin Lan's overload mode was. At that moment, even the knight king would have to avoid his edge.

But then, her expression was not so good.

"Where's your sword?"

"...By that bastard."

"Tsk."

Morgan was a little bit stunned. Mordred, who had lost his weapon, might have lost a lot of combat power, but in her opinion, these tiny variables could not disrupt her arrangement. She asked the Green Knight as an entourage to throw a hand at Mordred officer. The version enchants the long sword, and then walks slowly towards the forest.

"My dear sister, let's start the second act."

In the unknown forest, Morgan began the pursuit.

———

Merlin started his own adventure immediately.

His riding skills are average, and it can even be said to be relatively poor. There is a big gap between the perverts of the Round Table Knights, who go up to goblins and horses to old donkeys, and don't pick and ride everything.

After all, he is a magician of flowers. Although fighting mainly relies on swordsmanship and mainly relying on online fraud for food, his greatest specialty is forbidden, but he is also a magician of flowers, which is not comparable to those rough people.

For example, now, Merlin seems to be listless on horseback, but in fact, his true mind has been immersed in the distant ether.

At this time, what he saw in his vision was the gorgeous and solid white city, the heavy city walls exuded a faint light, and the towering towers were crowded with people. This place was once a symbol of Britain, but now it is the heart of mysterious forces.

Its name Camelot is a holy city built by humans and fairies.

This is the culmination of civilization and mystery. However, it has been forcibly occupied for many years. It is the Humble King Votigeng who committed this crime. He has been entrenched for many years and ruled the devilland through his monsters and fantasy species. And make it continue to expand.

In the past ten years, Britain has fought twelve border wars with it. Civilization and mystery are tit-for-tat, and every inch of land must be contended. Even if a knight king turns out to lead the round table knights to guard mankind, the boundaries of civilization are still at stake.

This is true in Britain, and so is the world.

This is the best era. The human beings who have gained extraordinary power have got a further step. This is also the worst era. Humans have to fight with the mystery and make a way out.

Merlin looked at Camelot and sighed at the difficult situation of mankind, knowing that he had to explore the reality of Tigung.

Although Altria also worried Merlin a bit, there is no problem with that man. The long-term cooperative relationship has made Merlin understand Yin Lan’s behavior. Since he said that Merlin has arrived. There will be nothing wrong with former Altria, there must be nothing wrong with it.

Compared with this, the more urgent task is to figure out what is going on with Fu Tigeng, which is also one of the decisions discussed by the two before, after all-Fu Tigeng is too abnormal recently.

After all, the beginning of a series of recent incidents began in the 11th Border War. The Humble King’s army, known for its large-scale control, had a rare lack of strength. Therefore, the overwhelmingly victorious British army chased and killed the enemy to the edge of the Camelot area. Suddenly a rebellion broke out, and the King of Baba seamlessly exploded and directly started the twelfth border war, successfully dragging the human army, and creating opportunities for Morgan and others to rebel.

His cooperation with Morgan was perfect. Yin Lan and Mei Lin were caught off guard by the perfect double-strike. If later historians study the strategy of the humble king during this period, they would have to pinch their noses and praise them.

But it is precisely because of this that people who know him can keenly detect abnormalities.

Who is Votigeng?That's the fat tiger of Britain!

He is the devil, the incarnation of the mystery of Britain, the representative of disorder and desire. He is arrogant, rude, greedy, and tyrant in the eyes of the fantasies. How can he show such a wise side?

Showing the enemy's weakness, enticing the enemy to deepen, drawing a salary from the bottom of the tank, and even hurting his own interests to make Morgan a wedding dress, how can this kind of selfless behavior appear to him?

Just because Morgan is his cheap niece?Yin Lan didn't believe in such nonsense.

After all, Vutikeng usually has this kind of aura. I am afraid that he has long been pregnant with soft humans and dominates the island. His nature is brutal and fickle. Then what is it that can make him resist the instinct of a tyrant, make an exception and make an exception. Morgan started cooperation and even made concessions?

That is naturally greater benefits and gains.

This was Yin Lan's first reaction, and Mei Lin also agreed with this, so that's why he had this avatar to sneak into.

"That said, I don't have much experience with this kind of assassin's tricks."

Merlin muttered, controlling the black-robed clone to walk through the chalk city. While looking for something unusual, he recalled the sneaking methods of the Knights of the Round Table.

Then he thought of Yin Lan's words.

"What is an assassin? As the name suggests, someone who kills but is not known. And sneak, in the final analysis, without witnesses."

The knight’s voice is serious and serious: “So, third-rate assassins kill people and others can’t see them; second-rate assassins kill everyone who sees him; first-rate assassins kill everything he sees. People...so what should you do, do you understand?"

Yin Lan had a sincere expression in his mind, Mei Lin's expression was complicated for a moment, and he couldn't help muttering while looking into the distance.

"I understand... the size!"

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Chapter 23—The Humble King and Britain

King Camelot.

Votigung stood on the tower of the inner city.

From the outside, he was an old and skinny man with mottled white hair and dry bark-like skin. Although he was tall, he was already a little shaky.

He is too old, like a living corpse, but different from his appearance, if someone stands in front of him, he will feel the desperate and terrifying pressure of the old man.

It was not a malicious threat, nor was it from the racial talents of the dragon-like high-level fantasy species, but the pressure brought by Vudigen himself.

Like a volcano hovering on the edge of an eruption, like a huge wave about to bring disaster to all living beings, he stood there, and it felt like the tide of the sea of ​​magic.

He is the incarnation of the mystery of Britain and the true owner of the power of the island. As long as he is on this land, he can gain a steady stream of power, and his strength is almost suffocating.

And now, known as the Humble King, he is looking down at the pitch-black silt-like magical whirlpool in the inner city. The center of the whirlpool is not large, and the area is not even larger than the round table that the Knight King is proud of. Under the manipulation of, dirty and sticky magic power is constantly pouring into the center of the whirlpool.

Such a huge extraction of magical power is unbearable for anyone, even if it is as strong as Vudigung. His forehead is gradually covered with sweat, his waist gradually bends like a weight, and his body begins to tremble from time to time. This is him. The performance of doing everything.

If it hadn’t been for the land of Britain and the blessing of the power of the veins, Vutikeng would have been drawn into human hands. However, even with such pain and risk, he would still be contented. His old face was at this moment. Full of joy, he looked at the vortex that opened and closed like a monster's mouthparts, and muttered to himself softly:

"Almost soon."