My Heroic Life

The pitch-black giant snake wandered on the edge of the forest for a long time, and finally turned back. The terrain of the Fairy Forest is really not suitable for it to move. The intertwined old trees obstruct its body and obscure its sight. There are only wider lakesides and hills. Plains can let it go.

It returned to the hills where it appeared at the beginning, and the black magic power flowed underground, and Mordred, who had been watching the movement of the giant snake, breathed a sigh of relief.

She knelt on one knee and gasped for a moment, then stood up and walked towards Yin Lan not far away. She still had a lot to ask this man.

"Hey, can you talk?"

Mordred walked to Yin Lan and found that his body was shining with the light of magic, and he was motionless, as if he was in a tug of war with Morgan's Lingshu.

"can."

"Oh, all right."

Mordred smiled, leaned over and grabbed the long sword in Yin Lan's hand. While stroking the silver blade of Claurent, she said: "Give this back to me first."

"Didn't you steal it too?"

"Ah? How can it be the same."

Facing Yin Lan's questioning, Mordred blushed and turned into anger with some irritation.

"I have the blood of the British royal family, so I can't steal it if I take it. You guys are different."

She put the sword into its sheath, hung the Wang Jian around her waist, and then began to speak.

"Hey, I've been asking this question for a long time, where on earth do you guys come from?"

"what?"

"Don't pretend to be a stupid bastard." Mordred glared at the man in front of him and said: "Whether it is you or the queen, you have to keep each other's hands, isn't it only the father and the king who are injured?"

"..."

Yin Lan was silent, not knowing how to answer for a while. He understood that what Mordred was talking about was the truth. Deep down in his heart, he seemed to be resisting Morgan as an enemy.

The persistence of many years ago deeply affected Morgan, and Yin Lan was also unable to remain indifferent to the past.

"Can't answer? You guy really..."

"I'm on Lily's side...at least for now." Yin Lan interrupted Mordred's accusation and said anxiously: "And you don't have to be idle, help me put the bag Take out that small piece of purple crystal and crush it."

"Ah? Why should I help you guy."

Mordred murmured, but he still pulled out a piece of amethyst from Yin Lan's pocket and looked at it seriously.

"What is this thing for?"

"It can be used as a signal flare. It is Merlin and I's backstop to guard against Morgan."

"You mean to call reinforcements? Let's not talk about who is coming from here, now it is not necessary."

Mordred’s appeal to Yin Lan for help is a bit strange. In her eyes, Altria will not lose to Morgan in a one-on-one situation. Most of Morgan’s magic will be due to Altria’s high level of magic power. And neutralization, after all, how can a magician win a swordsman in close combat?

However, Yin Lan, who was familiar with Morgan, was not as optimistic as Mordred. He looked at the dead forest, but appeared a little anxious.

"You still underestimate Morgan."

The man's eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling the past, and sighed after a moment:

"I taught her more than just magic."

Author's message:

py: "I, a soldier in the field, a ghost in the smoke!"

Introduction: Ten years ago, Chen Yan was just an ordinary college student. In an accident, he was forcibly taken to a world called "Battlefield" by a system.

After years of life and death, the system destroyed itself after he unlocked everything. After he survived the war, he traveled to other worlds and began to find his way home...

In the Holy Grail War, a strange man was summoned. Hearing that the Holy Grail can realize any wish, he picked up the magic stick on the ground, took out the revolver in the holster, and threw out how many smoke bombs he didn’t know. Started the journey to fight for the Holy Grail.

According to Mr. Jin, an enthusiastic citizen who did not want to be named, he was just passing a familiar intersection that night, and he did not expect to meet a hard and cold stick.

According to a certain Mr. Bones, who did not want to reveal his gender, his defensive shield was stabbed with a syringe by a mysterious man.

According to a certain Miss Greena who did not want to disclose if she had fished, the commander often rushed harder than the girls in the command!

The book is also known as "Ace Pilot and Ace Tank Driver" and "Is it your head iron, or my magic weapon"

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Chapter 64—His Swordsmanship

Altria jumped between the trees, and the brown tide formed by the roots of the trees behind him was chasing after him.

If possible, Altria didn't want to enter the forest to fight, but the huge black pythons on the hills made her have to choose whether to challenge the giants supported by the magic of the earth veins, or to go one-on-one with Morgan in a disadvantaged terrain. .

Altria chose the latter. After all, Morgan is also a magician, perhaps because of the destruction of the plan, perhaps because of Mordred’s betrayal, or even the bloody kiss of Altria. In any case, Morgan was undoubtedly caught in fury at this time.

The anger drove her away from her position and chased Altria into the forest, even ignoring the black snake as the trump card demon. For a swordsman, this situation is extremely advantageous.

Although the trees that Morgan controls are more than double digits, they are nothing but a chestnut for the entire fairy forest. The forest environment does make these roots more flexible and rapid, but it also gives Altria more. The route of avoidance.

Every towering tree is the best shelter and a watchtower with a good view. The first thing Altria needs to do is to find Morgan's position in this vast sea of ​​trees.

She sideways dodged the stabbed wooden stake from behind, and swung a sword to cut off the wooden python that was pressed down from above. The roots of the tree behind her caught up in the short time between these two actions, and her feet exerted force and gushing. The magic power of pushing the petite body fast forward.

Altria saw a towering old tree in front of him leaping hard, her small body was like a dexterous wild cat, and several ups and downs had reached the middle of the trunk, perhaps because she was far away from the ground, and the chasing trees behind her were slightly slow. The huge weight is no longer their advantage at this time, but it requires more magic power to resist gravity.

Perceived, Altria pondered for a while, and then began to slow down, keeping a few meters away from these roots. The wood elves in the roots obeying Morgan's instructions stubbornly saw the target close in front of them, and they chased after him.

To outsiders, the knight king in the blue battle skirt seems to be leading the tree forward, but for the person involved, it is no different from dancing on the tip of a knife. A little carelessness is the ending of being pierced and crushed by the roots behind him. .

In the Fairy Forest, Altria flashed and moved on the ancient trees, her flying dress wrapped around her, which looked like a blue butterfly, and danced under the chase of death.

The tide of the trees is gradually reduced under this thrilling guidance. The roots, who are intoxicated with chasing butterflies, finally eat their own evil results. Altria stopped, and behind him are the almost knotted roots of the trees in the ancient forest. Must.

Altria stepped on the canopy of a big tree and looked down at the forest in front of her. She had been looking for Morgan’s location, and now, the rain of magic bullets rising from afar gave her the best answer.

The wood elves with limited IQ found that the roots they controlled could not move, and they chose to return. The chaotic wood tide was even more messy, and the roots tangled with each other abound, and their owners are discovering this. Shi decided to cut the mess with a sharp knife.

And this sharp knife is the pitch black magic bullet that whizzes out.

The magic bullets flying through the air made a harsh sound like howling, and the rain of destruction fell from the sky, whether it was the old trees in the forest or the entangled roots.

And under this watering of destruction, there was a touch of gold flowing upstream, Altria stepped on the knotted roots and swiftly moved forward, and the howling magic bullet hit her, not as good as the blue skirt. The corners turned into dots of black particles under the strangulation of magic skills.