My Heroic Life

The gushing black blood splashed all over his body, but his expression was not sad or happy, the horses neighed behind him, Yin Lan's right hand sword was still stuck in the knight’s neck, and his left hand had drawn the hatchet from the waist of the deceased knight. Reflexively throw.

"puff."

In the neigh of the air, the throwing axe sank into the head of the war horse, lifted its upper body, and then fell to the ground.

When the dust settled, the apostle recruits in the grass had just gotten up, and the enemy had all fallen, man, horse, one fallen.

The apostle recruit blushed and ran towards Yin Lan excitedly.

I never felt that the adult in front of me was so different from myself before. This trip was considered a long experience.

Big round table!Horrible!

The robbery road and the black stick are so elegant!

"Master Lan, do you have any instructions?"

"Clean up the battlefield."

Yin Lan looked at the completely useless recruits and didn't say much. He got up and drew out the long sword, wiped the blade with the knight's clothes. The blood of these humanoid monsters is black mud-like liquid, and it looks very special after being stained. Sticky.

These things are called the Black Armored Army by the British soldiers according to their costumes.

They come from the inside of the world, usually with the appearance of human soldiers, but the false souls inside only know how to kill. They are monsters crawling out of mystery. They were born in the world to donate chaos and blood to their creator.

This is true of knights and war horses. These horses cannot be tamed. Even if they defeat their masters, war horses will use their horse hooves to show their final loyalty to their masters. There are always a few unlucky people who die from behind-the-scenes in every battle.

Long battles can always exercise the wisdom of struggle, and the experienced Yin Lan will naturally not be able to use this kind of trick, which is why he kills the horse.

Reaching out to take the hand axe wiped by the recruit's egg, throwing her standard long sword, and pinning the black sword of the knight to her waist, Yin Lan, who was fully prepared, looked up at the northern sky, and the sky was as gloomy and dark as ever. , The rolling black clouds seemed to spit blasphemy and sin, just like the filthy master of the sky.

Humble King Fu Tigeng.

This is his name and the tyrant who rules all the monsters in this land.

"My lord, shall we go further?"

The apostle recruit asked anxiously, but the subject of the question sighed and responded with questions.

"What did we hunt for?"

"Two rabbits and one pheasant." The apostle recruit pulled open the large white bag with him, pinched a handful of dead prey, and said, "It's quite fat."

"If they can be as fat as a pig, then we can probably go back."

Yin Lan grabbed his scalp with a pained expression on his face, and what appeared in his mind was a certain king who buried his face in the pot, leaving only the stubborn hair on his head sweeping the edge of the pot.

She is the eternal nightmare of logistics soldiers, a warrior who can raise the logistics level to hell difficulty by riding alone.

"But we only have five people." The unaware recruit was confused and thought for a while to remind: "Sir, we still have some rations."

"..."

"grown ups?"

"Actually, I can eat better."

Yin Lan smiled tiredly.

If it is a companion of the round table, Yin Lan doesn't have to hide it. After all, everyone is eating at the same table, and everyone knows how much they eat, but now in front of outsiders, for the king's majesty, someone always has to carry a black pot.

"This, that's it." The apostle recruits looked at Yin Lan's figure a few times, and sighed in his heart that there was no reason why the big men could fight, and the combat power was also reflected in the appetite.

"We're looking for some other prey." Yin Lan brushed the weeds on her body and said, "It must be big enough, it can't be stewed in one pot."

"My lord, when I was in ambush before, I saw a few deer running by over there." The apostle recruit pointed in a direction, thanking that the prey was not in the enemy's area. After all, it was really uncomfortable that someone had to let out the wind when hunting.

Yin Lan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and didn't bother to speak any more, and chased up with the people, climbing trees and crossing the river along the way, relying on excellent physical fitness, he just wandered out a way in the wasteland, before the sun went down, two Man finally embarked on his return journey with two deer.

In this not-so-long hunt, the apostle recruit who temporarily accepted the command once again got to know the infamous veteran round table knight before him.

Rich in combat experience but talkative, calm but unassuming.

He can calmly analyze their intentions and directions when he finds the trail of the enemy group, and he can chat with the recruits about the unknown anecdotes among the Knights of the Round Table.

When he gave orders, he was as majestic as a nobleman and beyond doubt, but he was skillful and dexterous in dealing with prey.

The two people who were walking and chatting gradually became familiar with each other, and the apostle recruits finally took the opportunity to ask a few questions.

"Lord Lan, you are one of the first few people who followed the king. You must have experienced a lot of adventures that ordinary people can't imagine when you travel in various countries?"

The apostle recruits far away from the enemy-occupied area relaxed, with a deer head hanging on his shoulders, looking expectantly waiting for the seniors to tell the secrets of the trip that year.

It must be a magnificent journey, he thought.

Yin Lan, who was wading through the grass, stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and responded vaguely: "Well, it's okay."

The tone is calm, but sad.

Chapter 4 The Round Table That Year And Month

That is indeed an unimaginable adventure for most people...

Yin Lan thought for a while, should I call Altria’s food tour?Or Merlin and Kay’s path to hunt for beauty?Why is it that I am not thinking about the meal money at the checkout with Bedwell in my impression, or thinking about how to deal with the abusive behavior of the stallions in the team?

"There are so many demons, monsters, and cults on the mainland. It is still difficult to travel now. It must have been even more difficult then?"

"Well..."

difficult?Yin Lan felt that if it were her, there would be some thrilling scenes between life and death on the journey. Unfortunately, he has a group of good teammates who were once problem children but are now in high positions. --Knights.

Although many of them have some regrettable strange attributes, one thing is undeniable, and that is the strength of the Knights of the Round Table.

In the team that traveled at the time, the undefeated Knight King, let’s leave aside, Kay and Bedwell are all good players in one hundred. Lancelot and Tristan are even more powerful. Of course, there is a more convenient tool man. .

"Throw Gawain when something goes wrong."

"what?"

"Ah, I mean, Gao Wenqing was brave and good at fighting, which played a big role at the time."

The best meat shield, no one.

Yin Lan secretly added in his heart that he even suspected that Gao Wen at noon could face the holy sword.

"Oh, Gao Wenqing!"

The apostle recruit screamed with excitement. It seemed that he was full of longing for the gentle and elegant holy sword ambassador. Yin Lan had to admit that Gao Wen was indeed a good old man who was unpleasant.