In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Knight Commander, Lord Edward may be in some trouble. Last time, he had a bad time with Lord Tristan." A bald head suddenly reminded him. Judging from the fluctuation of magic power, it was a half-heroic spirit with good ability.

Bedivere was a little annoyed, including the last one, there were only a few Heroic Spirits in the city, and even at this time, he was still talking about the door, there must be something wrong with the head of 'Edward Longlegs'.

"I'll go and invite him in person after the meeting!" The silver-haired knight gritted his teeth and said, taking a deep breath, and finally calmed down.

No way, this is a veteran heroic spirit, for the sake of the overall situation, he can only swallow his anger.

The generals looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The filth between domestic heroes has long since become an open secret. If nothing else, the other protector of Wales is mainly at the mercy of dispatch, and there will be no crisis of national fortune.

It's a pity that in the struggle between 'Superman', ordinary people like them have no way to intervene, so they had to stand still and listen to Bedivere's continued orders.

"Send a letter to His Majesty King Arthur, informing all the situation in the country, and implore His Majesty to lead the reinforcements back to the country immediately!"

"Yes!" The voices of everyone were much louder. Yes, the current chaos is caused by the absence of King Arthur. If the king returns, everything will be solved.

"Gentlemen." Bedivere stood up, looked around at the crowd, and his words gradually became eager, as if possessed by a king.

"The rise and fall of the kingdom is here, and Britain expects everyone to fulfill their duties!"

"God bless Britain, God bless my king!"

"God bless Britain, God bless my king!"

The roar echoed in the hundred meters underground, as if a storm had set off, causing the whole of London to boil.

PS: There are currently 232 monthly passes, that is to say, I already owe 3 more changes!It's okay, take it slow!

Chapter 52 Two queens (second update)

Unlike Britain, which has fallen into mania, Ireland is still so peaceful and peaceful, as if the strait separates not two countries, but heaven and hell.

The devil's cave is right next to it, but in recent years, there have been very few monsters harassing it. The world can only attribute the heroic spirits of this country to being too powerful, cutting off the idea of ​​monsters invading.

Of course, these are just jokes. When it comes to Heroic Spirits, Britain is above both quantity and quality.In terms of national strength, there is no industry, no holy spar deposits, and Ireland, which only has potato fields in the country, cannot catch up.

But it is such a soft persimmon, the monster does not pinch it, and beats Britain with determination, and the latter has become a shame for the five constants.

And somewhere in the east of "Paradise".

The breeze blew across the lake, setting off ripples, and a thin layer of snow remained on the surrounding shores, which slowly melted under the warm winter sun.

There was a figure moving on the lake, the blond hair shone brilliantly in the sun, the white legs stepped on the lake, and they walked freely under the protection of the mysterious power.

You don't need magic power to walk on the water, and with a beautiful face, there is only King Arthur left in this world.

The king's brows were furrowed. She had just received an urgent message from London, and Bedivere's words made her secretly think.

The fact that the knight, whom he praised as 'tough as steel', was able to do this in such a hurry already showed how much the situation had deteriorated.

Move the tiger away from the mountain, cut off the traffic, and then bypass the defense line from the sea to launch a general attack on London. The battle plan of interlocking monsters gradually formed in King Arthur's mind, and the frown was deeper, as if he was despising this honorless fighting method. .

'I've only been away for half a month...' The king sighed, but his eyes were never dazed.

Things in Ireland have dragged on for too long, and Maeve is the main troublemaker. Although the other heroic spirits don't pay much attention to her, they still have a strong position in this country with the Blood Legion as their backing.

Every time the negotiation reached a critical moment, this woman would jump out and waste time, and she had to listen patiently.

The content is not nutritious, it is nothing more than a personal question of which knight under his command, the ambiguity in the words really makes people want to pull out the holy sword and stab her!

King Arthur seldom had a bad feeling for people, but this Maeve was an exception. Maybe she was also a woman, and her completely different personality made the king naturally hate it.

'Fortunately, I can finally return home. 'Getting along with all these weird things in Ireland made her a little tired. After all, besides this Maeve, there is also a heroic spirit named Roy, which is also a headache.

Compared with these "friends", the net in the city of London is more suitable for me, at least I have seen more disadvantages and conspiracies, and every time I can kill a bloody way!

At this time, there were light footsteps on the shore, and King Arthur turned his head to look, and saw a tall and beautiful woman with long purple hair walking towards him.

She was dressed like a black veil, showing curves so pleasing that any man would fall for it.

Skaha, almost all the heroic spirits in Ireland are bound by her, and many of them are her disciples. If she wants, she can become the king of this country without much effort.

Of course, if she wants to.

A trace of complexity flashed in the green eyes of the king. Because of the interests of the two countries, this woman was neither an enemy nor a friend, but in any case, the matter could be resolved this time thanks to Skaha's help.

Swah——

Without any splash, King Arthur appeared by the lake in the blink of an eye, and for some reason raised his head slightly to look directly at each other.

One tall and one short, one convex and one flat, the two queens stand together, and they will not lose half a point to each other in terms of momentum.

After two seconds of silence, Skaha broke the silence.

"The sanctuary of the elves?"

"Yes, you should have seen me move freely on the water." King Arthur nodded seriously.

The last time the two fought, this trick was actually revealed, but I didn't expect to be asked again.

Skaha smiled slightly and bypassed the topic, took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back, and suddenly turned his head: "Now there is bad news, do you want to hear it?"

"It's not necessary if it's news from within Britain, I've just found out."

"It's an Irish matter." Skaha stopped, and the pride that belonged to the king appeared on his face, "The matter of supporting Britain may change."

"What!?" King Arthur's brows twitched, and he stood upside down, his fierce aura immediately emerged, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Lord Skaha, it's not the actions of a warrior to change your mind!"

I wasted half a month in Ireland, made a mess in the country, and then I was scolded when I wanted to go back. Not drawing my sword immediately was considered a broad-mindedness.