This is My Heroic Path

"That's right," Ushaha nodded, and then sighed again, "But since you're so worried, you might as well keep her from the beginning. I really don't understand you."

"It's probably the same as Master didn't want to send me out for field training, but he sent me out in the end?" An Zhiyu rarely smiled at the end, "If you stay indoors all the time, you will never growing."

"Well, so you treat Lily as your child?" Ushaha asked after pondering for a moment.

An Zhiyu's expression was slightly weird, recalling what happened the night before, the soft lips and the touch of the skin can still be clearly remembered.

Rather than treating Lily as a child, it's more like treating Lily as...

An Zhiyu shook his head quickly, and did not answer Ushaha, but said: "Go back and rest first, sister."

"I just came out of rest, and you asked me to go back to rest?" Ushaha glared at An Zhiyu angrily, and snorted, "I won't bother you, sister, I'll go play with sister Skadi again. "

After saying that, he ignored An Zhiyu and left the courtyard with a displeased face.

After An Zhiyu watched Ushaha leave, he turned his gaze to the rain outside again.

Until night fell, An Zhiyu finally couldn't sit still.

"Come here, prepare the horse." An Zhiyu said to the attendants not far away.

He felt that his intuition should be correct. Morgan had taught him prophecy. Although this prophecy became the ability to predict danger in advance, it also had a certain premonition.

"Where are you going, Wang?" Gao Wen's surprised voice came from behind.

Gawain had also been waiting for news from Lancelot since daytime. Some of the others went to the kings' territories to invite the kings, while others were busy with government affairs or military training.

While Gao Wen was waiting, he was also busy with government affairs. Until now, after finishing his work, his patience was almost at the limit.

"I feel a little strange, logically it should have arrived," An Zhiyu looked at the attendant rushing towards the stable in the rain, "Gao Wenqing, if Sister Morgan comes out, you will notify her."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, but he still lowered his head and replied, "Yes!"

An attendant led the horse over, and An Zhiyu was about to step forward, but at this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Accompanied by the neighing of the horse, a man fell off the horse with his arms in his arms. An Zhiyu rushed forward to support him in the rain: "Who are you?"

"Princess Morgan sent me to spy on King Marko..." The man was still coughing up blood when he spoke, and his speech was a bit intermittent.

"Last night, King Malco's army marched in the direction of King Aldgren... Those who were with him..." He coughed up blood again, and raised his heavy eyes, "There are also soldiers of foreign races horse."

An Zhiyu's expression changed slightly, and he turned around and said, "Gao Wen, send him to my sister, she will help with the treatment, and then notify the others to get ready and set off for Aldgren's territory, leaving another A group of men guard Camelot."

He should have thought about it earlier, why did Lancelot get such important information so easily?Because Lancelot had been noticed before he stepped into King Marko's territory, this news was simply a smoke bomb to confuse them!

……

When stepping out of the courtyard, An Zhiyu saw a surprising figure in front of the courtyard.

"Arthur, take me with you." Guinevere stared at An Zhiyu and said.

"It's too dangerous, you stay here." An Zhiyu walked past her without looking at her.

"I know where they're going!" Guinevere stopped him.

"If it was really a sneak attack, they would not take an ordinary path, and they would not take an unusual path when they left." Guinevere walked behind An Zhiyu and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Calm down, Arthur." She looked at An Zhiyu who turned to look at her, showing a reassuring smile.

"You are not like you at all now, calm down, and then, I will take you there."

Chapter 244 The Demon Dragon Comes

"King Aldgren, I've said all I need to say."

Lancelot saluted slightly, "If you have any questions, just ask."

"Mr. Lancelot, I can generally understand what you said, but there is one thing that I find very strange." King Aldgren said, "With King Marko alone, no matter how much he recruits troops, it is impossible to fight Is it on par with the army sent by King Arthur?"

Lancelot nodded slightly: "I've thought about this too. To be honest, I don't know what King Marco's plan is, but even if I have doubts, it's what I saw with my own eyes. A little precaution is still very helpful." Necessary, it would be great if King Marko can take the initiative to give up those bad thoughts."

"That's why you need the help of the kings?" King Aldgren narrowed his eyes, "Accepting King Arthur's invitation will be a signal to King Marko, which means that we are on King Arthur's side, yes Is it?"

Lancelot hesitated, but nodded anyway.

"Then, what good does it do us?" King Aldgren stared into Lancelot's eyes.

"I don't think anyone wants to fight," said Artoria, who took up the conversation, her tone was calm, "And, if you remain neutral this time, do you think someone will trust you next time?"

King Aldgren's eyes fell on Artoria, and he nodded with a smile: "You are the court steward next to King Arthur, right? What you said is indeed reasonable, but—"

He paused, "There must be a premise."

"I have to fully believe what Sir Lancelot said before this premise can be established."

Lancelot raised his head and looked back into King Aldgren's eyes, "I swear in the name of the knight, there is no lie in what I said."

King Aldgren shook his head with a smile, "The name of a knight is useless in the face of huge interests."

Lancelot frowned and was about to speak, but at this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the hall:

"If you don't believe what he said, then you should believe what you saw with your own eyes, right?"

"What—" Lancelot suddenly turned his head to look, but felt a tingling pain in his abdomen. When he raised his head, the elf's sharp claws had penetrated his abdomen, and then he didn't give Artoria the slightest chance, Backed away quickly.

Several corpses were thrown in from outside the gate, and the attendants guarding the hall heard screams, and King Marko stepped gracefully into the hall amidst the screams.

He observed several people in the hall, bowed slightly, raised his head, and smiled all over his face: "Everyone, good evening."