My Knights of the Round Table

Just when he was about to kill all these beasts, the threat of death suddenly flooded his heart.

Chapter 351 Chapter 47 Heroes and Heroes

"How many times is this?"

The invisible wind dissipated in the field, and countless spiritual light spots rose in the dark forest.

Arthur didn't stop and continued to run forward.

The Nuoda forest made him lose his way, and he could only follow the footsteps of the Celtic fighters to chase forward, but sometimes he could only move forward by feeling when the Celtic fighters were shunted.

It's just that he walked farther and farther, so far that he thought he should have reached the city without leaving the forest.

"When did Ireland get so big?"

Arthur muttered irritably, and suddenly his heart moved.

There were slight but hasty footsteps ahead.

The slight is because the distance is extremely long, and the rush is because the owner of the footsteps is very fast. Just by looking at the speed, one knows that the opponent's strength is not weak—at least the ability to escape cannot be weak.

An invisible wind wrapped around his arms, and the sword of sworn victory was in his hand.

Arthur stood on the spot, feeling the flow of the wind in the forest to determine the opponent's position and general information.

"Two people chasing one person?"

Arthur looked weird.

The message conveyed by the wind told him that the breath of the person being chased was getting more and more disordered.

For a moment he didn't know what happened.

However, in this case, with the organization of the opponent and the chaos of his own side, he can roughly guess what happened.It was nothing more than the heroic spirits on their side who stopped Ulster's army and were besieged by the heroic spirits from Ulster's side.

"Go and see."

Arthur's figure disappeared in place.

......

"What's all this?"

The dark green figure kept scurrying among the leaves, and the dark green matched the green of the leaves in the darkness so well that it was almost impossible to see his position.

but...

The feeling of death came instantly, and Robin Hood immediately rushed to the next tree.

'Bah! '

A blood-red spear was thrown where he had just stood.

"It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous."

Robin Hood panted and looked back.

The dark-haired man had already jumped up the tree and retrieved his gun, while the blond-haired man just smiled and came to a place with a clear view.

Robin Hood is miserable.

He was not a Heroic Spirit with a frontal combat advantage.

Compared with a servant who is a thousand riders, he has more advantages in assassinating and spying on the enemy. Whether it is ability or treasure, he has a good way to hide his whereabouts.

But the Heroic Spirits here are all powerful combat-type Heroic Spirits.

He can deal with third-rate heroic spirits, but no matter how you look at them, these two people are not the kind of passers-by who are dismissed casually.

This can be seen from the way they deal with him.

The blond-haired man didn't make a move, while the black-haired man even just used a gun, the other gun was still wrapped in a white cloth, and even the gun he used often wanted to kill him with a throw.

Such contempt made Robin Hood helpless.

If he was stronger, the way the black-haired man fought was almost equivalent to suicide.

But the problem is, both he and they have already made it clear that he is just an auxiliary follower.

"Don't worry, the intelligence shows that there are only him and that Archer in this city."

The blond man spoke slowly, his perpetual sunny smile looked like the joy of playing with a mouse.

The black-haired man didn't speak, but jumped onto Robin Hood again with the strength of the recoil.

The strong wind and the fragile sound of the trunk being crushed sounded almost at the same time.

The threat of death came as expected.

Robin Hood's hair stood on end, but his feet went limp when he was about to run away.

The branches below couldn't bear his weight, and they snapped from the roots, and he couldn't find a fulcrum even standing on the tree.

"It happened!"

Robin Hood's eyes were full of despair.

If he was in a normal state, even in this situation, he would be able to find a way to avoid it, but now he was exhausted both mentally and physically, and he didn't know how to dodge this blow for a while.

The black-haired man's attack just happened countless times.

He was able to dodge many times due to good luck and because of the forest terrain, but when the number increased, his physical strength would not be able to bear it.

But this man's physical strength seems to be endless.

Robin Hood also knew that the fleeing person would consume more physical strength, but it was too strange that the opponent's speed and strength were only more violent than before.

"No appearance...!"

Robin Hood fell into the air, ready to desperately use the treasure.

The black-haired man's spear was about to hit him.

Robin Hood watched helplessly.

As long as he uses the Noble Phantasm, he can escape.

but...

Not to mention using a treasure in front of a heroic spirit who is stronger than oneself, even if a heroic spirit of equal strength does not have the right time to use the treasure one-on-one, it is an act of courting death.

He hadn't found the time to release the treasure just now, and it was even more impossible to find it now.

He had already given himself a death sentence in his heart, and closed his eyes as if giving up.

'Bah! '

The Noble Phantasm's name was not called out, but the sound of wind and weapons hitting more violently than the black-haired man sounded in front of him.

'Boom! '

What followed was the sound of his body colliding fiercely with the ground.

Arthur landed in front of him, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Robin Hood who was lying on the ground stretched out.

In fact, he could handsomely block the black-haired man's attack and pull him to prevent him from colliding with the ground, but he really wasn't in the mood for hugging a man.

It's only a few meters high, can a heroic spirit fall to his death?

"Are you the Heroic Spirit of Ulster, or...?"

"They are they are!"

Feeling the burning pain from the friction between his face and the ground, Robin Hood heard Arthur's question, raised his head and chin to the ground and shouted hastily.

He didn't even have to think about the identity of the person who came to save him.

The heroic spirits of Ulster Fang are summoned intermittently by Cu Chulainn, and they all know each other's identity and even appearance, so it is almost impossible for such an oolong to occur.

This is only the case with these rebellious heroic spirits.

Just like when he and Archer met for the first time, if he hadn't surrendered, he would almost have been crushed to death by the man with his fist.

Who knows why an Archer's melee is so fierce.

Arthur nodded, and stopped looking at the heroic spirit on the ground who didn't look like a heroic spirit, and looked at the blond-haired man and the black-haired man opposite.

The dark-haired man didn't attack after being repelled by him.

The blond man walked to the side of the black-haired man, still looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry, my king."

The dark-haired man bowed his head for not being able to kill Robin Hood.

"It's okay, that's what makes it interesting. Cat and mouse is boring just watching it. It's hard work for you to waste so much time with him. Isn't the head-on battle between knights and knights, heroes and heroes what we are chasing Is it?"

Chapter 352 Chapter 48 Fiona Knights

The gentle yet solemn speech made the black-haired man's face full of approval and fighting spirit.

The dark-haired man looked at Arthur with fighting spirit in his eyes.

From the blow just now, he knew that the opponent's strength was definitely not weak, and he was an opponent he could fight heartily.

And the blond man watching the battle knew better that Arthur was not weak.

The speed at which he came just now, and his precise control of strength and angle all showed that the opponent's strength would not be too weaker than him and his knight.

Such a person is definitely a hero with a famous name in history.

"This knight, can you let me know your name..." The blond man suddenly interrupted himself, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I asked someone else's name without saying my own. It's really impolite, let me introduce myself to my knight first."