My Knights of the Round Table

Everyone, even those who have difficulty sleeping, quickly slip into deep sleep.

Arash sat outside the camp and looked around.

As a heroic spirit, he doesn't feel sleepy or tired, as long as he has magic power to provide it.

Holding the bow in his arms, he dutifully observed.

Always be alert on the first night, even though the first night is usually not dangerous.

After observing for a long time, there was no movement, and Arash's attention was gradually dispersed to other places.

The two non-sleepy heroic spirits and the energetic King Arthur are in charge of guarding. Ordinary humans only need to take a good rest and hurry on their way.

After all, if enemy heroic spirits attack ordinary humans, it will be of no use, but will only cause bad things.

Three people, three places.

One guards the forest, one overlooks everything from high above, and the other controls the overall situation in the camp.

Naturally, Robin Hood's status in the forest is unknown.

In fact, at the beginning, he thought that Archer, who has good eyesight, would be overlooking from a high place, and at the same time, if the enemy came, he could also shoot his bow from a distance to support him.

And Arthur, who is the strongest and melee, defends at any time in the camp.

It's just that Arthur really didn't want to stay in the crowded and dirty crowd, so he volunteered to go to the highest place to observe alone.

And he said, "If I was in the camp, those nobles would come to me [-] hours a day, would you believe me?" 'Let Arash have nothing to say.

A faint mist rose in the forest and spread towards the camp on the plain with the breeze.

Arash frowned slightly.

Fog is not friendly to an excellent archer. Although he can see through it, his eyesight and accuracy will be somewhat affected.

If the enemy attacked at this time, his combat power would be greatly reduced.

It's just that Arash just thinks about it.

What kind of foreign aid can they come in just one day?If it was still the original way, it would not be difficult for him and Arthur to keep one or two of them.

It's just that many people may die.

A lot of people had already died, and he didn't want these ordinary people who had entrusted their lives to him to suffer from the enemy again.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and Arash's worry at the beginning turned into vigilance.

Even if he couldn't detect the change in magic power, anyone would feel something was wrong with such a change.

Arash stood up, holding Honglian with his right hand.

"Get everyone up."

Arash yelled loudly.

No response.

Arash frowned tightly.

He just remembered that there were two soldiers guarding this direction next to him. Although they looked shaky, they were still awake. It was impossible for them not to hear him so loudly.

Arash turned his head, startled.

The fog was so thick that he couldn't even see the camp a few meters behind him.

The whiteness almost made him blind.

Arash gripped the bow tightly.

No matter how thick the fog is, he can still see through it. This is the first time that he can't see at all from a few meters like this.

With such an ability, it is not a lie for ordinary Archers to say that they are abolished.

but…

"Fortunately, I know a little bit about fighting skills."

Arash smiled self-deprecatingly, held the handle of the bow tightly, and walked towards the dense fog where the road could not be seen clearly without hesitation.

Chapter 363 Chapter 59 The Betrayed Witch

"It's an amazing fit."

Diarmuid admired in a low voice.

He was standing in the forest away from the human camp and could see the camp ahead covered in thick fog.

"Assassin's ability matches the magic of the magicians of the Age of Gods."

Finn chuckled, and suddenly interrupted himself.

He looked at the lavender-haired little girl standing in front of him with a faint smile but a full head and a half shorter than them, holding a staff.

"Instead of saying that, it's better to admire the magic methods of the magicians of the age of gods."

"Now I can only do these auxiliary magic tricks."

The purple-haired little girl pursed her lips and smiled shyly.

"Then I can only watch Assassin's."

Life under the white fog is constantly being plundered.

The shaking of the ground and the violent noise attracted their attention.

The purple-haired little girl turned her head and looked in the direction of the source of the voice.

The other two knew what she was looking at.

"Do you need to stop him?"

"No need." The purple-haired girl's eyes flickered for a moment, then she smiled and shook her head again, "Let's just leave it to Assassin. Our task is to delay Lord Arthur, not swallow this army."

Finn and Diarmuid did not speak again.

The commander of this army is the little girl in front of me, the betrayed witch Medea.

God Algebra is one of the best magicians.

Although they thought that stopping Arthur and leaving Assassin unstopped in the camp for a long time might even eat Archer and this army, but it was just a thought.

As Medea said, their task is to keep Arthur in their sight and delay his time until the reinforcements arrive to finish King Arthur.

If this army is completely eaten, Arthur has no scruples, what else will they use to lock him in position?

But within a few seconds, they saw Medea's expression change.

"He seemed to think we wanted to deal with him."

Medea whispered in distress.

The expressions of Finn and Diarmuid changed instantly.

She said that they still don't understand.

It was clear that Arthur was aware of their existence, and instead of going to his own camp to rescue the civilians and Archer, he was going to come here first and deal with them all.

"Do you need us to take action?"

Medea frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds and said immediately.

"Go first, go back to our camp, I will see him alone."

"It's not in the style of a knight to let a lady break her queen."

"It will only cause bad things if you fight with him. If you win, you will only ruin the plan if you can't kill him. If you lose, it will be even worse."

Medea hurriedly explained.

Finn and Diarmuid looked at each other, and both could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

If I had known this result earlier, it would be better to fight to the death with Arthur that day.

But since they had chosen to leave that day, they did not disobey the order hastily, Finn nodded and said helplessly.

"Let's go first, you pay attention to safety."

"He's coming soon, you guys go away."

Hearing these words, the two of them ran towards the dense forest behind them without hesitation.

Medea stood where she was.

Listening to the sound of footsteps going away, she turned around and looked in another direction quietly after confirming that the two were completely far away.

The petite body is holding a staff that is a head taller than her, and the serious little face has turned into a happy and expectant expression, which is very cute with the petite body and pure face.

Not long after, a soft rustling sound sounded in the sky ahead.

As soon as Medea raised her head, a figure landed in front of her.

Medea looked at the sword at her throat.

The point of the sword entwined with the magic power of wind bursting at any time was only a few millimeters away from her throat, and she could even feel the breeze above.

She just looked at it tenderly.

The sword was different from the one she had seen before, because the sword at that time was no longer wrapped around the invisible barrier of the wind king, so she couldn't tell if it was the sword he loved to use.

But the wind is his usual means.

Medea raised her head and narrowed her eyes happily.

"Master Arthur, long time no see."

"kindness?"

Arthur raised his sword and looked at her suspiciously.

Unknown little girl.