My Knights of the Round Table

The speed of the dagger in the girl's hand did not slow down at all.

In her eyes, no matter what, Archer didn't have the slightest room to fight back, and no matter what he did, it was just the last struggle before dying.

But the next moment, she realized she was wrong.

Arash's body twisted extremely fast, and his weird posture and speed made him turn around before her dagger fell.

His hands are faster than his body.

Just as the dagger was about to hit his turned throat, Assassin found that his hand had touched himself.

Her dagger couldn't stab down.

Because her wrist was held by a man.

"Ala?"

The little girl made a cute doubtful sound, and looked at her wrist with wide eyes in doubt.

She didn't know exactly how he did it.

Arash also finally saw the face of Assassin.

A ten-year-old girl with short white hair, dressed in a simple black tights, with fair skin and a small figure, with white bandages tied on her hands and arms.

The emerald green pupils are full of innocence and curiosity, and the delicate and small face is a perfect beauty.

Such a little girl and her innocent expression did not look like a murderer in the fog.

Arash didn't show any pity.

With a twist of the wrist, the sound of bone breaking came from the girl's right hand holding the dagger. The little girl's wrist wrapped in a white bandage was twisted in a strange and terrifying way, and he pulled her body and slammed it in the opposite direction.

"Oh!"

The girl's body was thrown into the thick fog on the other side like a cannonball.

The sound of gliding lasted for a long time.

When Arash finished the throwing action, he held the bow again in his hand, and the arrows condensed with magic power continuously shot towards the direction where he threw the little girl.

'Whoosh! '

Bows and arrows shot continuously into the mist.

Arash, who listened carefully, frowned.

He didn't hear the sound of the bow and arrow shooting into the flesh, and he didn't even hear the opponent use a dagger to resist the bow and arrow.

"It's tough."

Arash sighed.

"I'm leaving first, I'll kill them first, and I'll kill you when I come back later."

Just as he was preparing to deal with the opponent's next attack, Assassin's painful but still sweet voice sounded in the mist.

Arash's expression changed.

I took a few steps forward to catch up with the place where the voice appeared, but there were several voices piercing the sky from the dark.

Arash paused.

A few daggers were inserted in front of him where he was about to be hit if he stepped on it again.

He hesitated for a second.

I don't know if her words are a trick to lure him into the bait or a real thought.

After thinking for a while, he still took steps to find the other party's position.

He can only step in when the enemy is in the dark and he can't use magic.

Even if it was her trick, he could only use his life to lure her out before cracking it. Other cautions would only lead to slow death for him and the ordinary people in the camp.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he could no longer track Assassin, and could only wander back and forth in the mist like a blind man.

Just as he was getting more and more anxious, a warm light suddenly shone in front of him.

The golden light broke through the fog and shone on his body, warming up his wet and heavy body.

"That is?"

Assassin's screams came without warning.

The fog around him quickly dissipated.

Arash finally saw clearly what was happening on the other side of the mist.

Arthur held the holy sword shining with golden light, and there were golden spots of light that did not belong to the holy sword dissipating in the sky on the high ground far ahead.

Combined with the screams he just heard, Arash thought about what it was.

Arthur looked up.

Medea's departure made this fog without magic blessing unable to cover his sight.

He can even use her fog to cover his figure with some magic.

It happened that Assassin was injured by Arash, and he didn't realize that another strong man came in from the mist. When he wanted to slaughter ordinary people to heal his wounds, he inadvertently killed him in a sneak attack.

He scanned the camp where the fog had cleared.

The ground was full of human corpses, their chests were cut open by sharp weapons, their faces were full of pain, and the death conditions were extremely miserable.There are still many human beings who are still in a coma, some escaped by chance, and some were killed in their sleep.

There are bloody organs pulled out and hearts that were randomly bitten or completely pulled out and thrown on the ground.

It was much more miserable than last night's scene.

When Arthur saw this scene, he turned and left without thinking.

"I'll leave it to you here."

......

The brutal massacre by Assassin caused a great stir among the evacuated troops.

During the delay of Arthur and Medea Lily, she killed hundreds of soldiers and civilians at a speed close to massacre, causing the evacuation team to be greatly reduced again.

The number of casualties was not as high as that of that battle.

But just in the first night, so many people died silently, and even a lot of people died beside him in such a miserable, weird and terrifying way.

This naturally caused uneasiness and dissatisfaction among the common people and even the nobles.

He agreed to evacuate after clearly agreeing to protect everyone's safety. Now the speed of death will be almost dead in the next town, let alone the next city.

For a while, the camp became a mess.

The common people gathered to make trouble, and the soldiers let them join their ranks when they were powerless. The knights and nobles at the bottom also went up to their superiors.

I searched layer by layer, trying to find an explanation.

Earl Poker, as the nominal lord of this team, is naturally the most annoying person.

He was approached almost every hour of the day.

He wanted to find Arthur and ask him how he did it, to ask him what happened last night.

But Arthur didn't want to come out and get involved in this matter, so he hid early where they couldn't find it.

Earl Pokel couldn't find Arthur at all.

With the passage of time, the anger was suppressed by reason, and knowing that he could only rely on him if he wanted to survive, he had no choice but to ask Arash a few innocuous words, and bit the bullet to come forward to resolve the matter.

To put it simply, this matter is also simple.

They really have nowhere to go.

This incident caused the death toll to drop sharply again, and the cities in the rear have been abandoned.

There is no way for them to retreat, even the Duke of Poker has no way to go back on his word.

The retreating troops had no choice but to bite the bullet and listen to Arthur's continued withdrawal, otherwise, let alone hundreds of people died overnight, they would all die here when Ulster's pursuers came after them.

Although the soldiers and the people were dissatisfied, they also understood this matter.

After being comforted by the kind words of Arash and Earl Poker, nothing happened

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The group continued on their way.

The next day and a half night trip did not have any problems.

Both Ku Chulainn and Medea Lily knew exactly how powerful Arthur's holy sword was.

Medea Lily reminded Finn and Diarmuid before leaving, telling them the real power of Arthur's Star Sword.

Finn and Diarmuid are not stupid either.

Under the leadership of Finn and Diarmuid, Ulster's army maintained a speed that was neither far nor near.It will not completely lose the target, and it can provide effective support during the pincer attack, and it will not allow Arthur to turn around and use the holy sword to deal with them.

But Assassin's death left them with less ability to harass.

The departure of Medea Lily has completely and completely lost this ability.

Finn and Diarmuid couldn't harass them personally.

Not to mention Arthur, just Arash is enough for them to eat a pot.

The two of Arthur and Arash joined forces and were harassed by Robin Hood who hid and survived that day, not to mention the Ulster troops they brought, both of them had to die there.

With the helpless acquiescence of the rear, everything is going according to plan.

Under the pursuit of the rear and the previous death, Duke Pokel's evacuation troops did not dare to take a large-scale rest. They only took a short rest, and most of the time they were on their way non-stop.

Everyone hopes to rest safely in the next town.

At this speed, the evacuees reached the next town hours earlier than expected.