Mordred also noticed that some people were injured due to the overturning of the river, but who told them to come forward to watch when they saw the heroic spirits fighting? This is the lesson that such people deserve.
As for the damaged houses and vehicles on both sides of the river... they can only be handed over to the National Land Retrieval Committee.
Anyway, because of being close to Mordred's thigh, Snow has become the chairman of the powerful committee, and now is the time to be high-spirited.
"Hey, it seems that you are also a strong man with domineering power. This appearance in the world is really pleasant!"
Hearing Mordred's unhurried words, Iskandar smiled with satisfaction and praised.
In his eyes, a strong man should have this kind of spirit.
Even if you make a mistake, it is a mistake that can make people learn something.
"Speaking of which, little girl, do you want to become my subordinate and follow me, Iskandar, to fight all the way to the end of the world!"
Spreading his hands, Iskandar revealed his broad chest muscles and the unreserved heat in his eyes.
A strong person like this who can control the waves is exactly what he needs to break through the end of the sea.
"What are you dreaming about? I am the son of King Arthur and the best Knight of the Round Table, Mordred!"
When he heard that Iskandar actually planned to take him under his command, Mordred's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Without thinking, she used the surfboard in her hand as a flying prop, crossed the distance between the two and hit Iskandar.
"Hahaha, this is such a violent knight!"
The muscles in his hands swelled, and Iskandar used his strong body to withstand the blow without any care, showing off his body full of masculine power without reservation.
The surfboard hit his thick arm muscles and made a dull roar, which was enough to prove the impeccable courage of the conquering king.
"Since your king is King Arthur, then wait until I defeat King Arthur and then include you all in my army!"
After adjusting his stance, Iskandar folded his arms and smiled heartily.
"Huh, it's just you? Don't let me be shot through by my father, including people and cars."
After catching the rebounding surfboard, Mordred said angrily.
"That's it...that's it for today's greetings. Let's meet on the battlefield."
"You should know about the undead raging in the north."
"That's where heroes should go. I'll definitely see more heroes then. I'm looking forward to the day when many strong men will gather together!"
Pointing to the relief of the Mediterranean Sea, Iskandar showed a meaningful smile, then got on the chariot, grabbed the reins and drove the chariot straight into the sky.
All that was left was the heartfelt laughter.
"Hey, you're bleeding."
After the chariot flew high into the sky, Webbert discovered that there were many cracks in the muscles of Iskandar's arms, and a large amount of blood was already pouring out of them. It seemed that he had received an angry blow from Mordred. injured.
"Hahaha! This is the price of reaching out to a loyal knight!"
"Fight!"
Laughing nonchalantly, the Conqueror swung the reins to increase the speed of the ox cart.
"Hey...you unreliable conquering king."
Webbert sighed deeply, feeling that the future was really dark.
Although he complained, he quickly took off his coat and used the not-too-thick coat as a bandage to wrap up Iskandar's wound.
"Where are we going?"
Feeling the biting cold wind at high altitude, Webbert retracted into the car with a confused expression.
Now he no longer dares to go back to his dormitory in Wudu, and he is even more afraid of facing the teacher's anger.
You know, he took away the holy relics and spellcasting materials prepared by the teacher before he could summon Iskandar.
This is equivalent to robbing someone else's heroic spirit. God knows how angry the teacher will be.
"Of course I am going to a war. The best place to train a person is the battlefield."
After moving his bandaged right arm, Iskandar was surprised to find that the bleeding had been stopped.
It seems that this kid is really capable, at least he can handle emergency medical treatment.
"War? Where is there any war on the earth now..."
Halfway through his words, Webbert couldn't continue.
Although there is a temporary truce between humans, the stronger and more terrifying alien gods and the Lostbelt have arrived.
"You shouldn't..."
A bad premonition arose in Webbert's mind. This horrifying thought made his teeth tremble. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or the cold.
"I can feel the scent of an old enemy in that direction."
Pointing forward, Iskandar's expression became serious for the first time.
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Although he wanted to drive his chariot to the plains of the eastern Mediterranean in one breath and have a hearty war with Darius III, reality ruthlessly blocked Iskandar.
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"Even if you are a conquering king, there is nothing you can do about the English Channel."
As the chariot lowered to the ground, Webbert said teasingly.
Just now, Iskandar wanted to leave the British Isles and head to Eurasia, but only after flying to the English Channel did he realize that such a long-distance movement cannot be supported by personal magic.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I was stopped by the ocean again this time."
"The reason why I can't fly is because my level as a heroic spirit is not high enough, and the magic power provided by you as the master is not enough."
"After becoming a Heroic Spirit, if you have enough supplies, it won't be a dream to drive an ox cart around the world in one go!"
Iskandar rubbed the back of his head and said with some regret. Because of the battle with Mordred, he did not retain much magic power, and Webbert was not very good as a master, so he wanted to If you want to go to the eastern Mediterranean, you may have to find another way.
But halfway through speaking, he couldn't help but become excited again.
Now he has lost his physical body, but he has the body of a heroic spirit. In this form, as long as there is sufficient magic power to supplement it, it is possible to drive a chariot across the skies of the world.
"In that case, we will definitely be defeated... Don't think that all countries are like Da Ying, reluctant to send out fighter formations."
Webbert was speechless at the unreliable heroic spirit he had summoned. In fact, the King of Conqueror's chariot couldn't fly too high, and its speed was only that high, which was a bit too high for those high-tech air combat aircraft made by humans. Like a target.
To put it nicely, a moving target.
"Hey, you really know how to say depressing words."
"When you encounter difficulties, you can't just complain. You have to find a way to solve it."
"By the way...Have you figured out where we'll stay tonight?"
Iskandar laughed and patted Webbert on the back, causing the thin Master to stumble.
They are now in a small town on the outskirts of Fog City. Because Webbert dare not return to his residence in Fog City, and he has even thrown away his mobile phone to avoid being located, shelter and food have become problems. .
"If you want to cross the English Channel... you have to find a way to sneak into the ferry tomorrow morning. This is not difficult for a magician."
"And where to live..."
Webbert looked ahead with some hesitation. There was a small independent manor there, which seemed to be a place where old people in the country lived. The surrounding decoration and management style showed an old-fashioned atmosphere.
"It seems that I can only stay here for one night..."
With the sentence "Sorry to bother you" as the preface, Webbert knocked on the door of the manor owner, and then, in the incomprehensible eyes of the two old men, he persuaded them with a magician's tone, allowing himself and his servants to obtain a place to live. place.
"By the way, why do you have to go to the border of Europe and Asia? Although the conflict between Iraq and Iran has subsided a little in the past two years, it is still one of the most chaotic areas in the world."
After settling in, Webbert asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.
Ever since Iskandar was summoned, he has repeatedly mentioned that he wants to go to the Persian plains and fight there for a fateful war, but this statement is really without end.
"The moment I was summoned, I could always feel the man's aura."
"His army is growing and his wealth is increasing, and will soon reach an unstoppable level."
"I can feel that he has thrown all reason behind in order to compete with me this time."
Iskandar sighed as he picked up the bubbling wine glass in front of him.
"Tsk, is this cold beer? It's really good!"
The cold and boiling liquid slides down the throat and into the body. This experience is not comparable to that of ancient brewing.
"Can you make it clearer...isn't this too abstract?"
There was a drop of cold sweat on Webbert's forehead. It made no difference whether he had said this or not.
And that beer... seems to have been hidden deep in the refrigerator by the man of the house, right?
"Hmm... I don't know for sure, but someone is challenging me, the conquering king Iskandar."
"Faced with such a warm invitation, as a king, you cannot shrink back."
"Besides, I have a hunch that this will be a grand gathering of heroes. There must be many strong people heading in that direction."
Iskandar raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Ha~ cool!"
"In order to achieve the king's hegemony and recruit more powerful people under his command, it is impossible for me not to go to that kind of place!"
"How about it? It will also be a good place to hone your mind. Maybe you can get rid of your timid character when you get to the battlefield."
Winking at his master, Iskandar let out a hearty laugh.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't laugh so loudly! The owner of this house has already gone to bed! It would be rude for us to stay here without permission. Don't disturb other people's sleep!"
When Webbert lowered his voice to stop him, Iskandar obediently covered his mouth, being careful not to let the sound reach the ears of the old couple upstairs.
"Okay, I probably understand what you're saying."
Although what Iskandar said was vague, Webbert was not a stupid magician.
Judging from the intelligence obtained recently, it is speculated that something must be happening in the eastern Mediterranean region that Iskandar has paid special attention to.
"Could it be that the Holy Grail has appeared... This can also explain why there are many heroic spirits rushing to the border area between Europe and Asia."
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