Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1264, you can't do this.

Miraculously, after walking out of the castle gate, Jilian felt that her strength had recovered - just because the power had recovered, she once again felt the horror of Modred.

By his side, it seems that there are countless grievances and ghosts roaring all the time... These grievances and evil spirits even want to swallow his body.

For a moment, Jilian thought of pain... the pain of being bitten by madness.

But it seems to be just an illusion. The cold wind blows, what she sees is the appearance of this ordinary and thin.

She looked far away at the Lino Grand Knight who couldn't afford it... This is also a powerful knight, but if she gives it to her, she can only adopt a roundabout strategy.

"You should have stopped other knights just now." Jilian frowned at this moment: "At this time, you have left the prison, I am afraid it has been reported to the Cavaliers.... Forget it, let's leave here first. Let's go."

"Let's wait a little longer, there are a few little guys." while Modred said, he looked up and looked at the night sky.

Miss Witch stunned and saw the night sky. I don’t know when it was hovering over a transport plane... At this time, three figures were jumping off the transport plane.

They landed, the sub-station triangle... Jilian looked at her eyes, and her face suddenly became difficult to look!

The three people who came down from the transport plane were two of the twelve round table knights who had had a relationship with her a few hours ago... Gareth and the clown!

As for Gareth and the clown, standing on the third corner is a woman in a tuxedo.

Miss Gillian’s face showed an ugly smile on her face, and she licked her hair. “It seems that Dear Pugins still believes me, but there are a few one-way followers. Then, stand here. This beautiful lady, since she can act with Gareth and Mr. Clown, I think it should be the only Lancelot who has inherited the name of [Lancelot·Du-Lake] as a woman. ?"

"I think he should have rejected you from the very beginning." Gareth said with a blank expression, his eyes were locked in Modred.

In fact, Mr. Clown is the same as Lancelot... They don’t care much about the witches of the soul.

Miss Witch apparently did not care about their contempt, but smiled and said: "The people of the myth of the last days are still lurking on the land of your country... Some people don’t go to encirclement, but instead escorted me here, are you really afraid of wasting time? ""

"This is not certain, maybe the threat here is even bigger." The clown showed a smile.

In fact, they are all close to... Gareth, the clown, and Lancelot. At this time, they are approaching step by step, and completely locked the witch's thinking, any route that can escape.

Even if she is the most fierce and worst of the knights, but at the same time facing three twelve round tables, her heart is somewhat bottomless... After all, how to say that the toxins in Modred are only one and a half clear. : In his words.

Even if he hits the statues of the great knights and the former round table knights, it is only the soul that retains a small amount of power during their lifetime.

And the three of Gareth, it is completely inherited the strength of the Knights of the Round Table, the contemporary of the peak period...

"You, is this generation of twelve knights?" Mordred looked, from Gareth to the clown, to Lancelot, his eyes finally stopped on Lancelot, slightly wrinkled. Frowning.

"Exactly." Gareth is reliable on serious occasions... at least more reliable than the clown next to him. "Farrell, please go back to the castle... your sentence, there are seven hundred and nine Thirteen years."

"Farrell..." Modred took a sigh of relief. "For a long time no one called my name."

"After all, you have been deprived of the name of [Mordred]." Mr. Clown's smile turned into a crying face, it was a joke-like tone: "Although the Cavaliers have no way to deprive you of the inheritance of [Mordred], So far, [Mordred] is still hanging."

Modred... Farrell was silent for a while, and slowly said: "I promised this soul witch to help her do something. After the event, I will come back...how, I don't want to be here. Draw a sword at the twelve round table."

"So..." Mr. Clown's crying face turned into a smile. "I suddenly thought of a better way... If the woman is dead, then you don't have to go out, right?"

laugh--!

A cold light, between this sudden, directly spurred toward the soul witch... It is a flying knife in the hands of the clown Dagonit!

But the witch who had been secretly guarded was not panicked. When she was preparing to resist it, the sword of the Golden Sword stood in front of her and blocked the flying knife.

The clown's flying knife is not a real attack... At the moment when the flying knife is shot, his figure moves, and in the moment when the golden sword is blocked, it is already close to Farrell's face. It is a simple punch. Farrell's face.

Don't look at Mr. Clown who is not tall and doesn't look strong, but among the current twelve knights, he is the one with the highest physical strength and the highest strength.

It’s just a punch that’s directly hit, but it’s not able to lick Farrell’s method... even the displacement of his cheeks failed!

In an instant, Farrell’s head leaned back slightly, then slammed forward very quickly—the forehead hit the head of the clown directly.

Hey -!

The clown flew out in an instant!

"Occasionally, Dagonet has been overwhelmed by the power of the body..." Gareth was shocked, but the reaction was extremely fast. At the moment when Mr. Clown flew out, there was no hesitation, and the sword in his hand had already Sting out!

The tip of the sword is like a lightning bolt, quickly piercing the 18th combo, but let Farrell close his eyes and easily flash the past... the sword wind penetrating from the tip of the sword, while the castle gate behind him At the wall, eighteen holes were pierced.

"Not fast enough."

The sound, in the ear of Gareth, the pain also spread from his chest at this moment... It was the hilt of the golden sword, which hit the chest of Gareth directly - he was like Like a clown, it flies out.

Just before and after a few seconds, when the clown climbed up from the ground, it was the moment when Gareth greeted him. The clown took Gareth.

They glanced at each other and then suddenly took a necklace from their neck... The necklace was the source of the strength of the twelve round tables.

However, at the moment when their inheritance power appeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of us... The power of inheritance flowed through the two, and the radiance and addition was the coming of Sheng Kaijia, which was able to trigger the power of the twelve knights.

"Too slow! Too slow!"

Farrell’s gold sword was directly drawn, and each of them came to Gareth and the clown... They didn’t fully show the holy armor, they were broken instantly!

Gareth spit out a blood... The inherited armor has not been put on, and he was knocked down again on the ground.

"What are the inheritors of this session?" Farrell’s big sword was once again pumped. This time, the clown was directly shot and shot in the air. "It takes a second to launch the holy armor... Do you dare to claim to be a round table?"

At the same time, there was a darkness behind Farrell... behind him, I don’t know when a black knight appeared!

The black armor wrapped the whole body, and a hint of purple-black light shone on the black armor!

"You are still like a spot, but it's just normal!"

Farrell turned, the big sword was not beaten this time, but a sword cut out... The black armor was shocked, and the sword was held up against it, but it was hit by a sword, and the whole body was sunk into the earth. Among them... the sword in the hands of the black armor, even a lot of cracks.

At the same time, a ripple-like impact was even spread out at this moment. The trees around the castle were directly impacted by the impact... Only a hundred meters away, this ripple gradually dissipated.

This is just an imitation of the carvings, not the true golden sword of Gawaine...

In less than ten seconds, the three round tables were so easily defeated in the other's hands... Gareth coughed up a blood, never thought that humans could be strong enough.

But he...has not used the power of [Mordred] inheritance!

Uh... The clown fell from the air at this time and fell directly to the ground, but it was motionless... lost consciousness.

"In this way, when the darkness comes again, when they reappear..." Farrell muttered to himself, "You, even one can't resist."

"Dark... they?" Gareth stood up reluctantly.

Farrell shook his head, and the golden sword in his hand made a circle, a slap in the face... Jianguang rushed out of a hundred meters. Since he started, he actually opened the island from here!

Looking at the sea water, Gareth has almost a feeling of suffocation.

"At least... this level is needed."

The golden sword was finally inserted on the ground by Farrell. He left the witch with him like this... Three round tables. In fact, the two round tables that are conscious are not blocking the strength.

Gareth took a step back and then fell directly to the ground...not afraid, just because the Hungarian bones have broken a lot.

"It's just as powerful as a joke..." Gareth said with a wry smile.

Half of the body is buried in the mud of the black armor, at this time the black armor scattered ... that exquisite facial features exposed, but also pale and bloodless.

She looked up at the night sky and saw a helicopter gunship slowly rising at this time, and then went away... She was silent for a long time before she slowly said: "Gareth, do you have the strength to pull me out?"

"Please give me at least an hour, or you can wake up this clown..."

Lancelot: emmmmm...

......

It is far more powerful than humans, and according to him, it only removes half of the toxins...that is, at this time, he only has one or two percent of power!

can! Absolutely! ! If you have this person, you can get the document: "Akexia Record"!

There are absolutely no more powerful people in this world!

The witch, who was driving the helicopter, had a flush on her face... The body was completely in a state of extreme excitement, and was not looking at Mordred sitting in the back...or Farrell.

I don't know if it's illusory, this man's face doesn't seem to be as thin as it started... It seems like a little bit of meat?

The door of the helicopter is open.

Farrell looked at the outside, the water below it was flowing, and a little bit of fluorescence fell from the bottle in his hand and landed on the sea... A little bit of fluorescence drifted along the waves along the sea, and finally went out. .

These are the great knights, the heroes of the twelve knights... Although they are only part of it, and they have lost the carrier, they can’t stay too long, so it’s too wasteful to spill out.

Despite this, the witch just opened her mouth and did not choose to point out the other party's... It was only her mother who met Farrell, and she only knew the legend of Farrell from various channels.

"Who is your father?" Farrell asked suddenly.

Jilian shrugged: "I have not seen him. My mother told me that my father has already died... Maybe you can tell me, after all, you seem to know my mother too?"

Farrell frowned and silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Aquexia Record, why do you know its existence?"

Miss Witch squinted: "This is going to be said from a musician who is very talented but who likes to explore... but he is not harvesting the Accra Record, just a few pages of the Dead Sea "I have." I have printed these pages of "Dead Sea Documents" from his hand. Although the prints do not have the power of "documents," they are the same as the clues to the "Accord Records." ”

"It’s just a few pages of the Dead Sea Instrument, and it’s not the same.” Farrell said in a hurry: "No one has ever been together with the Dead Sea Instrument. You still give up and change another request."

"Why, even the most fierce and most evil knight in the history, Modred, is also discouraged from the "Dead Sea Documents"?" Jilian smiled. "In this case, you defeated the three rounds of the table at one time, but it will be People’s impressions are greatly discounted."

“Do you really want to find the Aksha Record?” Farrell suddenly asked.

"Otherwise, I will save you a lot of hardships, obviously not because I am like a little girl, admiring you."

"After you found the "Accord Record", you...what to do." Farrell asked again.

Miss Witch looked at the night sky in front of her, and made a silver-like laugh... just a laugh, and did not answer.

"My name, Farrell." He also looked outside, "Medred, is dead."

"It doesn't matter." Miss Witch said softly: "As long as you can help me, even if I ask you to call you the Lord, it doesn't matter..."

Farrell shook his head. "Go to Camran."

"Camran?" Miss Witch snorted. "Where isn't...go to that place?"

"Since I am going to look for the "Accord Record", I naturally need to get back some things." Farrell said lightly: "This document has been looking for, not just your little witch..."

"You mean, non-human?" The witch frowned. "Strong? Stronger than you?"

"You don't want to know, really strong, what is it..." He slowly closed his eyes and ignored the witch lady.

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PS1: Turned over the reward record, and salvaged a cute "world's most lovely fat cockroach", and routinely gave tea to capitalism.

PS2: Then 27 becomes 29 OZT...

PS3: (7/29)......

(End of this chapter)