Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

Of course, if Bozokasti can let go of his reserve, there is a way to greatly shorten the recovery time.

However, Ozwald had known that for the "rebellious" old man, the use of cannibalism on the battlefield was the limit, and he would never use his sharp teeth and fangs to show that the Wendigo race was truly widespread. This is the origin of the legendary name that even the Sakaz people fear - even in the face of the dying wish of their beloved wife to be one with each other, they find it difficult to abide by and carry out the tradition of the Wendigo.

During this period of time when the damaged limbs were gradually regenerated and restored to a relatively intact state, the shield guards who had been notified in advance of what was about to happen and realized that the battle here might have ended gradually moved closer. come over.

At this time, when they saw the red dragon in the center of the ruins, looking like a victor, most of the shield guards felt unbelievable at the result... These came because they heard the legend of the Patriots and admired the reputation of the Infected Shield. The newcomers were unable to accept the defeat of the invincible myth in their hearts.

In comparison, the old people who were left behind from the guerrilla days in the north will be much better off.

Although it is still very shocking, at the same time there is also a sigh of "Ah, this day has finally arrived" and a small expectation for the wind of change that is about to blow again - under these complex psychology, these veteran soldiers Offering congratulations and congratulations to Ozwald, he came to the side of the patriot.He tentatively spoke to the Wendigo who had not said a word during the healing process:

"Captain....Are you okay, Captain?"

"...The physical injuries are mostly fine. It's just that the thoughts in my heart...are hard to control."

With his head lowered, the Patriot stared at his newly regenerated limbs, which were still fragile and weak due to lack of time; he gently touched his chest... and the light in his pupils went out.

He seemed to be chewing.

Chewing on the feeling of having his chest penetrated, his spine being shattered, his life no longer under his control and letting others take it away... the throbbing feeling.

He almost thought he had forgotten how it felt.

It has not happened for 200 years.

Defeated, and defeated miserably.

but--

Unbelievable.

There was no regret in the chest covered by this palm. Instead, it was full of relief and joy... It seemed that Bozhuoka had been looking forward to this for a long time, many days, and many years!

"..."

Surrounded by his subordinates, the ancient Wendigo raised his head again, and rekindled his eyes that lit up like flames to look at the red dragon not far away.

Noticing his gaze, Ozwald also smiled.

"What's wrong? Old man. Do you have anything to say to me?"

"There are many, but this place is not suitable. Therefore, there is only one thing that can be done."

Wendigo said solemnly.

"It's time to fulfill the promise between you and me."

"It does seem so."

Nodding slightly, Ozwald Artoris stood up from the stone and turned to face the Patriot.

Meanwhile, the ancient Wendigo stared at the young Drake, and then, with a heavy creak, his thick body moved slowly.

A body as stable as a mountain, as if it would not collapse, like a rock in a storm, a man who has always been stubborn, under the eyes of many people who are not very able to react yet——

The father kneels before the savior of his daughter, the patriot before the new emperor with whom he can identify.

The extremely ancient bloodline of Sarkaz warriors once again knelt down and swore allegiance to a 'child' who might be less than one-tenth of his age.

It was as if nearly a hundred years ago, the Wendigo, who had left his homeland and sought a new place to live, knelt down sincerely towards the ambitious young man who had gathered the desire for the rise of Ursus, and swore that he would use his Be loyal to him throughout your life, defend his ideals, and practice the glory of Ursus

'Haha...it's really a familiar scene' - someone who has been paying attention to this occupation said softly. While it was still pleasant, it also had some inexplicable meaning for which the specific reason was not known.

"His Majesty."

"Very good! You will eventually know that this is the best decision you have ever made in your life, Bozokasti.

Everything you want, all your hard work, and all your dreams will be truly handed into your hands tonight with your decision. [Peace of mind] will be with you until you reach the kingdom of heaven tomorrow. "

Ignoring the shield guards, Ozwald held his head high and accepted Bodrocaste's allegiance.

And following his words, the Origin Stone skills bloomed behind him, like a giant dragon made of fire, covered in scales and with horns reaching into the sky. It had eyes and throats like molten fire, roaring silently and opening its huge dragon. His wings separated the pressure from the natural disaster that was currently covering Qicheng, covering the patriots and the shield guards behind them who hesitated for a while but finally also knelt down.

"Remember, I am the only one you need to loyal to in the rest of your life; not the country or the legion, but the red dragon named Ozwald Artoris---you will fight for your own Live your ideals and fight for me!”

The patriots held the great halberds that had been picked up by their subordinates, bowed their knees and bowed their heads; they listened silently to the king's teachings, just like they listened to the young man they had known for less than a night standing in Ursus nearly a hundred years ago. In the cold wind, he preached to them the vision of the future.

"I will give you everything you want, equality and glory; but whether you can keep it in the end depends on how far you can go for it - because I am fair, whether you are infected or infected, I will give you both equal and generous rights and benefits without any bias. But if in this healthy competition, you lose the fruits of victory due to negligence or laziness, then I will also No more bias. Vice versa."

"Now, Bozokasti. Take your subordinates and carry out your first mission - with my [Heartscale]."

The holy sword, which had been lost outside the battlefield that had changed countless times, penetrated the sky like a meteor, shrieked, fell and penetrated in front of the Wendigo who knelt in front of his monarch, emitting a bright and extinguishing light like breathing.

"Follow orders."

The patriot answered quickly, and while nodding slightly, he stretched out his hand to hold the holy sword that belonged to the master in front of him... his thick and broad palm unexpectedly touched it very gently, as if the courtier was carefully protecting it. Like his own king.

It was at the same time that he touched this weapon with a pulse that the patriot felt a slight suction... taking away a little bit of his life as an unqualified person, but then - the red dragon's will flowed through it, He knew what he was going to do next and the new name he would be given.

As a member of the round table.

Although this initial mission order was different from Bodrokas's original intention of helping his master capture the tyrant and bring order to chaos, as a minister, he would not question the will of his king.

Even with a little uneasiness and worry, he would only choose to complete the order with even more strength, so he would return to the monarch's side earlier and stay loyal.

"Love...Mr. Patriot? You...what do you want to do?"

Seeing this scene, some infected people finally couldn't help but ask questions with a little trembling. Some of them were even members of Faust's phantom crossbowmen.

They were all attracted by the huge dragon during the battle.Then I saw this scene.

"Tallulah has been controlled by Ursus' evil power and has deviated from our original ideals."

Holding a halberd in one hand and a sword in the other, Bozhuo Kasti said, speaking clearly and smoothly. It seemed that the red dragon had taken some of the ores from his body to reduce the level of the disease to a certain extent - it was just that he had been suffering from illness for many years. He would only pause slightly during individual conversations because of the habit he had been forced to develop.

But at this moment, in order to highlight the will of the new king to whom they are loyal, patriots will "overcome" their own habits.

When the Patriot announced to the infected, the shield guards silently moved closer to the Patriot and the Red Dragon... Although they had thoughts in their hearts, after all, they had already passed their breath and knew that the two would meet after the battle. Some results.In addition, as a patriot supporter, there is nothing wrong with being loyal to the leader of the northern guerrillas together with him.

"Should you have seen the black snow falling in the distance? It is such a harbinger of [the kingdom]. The people of Ursus must be aware of the symbolic meaning of this, so I will not say more."

The patriot continued, his voice full of majesty.

"Frost Star, my daughter, she left just to prepare for this moment, to fight for the future that the infected people like us have gradually skewed - and now is the time to reorganize the integration movement!"

He roared angrily, his voice resounding through the sky: "Now, I will work with His Majesty Ozwald of the Knights of the Round Table to capture the mind-controlled Tallulah and bring the integration movement back on track! I will not stop anyone who stands in the way. Show mercy!”

Afterwards, the patriots no longer paid attention to those who seemed to be sluggish due to the huge amount of information. For a while, some of the integration movements were silent and began to lead their relatives' shield guards towards the energy area where the black snow was falling. go ahead.

Just like what he said, those who stand in the way will be regarded as the minions of the Black Snake, and he will show no mercy!

"Integrate the movement and I will march."

True Terra Legend of King Arthur-The Last Day of Qicheng: 80 Outfield---Wei Yanwu is simply wasting my youth

The words are divided into two parts. The violent chaos that the core city of Chernobog is currently experiencing cannot be hidden from the eyes of onlookers.The natural disaster that is coming again is really a perfect opportunity for those who are looking for an opportunity to stop it and completely paralyze it.

At this time, just like the battle between the red dragon and the Wendigo that started due to the agreement, it was also going on in the wilderness of Terra close to the outside of the core city.

"I shouldn't see you here, Ge Rui."

Looking at the old man Zalak standing on the road he must pass, the Governor of Longmen narrowed his eyes:

"You're not here for a walk. Even if you were, you shouldn't be wasting my time."

Hearing this, the Rat King, who was holding a cane, chuckled.

"It's a waste of time to catch up with an old friend I've known for decades. Do you really still think of me as a friend, my friend Wei Yanwu? And if so, then promise me..."

"——No way, I won't promise you anything."

Before Lin Gerui finished speaking, Wei Yanwu flatly refused.

Governor Longmen knew what his black glove in charge of the slums wanted to say and what he wanted to ask for... and because of this, he would not agree.

When Wei Yanwu came here and left Longmen... he had already made his decision.A decision that no one can stop.

Lin Gerui was not surprised by this result.

They have known each other for too long. The decades of acquaintance have made the Rat King know what kind of person Wei Yanwu is... and what kind of decision the Governor of Longmen will make when faced with certain situations.

"It's not enough to talk about it. Let's do it, old friend. As long as I'm here, you can't go anywhere today."

"...Don't think too highly of yourself. Lin Gerui."

"Haha, I want to return this sentence to you. Wei Yanwu, you have been condescending for too long and have lost your popularity. It will be good for you to come down and have some air."

"——Then don't duck your waist...old thing."

"To each other. Governor Wei."

In response to Yanlong's sneer, dust began to spread around the Rat King.

His body is old; it is difficult to straighten his back, and his legs and feet have become awkward... But in this world, old people also have their benefits.As long as you are not really too old to be able to walk, the accumulation brought by these years is your advantage.

What's more, Lin Gerui is a warlock who doesn't use swords!

Sandstorms blew across the wasteland of Terra, and countless swords, swords, axes, halberds and spears were formed together with the sand shields to protect the caster... But apart from these clear and tangible things, billions of tiny sand The rapid circulation of grains will cause terrible damage, just like dripping water cutting through stone... but more powerful.

But even so, Lin Gerui didn't dare to be careless.He knew that the Governor of Longmen in front of him was troublesome and terrifying based on the years and abilities given by his racial origin.As a Zarak, it is difficult to erase this gap with just a dozen years of life.

In particular, this guy taught Chen Huijie the dragon-slaying sword Chi Xiao and the accompanying Chi Xiao swordsmanship.

That is, while having non-stop lethality, it can also show the cutting function against other people's spells, which is the secret skill of Yanlong.

The Rat King was not sure whether Wei Yanwu was carrying a sword at this moment, or whether it was a functional object that could replace the sword...such as the pipe he had always kept with him?Could it be that one?

No, it's his hands! !

Compared with what Chen Huijie unleashed upstairs in the Guards Bureau, the murderous intent was faster, fiercer, and more ferocious as the scarlet sword light appeared at Wei Yanwu's fingertips!

Cutting through the tornado of sand and dust, tearing apart the incoming weapons, breaking the shield protecting the whole body, and finally chopping off the carefully groomed beard, he finally stopped in front of his throat!

"Use your fingers to perform the Chixiao Sword Technique. No wonder you never wear a real sword now..."

Touching his throat with lingering fear, the Rat King, who was driven to death by the evil aura, looked at Wei Yanwu with even more embarrassment.

He originally thought that it was the result of not being able to find a replacement after handing Chi Xiao over to Hui Jie... After all, everyone knew that the relationship between Wei Yanwu and his brother, the current True Dragon, was extremely bad. In this case, it was reasonable... until this moment. .

"You have forgotten what you should do and what you shouldn't do, old man. Even though your magic is superb, you still look forward and backward - you have never even entertained the thought of killing me. Why are you still standing in front of me? How dare you stop in front of me?!"

Taking a step forward and continuing to slash the Cloud-Splitting Sword at the Rat King, Wei Yanwu's eyes were as bright as a torch and his voice was as sharp as a sword: "Do you really believe that that brat Victoria and his gang of shrimp soldiers and crab generals recruited from nowhere can accomplish anything? You can stop it. Cosiche’s conspiracy!?”

"——I am not an old person like me who can say things about young people accurately, but I firmly believe that Wei Yanwu will only do bad things if you go."

The Rat King replied.

This made Wei Yanwu look at him with even colder eyes.

"Tell me, Lin Gerui, have you ever hesitated when I killed someone?"

"Then you have hesitated too many times.",

Dragging his body with sand to avoid the incoming slashes, the Rat King responded with a nod of approval: "For example, before killing Master Edward, before killing the mother of Huijie's child, your Before my sister married that wimp...you hesitated. Of course, it was just hesitation, but there was no delay."

"......you!"

Wei Yanwu was so angry that even the attack on his hand was interrupted for a few seconds: "How long do you want to stop me?

Rat King: "Stop me until I die - or until I am stopped in the core city."

No matter what finally brought the city to a halt, it was Ozwald, the red dragon who was supposed to rescue Tallulah, or the miracles reflected in the light of the conscience of the infected people who burned, killed and looted in the Integration Movement.Even the troops sent by Emperor Ursus himself will do.

Anyway, as long as it's not Wei Yanwu... As long as Wei Yanwu can't enter the core city of Chernobog, Tallulah still has a chance to survive.

Lin Gerui would not let this child, who had owed so much to them back then, face the sharp blade of the person who killed her father again.

"Lin Gerui! Don't challenge my patience!"

"...Then you can take action directly, Chief Wei. I didn't stop you from striking Edward back then. It's impossible for me to see you make the same mistake today. If that happens, why don't you let me, this old bone, die first? It feels more comfortable in your hands."

The Rat King stood in front of Wei Yanwu without taking a step back, stopping him from any thoughts of moving forward.

This old Zalak seems to really intend to die here.

Wei Yanwu felt so determined and was very angry.

What he didn't want to see even more was the sudden sound of a gunshot just as the balance of victory was gradually tilting toward him.

A bullet hit Wei Yanwu in the back of the head under the action of propellant.

Governor Longmen did not dodge or parry.

He knew what kind of toy the bullet was fired from, and its power could at best break the car glass and cause a few red and painful hits to ordinary people.

Not to mention hurting him at all.