Roland, become my Noble Phantasm!

Although this description may be a bit strange, isn't it the truth?

However, this alien general was somewhat capable. The first time the magician walked into the room, he raised his head and reached out to grab the mace beside him. There were a lot of human faces on the mace. The bones, the pieced together bone masks are like the medals specially hung on the weapons of this alien general.

This alien general has also been fighting on the battlefield for many years. Not everyone's facial bones are qualified to be attached to his weapon. You must know that his weapon is usually even more powerful in battle. People collide with each other, and I embed the facial bones of these people on weapons, and I also want to bring these people to witness his glory.

Regardless of whether the person who has been defeated by him is willing to watch him ascend to the great position.

Arrogant, barbaric or capricious, these titles don't matter, all he has to do is to obtain a piece of land for his people where they can live wantonly.

After the general picked up the mace in his hand, he swung it straight ahead quickly. The tip of the mace was inserted into the tip of the magician's nose, and it slid quickly, but the magician who the general expected fell directly. The scene of falling to the ground and frightening the crap out of him did not appear, and the person who also discussed cooperation with him at that time, how could it be an ordinary magician.

Looking at the weapon brushing against the bridge of his nose, the magician just rubbed his nose lightly, and finally raised his eyebrows, "A barbarian is a barbarian, with no elegance at all. How come you greet guests when you meet them for the first time? of?"

The generals put down the mace in their hands, and finally raised their legs directly, raised their chins slightly to look at the magician in front of them, and nodded lightly with their fingers, "Oh, they are just pretending to be tricksters, why? Do you still want me to treat you respectfully? Don’t think I don’t know you guys, you guys have found my subordinates during this time, how do you count these losses?”

A fierce light flashed in the general's eyes. If he was angry, he must be angry, but the general also understood that he was not the opponent of such a bunch of magicians, and now was not the time to turn against these guys.

"If I didn't want to educate those guys, don't trust others to obey military orders, do you think you can take my soldiers away?"

The magician also understands the impasse in front of him, it is impossible to really turn against him, so he is confident.

"Anyway, we are not the ones who killed your soldiers. From the current point of view, if you don't get rid of those guys, you can't explain it to that Vortigern king. How about it? How about our cooperation this time? "

The general of the foreign race touched his chin, and there was a little more thought in his eyes. The original prophecy about the red dragon and the white dragon had already made the young king more anxious and irritable. The abnormal movement from the boundary line of time made the king more and more angry and upset.

If the commotion on the border cannot be resolved as soon as possible, it is hard to say what the king will do.

The general has also been with Vortigern for a while, and the longer the time together, the more the general can see the old king. Under the seemingly kind and gentle appearance, there is such a kindness in his heart. Distortion, if it is a demon, there is no problem.

However, this old king still doesn't like to express his true thoughts and goals in front of everyone, so even if he secretly solves his uncomfortable existence, it is done in secret, and at the same time, he will suppress his suppressed anger If it's all vented, no one should want to know what happened to those people who were secretly dealt with?

Thinking of this, the general took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness and anger in his heart for the time being, and then looked coldly at the magician in front of him, "I hope you didn't treat us as pawns this time, otherwise even If you want to tear your face apart, I will smash your head with the mace in my hand!"

The magician nodded, a black mist wrapped around his body, and his whole body began to dissipate gradually. The matter has been talked about, and then he should leave the stage. As a qualified and elegant magician, of course, he should leave the stage in a different way. different.

The figure of the magician gradually faded, and the final voice was like an echo in the corridor, which generally reached the general's ears, "Don't worry, we are serious this time, let us cooperate to set a trap .”

Chapter 33: Dream Time

On this day, Aslan was learning magic with Morgan, and as a result, there was a loud noise in his ears, as if something was being celebrated in the nearby city outside the carriage, and soon someone came to Aslan's carriage. , gently knocked on the door of the carriage, and the knocker was an extremely thin boy with a smile on his face.

"Hello, we are holding a celebration, although there is no special and expensive food, but can you please share this happiness with us?"

Judging from the clothes the boy was wearing, this child should be just the most ordinary people in this border area.

Aslan poked his head out of the window of the carriage, and saw not only this boy but also other civilians celebrating together, smiling at everyone who passed by, and at the same time inviting passers-by to join their celebration.

Morgan still has the expression that everything in the world has nothing to do with him, and he has no curiosity or desire to participate in the celebration or not.

On the contrary, Mei Luxin has already stretched out her head, raised her nose slightly, breathed the air, and felt the smell of barbecue from the air. Although it is not as delicious as the roasted meat from Aslan's home, it is still rare. Some are delicious, and it seems that these people are really serious about celebrating this day.

But what exactly is the celebration in this conflict-ridden and war-torn region?

Aslan turned his attention back to the boy beside the carriage, with a smile on his face, he asked softly, "Can you tell us why you are celebrating?"

The boy scratched his forehead, carefully recalling what his elders said to him, and then explained, "We have been under the rule of the false king (Vortigern) before, and there were frequent battles here. Our previous life There is no guarantee at all, and now we have successfully resisted!!"

The boy clenched his fists, and he looked extremely excited. It seemed that he was really happy and happy for their successful resistance, but judging by the boy's current age, I am afraid that the real happiness is because those who are cooking Barbecue bar.

However, the entire small town exudes a cheerful atmosphere, and more and more passers-by or soldiers join in the carnival.

Aslan turned his head and glanced at Morgan, who was sitting dignifiedly in the carriage. The black veil covered her entire expression. After all, they and Morgan are still companions now. Whether they want to participate in this celebration, of course, they still need to discuss with Morgan. For a moment, "That..."

Aslan thought for a moment, but he still couldn't find a suitable explanation. Although it was fine to speak directly to the witch, Morgan didn't look like a person who wanted to participate in this kind of celebration, but the fact was different from that of Aslan. Lan thought a little differently. Before Aslan could figure out what to say, Morgan raised his hand first, and a magical light enveloped the entire carriage.

When the magical atmosphere gradually dissipated, the entire carriage entered a state of tranquility.

"Don't worry about me."

Morgan raised his head, his eyes looked directly at Aslan through the black veil, "I don't care about that."

Whether she participates in the celebration or not, whether the surroundings are lively or calm has nothing to do with her.

Leaving aside how the real Morgan will face such a situation, anyway, as a simulated personality, she should put protecting herself first. As long as there is no particularly excessive conflict, she will not be separated from the boy in front of her.

Melxin pouted, actually she really wanted to say, don't worry about this lonely magician, but right now Aslan is learning from this magician, and part of the ultimate goal of learning is related to himself, Then, as Aslan's official girlfriend...ah, she should be the only girlfriend, so I can't make trouble for Aslan at this time, right?

Thinking that this witch is only less than a hundred years old, 46 billion years younger than me, I don't have to make trouble with such a little girl, I feel so much happier when I think about it this way!

A smile appeared on Mei Luxin's face again, and then she lay on the back of Aslan who was driving the carriage, her feet dangling slightly, while humming some incomprehensible songs. Being able to tell that this is a completely modified version of Aslan's song, this 46 billion-year-old dragon is as happy as a ten-year-old child.

The carriage stopped at the stables of the castle. At this moment, the whole castle is a bit dilapidated, it looks like it has gone through a big war, but although it is dilapidated, it is also covered with colorful cloth strips, which looks like a war. Dressed up in a hurry, although simple, it did not affect the cheerfulness of the whole atmosphere in the slightest.

The boy patted his hands and pointed to the castle, and said to Aslan, "The castle is empty now, the whole castle is our residence for our guests, but fortunately there are still many intact rooms .”

Aslan looked at the damaged castle, and then nodded. In fact, it doesn't matter if the room is a little damaged, as long as it can keep out the wind and rain. It is better to live in a tent in a room than to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat in the wild.

Although Aslan agreed to participate in the celebration, he didn't celebrate happily with everyone in the city all the time. He spent more time in his room sorting out and thinking about the magic tricks he had learned.

On the contrary, Mei Luxin took advantage of this grand meeting to fill her empty stomach, after all, she was a dragon.

After entering the room, Morgan directly used magic to set up the tent. After entering the tent, he no longer paid attention to the situation outside.

This grand event lasted until dusk, and many people continued to join. When the night fell completely, everyone returned to their residences with some unfinished business. All the things that entered the store were not put away, and they seemed to be planning to continue the next day. event.

The boy who invited Aslan and the others was lying on his bed with a smile on his face. The moon slowly climbed to the top of the sky. The boy with a smile on his face suddenly sat up from the bed, the same as before Unlike the joy of the boy, there is only fear on the boy's face at the moment.

The same boy woke up from his sleep, and there were other villagers. The boy saw his hands and his eyes widened, and then he covered his eyes, tears streaming down. What kind of celebration day is this? Everything is just an illusion It's just a dream, everything is built on the magic of suggestion, the grandest lie.

Now the clock has passed 12 o'clock, just like a fairy tale will return to reality, it is time to wake up from the dream.

Chapter 34: Dark Moon and High Storm

Here is the trap prepared by the army and magicians for Aslan.

Of course the celebration was real, and so was the joy and joy of the crowd, at least as they remembered it at the time.

The real memory was covered, and the false joy filled the whole mind. Even those soldiers and magicians gave hints to themselves, forgetting their identities and blending in with all the citizens.

The boy who brought Aslan and the others to this city shrinks his body. In the false happiness, he is not an orphan but a child with his father's care. Although it is still not perfect, but compared to Wandering alone in the real world is much better.

Now when he woke up from the dream, the man lying in the other room straightened up, his originally cheerful expression quickly turned indifferent, he tore off his clothes in displeasure, then opened the cabinet, took out Apart from the armor inside, and put together with the armor, there is also a mace covered with bones.

Apparently the man who pretended to be the boy's father was a foreign general.

The general looked at the dilapidated room, and then looked up at the moon in the sky. The moonlight was gradually covered by dark clouds. This is really a good day for killing people. Presumably other people should wake up too. Thinking back to today The guests who are entertained can be sure that their target has come here, otherwise they will enter into self-suggestion again when the sun is about to rise.

The general turned around and glanced at the boy sleeping on the bed. He could clearly see that the boy was pretending to be asleep, with his trembling body and the sound of sniffling, no matter how much the boy wanted to hide No one can find out under the quilt, but the general is a general after all, and has a sensitive perception of this subtle sound.

But the general would not do anything to this boy. As a soldier, although he likes to fight and has a violent and bloody personality, the fighting and killing he enjoys are with the strong. Wouldn't it make him happy, would it make him feel that all this is an insult.

Killing an unarmed person is like fate is mocking him. He can only bully such innocent people who cannot fight back. This is a denial of his ability and an insult to a warrior's personality!

If he did that, the soul hovering on the mace in his hand would definitely laugh at him, or even despise him.

However, this general is such a person, which does not mean that every soldier is so upright. Many people really just enjoy the feeling of blood spilled on the ground.

The general came to the door, and then slowly opened the door. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the boy who was pretending to be sleeping on the bed, "Although we are not related by blood, I still feel very comfortable with each other these two days. Happy, don't go out tonight, no matter what you hear, no matter what kind of commotion, don't go out, so you can survive."

After finishing speaking, the general squeezed the mace in his hand. For such a child who lived happily with him in the illusory memory for two days, he would not turn around and drop his weapon on the boy's body. On the head, the more important thing is that they invaded and occupied them for the purpose of ruling. Although this child is not of the same race as themselves, it will also be the basis of their rule in the future.

After the occupation, the blind killing will only bring more and more people to resist. If all the land they occupy is burned and no one is left, then how beneficial is it to occupy it?

They didn't come here to make an autumn breeze, burn, kill and loot this land and leave directly, they don't care what will happen here in the future, that doesn't matter.

To a certain extent, these alien races also have conflicting ideas with that old fellow Vortigern.

What these alien races want is to occupy, to rule, to find a new place to live after their homes start to freeze, and that old fellow Vortigern, the incarnation of the white dragon, wants the destruction of Great Britain.

Right now, these foreigners are being used as tools by that old guy, and I don't know if they will part ways with the old guy or stab him secretly after they know what the old guy really thinks in the future.

In other houses, the sound of kicking and clanging has already been heard, and there are even painful wailings from other people. As I said before, not every clan has the dignity of a warrior. After the hint is over, many people will The happy life with those weak people these two days was regarded as an insult, so he directly drew out his own sword and swung it down.

Hearing these voices, the general took a deep breath and roared loudly, "Stop me! Now gather in front of me! With such a loud noise, you are planning to wake up our target and let them Be vigilant? You don't think about everything!"

It's been a long time since they started killing. The foreign soldiers who were very excited at this moment calmed down a little after hearing the voice of their boss. Some blood was more or less stained on the face, and there was a ferocious smile on the face.

One of the soldiers twisted his neck, watched his boss raise the weapon in his hand, and then turned his head to stare at the castle with bloodthirsty eyes. Like that.

"The target is already in the urn, the boss let me be the vanguard! I will definitely beat the enemy to pieces! The ax in my hand is already hungry and thirsty!"

Several magicians also took off their civilian clothes and picked up their staffs again. They didn't say anything to these barbaric soldiers, as if the more they got in touch with them, the more they would feel more at ease with these barbarians. The same gradually became rude, but they are a bit more noble than nobles.

The old magician in the lead glanced back at the general, and only that general was qualified to talk to them, and the others were nothing more than that, "You better move quickly, we will definitely block the entire castle soon, and by then People inside can't escape, and people outside can't get in, if you don't take action, don't blame us for taking all the credit!"

The foreign general twisted his mouth. He didn't want to say anything more to these pretentious guys, so he called for a mace and aimed at the castle, "The whole army assaults——!!"

Chapter 35: When fighting back with a hammer in hand

Aslan didn't notice the commotion outside. In order to allow himself to study well, Aslan, like Morgan, likes to add magic to his house to reduce sound transmission when he studies magic. On the one hand, the sound of his experiments It will not be heard by other people, and on the other hand, people from the outside world cannot disturb him.

You must know that in order to figure out how to add magic power to launch, Aslan has to make a small model and use the model for the first experiment. Although the size of the model is about the size of a human fist, all the magic power launch formulas are If there is no half point reduction, once it fails, it will still burst out with powerful power and sound.

After the first few hours when Morgan frowned because of the sound of the explosion and turned himself into a frog for a few hours, Aslan paid great attention to the fact that the usual experimental sound no longer affected other people. Afterwards, the whole body was wet and sticky, and I really didn't want to experience it for the second time.

Thinking of this, Aslan couldn't help shaking his body, really, goose bumps came up.

I'm not a frog prince, besides, I'm not the one who really loves me after I become a frog, and I can recover with a light kiss.

Compared with Aslan and his party who had applied a soundproofing mode in the room, other ordinary people who lived in the castle hall and were attracted by the celebration had already faintly heard the sound. These people woke up from their sleep , the first time I opened my eyes, what I saw was a huge enchantment extending from the ground to the sky.

The light of the enchantment is not so dazzling. On the contrary, compared with most enchantments, this erected magic barrier is very "introverted". If you don't look carefully, the color of the barrier can be completely integrated with the sky.

This sudden change naturally caused most people to panic.

"what happened?!"

As soon as the words of these people fell, the gate of the castle was kicked open, and a large number of barbaric soldiers poured into the castle. Looking at the ordinary people, these soldiers raised their weapons, they yearned for more blood!

Also participating in this celebration was not only ordinary people, but also some wandering knights. After seeing these soldiers, these knights stood up directly. Although the faces of these people were exactly the same as those who carnivaled with them in the afternoon, but at this At this moment they would not mistake the clothes these savages were wearing.

These guys are outsiders!

It is the existence of invading their country, and now it is the enemy who is about to attack them. If this is the case, there is no need to hesitate in your heart, just go straight!

There are even some knights whose anger is far more intense than imagined at this moment. After all, these people were talking to themselves in the afternoon, and kept angrily scolding those outsiders, but now they are like a trap, luring them here , The raids and killings are going on at night, it's too much, since it consumes their feelings like this! !

Several knights rushed forward and fought with the soldiers. Seeing such a scene, even the foreign general felt a little itchy.

It's a pity that before he could make a move, a flame shot from the gate and hit a knight directly. The high temperature melted the armor, and the metal solution stuck to his body. This was far more painful than being directly burned by the flame.

The fierce screams resounded throughout the castle, which made people shudder.

With such a cruel approach, even the foreign general couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and the magician who emitted the flames squeezed his hand tightly. There was a ball of flames on the top of the staff in his hand, which was burning fiercely, "Don't It's a waste of time here, our target is Morgan, not these ordinary soldiers, as long as we get rid of that witch, our mission is complete."

The old magician's eyes were somewhat indifferent and heartless. Apart from his own magic way, he didn't have any other thoughts, so completing the set task early was the most important thing in his mind.

While thinking this way, he swiped his palm forward, and another group of flames appeared in the air. The flickering flames seemed to reflect the old magician's heart without any warmth.

Accompanied by the flaming wand gently hitting the ground, these swaying flames also quickly circled in the air and rushed forward. There is no doubt that no one here can stop them. Withstand the attacks of these magicians.

At the same time, Aslan, who was experimenting with equipment in the room, also heard a few wailings, which faintly entered his ears. These wailings were really too miserable. A scream is even more empathetic.

Even because of the faint scream, Aslan even had some small troubles in his work, not only Aslan, but also Meluxen suddenly raised his head, since he was chattering with Aslan at me. I woke up from my dream, the expression of anger and grievance visible to the naked eye.

But the next moment, Mei Luxin's expression changed.

There was a faint smell of blood from the bottom of the castle. Looking outside the window, the transparent barrier seemed to be silently saying something.

After Aslan woke up from his own affairs, he also saw the thin transparent barrier outside the window. Now that he can say that he is a magician, he can of course tell whether this penetrating transparent barrier is What exists? Aslan subconsciously picked up the fist-sized model in his hand and pointed it at the magic barrier.

Accompanied by the introduction of magic power into the entire model, a magic laser was quickly emitted outward. After this magic laser touched the magic screen, it only caused a little ripple. Aslan judged the magic barrier immediately. , was not set up by a magician.

At this moment, Aslan, who didn't know the real situation, thought it was his own cheap father, and sent troops in the dark, preparing to retake the stolen castle fortress.

The battle distance this time, the last battle has not been too long, and Aslan has not had time to complete version 2.0 of the powerful weapon he imagined, so this time, the main weapon that Aslan can use is still Own forging hammer.

But although he didn't have many weapons at his disposal, Aslan didn't have anything to worry about. Currently, the strongest dragon on the island was still by his side. If Meluxin couldn't even deal with these enemies, then It is a bit too big a British joke.

Chapter 36: Who is the Hunter?

Just as these soldiers and magicians were carrying out a purge operation against all the people in the entire castle, not far from the city, a panting horse finally dragged a poor knight here.

Bahrain looked at the war horse under him, which he begged for from a lord with a shameless face, and he couldn't help but sighed. He never thought that the legendary master blacksmith would run so fast, even the body of the horse he wanted to come I couldn't bear it anymore, but Bahrain never thought how long the horses that came for free could last.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Balin narrowed his eyes and looked at the castle in the distance. It seemed that there was some light shrouding the castle. Looking carefully, the whole castle looked like a special crystal ball.

Realizing what might have happened, Bahrain patted the horse under him again, took a deep breath, "I said dear, cute, can you hold on a little longer? As long as you go to the city in front, everything will be fine. It’s easy to say, when the time comes, I’ll let you go free, okay?”