hero?it must be me

Having said that, Arash seemed to understand something.

He turned his head to look at Zheng Qi, and his complexion, which had looked bad due to the unexpected situation, suddenly became brighter.

"Oh, yes, there is still such a method!"

Arash laughed and said, "Since running is too slow, why not just fly there!"

The voice of their conversation is not too low, and the few people below can also hear it.

"fly……"

Bedwell looked at Matthew and Lixiang in astonishment: "Mr. Zheng Qi, is he planning to liberate his real body and fly there?"

Let's put aside the issue of pure blood dragon species that can't fly.

At least Zheng Qi can't fly, Lixiang and the others know it.

But the two men who were tall and chatted were clearly not joking.

"It's about 300 kilometers away, and the speed is more than [-] kilometers per hour, no problem?"

"As far as you can, draw the bow towards the center of the enemy's army, and draw the bow with confidence."

Zheng Qi moved his shoulders and neck.

"I'm definitely the toughest arrow you've ever used."

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"Well!"

The body was easily divided into two.

It's just that before the flesh and blood splashed on the ground, it turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk, hurry up and die!"

Seeing the enemy in front of him showing such a dead state again, Mordred stomped his feet irritably: "One after another, you are really annoying!"

"Damn! How on earth did you know the location of the village—"

From the shadow of the foothills, a whole new look springs up.

She stared at Mordred: "There should be no flaws in our setup!"

"Huh? God knows, this kind of thing is over with intuition."

Mordred took it for granted: "I just thought this ghostly place is remote, dark and narrow, and it's a good place for a stray dog ​​to hide, so I just hit it with the holy sword casually, it's that simple."

"Besides, I didn't seriously look for you before because it was unnecessary, but it's different now!"

"This is the life of my father! Haha! That's what I said, but the face of Agguiwen is so funny! Oh, I'm so excited to think about it now, I didn't expect Lancelot to disappear, aha Ha ha!"

"If I can save that guy Lance, wouldn't it be more fun to see besides being rewarded by the father? You think so!"

As he spoke, Mordred smiled triumphantly with his sword inserted.

It's completely like not paying attention to the appearance in front of you.

"It's not bad to be able to find this kind of fun before being executed!"

"Punishment?"

Baimao did not rashly attack Mordred, who seemed to have a flaw all over his body.

She had already tried, and the result was that she fought head-on alone, and she knew very well that she was no match for the Knight of the Round Table in front of her.

And following Mordred's topic, it's just because it's convenient to delay time.

As things stand now, it is obviously impossible to defeat Mordred's troops by relying on the combat power of the West Village. The only way to delay the time as much as possible is to let as many old, weak, women and children in the village evacuate as possible...

Baimao glanced at the army behind Mordred.

The trail at the foot of the mountain is narrow, and the heavy armor extends all the way to the end of the road, seemingly endless.

If it is an army of ordinary humans, it is said that it can rely on the location to make some arrangements to fight against it, but for these solemn knights who are blessed by the Lion King, those arrangements are impossible to work-this is the blood exchange of the people of the mountain. Lessons to come.

If it wasn't for Mordred's madness and willfulness, the group of solemn knights moved forward together, and the time she could delay would be greatly shortened.

"As a knight of the round table, will you be executed too?"

"Huh? That's right, as long as Father King's Holy Baptism ends, everyone outside the Holy Capital will die!"

Hearing Baimao's question, Mordred said cheerfully: "A knight like me who failed to get a territory in the holy capital will of course be burned to death! Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!"

"So, as a good partner who will die sooner or later, you tell me about Lancelot, and those rebels, they must have fled to some village, right?"

"In that case, I'll make your death easier—"

While speaking, Mordred suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Baimao.

Baimao, who had been on guard for a long time, tried to dodge, but the huge gap in physical fitness made her only have time to dodge the first strike, and was forced to block the second strike with the scimitar in her hand.

With this sword, Baimao slammed into the mountain wall beside him.

"Okay, don't be so rigid, at worst, I will give you some benefits, and I won't bother the people in the village."

Stepping on Baimao's abdomen, Mordred twitched his great sword.

"How about just chopping off the head and be done?"

"Are you... are you all crazy..."

Hearing the voice that was as delicate as a gossamer, Mordred frowned, and the smile on his face faded.

Immediately, with one turn of the sword, Baimao's head was about to be cut off——

"Ok?"

Suddenly, she paused, raised her head and looked up to the sky with a confused expression.

"—Boom!!!"

The mountains trembled and the earth trembled.

The deafening sound of collisions and the splashing of gravel and dust enveloped most of the appearance of the troops behind Mordred.

"Bah bah, what, what? Falling rocks?"

After spitting twice, Mordred complained.

"—For the sake of you not entering the village."

In the smoke and dust, there was a voice.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of dull sounds of gold and iron interlacing.

Then, a series of black shadows tore open the curtain of dust, deeply embedded in the mountain walls on both sides.

They were solemn knights with bent hands and feet and distorted figures.

"I am a kind person. Next, I will just smash your heads and send you free."

Turning his head and meeting Mordred's eyes, Zheng Qi's eyes that were burning with flames at dusk reflected Mordred's clear appearance.

His voice also clearly fell into Mordred's ears.

"How about it?"

Chapter 362 Chapter 62: Swords Are Good, People Are Not

"Huh? There's a lot of big talk from the beginning—huh? Wait."

Mordred frowned, and carefully looked at Zheng Qi's appearance.

"You... I remember you!"

She kicked away Baimao under her feet, raised her sword and pointed at Zheng Qi: "Aren't you the big man who beat Tristan and Gao Wen to the ground! I've seen the portraits of Tristan and Gao Wen! Aha! I'm so lucky! I thought I just got a bad lottery, but I didn't expect to hit the first prize!"

"Hey!"

Mordred shouted: "That guy Lancelot, it's because of you that he disappeared!"

Zheng Qi did not respond to Mordred.

He first turned his attention to Baimao, who was struggling to get up.

"Huh? Ah, don't worry, she can't be a hostage. After all, there are too many of them. I'm not sure how many of these guys there are, and which one is the real body."

"and--"

Mordred laughed: "With a delicious guy like you, who wants to eat that kind of leftovers!"

As if responding to Mordred's words, after struggling a few times, all the figures on the ground turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that the main body is probably hiding, ready to wait and see what happens.

However, what Zheng Qi was thinking at the moment was not that he was worried that Baimao would be taken as a hostage.

He just noticed that the smell on Baimao seemed familiar...

(Oh, the group who kidnapped Nitocris at the time.)

(...Wait, that's it, Baimao.)

Zheng Qi remembered.

Like the curse wrist, this is not the first time Zheng Qi has heard of the name Baimao.

And since it is the same appearance, it makes sense that there will be differences in physique, speech, and even personality.

Rather, if it wasn't for the fact that the [Hundred Appearances] that was thrown out happened to be the leader who met Zheng Qi in the desert at that time, Zheng Qi probably wouldn't be aware of the relationship between the two.

"Chong-"

The Holy Silver Sword fiercely sliced ​​across Zheng Qi's chest, making a shrill and piercing noise.

"Hey! Where are you looking again!"

Withdrawing his sword and stopping, Mordred stared and yelled at Zheng Qi.

"Next time you look around, I'll cut off your head!"

"...Little girl."

"what?!"

Hearing Zheng Qi's address, Mordred was startled for a moment as if he hadn't expected Zheng Qi to be so surprised, and then let out a dull roar from his throat like a feline deterring an opponent.

However, Zheng Qi didn't seem to feel Mordred's growing anger and killing intent, and just lowered his eyes, looking calmly at Mordred who was already approaching.

"The formal clothes I store, I wear one less here."

While saying this, he stretched out his hand and tore it cleanly.

The formal jacket with the bulletproof lining design is like a soft sponge cake in Zheng Qi's hands. Accompanied by the crisp sound of fabric fiber breaking, it is bathed in the sun, dripping magnificent streamer, and has a metallic texture. The muscles are presented in front of everyone.

Seeing Zheng Qi's unscathed pectoralis major with his own eyes, Mordred's expression became serious.

This is different from listening to Tristan and Gao Wen's verbal descriptions. Witnessing her holy sword returning without success, even for Mordred today, this scene is enough to have a great mental impact on her.

It's not that she has never encountered an enemy who is said to be invulnerable.

But apart from Gao Wen who was determined not to die under certain circumstances, Zheng Qi in front of her was undoubtedly the first opponent she had ever met who could really rely on her physical body to slash with the holy sword in her hand.

"You bastard... what did you eat to grow up?"

"My mother used to say that if you want to be strong, you can't be picky eaters."

Zheng Qi clenched his fists: "I'm never picky about food."

"You have to eat delicious food, and you have to eat poison, so that you can be called healthy."

What nonsense is this man talking about?

Seeing Zheng Qi raising that huge fist, Mordred couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Zheng Qi turning around in front of her, with his back to her.

What is this for?

This is... to punch me?

Mordredton feels ridiculous.

She asked herself that among the knights of the round table, the fighting style is known as "disorganized" and "random".