Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

Boom~!

A beam of colorful light with a radius of several meters blasted out. At that moment, even the sunlight lost its light. The secondary refined materialized true ether disappeared into the skyline with Mordred's body. After that, it seemed as if the sun had just risen in the far distance. There was a white light.

The colorful streamer has completely disappeared, but the magic power is still surging within tens of kilometers.

The power of this attack is no worse than that of the Lion King's Holy Seal which he uses with all his strength.

Hall nodded in satisfaction, reckoning that even if Mordred hadn't been annihilated by the torrent of elements, he would have flown hundreds of kilometers away at least.

Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, stared at this scene dumbfounded, and muttered to himself, "Mordred...is he going to be okay?"

About 5 minutes later, a loud noise and a strong wind swept from the direction where Mordred disappeared.

With the exception of Gareth, the Knights of the Round Table seem uninterested in Mordred's life or death.

After the duel, the team of solemn knights led by Mordred was incorporated into Agguiwen's team and embarked on a journey to conquer the Holy Land again.

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For several days, the army of solemn knights marched in the deserted wilderness. Thanks to Gawain, the human-shaped self-propelled little sun, no matter day or night, no matter the weather, the vicious noon sun always hung in the sky.

If it were a human army, it is estimated that the enemy has not been seen in the past few days, and more than half of the soldiers were killed or injured due to dehydration and lack of food.

After bypassing the unknown number of mountains, the army of solemn knights finally met the humans in this world. It was a poor mountain village, most of the houses were built of wood and mud, poor and simple.

In the eyes of the villagers, the Sovereign Knights' army was like soldiers sent by the gods. They all hid at home and did not dare to show up until the Knights of the Round Table made a request.

Round table starts

Lancelot pondered: "How to deal with them?"

Tristan lamented: "Poor, worthless people, death is a kind of liberation for them."

Agguiwen denied: "No, there is no need to clean up for the time being. The Holy Baptist has not yet started. What the king needs is a kind soul."

Gareth carefully suggested: "The opponents are all civilians and have no ability to resist, so I also think it is better to ignore."

Gao Wen didn't care: "Second."

Although Hall was also invited to participate in the round table meeting, he did not express his opinion, but stood aside and yawned boredly.

After the battle with Mordred, the Knights of the Round Table obviously changed their view of Hall, at least not as an outsider.

The village escaped a catastrophe. Now that it has encountered humans, it means that it is getting closer and closer to the holy place.

After another half day's journey, the army of solemn knights came to a forest.

It should be said that the forest suddenly blocked the way. The forest is lush and verdant. Countless vines and giant trees are intertwined. The dense canopy completely blocks the sunlight.

Even an idiot can sense that something is wrong with this primeval forest.

Under Hall's demonic eyes, the secrets of the forest can't be hidden.

"This is a good show." Hall said to himself with great interest.

The legend should be true. The demon who annexed the real expeditionary force was the Lionheart King, and he at least had the abilities of the Lionheart King.

According to Hall's knowledge, there is only one servant who can create this forest and give it the concept of a forest.

Not the Lionheart King, but has a close relationship with the Lionheart King.

Gawain was the first to suggest: "The climate here should not be able to produce such a dense forest. It is likely to be an ambush by the enemy."

Agguiwen shook his head indifferently: "It doesn't matter, casualties are meaningless. The king's order is to seize the Holy Land after seven sunsets. Time is running out."

"This is helpless. Someone is stupid enough to stand in front of the king. The mission of the Knights of the Round Table is to remove all these obstacles." Tristan said to himself in a low voice.

The meaning of the existence of the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of Solemnity is to complete the holy baptism. Once the holy baptism is completed, the meaning of existence is lost. Sacrifice in the process is not a bad thing.

Ager's opinion was echoed by all the Knights of the Round Table.

In desperation, Gao Wen had no choice but to ask Hall for his opinion: "Miss Hall, what do you think?"

Hall shrugged: "This forest is a form of existence similar to an inherent enchantment, with miasma and some plant spores flowing inside, it has little effect on the human body, but since someone deliberately created this forest, it must be useful. "

"This is really a headache. Sir Lancelot and the others probably won't change their minds. After all, they don't even care about their own life or death." Gawain shook his head with a wry smile.

"Gao Wen, go and call Gareth over."

When Gawain came back with his sister Gareth, Hall cast magic on them respectively.

"This is?"

Hall explained: "The magic applied to you can filter the air and trace toxicity in the forest. This is the only abnormality in this forest, and it should be helpful to you."

"Thank you." Gawain thanked him politely, but he didn't actually care. The poison and miasma of the forest couldn't even hurt ordinary people, let alone his servant.

The girl knight Gareth raised his head, his eyes lit up and asked, "Mr. Hall, do you also feel that there is something wrong with this forest?"

Hall rolled his eyes: "Anyone who is not a fool can feel it."

"Hey, sure enough I'm still immature."

Gareth stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

After repairing the army of solemn knights, they stepped into the forest one after another. Everywhere they went, the trees were felled and the plants were trampled down.

Chapter 3 Poison and Arrows

The solemn knight army stepped into the forest and formed a front and arrow array, with sword and shield soldiers in front, spearmen on both sides, and archers inside, and pushed across in a rather simple and rude way.

The lush forest fell like a domino effect, but no birds or animals were disturbed.

Every solemn knight has a level of strength comparable to that of a servant. With just one sword, he can cut down a giant tree that requires several people to hold it together.

"It's interesting. The soil here is still wasteland loess, and there is no magic flow in the ground veins."

"It's not a suitable environment for these vegetation to grow at all."

Hall activates the magic eye, overflowing with colorful light, and sees a completely different world. The forest is a conceptual world, similar to a low-level inherent enchantment. Its function is limited to changing the terrain and creating this forest, so it is hardly affected The power of correction in the world can exist for a long time.

It should be based on the magic base of the Druids in Celtic mythology.

The forest was created with druid magic, and the air was filled with a purple miasma. Hall activated the microcosmic ability of the magic eye, and saw that the miasma was full of dusty plant spores.

Apart from the sound of the solemn knights advancing, the forest was eerily quiet, not to mention wild animals, not even a bug could be found.

The forest felt to Hall like a huge beast with its mouth open and waiting for prey to come.

Every Knight of the Round Table is both wise and brave, following the King of Knights in countless battles without defeat, they are also very aware of the fact that this is a trap.

But none of the Knights of the Round Table flinched. Their duty was to sweep away all obstacles that stood in the way of Saint Ba.

Even if it is a trap, it means that the enemy is coming to your door, which saves you the time of searching.

The forest was deep and vast. When tens of thousands of upright knights entered the forest, Hall's demon eyes keenly sensed that the concentration of miasma in the air had increased, and the vegetation on the ground trampled by the upright knights continued to release a small amount of poisonous gas.

Hall had a calculation in his mind. The prey had taken the bait, and the servant who created this forest must also be making moves.

Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, closed his ears and carefully looked around with the spear in his hand, fearing that something might suddenly jump out, like a frightened little animal.

Apart from her, the Knights of the Round Table remained largely calm.

Tristan, who was riding a horse, plucked a bowstring like a musical instrument to make a beautiful sound, and all the vegetation around him was cut silently with invisible blades.

Not long after, an arrow pierced through the darkness and shot at the feet of the vanguard.

"Enemy attack!"

The actions of the solemn knights changed in unison. The sword and shield soldiers set up huge shields to block in front of them. The spearmen set up their long spears to guard the surroundings. coming direction.

After a brief silence, the sword and shield soldiers in front of the team suddenly let out a scream, threw away their swords and shields, fell to the ground and rolled, and saw green vines protruding from the thin cracks in the armor, wrapping around every corner, and completely covered them in a few seconds. His body turned into a vine, twitched a few times and then lost movement.

After having their first victim, strange behaviors appeared in the Sovereign Knights team one after another.

"My body! Something is growing out of my body!"

"Lord Ageguiwen! There is danger ahead!"

"Please advise!"

The Solemn Knights are the elite created by the Lion King. They still maintain their formation even in the face of unknown enemies, and quickly gather into a group to protect the Knights of the Round Table on the inside.

The leader, Agguiwen, also felt something abnormal in his body. He took off the gauntlet on his right hand and saw green vines sprouting from his skin.

hiss~

Agguiwen snorted coldly, grabbed the vine and tore it off together with the flesh and blood, and then used magic power to heal and suppress the abnormalities in his body.

Tristan plucked the bowstring: "That arrow..."

The invisible blade cut off the arrow that was stuck on the ground.

A solemn knight stepped forward to pick it up without fear of threats and presented it to him.

The knights of the round table checked one after another. Although they were powerful, they were not magicians. They could only feel that the arrow carried a magical effect similar to a curse.

Lancelot pondered: "How about handing it over to Mr. Hall?"

Agguiwen nodded in agreement with no expression on his face.

The arrow was sent to Hall.

With just one glance, Hall already understood the truth: "Arrows are made of special wood, and the arrows are highly poisonous, and the arrow itself has the curse of increasing toxicity. If the target itself is poisoned, especially plant poisoning, even if the symptoms Even if it is slight, it will explode in an instant.”

really.

Hall was convinced of the opponent's identity, and this arrow was both a warning and a test.

Judging from the characteristics of this forest and the curse of the arrows, the servant hiding in this forest is probably the famous Robin Hood, one of the servants who had a relationship with King Richard I the Lionheart.

If it was a conventional Holy Grail War, Robin Hood's ability is not outstanding.

But if it's a war, Robin Hood's role is no different than an army.

【Sabotage work】

Skill Level: A

Similar to Caster's Magic Workshop, Robin Hood is good at creating traps. If he is level A, he can force nearly [-]% of his troops into a state of being unable to fight before the opponent advances.

Of course, this is only for the regular army.

Gao Wen was surprised and asked: "Miss Hall, did you know from the beginning? That's why you blessed Gareth and me with the magic of purifying poisonous gas."

"Just guessing."

Lancelot touched his chin and asked, "Mr. Hall, can you tell us the identity of the enemy?"

"It doesn't matter. Since you are all servants of Britain, you should know the legend of Robin Hood."

The Knights of the Round Table looked blank or silent.

Obviously, except for Lancelot, who is a [-]-year-old boy, they are all servants of Britain...

Hall patiently explained: "Legend has it that Robin Hood was a righteous thief who rebelled against John I and was on good terms with the Lionheart King. Records about him are limited to folk hero legends. Therefore, apart from a lot of vague records, Robin Hood is not so much a person. A person is, rather, a symbol of identity, and what attacks us may be one aspect of Robin Hood’s identity.”

"Mr. Huoer knows so much." Gareth's eyes were staring, with curiosity and reverence on his face.

"It is common sense, my dear friend."

"Really?" Gareth blushed, feeling very embarrassed.

Lancelot pondered: "The legendary righteous thief... If the opponent is Assassin, I'm afraid it will take a lot of work to find out."

Hall shook his head and added: "It could also be Archer. No matter what class he is, he is very good at concealment and traps, especially in forest environments."

"It's really sad that the round table who is the Lion King will be bound by a thief."

Agguiwen ordered: "Gao Wenqing, please clear the way for the team."

Gawain scratched his head: "This is the only way."

Letting Gao Wen open the way means to wash the ground with light cannons.

Under the scorching sun, the sword of rotating victory is enough to burn the earth into scorched earth.

In the face of absolute power, any skill is useless.

Nature also includes traps.

Chapter 3 Forest Hunter

Gawain was ordered to come to the forefront of the solemn knights, holding his sword and staring at the deep forest, the miasma blocked his sight, guessing how many traps were waiting for them in the depths of the forest.