Xingyue, the strongest heroic spirit is myself

The swordsman's words stopped abruptly.

The three strongest personal guards arrived first and died within seconds.

Later, a larger number of tribal warriors, with somewhat crazy expressions, attacked Nidhogg.

Since ancient times, using more to defeat fewer has been the strongest tactic.

However, there is no absolute truth in this world.

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The enemies Nidhogg faced were not hundreds, not dozens, or even just a few.

As long as you increase the efficiency of killing faster than the enemy, then the enemy will not only fail to besiege, but will become fewer and fewer.

And the large number of people can sometimes become an obstacle to friendly forces.

The swords collided, mixed with short screams, limbs and weapons were broken, and blood splattered everywhere.

The heavily armed knight, already stained red with blood, opened and closed on the battlefield. His movements were simple and practical.

The soldiers could only watch helplessly at the traces of his attack. They seemed as stiff as statues in front of Nidhogg.

And Nidhogg was the master of sculpture, carving them with his sword.

The sword flashed, blood splashed everywhere, and all the offensives were completed in a flash of lightning. Nidhogg was like a cannonball, charging all the way with high speed. In this high-speed battle, the Saxon was the battlefield The target could not keep up with his fighting rhythm, and the Saxons were killed and defeated.

Constantly advancing, constantly swinging the sword, and constantly killing, leaving one slash after another in the air, each attack will inevitably bring death to the enemy.

Slash, dodge, stab, block, cut throat, decapitate, chop in waist...

As Nidhogg moved forward, his surroundings had become a brutal slaughterhouse.

With the last swing of the sword, the enemies on the battlefield suddenly disappeared.

Nidhogg turned around and saw all the Saxons retreating continuously, forming a huge circle.

Nidhogg's gray pupils stared at them, and everyone felt extremely terrified.

Morale is about to collapse, if Nidhogg attacks them again.

However, I refuse.

Nidhogg looked away from them and glanced around.

He saw the flag!

"How can we not take down the enemy general's head in a wonderful battle?"

Nidhogg runs.

All the Saxons instinctively avoided it, just like Moses parting the sea.

Make a path to the boss.

Nidhogg's speed increased and accelerated again, after reaching the peak.

Jump suddenly.

With the blessing of magic power, the body is strengthened.

boom!

Amidst the roar, the black knight descended from the sky.

The ground cracked and ash was kicked up into a heavy plume of smoke.

not good!Enemy attack!

The personal guards who guarded the leader were eager to protect their leader regardless of the danger.

Break decisively into the ashes.

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The swords clashed, sparks flashed, the screams when being stabbed, the moans when dying, and the blood like a fountain.

It was a chaotic battle, short and chaotic, and precisely because of this, there was no room for anything.

Soon, the gray fog became completely silent, leaving behind the dead everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The leader has not been in actual combat for several years.

Power has corrupted him. Even if he is just the leader of the tribal alliance, he can live very comfortably.

He originally thought that he could live to be at least 50 to [-] years old before he could be stabbed to death by his descendants, or that he could make a career like a new king in Northern Europe. A kingdom was impossible, so he might as well establish a principality.

The leader also fought all the way here, killing the barbarians and the Bulie Dian people. Of course, the ones who killed the most were the Bulie Dian people. His path to power was also littered with bones.

The black knight threw away the completely damaged shield and held the knight's sword in both hands.

The blade of the sword kept dripping blood, and the soles of his feet were constantly branded with blood marks.

Nidhogg carried an extremely tragic aura, as if the god of killing had descended into the world.

Slowly approach the leader.

Both sides know that as long as either one of them dies, the war will end.

But, can he win?

With cold sweat on his forehead, the leader reached out to hold his weapon, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The leader felt extremely bitter in his heart. Has he fallen to this level?

No, it was impossible for anyone to remain calm in front of him.

"I don't want to die."

said the chief.

"For the sake of you letting me kill you happily, I can give you a painless death."

Nidhogg stopped and assumed a fighting stance.

"Why must I die?"

said the chief.

Before he could react, a sword intent shot up into the sky.

The leader's body went rigid for a moment.

Step forward and swing your sword.

It is completely natural, like a flying swallow crossing the lake.

It only takes a moment to reach the end.

In the next moment, the leader lost consciousness.

It ended suddenly, like a power outage.

The Saxons in the distance had collapsed and were being hunted by Nidhogg's army.

Nidhogg appeared behind the leader, wielding his sword with one hand.

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Blood stained the ground, forming mist like raindrops.

"Because I hate Anglo-Saxons."

——It’s just that Nidhogg was too involved in the battle.

He didn't realize it was on a distant hill.

A knight, a sage, and a king witnessed the battle.

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23: There will be no future more tragic than that ending.

At the expense of three hours of sleep a day, from farm work to knowledge, from swordsmanship to riding.

Under the guidance of a sage who is a mixture of humans and nightmares, a girl named Artoria has initially completed her studies.

The coronation ceremony is being prepared.

At Merlin's invitation, Arturia went on her last training (travel) before becoming king - in fact, Merlin didn't want to work at all.

Artoria is like a student who has a lot of knowledge, but has been living in an ivory tower and has never been exposed to real society. She is about to inherit the (Camelo) Group, so at the suggestion of her secretary, she uses her own eyes to communicate with Experience and understand the group's situation.

The sworn brother Kai is responsible for the force, and the sage Merlin is responsible for the intelligence.

The (short) journey of the knight, the sage, and the king begins.

As a king, Arturia cares more about the situation of the Kingdom of Camelot than Merlin, the fun-loving man who wants to go to the city every day.

Therefore, Arturia rejected Merlin's proposal and chose to go to the border - it didn't matter what happened to the civil strife in the Kingdom of Camelot, because the country could still remain intact after all.

But those barbarians were complete aliens, even if the great lords living in the heart of the wealthy kingdom thought the so-called barbarians were not worth mentioning.

But the fact is that the border is constantly retreating, and the front line will not lie.

There are more and more barbarians on the border. Maybe they don't have the ability to destroy Camelot yet, but as time goes by, the barbarians will become more and more powerful.

(The demise of Western Rome was decisively related to the invasion of border barbarians)

Before his death, King Uther launched the final battle to eliminate the Vikings, one of the two barbarian tribes. At least after that battle, the Vikings completely declined, and until now, they have almost withdrawn from the Breton territory.

But fate always has two sides.

Although the Vikings declined, the Anglo-Saxons, who were more difficult to deal with than the Vikings, became increasingly powerful under the leadership of the White Dragon.

Therefore, Artoria has not yet succeeded to the throne, so her first choice is to go to the area where the Saxons gather.

Just as she was looking solemn as the Saxons occupied a large territory.

——The hero appears.

The black knight went deep alone, beheaded the enemy generals, and beat the Saxons into pieces.

The world is so unreasonable.

If defeated, the Black Knight's choice becomes bloody courage.

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But the black knight forced his way through the enemy, blossomed in the center, and beheaded him single-handedly.

So, it becomes the case that when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win, even if there are thousands of people, I will go there.

Therefore, there is no absolute truth in the world.

There is only truth, greater truth, and greater truth!

Artoria's green pupils were sparkling, and his heroic appearance was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Although everyone thinks that they are the guardian and savior of Breedian, and they are destined to do so.

But Arturia is the only one who has no confidence in herself because she has never set foot on the battlefield, and the only opponent around her is her brother Kai.

She didn't know if she could do as well as the black knight in this battle.

No, it's absolutely impossible to be as good as him.

Single-handedly break through the enemy formation and open up a path to victory for your own army.

——Although, the black knight's strength seems to be average to Artoria, the incarnation of the red dragon.

"Merlin, am I really the most suitable candidate to become the king of Breton?"

Only in front of a sage who is both a teacher and a friend can a girl reveal her softer side. The first battle she saw when she casually left the farm was so exciting, making her already less confident become even smaller.

She wanted to point at the black knight, saying that he was more suitable to be the king than herself.

Those pair of eyes that looked like the most gorgeous purple gemstones were also staring at the black knight in the distance.He was watching the black knight, but not entirely peeping at him.

A sage who is born with extraordinary wisdom and magic power, a magic eye that can see into fragments of time, and can even create a king artificially.