The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

"That matter can be put aside." He said, giving up half of his body to expose Arturia behind him to the Boggart's sight: "I came here this time to ask Boggart. Lord Gert your Sheffield seeks allies."

"Huh?" Boggart's eyes fell on Artoria, but the ether coming from her body was rated as the lowest elf. From the moment she entered the palace, he thought it was Percival. Brought female companion.

"The person behind me is the son of prophecy."

But then, Percival's words made Boggart sit up straight. He carefully looked at Artoria up and down several times, but he neither saw any obvious clan characteristics in her, nor did he feel threatened by her.

"Percival, don't use your children to make up the numbers." Boggart couldn't help grinning and laughing: "If this is the son of prophecy that your Round Table Army believes in, then you might as well join me as soon as possible. ."

"You-" Percival's expression changed, and he took a step forward, but was blocked by the Rod of Choice crossing from one side.

"Percival, leave it to me."

Unlike Percival's easily provoked anger, Altria's tone at this moment was particularly calm.

In her vision, Boggart had never shown contempt for her. He was obviously a fairy from the Fang Clan, but he was much calmer.

Seeing that the lowly goblin in the audience still maintained his grace and courage to face him directly despite the provocative words he just said, Boggart believed a little more in this so-called son of the prophecy.

"Lord Boggart, have you conducted any investigation into the humans who fled to Sheffield?"

"What? You want to make fun of me?" Boggart still had a look of disdain on his face. He leaned on the backrest: "That's because he was lucky. He took advantage of the chaos caused by assassinating the queen to escape from Camelot. Humanity that comes out.”

"So, little son of prophecy, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Compared to the Boggart's huge body, Artoria can indeed be called petite. However, Artoria still maintained her poker face: "That human being was originally a tribute to Queen Morgan, but he escaped because of the assassination planned by me. Now he is intercepted privately by you as a courtier. In addition, thank you There is an unclear connection between Field and the Northern King’s clan. Lord Boggart, do you think Morgan will let you continue to control yourself?”

Boggart didn't show it on his face, but he was already amused by these straightforward words in his heart. Sure enough, she was just a young goblin. If Percival hadn't been convinced that she was the child of the prophecy, and the little information the girl had just revealed, she would have been waved off.

"You said you planned the assassination of the Queen."

The Boggart looked at Artoria with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Artoria pursed her lips. If possible, she didn't want to open this scar.

There was a burst of suppressed laughter all around, and Boggart waved his hand to stop the ridicule from his subordinates.

"What about Woodworth?"

"I couldn't kill him. I was rescued by the elf knight Lancelot when I was seriously injured." Arturia recalled what Menechelle said to her before she died. Unexpectedly, she was actually useful. day - or rather, Menechel had expected this.

"So, as you and I are also hated by Morgan, we should unite."

Boggart frowned. He was not thinking about the feasibility of Artoria's proposal, but about the authenticity of the other party's words.

"Besides, Lord Boggart, are you actually disappointed in Morgan?"

"The center of this disaster is Norwich. That's your hometown. You asked Morgan to send troops several times but were rejected." Arturia looked at Boggart: "But I can help you. "

"In addition to the Queen, one of the responsibilities of the Children of Prophecy is to eliminate disasters. I can help you eliminate disasters above Norwich."

I have to admit that at this time, the Boggart did move slightly after hearing these words.

If the other party is really capable of getting rid of the gathering of disasters over Norwich, then it is really possible that it is the Son of Prophecy.

but……

"You want to learn from your senior Ji and promote the alliance, right?"

"However, an alliance requires capital. The so-called Round Table Army, in my opinion at this moment, is just a group of weak humans playing house."

"However, it is not impossible."

"Marriage."

"As you can see, I am looking for a wife. Son of prophecy, I am not determined to marry a human. If we are married, the alliance between the two parties will be stronger than any treaty!"

Because of humiliation, Percival clenched his fists, and the atmosphere reached a deadlock.

At this time, Arturia looked up, with an extremely surprised expression on her face, and almost blurted out: "You want to marry Percival!"

She didn't expect that the big lion who wanted to marry a human woman actually liked Percival, who was also a man!

——Wait, she knows why the Boggart received Percival so readily!

Unlike Artoria's expression of gradually understanding everything, Boggart's mouth opened wide in surprise. Percival also forgot to be angry for a moment, subconsciously unclenching his fists, and then suddenly turned his head warily towards the Boggart.

There won’t be any NTR plot, don’t worry

There will be no Nantong plot, I don’t need to say more about this.

(End of this chapter)

453. Chapter 432: Sweating Bogut VS Thinking about what to eat tonight

453.

"Are you kidding me?"

Boggart frowned dissatisfied. He thought he had said it clearly, but when he turned his head, he saw Percival giving him a strange look, and Boggart's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

——This Percival doesn’t have this intention, does he?

"Ah, do you want to marry me?" Arturia finally reacted. She blushed slightly because of her previous misunderstanding, but she only lowered her head slightly and then raised her head again, and then regained her calm posture.

"Lord Boggart, I'm afraid I can't do it." Her gaze shifted slightly: "Actually, I am a widow."

"Widow...widow?"

This time, not only the Boggart, but also Percival and Gareth looked over in disbelief with their eyes widened.

"Yes." At this point, Artoria couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the shame rising in her heart - hadn't she already been prepared for this kind of thing? What's there to hesitate about?

"My husband chose to sacrifice himself in order to evacuate us during the assassination of Queen Morgan a few days ago."

The fairy Menechelle, who had been looking around at the fairies around her, finally laid her eyes on Artoria, and her already relaxed expression became thoughtful.

"It is indeed a dishonorable thing to snatch the wife of such a big goblin." Boggart gave up the idea of ​​forcibly marrying her. Even if such a big goblin iterates, it can still retain a considerable part of its memory.

Boggart waved his hand and was about to ask the other goblins to take the group down, but Artoria interrupted him again:

"Lord Boggart, what you want to see is whether we are qualified to cooperate with Sheffield. Then, I think I can prove our qualifications to you."

"Sheffield has a solid fortress, a regenerated city gate, and plenty of goblins and humans. But Lord Boggart, do you think Morgan will only send goblins from the Queen's Army to deal with a big goblin like you?"

"Even though Woodworth, the strongest warrior in the Fairy Kingdom, is injured and cannot join the battle, there are still three Fairy Knights. Even you will be temporarily held back by one Fairy Knight - then you can't bear to let these trust you, Follow your subordinates to face the other two elf knights?"

Boggart fell into silence. Arturia's words were first positive and then negative, making him patiently listen to the whole story.

"I have formed an alliance with the King's clan." He frowned.

"It's too late. You should have heard of the Speedy Lancelot of the Fairy Kingdom. Now Morgan may come to clean up at any time. Wait until the letter asking for help is sent to the King's Clan, and then wait for Nokenale to send reinforcements. The time gap is too big. But the Round Table Army is different. Londinion and Sheffield call each other the horns. No matter which side is in danger, the other side can send troops to help. "

Boggart felt that he was vaguely convinced, which made him quite uncomfortable. So he returned to the original question with a sneer: "But the so-called Round Table Army is just a bandit composed of a group of weak humans. Cooperating with you is meaningless except for increasing risks."

"At least it can hold off two fairy knights."

"What?" Boggart thought he didn't hear clearly.

Arturia came to Percival: "The leader of the Round Table Army, Percival of White Light, Lord Boggart, you should also have heard of him. He once fought with the goblin knight Lancelot and escaped unscathed. "

Percival's face froze, and he smiled awkwardly and shyly. The Boggart glanced sideways at Percival and nodded to show that he knew. It was precisely because he had fought against Percival without deciding the outcome that Boggart had the confidence to raise the flag of rebellion - no matter what, he was still on the level of a fairy knight.

"Then, plus us..."

"You?" Boggart caught the loophole: "Your magic power is too weak."

"It's us." Artoria corrected her.

The Boggart looked down suspiciously, his eyes quickly passing by Artoria, his eyes rolling around on the fairies on the left and right of her, and finally fixed on the black-haired female fairy with an indifferent expression and a pretentious and arrogant attitude.

It has broad and thick blood-red wings on its back and horns on its head. It is probably an elf from the Wind Clan.

The weak Wind Clan.

Boggart finally stood up from the throne. He called the guards around him and took off his redundant and useless gorgeous robes. He was wearing a simple battle suit underneath. The tight-fitting clothes outlined the Boggart's figure. Gert's toned body.

"Okay, Son of Prophecy, I will give you this opportunity to prove your worth."

offstage.

Percival looked at the thin black-haired goblin with some worry. She was still wearing a dress that obviously restricted her movement. She was obviously not ready for a fight before.

He said uneasily: "Otherwise, I'd better go."

He knew about Boggart. He had competed with Woodworth for the position of leader of the Fang Clan and Lord of Oxford. After being defeated by Woodworth due to a mistake, he was appeased by Morgan and rewarded with the territory of Sheffield.

Being able to keep pace with Woodworth, Percival did not want his companion to be injured.

"No need. If you are allowed to play, this fight will be meaningless."

Arturia didn't know these secrets, but she had seen the dragon lady's true form. But in the end, she still patted the stupid Dragon Lady's arm uneasily: "If you find that you can't beat him, don't be brave. Three rounds is enough."

Sheffield is just the icing on the cake. Even if the cooperation fails, with the help of the Round Table Army, she can still go to Edinburgh to find Noknare. With their friendship at the Princess Conference and now having the same enemy, it shouldn't be difficult to reach cooperation... Bar?

"Got it." Goblin Menechel nodded in agreement. At this time, Boggart had already directed his goblins to clear away the debris in the hall, leaving a quite spacious space.

Boggart moved his shoulders and walked down from the stage. He looked at the black-haired elf walking out of the crowd and raised his chin to show that this was indeed the case. He arched his body and was about to attack when the black-haired elf suddenly spoke: "I am the elf knight Menechelle."

Give the goblin a name.

He glanced at Artoria, who looked confused. Artoria's confusion was taken as a demonstration by Boggart, who smiled strangely.

This son of prophecy showed his ambition so quickly.

If the conversation stopped here, then it would at best be regarded as an invisible demonstration by the Son of Prophecy to the Lord of Sheffield, but the goblin Menechelle continued to say in her smooth voice: "What is your name. "

"..." Boggart was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head: "Huh?"

"Uh..." Artoria opened her mouth slightly, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"Hmm." Gareth remembered what he said to the other party before entering the city - is she really unreasonable at all?

"What do you mean?" Percival didn't understand either, but seeing the two goblins around him seem to understand, his curiosity was piqued.

"You - you guy!" Boggart suddenly became violent. He grabbed a long-handled ax and chopped off the head of the goblin Menechelle.

His movements were quite fast, and his capable movements easily cut through the air, creating a series of sonic booms.

"Ok?"

The elf Menechelle was stunned, surprised that the Boggart didn't say her name as Arturia taught her.

Seeing that the black-haired goblin was still stuck on the spot as if he had not reacted, Boggart was also surprised. He wanted to withdraw his strength, but the distance between the two sides was too close, so he could only redirect the attack that was originally directed towards the vital point. shoulders.

Clang——

The ax was actually blocked by the shoulder. Not to mention penetrating into the body, there were cracks on the ax blade. The Boggart immediately retreated, widening the distance between the two sides again.

There was actually a gap in the ax body at this time.

"The miracle of partial hardening of the body."

Although the confrontation just lasted only a moment, the Boggart still came to a conclusion.

"In that case - then I won't hold back from now on!"

He threw the long axe to the ground, and Boggart used his legs to fly to the goblin Menechel, with magic wrapped around his hands as he swung his claws. The sharp edges rained down on the goblin Menechel's body, and the sound of ping-pong echoed in the room.

The seemingly unorganized and random swings, in fact, each attack landed in the place where the previous attack did not land, but no matter from the front or the side, with legs or claws, attacking the vital points or limbs, the black-haired fairy They all stood in place like immovable stone statues, maintaining their original posture.

She flew up again and kicked the fairy Menechelle in the face, but this time Menechelle finally changed her posture. The wings behind her moved and blocked in front of her, and the sharp scales cut open the boggart's body. combat boots.

With a muffled sound.

Boggart's bent calves straightened, pushing his body back.

——defended.

Just after landing, the scratches on the soles of the feet left bloody footprints on the ground. But the Boggart didn't care. The eyeballs on his lion-like head protrude forward, showing excitement.

——I haven’t been so excited for a long time. Not even Percival could make him so dedicated.

He found a weakness. Ignoring the pain, the reddish magic wrapped around his body, and with the sound of the cloth being torn, the Boggart's figure swelled again. He picked up the battle ax that had been left on the ground with one foot and threw it in the direction of the elf Menechelle.

Catching the moment when the opponent's gaze shifted, he stepped forward again.

Clang——

The Fairy Menechelle smashed the battle ax with her arm, but at this time the Boggart had already come to her, and the Fairy Menechelle also happened to turn her gaze to this side, and the Boggart rotated its waist like a real cat. His legs flew up and he kicked towards the opponent's face, but what was faster than his feet was the blood splashing out from the soles of his feet. The wings once again used their same tricks to outflank him.

But the boggart tapped his toes on the wings, leaving a pool of blood, rolled lightly, and wrapped his arms around the girl's arms.

Of course, he couldn't naively believe that the girl's face didn't have the ability to harden, but Boggart could tell from the opponent's movements that she didn't want to catch the flying kick with her face. Just this is enough.

The moment the wings blocked his sight, it was the moment when the Boggart counterattacked. Crossing his arms to complete the ten-child lock, Boggart lowered his voice: "I am different from you fairies. I have been learning so-called fighting skills from humans."