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

Fulige was stunned. Why did everything he just said go to waste?

But he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction and could only walk out of the house feeling depressed.

Menechel, who had just issued the support order, put on his armor but did not leave in a hurry. He turned into the side room and looked at Mordred who was sleeping soundly. The girl's sleeping face was unexpectedly peaceful, completely different from the liveliness during the day.

Then the next step is to arrange for Mordred, his eldest disciple.

He stretched out his hand and unceremoniously picked up Mordred. The sudden feeling of weightlessness made the sleeping girl go through the whole process from half asleep to fully awake in an instant.

"Ugh, Minachell, what are you doing?"

Mordred, who was being carried like a chicken, struggled desperately. He reached out to Menechel's face out of habit, but he only touched the hard head armor.

"Don't mess around, Mordred. I'm going to take you back to Camelot now." Menechel said as he continued to carry Mordred away.

Hearing the key words "send back to Camelot", Mordred immediately quieted down, and the lion immediately lowered its limbs like a cat, allowing Menechel to take it with him.

I wonder how much injustice this girl suffered at the hands of Merlin to make her so afraid.

"It's not a threat. This is no longer a safe zone." Menechel held Mordred in one hand and pushed open the door with the other.

Whether as a half-apprentice of Menechel or as a child, Mordred should not continue to stay in the city of Bilú.

The timing that Mr. Merlin was talking about is probably this time.

Combined with the hard touch of his palm just now, Mordred soon discovered the truth: "Are you going to fight? I want to go too!"

Menechel did not respond. He looked at Vrige who was jogging over and thrust the girl into his arms before he could speak. "Lord Vrige, take this child to Camelot and give her to Merlin. Tell him about the situation here."

Now, only Camelot City has enough troops to provide support.

Vrig bowed out of habit, but soon came to his senses - he seemed to have avoided the fate of going to the battlefield.

……

Only today did Artoria finally realize how exhausted Menechel was.

The commander is not as majestic and relaxed as he looks. Altria fights in the daytime, and at night he still needs to analyze the situation and take time to pay attention to the movements in the rear.

But if this battle can be won, Britain will basically be unified. At that time, she only needs to govern for a few more years to allow the land that has been in conflict for many years to recuperate, and then she can gradually retreat behind the scenes, unload the mission of the chosen king, and fulfill the promise with someone.

Thinking of this, Altria slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a cold look.

In the dim light, Artoria began to draw on her hand-drawn battle map, but her fingertips suddenly paused.

The recent offensive battles had gone too smoothly, so smoothly that even Artoria, who was immersed in the joy of winning streak, felt something strange.

Camelot's army didn't even encounter any decent resistance, it was as if they were deliberately luring her to go deeper.

Putting myself in their shoes, the enemy is most likely to attack the grain route, and the grain storage city of the Eastern Expedition Army——

Lihe City.

Artoria relaxed. Near Lihe City was the Biloo City where Menechel was stationed. She had an inexplicable confidence in Menechel. In her memory, the high-spirited heavy-armored knight was enough to stop the attack of a small group of knights.

It will be released on September 1st. The content of the first volume is longer than I thought. I am finally going to start the last plot of the first volume.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 91 Persuading Surrender

It was eerily quiet all around. Apart from the rustling of the oppressive snow, the only sound was the coming and going breathing.

This is Lihe City

Menechel stopped, and several scouts following him also stopped.

"Lord Menechel." The scout lowered his voice and stared at the dark woods around him anxiously. "It's too quiet here."

The battlefield where a stalemate should have taken place was deserted, with not even a trace of blood to be found.

Menechel's face turned gloomy. Although he had guessed this long ago, when he was actually faced with such a situation, he couldn't help but feel uncontrollable anger - the letter for help signed by the defender of Lihe City was just a trap to lure Menechel here.

Those bastards had already figured out the logic of Menechel's behavior and used the grain storage city of the Eastern Expedition Army as bait. For the sake of the overall situation, Menechel would personally lead his troops to investigate even though he knew the danger.

"withdraw--"

Menechel lowered his voice, but at this moment his ears caught a slight sound of breaking air.

He swept the spear horizontally, and the tip of the spear flashed a white light, deflecting the arrow that was coming straight at him.

The buzzing of the arrows seemed to have turned into a horn of attack. A whistling sound suddenly came from the dense forest, which was quiet enough that one could hear each other's breathing.

"Retreat, leave here immediately!"

Menechel shouted, but without his reminder, several scouts drew their swords.

But in the shadow of the dense treetops, under the snow, and even between the branches of dead trees, one fully armed knight after another emerged from these places that were impossible to accommodate, blocking the escape route in the short time that Menechel just gave the order.

Menechel tightened the spear in his hand, his eyelids drooped and his expression changed. Among the knights who surrounded him, there were knights dressed strangely, but there were also knights guarding Yuanlihe City mixed in.

Magic, the most basic fake magic, which was originally the little trick that Menechel despised the most, but at this moment it forced Menechel to death.

At the front, a large mass of shield soldiers were slowly approaching. Amid the crowd, several crossbows could be seen looming in the air, ready to shoot at the enemy's command, and would mercilessly shoot Menechel and his men into sieves.

"Lord Menechel, we've been ambushed."

Menechel glanced at the knight who had spoken. The other party must have really felt fear, as he spoke meaningless words with a pale face.

He scanned the surrounding scene very quickly in an extremely covert manner. In the dim light, he could not accurately determine the exact number of enemies, but since the other party dared to show up, it meant that they were fully confident.

Holding the spear in front of him, Menechel lowered his center of gravity, and tiny red and black magic power like electric arcs flickered and danced around him.

"Use bows and arrows?" Menechel's voice was full of provocation. In the dim light, his eyes reflecting dark red light became the most conspicuous sign. The almost overflowing mocking look seemed to completely ignore the opponent's huge advantage in military strength.

And this is indeed the case.

Menechel only brought four scouts with him, and the main force of the Knights Templar was still far away and had not entered the jurisdiction of Lihe City.

As long as they can delay for a while, if Menechel has not returned within a period of time, then his deputy will lead the knights to take a detour back to the city of Bilú to prepare for defense - this is also Menechel's last emergency measure.

The red and black electric arc spread from the fingertips to the tip of the gun, making a crackling sound in the air.

You can use your past reputation to delay it as much as possible. If you can't delay it, then you will just have to leave it to fate.

The imagined rain of arrows did not fall, but Menechel's hand holding the gun did not relax at all.

"Indeed, a volley of arrows has no meaning for Britain's first knight. This is the result of countless knights trying again and again." In front of him, the originally impenetrable shield line quietly parted, and a knight in black armor walked out of it: "But now, Knight Menechel, can you really stop the attack of three thousand people?"

Menachel narrowed his eyes, a dangerous gleam flashed in his pupils, and a gloom shrouded his heart.

Seeing that the other party was ready to talk, Menachel was willing to delay the time.

"I'm curious." He looked at the black-armored knight in front of him, who was undoubtedly the enemy's commander.

"From what you said, it seems that you know something?"

Did the Lihe City Guard reveal it? No, a third-rate knight like that shouldn't know such information.

"Britain's First Knight, you are old. Too old to hold on to your undefeated crown any longer."

A gleam of light flashed in Menichel's eyes, and a cold light crossed the close space. It was a simple and unpretentious stab straight to the opponent's exposed cheek. The rapidly closing distance made Menichel's pupils involuntarily begin to dilate.

The sound of metal colliding could be heard.

I don't know how long it has been since I last felt the collision of weapons. The opponent raised the tip of his sword as if prepared, and blocked the fatal shot with an extremely small movement.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, tiny arcs of electricity exploded from the soles of Menechel's feet, once again creating distance before the shield guard could react.

"Knight Menechel, you have really become much weaker."

Menechel tilted his head. His tentative attack just now failed to kill the opponent, but he didn't expect that the opponent was not angry and was still talking to him calmly.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Ezequiel sighed silently. Obviously, Menechelle did not recognize him, which was normal - after all, when they met last time, he, Ezequiel, was just an unknown character that the other party was unwilling to kill.

But ten years later, also in Lihe City, the situations of the two sides were dramatically reversed.

Perhaps out of some evil taste in his heart, Ezequiel's mouth twisted grimly: "But your undefeated achievements, Knight Menechel, should not end here."

The man said, with a malicious mockery in his tone: "Surrender, and I can declare to the outside world that you did this out of dissatisfaction with King Arthur, so that your great deeds can continue."

The honor of being undefeated, what a nice word, Ezequiel thought, probably no knight could resist such a temptation.

In the snowy forest, as Ezequiel's words fell, a pin drop could be heard, and everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on Menechel.

"you……"

The lightning snake twisted and wrapped around the tip of the gun, and the sudden explosion of lightning instantly illuminated the entire forest.

The killing intent, the unbridled killing intent seemed to materialize and strangled everyone present. The light armor that was originally as smooth as snow opened outward piece by piece, protruding a layer of hideous horns.

"Let me surrender! Who the hell do you think you are?"

Ezequiel felt a chill on his neck and took a step back. The next moment, a stream of light as bright as a punishment from heaven appeared in front of him.

The shield guard who was standing in front of Ezequiel was blown away, and the broken round shield flew towards Menechel and Ezequiel.

A fierce cold light flashed and rushed towards Ezequiel. Ezequiel raised his sword in a panic and barely blocked the second stab. The vibration from the hilt made Ezequiel's arm numb.

Ezequiel's gaze could not help but meet Menechel's dark red eyes like the setting sun once again, and the feeling of fear once again caught up with the individual named Ezequiel.

The sunset that he thought he would never remember in his life was exactly like the spear hanging in front of him at that moment.

Are you kidding me... Isn't it said that this guy has become so weak that he is not worth mentioning?

He gritted his teeth and tried to hold up the sword in his hand, but he could not stop the tip of the spear from getting closer and closer to his face. The real force made him doubt the authenticity of the [reliable intelligence].

"kill!"

Ezequiel almost squeezed out the word between his teeth, and the shield guards around him raised their shields and smashed them at Menechel's body as if they had just woken up from a dream.

With a loud bang, the shield hit Menechel hard, causing the flat surface of the shield to dent. Ezequiel felt his hand lighten and his body involuntarily fell forward.

However, Menechel took the shield blow as if he felt no pain and then moved sideways to avoid the shield guards who were approaching one after another.

In his sight, everyone's movements were infinitely slowed down. The magic power that was almost enough to burst his body supported Menachel to move again.

This overloaded state probably won't last long.

Menechel thought, apart from the initial rush of blood, his mind was extremely clear at this moment.

He knew that what he had to do now was not to kill the enemy commander.

Evacuation is the first priority.

It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I will try my best to write and make up for what I owe you.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 92: No Help from Soldiers in an Isolated City

"Ran?"

Ezequiel had a gloomy face. He had ambushed three thousand men in this not very wide forest, but he still failed to capture Menechel.

There was no ripple on the face of the knight who reported. The total number of casualties among the 3,000 ambushes was only more than ten, and there was only one death, who was killed by the four scouts. As for Menechel, he only accidentally injured a few knights along the way while fleeing.

He was actually quite dissatisfied with Ezequiel. If it weren't for the fact that this commander was too proud and Menechel had found an opportunity to engage him in close combat, a hail of arrows would have been enough to take the life of this legendary knight.

If it weren't for those scouts who tried their best to obstruct him, Menasheel might not have been able to escape.

"Chase, chase for me!"

Ezequiel looked gloomy, cursing in his heart what he saw as Menechel's unchivalrous behavior. The atmosphere had reached such a high point, but Menechel ran away without even looking back.

If this matter were to spread, not only would Ezequiel not be able to clear his name, he would probably become the laughing stock of all knights in the world.

It is obviously difficult to find a person in the vast Stark region, but just as Ezequiel could predict that Menechal would be attracted by the letter for help from the River Li River, now that the River Li River has fallen, Ezequiel can also conclude that Menechal will rush back to the City of Biloo in order to guard the only way to the City of Camelot.

"Leave one thousand people in Lihe City, and the rest go to Bilulu City!"

……

If he had not met the Knights of Billu who were preparing to return to the city, Menechel would probably have collapsed on a snowy field due to the double loss of magic power and physical strength.

He returned to Bilù City riding someone else's warhorse.

This was the first time in Menechel's life that he felt the thrill of riding a horse, but he could not be happy no matter what. At this moment, he finally had a clearer understanding of his own strength.

In the meeting room.

The burning sensation in his abdomen made it extremely difficult for Menichel to breathe, but he tried his best to remain calm.

The other party already knew that his health was beginning to deteriorate - Menechel had a gloomy face. As the commander-in-chief of this team, he could not show any signs of fatigue.