My Heroic Life

"Whether it is destroyed or prosperous, I don't care at all. Whether it is the nobles who abandoned me or the ignorant civilians, what does it have to do with me?"

"..."

Altria gritted her teeth, but Morgan's taunting continued.

"And speaking of protecting Britain? It's up to you? What can you do?"

"Although compared with this crisis, my strength is still meager, but I am not alone."

Thinking of his knights and friends, Altria's face eased slightly.

"I still have Lan by my side, and everyone from the Knights of the Round Table, gather everyone's strength to overcome difficulties. We have always been like this."

"...Arthur."

Morgan stared at Altria's face, calling her name softly, his tone seemed mixed with cold ice.

"You really don't know anything."

The dark magic flame felt the master's anger, and roared from the sky and turned into a rain of fire. The whole area of ​​the tree-lined area turned into a scorching hell. Altria swung the sword to slash the magic of direct attacks, and the remaining flames They are isolated from magic skills.

"Do you think that the peace in Britain for so many years is due to your efforts? You are the result of the devil's stagnation for many years? Don't make me laugh!"

Morgan raised his hand, and the magic flame erupted like a volcano.

"Use your stupid mind to think about it, are you and your Knights of the Round Table guarding Britain, or the great enchantment that has lasted for decades and has made countless fantasies hate to the bone but like a moat?"

Morgan's words made Altria's words choppy for a while, she didn't know how to answer, so she could only concentrate on avoiding the bombardment of magic flame.

"You probably ignored it habitually, right? The hero's epic only records the generals who defend the city, and the craftsmen who build the city will never be named."

Morgan chanted these words silently like a recollection, the injustice in her heart could not be restrained, she stared at Altria who was avoiding the attack, and said lightly:

"The creator of the Great Enchantment is my teacher, and you and your round table are just clowns who cheat the world."

—————

"Hey! How long will it take you to get better!"

Mordred looked at the billowing smoke in the fairy forest in the distance, and her heart became anxious. She looked back at Yin Lan, who was still motionless, and urged.

"hold on."

Yin Lan dealt with it casually, and then concentrated on the analysis of the technique. Morgan's Lingshu is an improved type that controls the body and affects the soul. It was probably secretly added when Yin Lan got the body.

However, what makes Yin Lan sad is that he has a specialization in surgery. Although he understands the truth, Morgan has a talent for studying humans since he was a child. On the contrary, Yin Lan, as a teacher, has no practical experience and has no way of knowing the problem.

The white light flashed and extinguished, and another effort failed. Yin Lan opened his eyes, casting complicated eyes into the distance.

The smoke and dust in the forest is bigger, there is not much time, whether it is for Lily or Britain.

The enlightenment in the heart should have been done long ago, but at this time the man still hesitated, the bits and pieces of the past appeared in front of him, and the ordinary life of the past seemed to be overwhelmed at this time, becoming colorful and beautiful.

But people always have to give up. The moment of farewell will eventually come. The inertia of fate is difficult to change. The end of the road should not be a rotten tomb, but a vast world.

"Hey, I'm leaving now, when did you guys..."

A light flashed behind her, and Mordred's words swallowed into her mouth. She looked back, then stunned, her eyes widened as she looked at the figure in the light.

Author's message:

py: "The Orc Sword Sage Doesn't Like to Move Thick"

A must-see for Warcraft lovers!

Chapter 66 You Know Nothing

Morgan's words caused Altria to stop, and even forgot to dodge.

Is the great barrier set by Lan?

Altria reacted quickly after being surprised. Yeah, how could Yilan's magical strength be ineffective in the past few decades?

In fact, experts and scholars in Britain have always studied the composition and formation of the Great Enchantment, but for many years, apart from knowing that its mode of operation is completely different from modern magic, there has been little gain.

Now that Morgan has solved the mystery, Altria was surprised and guilty at the same time. If this is the case, then Lan can be said to have contributed the most to Britain.

"Arthur, ignorance and weakness are the original sins."

Morgan looked at Altria surrounded by flames with contempt.

"For many years, you have been under his support without knowing it."

"I'm sure about the Great Enchantment..."

"It's not just the Great Enchantment."

Morgan frowned in boredom, she lifted the silver spear and pointed at Altria.

"Your eyes are limited to the Humble King, Demon Realm, and Britain, but you don't know anything about this world."

"Whether it is the Gospel Council with evil gods on the other side of the ocean, or the European Union that is the same humanist camp on the other side of the strait but is eye-catching, do you think they will be happy to see your rise?"

Altria's eyes slowly widened, and the information contained in Morgan's words made her think about it for a while.

"You can survive and grow to this day because someone has desperately protected you in the shadow you can't see."

Morgan's eyes flickered. She still remembers that night more than 20 years ago, on the deserted west coast, the great enchantment covering the ground was as bright as a sea of ​​light, while the sea and the sky were as dark as dark clouds.

The man’s back was still the same as before. In the black fog he was fighting with, the pillar-like tentacles and the dense and brown eyes were looming, and the maddening monster came in full, but in the end it could only drag the remnant. The mutilated body left a hateful look and slowly receded.

That night, Morgan understood that even in the face of the crisis of destruction, mankind is not monolithic, but there are huge differences.

"He has done enough, but what about you?"

The witch's figure exuded a hazy brilliance and slowly disappeared, the air behind Altria suddenly waved, and the silver spear pierced like a snake and bit towards her heart.

The intuitive skills were activated. Even though she was deceived by the illusion, Altria’s body still made the most appropriate response. She leaned forward and rolled in a circle to avoid the long spear from the electric shot. When her feet fell, she turned and swung the sword. Picking it sideways, the silver-white spear was brushed across her cheek and pulled to one side.

good chance.

Altria started to rush towards Morgan. The sneak attack was not successful. Now that the spear was picked to the side, Morgan was already empty, and the Holy Sword looked forward, and victory seemed to be within easy reach.

"You can't even afford the Holy Spear..."

Morgan glared at the rushing Altria, the shape of the spear in her hand changed again, turning into a scythe glowing with cold light, and the side of the gun that had been empty door turned into a territory of the blade of the sickle. She backed away to dodge the holy sword. The sickle slashed towards Altria's waist from behind.

"How can you beat me?"