My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 015 Unicorn

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PS2: What do you think of Elusia's hand painting?

England's climate is more or less Arctic than that of the Heilongjiang River in China, and the plants grow so vibrantly that they live entirely without artificial logging. The thick plants, like the Jurassic period, are quite dry here, unlike the humid, muggy and hot environment of the tropics.

Keiral walked about a thousand meters on a path where the roots and roots intertwined, but found a holy place: a spring eye!

Large wild animals in this place run lakes and streams to drink water, because they can find both clean and prey, and in these springs the eyes are mostly small animals, mostly herbivorous.

So Keiral, who walked more than a thousand meters of road, was sweaty and did not hesitate to take off his clothes and bathe directly in the spring eyes. Good thing Keiral was not greasy. It was very comfortable to simply rinse without soap. The temperature was just right. In the summer, under fatigue, Keiral slept in this little puddle, but it was also strange that the puddle was too beautiful. The stones around him formed a natural puddle, and the reptiles below did not come on, and there was a cool spring shower on him, but it didn't smell like anything else.

Kerall fell asleep full of fatigue and comfort in a double baptism.

By the time I got up, it was already Nippon West Mountain.

Knowing that today's adventure can only come to an end, Kerall has no regrets, and that the spring water is still cold and cold during the summer months, and it appears to be groundwater, is a very interesting discovery in itself and could bring significant benefits.

Keiral wiped his clothes clean and was going to walk away with a cane, but Keiral looked up and was stunned.

I don't know when my neighborhood has gathered a lot of small animals: rabbits, squirrels, wild chickens and so on, all staring at themselves, for a moment Keiral understood, I'm sure this source of water is the only place in the neighborhood where small animals can replenish moisture without fear of large predators, but I've been lying there for so long without daring to come over, I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone's ordinary little animals.

Kerall was stunned, but found the figure of a more medium-sized beast in the forest: a white horse.

It should be said that it was a white horse that had not grown up, hidden between the woods and the little animals, a pair of big, godly eyes blinking and staring at Keiral as if he wanted to drink water but didn't dare come.

Keiral smiled slightly, but the crutches in his hand came directly out of a glowing magic array, which is a kind of auxiliary magic that helps to calm the mind. Keiral would add this to himself when his mind is not clear or turning too fast to stabilize his emotions. Now it is also appropriate to soothe the disturbances of these little animals.

The white light came down a little, but soon I felt calm in my heart, and the little animals slowly leaned over after a while of commotion.

A little rabbit was very alert step three, and it didn't seem like a careful low head drank water quickly until there was no attack on Kerall by the pond, and his ears were shaking very cute.

Seeing that the rabbit had not been attacked, the animals, who had been thirsty for most of the day, could not help themselves, and a bunch of bees came up and licked it in the water.

Keiral noticed keenly that these animals knew the rules very well and that filth would never be pulled into the pool. It seemed that after years of experience, until the filth would stain the water source, after a few lessons learned, no animal dared to pull into the water.

Kerall had to laugh a little bit, saying that the reason humans could be the masters of the planet was because they were making progress, and that they didn't know that animals were making progress, but because of the innate limitations of the brain.

The horse, who was in the forest without any filth, finally appeared, with a crisp horseshoe, and the little horse stepped on the puddle step by step.

The little animals were scared of it, and when they saw the ponies coming, they took refuge.

Keiral didn't see the pony until the pony came, and Keiral opened his mouth and didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Unicorn! The golden yellow one over his head looks like a bone, but the pen doesn't have a slight curvature. The pony brings a tremendous shock to Keiral, saying that the beast, the warcraft, until he sees the immense power of the pony stepping out of the pit on the stone with ease. Keiral has already reflected: The legend that has been circulating over the past million years is that the warrior fought the dragon, the knight saved the princess's trick, the mythical unicorn, the flying horse, the dragon, the Cyclops and so on. Why can't it be these mutated warcrafts?

To think that Kerall is no longer involved, that a hundred years ago history has caused historians to become involved, the more difficult it will be to think about the cruelty of time later, and perhaps these mutant species can be the legend of a thousand people.

But the little unicorn stopped in front of Kerall, shaking himself left and right, and that wasn't a big head, measuring Kerall with those big, godly eyes, but the unicorn was a little long, risky to stab Kerall's nose tip.

Looking at the power of a little unicorn to step on its feet without any malice, Keiral smiled gently and suddenly lifted his hand up and placed it under the chin of a little unicorn, but grabbed it gently.

Beasts and other animals usually itch in the armpit or chin, but they can't scratch, and the best way to relate to animals is to scratch them - preferably where they can't scratch.

Sure enough, the little unicorn suddenly had a snort, but it was quite comfortable.

He shook his head and enjoyed himself for a while, but remembered that he had come to drink water, and lowered his head to allow Kerall to itch on his neck, an unprecedented enjoyment.

After lifting his neck, he weighed the human being up and down, and his eyes were curious as never before.

Help Little Unicorn straighten the hairs around his neck, Keiral looked at the sky but felt he couldn't stay, otherwise he was going to spend the night in the forest, now during the war, any action he wanted would be infinitely magnified, not to mention just during the period of the title of sealed Xiaoxian.

Kerall must return to peace during the war.

But the little unicorn followed Kerall slowly towards the outskirts of the forest.

Keiral stood under the tree house and waved back at the little unicorn, who ran over with a loud nose and butt.

Touched the neck of the little unicorn, crossed the little unicorn and headed toward the manor, all said nothing.

Little unicorns run happily on the mainland, don't look at him as small, but speed and burst power are already the top choice, flying down the road like white arrows, complementing Kerall's white robe.

It was already dark to arrive at the estate, although it was just after 5: 00, but the house was full of people. When Kerall came back, some panicked villagers settled down. In particular, Lord Kerall the Little Sage brought back a warcraft - well, it must be something called a unicorn?