My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 031: The Ira War

When a wise man first experienced war when he was nine years old, when all his children were still delicate in the arms of their parents or running for a living, the wise man had secretly come to the battlefield for the first time to experience the cruelty and sorrow of the world.

—— Beginning of Section 1 of Volume I of The Great Sage

Keiral just felt that there was a rolling stove in his sleep and he was sweating, even in a sheepskin felt. Keiral naturally hugged the stove and buried his head in it.

This is Coke, Priscia, and it's full of temptation, and the smell keeps spreading around her, wrapped around her, and it's just so happy, and I wanted to bite, and I remembered that Kerall only had one admonition a day, and I just whispered and then I closed my eyes and hugged Kerall and I went to sleep.

“Brother... Brother...” Priscia's hand danced and muttered in her sleep, suddenly tears burst out, and all of a sudden the demons burst into shock.

“Yes, I'm here, right next to you... so little Priscia doesn't have to rush at all...” The gentle voice is like a hypnotic song, allowing the almost transformed Priscia consciousness to blur again, a glimmer of light over Priscia, all you can see in the moment is a little silver hair under the reflection of that light: “Rest in peace, brother is right next to you, Priscia...”

In the mumbling of a hazy silver-haired face, Priscia fell asleep again.

“Hoo-hoo...” Keiral breathed only then, and in the morning he woke up and found that Priscia slept well beside herself, and didn't intend to let her get up, she hugged her and went on the unicorn, but suddenly acting like a nightmare made the little unicorn keep sighing, luckily Keiral's stable mind magic was very skilled, the peace of language and the peace of mind magic combined to keep Priscia asleep in peace, but Priscia's hands tightly grabbed Keiral's white cape to death and didn't let go.

Keiral shook his head with a slight bitter smile and looked at her glue, I'm afraid he'd never jump off the horse again.

But it's good to keep her quiet.

Turn around and look at Denisa: "Nah, Denisa, is the demon really that powerful?” Kerall was amazed to see that Denisa's hands were intact as white jade.

“That's how it works.” Dinesha shrugged her shoulders and smiled, “Of course there are a lot of other things to think about, such as Rolujah's flexibility, Sofia's power, that's all, Inélie, show them your amazing moves. ”

Inelie didn't say anything, just walked up to a tree and walked back.

Then the tree collapsed and became a piece of wood: “This is my high-speed sword, and it's a form of demonic power. ”

“Awesome.” Kerall smiled and exclaimed, "This technique can be quite daunting on the battlefield, but if it's a stand-alone one:“ Inélie, this technique... isn't it accurate? ”Inélie suddenly shocked:“ Yes, the faster the move, the more powerful it will be, but the more precise it is, because even I don't know where my sword is at the earliest. ”

“So why not reduce the speed to improve accuracy?” Kerall smiled: “With all due respect, though my future goal is not to be a knight, I also have my own understanding of martial arts: what good is it if you can't beat your enemies any faster... your demons aren't endless... isn't it more savvy than spending a lot of demons forming a network of swords that you can't even see yourself in? ”

“Hmmm...” Inelie walked and remembered.

“Mm-hmm." Kerall looked at Inélie, who had slowly fallen into contemplation, nodding softly, a warrior was not terrible, but a warrior who possessed the force of murder but was able to think.

In that case, the soldier will have the ability to rise to Commander.

Keiral takes a closer look at the four swords that are on her side, and Dinesha is undoubtedly the strongest, presumably the strongest, only about 70% of her fighting power is needed to kill all the unequal, and her IQ is the strongest of all, but this sword Keiral definitely has to be with her: because Priscia will definitely stick close to herself, for her own safety, Dinesha naturally has to be with herself, and only Inélie is the most intelligent of the remaining three.

Sofia and Rolujah are naturally more than enough as Kingsguards, but they are very naive to lead the sword as captains.

But Inélie is different. First, Inélie is the sword of NO.2. She is strong enough to make both of us oral. She is also older than two people. She must be more stable in character than the two people who jumped off. It would be perfect as a leader, and...

Kerall's heart is hidden in redemption for these powerful, but dark, hand-held girls.

But now he knows it's unrealistic and can only be buried in the bottom of his heart, but the leader already has a certain candidate, doesn't he?

“Finally.” Behind Atollis, with Priscia in his arms, and Gavin on horseback, as for the four swords all around him, Dinesha had lost her hands and sword, carrying the sword of Priscia on her back.

The sword easily caught up with the foot strength of the two horses, which forced Gao Wen to marvel at, but even so, the pedestrian walked all morning and arrived hungry not far from the battlefield, Ira.

“Has it turned out that way…” Kerall's tone seemed unspeakable and painful, Ira, the "blood vessel” that would have relied on the port to boom trade and prosper the whole town: the port, but was mortally wounded, and the Gaul easily drove the boat in without adequate armed force protection, like a beast, easily tore the town apart and turned Ira into a human hell.

Now Ira is completely wrapped in smoke and fire, like hell, murder, rape? Succubus, greed, taunt, seven sins, everywhere...

And now, all three directions are surrounded by the Knights' Square, and if they want to escape, then at sea, the battleship led by the Grand Duke of Andrei himself will cause them to sink into the sea.

Flags flying, singing English war songs, the knights approached Ira step by step with a knight's gun hanging from the saddle and a knight's sword beating the shield as a beat.

Looking in three directions, in three neat arrays, Kerall suddenly understood where King Joseph's confidence had knocked around 80,000 Gauls inland in three teams of 2,000 people... in front of these steel tanks, apart from using an axe to cut them apart with all his strength, what attack could hurt them?

Then… the battle began, which allowed Kerall to widen his eyes.

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