My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 132 Capture

PS: First arrival... and I'm a liability theorist, like the most wonderful thing about Spider-Man: Artoria, as a royal descendant, must inherit the throne besides committing suicide... can she be wrong if she doesn't want to? It's like the Nine Elders are being scorched by the Americans, and they don't want to be wrong? Anyone who says that is retarded. Forget it!

PS1: Thanks to the reader for the "White Up His Old Son" and “TQ1377” review tickets!

Just as the big picture settled on one side, Joan on the other relaxed and her two men went directly to draw attention to the other two directions, including the King of Scotland, where she had every reason to believe that so many baits would allow her to escape.

Of course she knew what would happen if she fell into the hands of the Camelos, and after she saw an innocent woman who had died two days after being raped by the Scottish Army for treason, she knew that this era was already insane! This is a crazy time! She didn't think of anything but stopping him!

She didn't want to be torn apart like that woman was a regular soldier, and then pressed one soldier after the other behind her in a sun-burned microphone, and they laughed at themselves with a smile on everyone's face like a shift change.

Think of it as a horrible scenario, for any girl...

JOAN Deeply aware of the nature of these soldiers, without discipline and restraint, they are a bunch of hungry wolves, these wolves —— they must not be released!

And Camelot not only released the hungry wolf, but also trained a wave of young wolves, and she wouldn't forgive Camelot anyway.

JOAN held his fist tight and looked over at the canyon, where there was still a scream of killing, but the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.

Jeanne frowned slightly and Joan never went back to the path ahead, where there was a path to freedom, where there was a future for the East Mountains to rise again!

JOAN 'S HEART pounding through the narrow path of being able to ambush a man finally sees the open field, and the whole man is open.

“JOAN… Miss. (MR)" A gentle voice came along, and JOAN jumped like he was electrically shocked, when he was really agile.

There were two people sitting on a big rock not far from 10 meters to her left.

A woman and herself are equally blonde, and the sparse two are somewhat alike.

And the other man had a jealous silver hair, smooth and long, with a long stick in his hand and a clear crystal on it, a large pair of green amber-like eyes looking at her with a gentle smile, the two of them white and blue dressed like the sky, then sat there at the same time completely free of any feelings of discord.

“You must have been in charge of the battle, right?” The young man in white clothes gives Joan a different feeling than any other nobleman, who tends to look at you from a high, arrogant, sixty degree angle, and then lowers his eyes to forty degree angle, and this young man carries a slight grace out of God, but every move makes one feel comfortable and compelled to believe him or convince him.

“What a beautiful war.” The praise he heard from his mouth made Joan a little proud of himself, and although his face was still calm and slaughtered, there was indeed a small pride in his heart.

“I want to ask you a question.” The young man raised his hand and the silver thread on his head seemed romantic in the breeze.

“Have you received any military training?” Keiral's question gave Joan a moment of silence to shake his head: "No.

“Ha ha... that's wonderful.” Young people applaud as if they see something wonderful and interesting.

“Who are you people?” JOAN also had a sword hidden behind her. At this time, she could no longer hide it. She slowly drew out her sword and looked at both of them with vigilance.

“King Camelot, Arthur.” Artoria proudly said the name as she looked at the girl with a few similarities between her eyebrows.

And Altoria's incredible gaze at each other was also a darkness.

“Now we're here to bring you down.” Kerall affinity halo activated.

“What happens if I don't surrender?” When JOAN uttered this sentence, her mind was blocked, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she could see and herself as a young farmer's daughter by those 50 + knights' wheels (scenes of rape...

“Will you capture...?” Kerall knocked on his forehead and said in an uncertain tone of anguish: “You are too valuable... well, if a bad one can even pose a powerful threat to Camelot... if we fail to capture you, we will do our utmost to wipe you out. ”

The Kerall language is warm and gentle, like a very knowledgeable scholar, but the words made Joan's hands and feet freeze.

“So…” Altoria stood up and shook the golden sword in her hand and said, “Fight for your destiny! ”

“Defeat her and swear by Chivalry she will let you go and never capture you again… as long as you don't fight Camelot.” Keiral's words cheered Joan up.

But the next words changed Joan's face.

“Of course, you should know that we abandoned our guards, knights, etc. to make a fair fight for sincerity, and if gambling is established, then if you lose naturally you pay the price.” Keiral's words made Joan hesitate, "What price do I have to pay...? ”

“Complete loyalty to His Majesty and to Camelot.” Kerall smiled and JOAN 'S value was not political, King Scotland's value was political, and JOAN 'S value was military, and Kerall was thrilled to think of an assistant who could stand alone in the shadows of the future.

“This is the most basic condition for a fair duel between the two of you.” Keiral asked with a smile that the people of this era had regained their glory, and now that Joan was at a disadvantage, he was made fair by his "little”. After losing, he would never fail.

So naturally everything goes down the drain.

“So let's get started.” Altoria looked at Joan like a torch and said.

JOAN holds a hybrid gold sword and uses silver as an accessory material to strengthen resilience (the process of this era can't develop soft metals other than silver. In other words, this sword is not only soft, but also careful of JOAN's craftsmanship!

Seeing only a few dozen moves between the two of them, but no difference between them, Keiral took a slight look and relaxed. Although Altoria was not comfortable with the soft sword stabbing back and forth from JOAND, she obviously faced the sharpening of many fast swords such as the high-speed sword for more than 10 years. Altoria already had her own set of methods, holding on to the first dozen moves steadily, and then began to fight back in an orderly fashion.

When confronted with Dinesha, she gets a headache from the usual rogue trick, so JOAN's head suddenly burns...