My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 155: The Girl To Be Burned

PS: My grandma's dad came back yesterday, so my dad invited my grandma's friend to dinner when she was sick. I also went, I didn't have time. Today 3 chapters compensate everyone, two on this side, one on that side.

PS1: Well, yesterday it was still good ~ Two soft girls, only one is just a rotten girl... Junior 2 ah Junior 2, they are said to be all rotten women... I strangle a lot and control Lori is afraid to be stirred by YY... I personally feel that 2012 is coming in June...

PS2: Second, at nine o'clock.

For the pirates, maybe six months has been an infinite amount of peeling, robbery, gathering to peel, but for Kerall, it's crucial.

Kerall knew his 15-year plan might be hard to achieve, but how could he be willing not to try something so hard?

In addition to the academy, the springtime farming of farmland, the opening of deserts, and the digging of canals, we went directly into Scotland to destroy the monsters.

Kerall seems to have an extraordinary sense of smell of war, always smelling of war, as was the case in Scotland's last civil war, and this time.

However, Keiral did not know where the so-called war came from, the Roman Empire was still glued to the already independent Kingdom of Carthage, and Rome, even if weakened, was still the old-fashioned ruler, all of which was not comparable to Carthage, a small African country that had supplied hundreds of years of beasts in the Roman battleground.

But the land is huge, and Rome has accumulated a large number of infantry troops on the various border lines to prevent several other countries from robbing them, and even the coastline has completely abandoned its turtle to land. It is presumably Meryn's ploy to bring Nero, instead of taking Carthage down with a single drum, against other countries.

And no other country seems to be in trouble with Camelot but Rome.

Keiral is also not impatient, he just speeds up speed. After all, intuition can sometimes really save lives. Especially warriors on the battlefield who go through hundreds of wars tend to be always faster than their brains in danger.

There were quite a few people going to Scotland this time, 55,000, and Kerall's 5,000 infantry were scattered inside, almost at the rank of squad leader, with low- and middle-level officers completely in Kerall's hands and advanced in squad form.

Scots are plentiful, but the last battle, because of the snow and ice, only went north from the mainland and stepped directly into the plains of Scotland.

Many small villages or towns on both sides of the road in the deep mountains have not been visited, and the more these hundreds of people, the more administrative units that gather thousands of people, walk to remote areas outside the Royal City, none of them have been cleared, with an initial estimate of 50,000 to 150,000 more scattered across Scottish land.

So these 55,000 people are not going to kill warcraft, they're going to drive away this workforce.

And Keiral was also so busy that he finally got away as a relaxer, and Altoria walked along the trail with a hundred and fifty round-table knights as bodyguards without a big sword.

Keiral knew that Altoria was struggling and silent during this time, holding parchment paper in her hand and carbon strips in her other hand, walking so slowly down the country trail.

By the end of the road, Keiral looked at the sketch in his hand and smiled, patting the unicorn's ass, and gently handed the parchment to Artoria, the leader.

Lily suddenly picked up the parchment in Kerall's hand, and it was her.

Her blue dress was covered in snowfox fleece, shining in the sun, on horses, between the trees in the background.

Altoria glanced at her with a soft and gentle look, and the king's girlfriend didn't have any love words or flirting with her, but slowly rolled up the parchment in her arms.

After a deep breath, Altoria suddenly felt that the war of aggression was not an unacceptable problem, and Kerall said, "Isn't everything at the bottom for the people? If so many Camelos go, not to mention the fact that the country can't pay so much, the human and material resources used alone will drag down half the country.

But now not only have hundreds of thousands of Scottish horses been harvested as manoeuvres and labour, but hundreds of thousands of people are also harvested, including gold and silver, copper and iron.

Although it cannot be said to be a big harvest, it is also a small sum of money, the treasury funds are less strained and there is still room for swimming.

Ever since Altoria discovered that Kerall's every step was very thoughtful, every time she slept with Kerall, she thought deeply about what Kerall's every step would do when she bathed in the bathroom - not, of course, when the two of them showered with a lovely bath.

Just between the two silent affectionate curse, hidden in the village outline came a shout, the noise was huge, as if there was an army, as if there was an ambush, anyway, the knights of the round table were nervous.

As bodyguards, they are also the most glorious bodyguards. They are also knights and the most elite knights. They all have titles and possess great skill, and as the direct troops of the king, if they really put the king in danger, it is really not too late to die, and the family should be insulted.

Soso Soso's soldier bladed out his sheath to scare Kerall. Altoria was still calm, with a white jade-like finger in front of her finger, and said softly: “Explore the road.” But there is more and more His Majesty's authority, but unfortunately a wise man likes to ravage His Majesty, who is becoming more and more Queen Fan...

A group of fifteen knights marched forward without any hesitation. Heavy armor, together with themselves, weighed five tons of horses. They were not afraid to ambush at all, just a few minutes after they went, and one of them came back to report: “Your Majesty, the town ahead is a town in Scotland, and they are holding a ritual of sacrifice, the best of which is a young girl, who has been rescued by us. The villagers are a little excited. Do you want to go? ”

Altoria nodded softly, and as soon as she threw the rope, the tall horse walked forward gently and gently.

Kerall, one hundred and fifty knights of the round table follow.

Thousands of villagers in the town were excited at the door of the town, many people were arrogant with smoking torches, many Camelot knights in Scotland did not understand, but this did not prevent them from standing in a row with cold swords in their hands, like the Terminators, they just disembarked their horses as walls, people stood outside the walls and looked at a group of townspeople like turkeys and dogs, that faceless and double-eyed skill made the thousands of people not dare to move at all. As for Artoria, when she arrived, she took a step back, hundreds of heavy knights looked like thousands of them.

Altoria took the initiative to talk to the people in town, and Keiral jumped off the horse as a doctor to the girl tied to the wooden cross, untied the rope and brushed the dust off her face, and Keiral stunned slightly, the girl - so beautiful!