My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 164: The Wolf in the Woods

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PS1: The so-called messy headache is, after all, just your personal opinion… 51: 4 survey, do you want me to abandon 51 readers for your 4? After all, you don't like messing around or the public...

PS2: It's silly to discuss these issues... Especially when it comes to discussing who Che Ji is, whether Che Ji is a magician or not, whether Che Ji is a middleman or not... It's true that I lost the explanation from the beginning... In the future, all questions about this kind of question will always be based on my opinion, always my book. I can give up that book if I have a requirement for setting it up, I'm just an amateur myself, don't leave a disgusting message in the book review area after giving up, thank you.

“Put Keane in the camp to take good care of him, fence the camp in a circle, hang a copper bell in case of warning, and eventually round up all the horses to prevent vandalism.” Keralseau raised his head for a moment and told the knights of the round table to say,

The knights of the round table took orders and split into teams and began to dry in the heat of the day.

A child hidden in the shadows of the dense forest looked at the group of uninterrupted guests with a sharp look, and suddenly a knight turned around and looked in her direction.

In order to escape the sight of an evil dog who suddenly made her lie on the ground in a shitty position, she had to flee in such a hasty manner.

Seems not too convinced of his instincts, he touched his pig's short hair and turned his head to continue inserting the semi-cuttered bamboo into the dirt.

Bamboo is actually a good thing, it grows fast (not fast, but easy to grow), easy to grow, tough, sharpened as a weapon, stir-fried bamboo rice after flowering can still be eaten, Kerall likes bamboo the most, more than pine trees that can provide pine oil...

Now these bamboo branches are skeletons, split into a strip of bamboo as a fence, and there seems to be nothing hard to hold him under Kerall's hands, except that the fence on Kerall's side is very beautiful and the fence made by the other knights is miserable.

Of course, these fences are just to keep the horses out, and to keep animals alert, or to prevent attacks.

Keiral looked in the woods, surrounded by messages from the knights, escorts, rhymes of escorts, almost thirty rides around, and Keiral wouldn't dare pretend so lightly if he hadn't completely annihilated the Scottish army.

You know, Keiral always seemed to have fought off with his sword, or won the war with his [wisdom], but that just shows that Keiral's [wisdom] was built on [stability], and Keiral walked all the way through a little bit of risk, and there was no crisis at all, because the Keiral family had a small business, where was the chance of turning over after losing once? Needless to say, the widow of the small Camelot nation is the Carthage kingdom, one of the overturned Roman provinces, which has been defeated by a wave of Hannibal defeats since independence. If he can't lose, he can't lose! If he loses, the Carthage behind him will be trampled. He can't lose! Absolutely not!

I suppose that's the way it's gonna be when Kerall and the others play in the future, huh?

It's just that Kerall, from the aggressor's point of view, is still able to defend himself against attack with the sea and the English Channel, and Hannibal is truly hopeless.

Keiral sighed softly, and now it's too early to say this, so let's just keep our eyes open.

The sound of the horses, the semi-warriors, they wouldn't be surprised if they went to war. What could make them so loud?

Both Kerall and Altoria and the knights walked out of their houses and tents towards the stables.

The stables are very crude, they are just circled and covered with sunshine and rain, but there are no walls on all sides. After all, the hybrid horses don't really care about these things, but what makes them so hostile?

Kerall was strange, so he soothed the horse with the characteristic smell of the sage and then looked at the guy surrounded by the horse.

A little girl dressed in a wolfskin jacket… Kerall was amazed when the little girl looked at the nearby horse with a dagger in hostile hands that seemed to be polished with some kind of fangs.

In her cognition, horses can be bullied casually only after being frightened. The wolves started hunting uncontrollably after frightening the horses, but these horses seemed different... not only were not scared, but revealed the smell of iron blood killing. Even after breaking the back leg of a horse with a dagger, the horse was not frightened but stamped with a strong back leg...

Her calf bones had been broken and even her body, like a rag doll, could not move at all, and she could only shake as strong as Cesar under the wrath of the horses.

Kerall also saw her disguise.

Slowly came in front of her and tapped off the dagger in her hand. Although not too fond of martial arts, Keiral was also a figure who had been practicing for decades since childhood, and strength alone was no match for a little girl.

He just slapped it gently on the side of the dagger and flew it all the way out.

Now the girl was no longer defensive, just constantly stuck her hand in the dirt and shouted at Kerall, who looked at her and frowned.

“Can't you speak... a child brought up by a beast?” Keiral frowned, and he had heard of children brought up by beasts before, named Beasts, who could not speak, understand no language, know no society, eat raw meat, eat cold water, in the very eyes of the whole human being degraded, even basic communication.

Kerall feels a little troubled, if that's the case.

“Do you understand me?” Kerall grabbed her two claws with one hand and asked her.

In order to avoid her being too excited, Kerall proactively sends out a good signal: a faint halo on her left hand soothes her calf, the reddish broken calf slowly begins to heal and becomes itchy, perhaps the average person doesn't understand, but living in the mountains can only heal herself. Of course she knows what this itchy feeling is: the feeling of the wound healing!

She's in shock. This guy, what kind of monster is he?

The guy who heals the wounds?

Keiral healed the wound on her and watched as she stood still and didn't speak, grabbed her hand and wolf jacket and walked out of the stables, being lifted in the middle of the sky. She wanted to punch and kick Keiral, but her hands were restrained and her body was reversed. Where did she get Keiral?

“It should be her.” Keiral smiled at the knights who circled outside: "The guy who attacked Keane… she followed injured Keane all the way here, wondering whether to continue hunting or because there were so many people here that caught her attention.” Keiral's words opened the eyes of the other knights, and before Altoria could question herself, the little girl screamed angrily: "Sooner or later, you despicable outsiders will be devoured by 100,000 mountains! ”

You can talk! ”Now, De Keiral was surprised.