My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 166: Red Dragon Iconir

PS: Thanks for the "fdvbg," "Huang Yinglong," “White his son's old man" review ticket... well, sometimes I go to the book page to read the comments... I rarely look to the right, or see it, but I forget it when I upload it at night... sorry ~

PS1: The next chapter is Dragon Slaughter... should I go to jail for two or three days to write the atmosphere?

PS2: Slug imprint closes the code at 5,000 words per day... new book 2000, old book 3000 deposit... think about getting up and bumping at 7: 00 every day for an hour and a half 8: 30 to drive school and not coming back until 6: 30 pm... this is bitter...

PS3: Favorite!

When the moon hangs its head in the night.

A shadow passed the fence silently, crossed the knights' line of defense, and gently stepped on the soil of the garden to open the wooden window.

Then he snuck in.

“Coming?” The living room, where the fire really burns, is full of dusk, and Keiral sits in front of the carpet of the furnace fire smiling and forking his hand to ask.

Even Altoria fell asleep, and it wasn't someone else who came to Kerall, the girl in the white wolf leather jacket, who was a wolf child in the morning.

She seemed to have known she was coming, and Keiral looked at her with black tea in his hand.

“What did you say today count?” The girl asked why she didn't seem to hate Kerall so much after she found out he smelled like her own people.

“Of course.” Kerall shrugged with a smile: "I came for peace, not to hope that mankind and warcraft would wage a full-scale war.” In fact, during this day, humans have used their wisdom to capture at least ten warcraft and kill at least twenty...

Keiral did not want to accept such an unwarranted battle, nor did he want this wild and untamed group of warcraft to cause loss to his troops, nor would he have any interest in defeating them, nor would he be as full of money as Scotland, and Keiral did not want to fight a meaningless war.

It is best to be able to end peacefully.

Kerall thought about it.

“You will never have a deal with Lord Mountain God.” The little girl had a soft mouth, and in fact she didn't like Kerall, but gambling made her interested, and Kerall shrugged her shoulders and smiled and shook her head.

The next morning.

All the knights assembled the camp to be sent, the tent was rolled into a saddle, the knight's sword hung by the saddle, and the horse had washed his strong muscles to reveal the beauty of a force.

Fifty knights, all ready to go, stared at Altoria and Kerall with a cord in their hands.

The little girl next to Kerall had never seen such a battle, and her eyes were straight.

Kerall assembled the last of Artoria's guard forces, although the defensive mind was inevitable in order to prevent the “mountain god" from suddenly dropping his killer, and he did not try to have any thoughts that were inconsistent with each other.

The so-called beheading tactics, both on the beast side and on the human side, are marketable.

Shot a little girl in the head, and Kerall loved the feeling of shooting someone in the head as an elder.

Unhappy to look at Keiral, she took the lead in drilling into the forest.

In fact, even the shrub can't make horseshoe iron under the feet, iron guard horses near the feet feel sting, but the people sitting on the horse are already trees tall, the branches are constantly penetrating through the gap of armor, although they can't break the lock armor inside them, but itching is painful, the knights as warriors should endure these things, but the feeling is really annoying.

Kerall's robe was also stabbed all black.

Keiral frowned slightly, and this is a hassle.

“Keane, Ryder. Draw the sword ahead and cut the road.” Chopping a road is naturally chopping a road, and the strength consumed by two people can be saved by rotation, but it won't take ten miles for all knights to consume their strength.

How little Kerall understands.

“Yes." The two knights responded softly, pulling out the sharp knight's sword as if it were a revolver. The thorns had not fallen at all along the way, and the road blinked for more than two rides.

Keiral opened his eyes slightly, and for the first time, he was looking at something like martial arts.

Martial arts have not always been the most important thing in his war. Although the so-called Battle of Artoria was meant to disperse each other's formation, on the other hand, it also allowed her to build a strong reputation, after all, Kerall did not positively feel how powerful this thing is.

Now that the two men who revealed their martial arts in front of him let Kerall shake his head softly, it seemed that he had forgotten that the unbeatable knights still held a seal.

The battlefield was too far away from him, and the so-called Knight of the Seal was almost forgotten (after all, it was a matter of six or seven years old, if not deliberately remembered, and Kerall's IQ was no longer as high as Intix's.), Now think carefully, it seems that the Grand Duke of the North is able to use tens of thousands of knights to block the looting of hundreds of thousands of enemies. After all, there are still many knights under the seal.

Kerall touched his chin, didn't he underestimate them?

Thinking Kerall did not see the eyes of a little girl who was angry because they cut trees.

Going forward for an entire morning, washing the tired and dirty wash brought about by one of the clear springs, Kerall looked at the mountain that seemed to be covered in heavy snow, foggy peaks, and had roughly determined in her heart that the “mountain god” in her mouth did indeed live there.

Only too high a summit can lead to a highland climate, can these knights really live up to their original standards? Keiral hasn't started talking yet and has already started thinking about what happened after the fight. I have to say, the beast is not wise, or there are really a few guys who would sit down and negotiate.

The knights have been climbing mountains all afternoon, stopping those who want to eat snow directly, and Kerall knows that while snow (another way of saying it is Arctic ice, and personally feels like snow and ice all together) is the largest freshwater resource in the world, if eaten directly it will break your kidneys and must be melted in a kettle before you can drink it.

Thanks to bamboo, just a little processing can replace the presence of a plastic kettle without having to harvest, grind and carve like any other wood before a fine kettle... bamboo only takes a few steps to process or take a hole is perfectly ok.

The knights, who were instigated by Kerall, finally recognized the thirst and waited for the bamboo barrel in their arms to warm up for a moment before opening it for drinking.

By the time this grind reached the top of the mountain, it was almost dusk.

“This is something of his_mom_...” Kerall had his first rough mouth since birth, and in fact everyone was staring at this one with four house sizes, lying there like a little mountain bag with a monster falling off his chin.

“What is it? No, I'm not something, I'm a dragon, Red Dragon Igounir.” The dragon lowered his head and looked at Keiral with a gaze: “But you, what brings man to my land? ”