My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 212: A Letter to the Silver King of the Far North

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“Huh..." In the silver land of the Far North, only polar bears and old hairy men can survive, and people with insufficient health cannot survive for half a day in this silver-covered snowy place deep in their knees.

But what's strange is that a tiny, thin girl with a cloak wrapped around the prospect of slowly getting a grown man into deep knee snow just prints a small footprint of her.

That's right, you're right, a tiny footprint! She's not wearing shoes in this cold place?!

“Look what I found?!” With a hissing sound, fear spreads in this snowy, dense forest, where giant monsters over two metres appear in front of little girls, making people look like they can't help but scream, with their big, ugly faces, their sharp teeth and their claws like sharp blades.

Absolutely not one of nature's top predators!

The most important thing is to talk. It also has wisdom!

He drowned in his mouth and said to the little girl: "A little girl, only sixteen years old, dressed and lethally seduced... so delicious... the gut smell, I smell it! ”

“Visceral? Where?” With a sweet, natural smile, the little girl asked, with a wide forehead, she stuck her hair behind her head, looking very clear and beautiful: “What, there's nothing there, lying guy, to be punished, punished...”

“Hey, what are you talking about? Why aren't you scared?” The strange monster just made a throat sound and then instantly split his head and visceral body apart.

“Strange, why should Priscilla be afraid?” Gently wiping purple blood on her cloak, the girl gave a strange smile, that expression called collapse: “Shouldn't you be scared?” The mutilation was only for a moment.

“The so-called higher creatures... are you the guy at the top of the food chain?” The silver lion king appeared in place, smelling the smell of the dead demon, rushing forward one by one.

“Eh, are you chasing me? Similar." On a cliff, Priscilla lowered her head and watched as the fierce rhinoceros rammed through the forest.

So she came up. Ask.

“Awakener, what brings you to Silver King's land?” He asked mercilessly, when the awakener awakens, he will restore his original hair, his eyes, even ordinary people, very little silver hair.

He's special.

“Eh!” Priscilla's eyes lit up: “Do you know the Silver King? ”

“What are you doing in Silver King's land?” Silver's Lion King sighs and asks, "This is the second sentence, the third sentence he's about to attack.

“Speak…” The voice suddenly appeared behind him, and then the whole man had begun to lose control of his body, not power, not attack, but absolute fear, absolute fear that kept Silver-eyed Lion King Ricardo from moving.

Abyss? No, unlike the West and Islam, is it stronger and more frightening? What kind of monster is this?

Super... abyss.

“Nah, can you show me the Silver King?” She smiled and said, "Does this monster have such an absolute oppression without even being transformed? You fucking monster." Never! ”Let me take you to Isley.

“Then there is no way. There are still a lot of people. It would be nice to kill some of them. It's really lonely to walk alone in this place.” She seemed a little naturally stubborn and adorable: “Let's hurry up and give the letter to the Silver King and go home!”

Wait, what letter? “Goodbye, little lion.” She smiled and was about to kill, but a long arrow of bones flew in like a shell.

It may be lethal for ordinary people, but this attack is only a test for their monster level.

Priscilla, who had not even transformed her bones, finally found out that it was a powerful enemy. She looked carefully and saw only the silver streamlined armor and the strong, tall body of the two, who appeared healthy and handsome, elegant and overbearing, like the silver king.

He's Isley.

The King of the Far North, a warrior who fought the ancient Uruk Empire for decades and even longer than humankind knew.

And the first abyss.

The only successful combat item in the organization.

But I couldn't control it, so I failed!

He's perfect. Just one person suppressed the organization for hundreds of years.

And powerful.

But there's a stronger presence, Priscilla.

“Eh... King of the Far North, King of Silver Isley.” Priscilla squinted her eyes and looked seriously at Isli, then nodded softly: “Someone asked me to send you a letter. Oh, finally.” Finally, you can go back to your brother.

“It's a letter.” She backfired a letter from her mouth, which was very clean and completely devoid of any trace, but this letter suddenly changed the colour of Isli as an abyss: “This letter, this paper...”

“This is what my brother gave you.” She said with a disgruntled look.

“Oh...” With a stunned voice, he slowly walked to her. She looked incredibly petite in front of him. She had only his calf big, not even thick enough to make his calf thick, but both of them knew that the power was definitely not so comparable. She has to be much scarier!

“Letter.” She passed the letter, and he picked it up with that huge palm and opened it.

Readers, 10 lines at a glance.

“What's your answer?” She couldn't wait to ask.

“I reject his proposal.” Islivin Weinlya smiled and said, "I can't accept this stuff. ”

“Eh, running away from life.” She said in a surprising tone: "Or is it a clear judgement? ”

“Brother said, if you refuse, leave you alone, but if you agree, kill you. Tsk, that's too bad. What does it say?” Priscilla asked in surprise.

“Ah, what a cunning guy, setting a trap in a place like this, but the contents are a secret.” Isrihaha smiled, shook his head, grabbed Ricardo on the ground and shook his head: “Then go back and tell your brother goodbye. ”

This phrase contains all the meaning, but Priscilla doesn't care so much, she just cheers and turns into her true posture.

The demons of the unicorns descended upon the earth, as if they were the most terrifying of beings, a gesture that deeply fascinated Islam.

“I really want to see it, Jay, the man who can surrender these monsters.” Isli suddenly sighed.

“Wang?” Ricardo frowned, “Sorry, haha, that's funny, I'm looking forward to it!” Isrihaha smiled and left Ricardo behind.

Isrihaha smiled and instantly disappeared into Ricardo's sight.

“Interesting? Who?" Ricardo still doesn't understand the situation.

“Well, that's about it.” Of course, Kerall couldn't have known anything more than a million miles, maybe a hundred thousand miles, maybe a million miles, if he really wanted to calculate?

It's just that Kerall is dealing with Serti, the headless knight, about Stelulson.

“That's good, Miss Salty. You're really good at that.” Keiral gently touched the black headless horse and laughed. In theory, Keiral belonged to nature, and Keiral simply did not hate the same nature as the horse.

“What do you say, are you interested in working for me?” Kerall smiled and reached out: “I, need your abilities, I, need you. ”

“…” The other person was very calm, at least she seemed calm without a head.

Then snap, snap, snap, snap, snap... on the paper.

White paper.

Made from mortar and plaster… no need to lean against cowhide and sheepskin! Communicating culture is worth millions of dollars!

Cross-century inventions were so spoiled by her, many students could not bear the fact that she had spoiled paper.

Obviously, because she couldn't talk for a long time, she had to write hard, write, write what she had held back for a long time.

[Are you kidding me? You think you can make me forgive you for everything you've done to me?

[No way! You cheater, tyrant! Freak! I'm not gonna help you!

[You guys really hate this... [

“It's pathetic.” Keraljin smells like reading a novel. “Is that all you've got? Is that all you've got? That's pathetic.” Kerall smiled head-on.

Let Salty, who punched the same punch in the cotton, go down like a balloon with balloons.

“Well, I suggest you think about it," Kerall laughed and threw the paper into the trash can, and he stockpiled the blank stuff from the beginning, and it was finally time for these two big killers to “invade” when the best use was made of live print and enough was enough!

Just as Kerall was confident, his chess game began to unfold slowly, and it seemed good.

Keiral touched his chin and wondered why a strange thought had suddenly arisen: should we go to Carthage in Africa? No, you may not have to go yourself, but how about the level of nation-building with Carthage? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)