My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 213: The Tyrant of Uruk

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“Hey! Ha! Hey!” Dozens of mighty men walked in the midst of the mayhem with their golden thrones, all respectfully kneeling on both sides, because of the majesty of the king, the oldest king of the world, King Gilgamesh with the most profound history, on that golden throne, the king with the most beautiful golden hair, proudly raised his head to look down on his own people.

The two platoons beside them salute the heavily shielded warriors beside them with admired eyes on the King of Gold just endless visions.

“Oh, Enchidu, how about a drink?” With red wine in his hand, Gilgamesh enjoyed the indulgence of his voice and laughed at the man with the short silver hair around him.

“Humph.” With a delightful look on his face, silver-haired Enzi shakes his head and plays with a goose pen like a juggler: “I hate alcohol, alcohol makes my mind dull, and, Jill, look at this thing.” He handed Gilgamesh the parchment in his hand, which was generally slightly rough but easy to store and was used to store dictionaries and literature, while parchment was soft and durable and was used for the processing of official documents by senior administrative personnel.

Because of the amount of information, parchment paper is expensive. Of course, the king of Babylon, who produces gold coins, does not need to be thrifty, but even Gilgamish was a little strange when he received such parchment paper.

“Is Alexander the bastard back?” Speaking of this message, he looked strange, and although his Umma (country name) was called the country of barbarism, only the Umma knew how barbaric the outside world was.

And Alexander, even in the outside world, was an absolute figure, registering, sweeping Greece, Persia, Egypt, even the Sabbath, who dominated the Middle East, had to be sincere to him.

The comet's brilliant character is back!

Back on his battlefield, Nakahara, back on the world's largest turntable.

What does he want?

Is it domination or splitting a cup in the middle of all this mess? Although far from Babylon, Gilgamesh, a member of the Bureau, also had to consider the far-reaching implications of the incident in detail.

Don't look at his usual proud journey, but that's just because of his character, but he's not stupid. His father is the king of Uma, his mother is the goddess of Uruti. His demigod is absolutely the best of ordinary human beings. His father gives wisdom to others, and his mother gives him the strength of God.

He is the strongest king of Uma, Gilgamesh.

“Interesting!” Gilgamesh threw the parchment at Enchiduhaha and smiled: “Orders.” As the drums around them stopped, everyone raised their heads to watch the tyrants of Hang Gu await the King's next order.

“Stop the fighting with the Silver Legion to the west, get all the territorial troops back, and get ready to brush the tower soon!” The corner of Gilgamesh's mouth commanded loudly with an evil smile.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!” The endless adventurers cheered.

The tower refers to the Babylon Tongtian Tower, also known as the Druya Plus Tower, a place full of monsters and strange things, and is a great place to play weird brush treasures.

According to statistics, 80 percent of Uruk gold coins come from here, in other words, the tower, like Uruk's economic lifeblood, is held by the ancient Uruk king, and it is his paradise and his garden.

Of course, King Uruk did not mind that ordinary people came here to hunt treasures in order to admire the ugliness of an ant, so the famous adventurers of the continent gathered here to fight for glory and money.

The World War I is not famous for not not being here, but for having been killed directly by a Minotaur monster named Tauminos and then given the seal of Emperor Claudius, despite being a little Viscount, it still drives countless people crazy.

The brush tower represents a great move by King Uruk, even cleaning up the back of the monster's tranquillity, or storing supplies, reserving money, either of which represents King Uruk's frustration.

The Silver King does not have much hatred with King Uruk. The so-called war of 300 years has been a small friction. Both sides have practiced their minds. There is really nothing too big a problem.

King Uruk's front leg had just issued an order to retreat, and the Silver Queen's leg had begun to return his troops to the capital.

The very implicit orders of both sides surprised the kingdoms, and even Rome could not help but wonder what the two countries would have been if they had always acted in vain.

That would be terrible.

Nero became even more anxious to calm Carthage's mind, and she gave three orders to Merlin to quickly take control of the regiment and begin the battle against Carthage. For Carthage, Nero had always regarded him as a province, a province that she had colonized, as if the United States had a Hawaiian attitude, and the United States would not allow Hawaii to become independent, because it was a springboard for the Pacific.

Nero, too, would not allow Carthage to become independent, because Carthage's independence represented the fall of African interests, and the Romanian Empire would lose all voice in Africa, by which time Alexander, far from Egypt, would be able to easily digest territories below Carthage that could not be annexed, making it even harder for Romania to occupy a seat in Africa.

Hannibal now focuses only on the independence of nations and nations, but more senior rulers than him have focused on the whole world.

That's the gap!

“So say, Your Majesty, the Emperor is tired of waiting. When are you going to hand over your power to me?” Merlin asked helplessly waving the four letters of appointment of Nero Claudius authorized commanders.

“Are you kidding me? How could a legion of 56,000 men let you be in control of a woman!” A young, about thirty or so generals could not hide their words and speak out.

“Oh, you mean women can't take that responsibility?” Merlin closed her eyes and asked with a smile, a smile she had learned from Kerall, which allowed people to relax independently and trust you, but obviously Merlin was definitely using the wrong place.

“Of course!” Now that you have said it, the young general who broke the jar directly says, “What qualifies you as an unknown woman to take over our oldest Romanian legion, the Legion of Valencia? ”

“The so-called Legion of Valencia ~” Merlin leaned behind the chair and looked at them with a cold, snake-like eye: “It was just a bereaved dog beaten by a Carthage, Hannibal of the district! ”

“You!!” Her words got all the Romanian commanders to stand up.

“In closing, would you like to surrender your military authority and be under my unified command?” She asked with a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, and the tear mole grew more and more charming.

“Never!” Still the young general, he shouted aloud, with pride in his bones and the strength of the Romans, he lifted his chest and despised a lady with all his heart.

This is absolutely impossible in Camelo.

It was only a moment before Merlin concluded that Camelot had gone through King Joseph's Knight Six Degrees and had gone through Kerall's modified version of Knight Six Degrees 20 years later, but humbled women and helped women still deep into their bones.

A knight would never speak so loud to a lady!

Merlin shook her head gently, and the patriarchal phenomenon was countless outside, apart from the pride of the Camelot knights, all the more so in Romania, where Nero Claudius could not have become emperor had he not burned all those who opposed her in the name of tyrants and killed all her brothers.

The reality is so cruel.

“Then please go to hell.” The finger doesn't know when to wrap around a little green snake, which is the perfect “object” like an engraving.

Snake

Magic.

For a moment, the snake began to split, and then it bit all the generals present with precision.

One, two, three.

Just three seconds of poison left them with no time to react, and they didn't even react. They were bitten by something and died covering their mouths, spraying white foam, which was neurotoxin.

It's just a little magic.

Keiral can cure them here in just one second. This little magic is hardly a magic test between the two apprentices, but it is absolutely deadly for a strong, adult ordinary person.

“Ah, really, my only enemy is my destined disciple?” Merlin lifted her purple curly hair and just felt lonely for a while. She was a magician, and the only magician in the world was her disciple.

Keiral was important to her, not just as an enemy, but as a friend, but more as a companion on the way forward, and she wanted to defeat Keiral, one to prove that she was not old or skilled poor as a teacher, and the other to calm down Camelot and extinguish Keiral's ambitions, so that they could have a very peaceful place to study magic, which was all that mattered to her.

She shook her head gently, these ordinary mortals, she didn't even have angry feelings, she had a soft look on her face and drank to the outside: "Come on, hurry up, all middle officers, I have the emperor's handwriting to announce. ”

On this day, Merlin entered the mainland stage as a commander, playing the opposite scene with her, the great general, Hannibal, who performed the show… (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.)