My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 218: Under Calm [Request Initial Order! Request an initial order!

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The world, so strangely calm down.

But that stupid, restless agitation slowly spread under calm.

As a result, the world bought a new year.

Civilians can finally relieve themselves, because there is no need for war and they can finally plant their fields well.

In fact, for ordinary people, it doesn't matter who they are as rulers.

It doesn't matter about clothing, it doesn't matter about language, it doesn't matter about geography, it doesn't matter who the emperor is.

They just want to live, they just want to live better.

It's simple and easy to understand a group of people who are easy to control.

Why did Kerall get the people's hearts so easily?

Because Kerall gives them a benefit, a low tax rate, a chance to climb up, be knights, be able to read, be learned, be respected, you just have to work hard...

Kerall gave them the possibility, so they accepted Kerall.

Karal knew that, in fact, no matter what the national cause, any king's power was a farce.

Nationalism was no longer useful when the country collapsed, and the king was no longer present when the country collapsed.

But when someone tries to move their interests and deprive them of what they could have been infinitely deprived of, these names rush at the guys who dare to move their stuff with a fork like a sharp-eyed rabbit.

Perhaps it would be a crazy idea for Kerall to tie the entire Camelot people to his chariot and if Camelot were to roll over, the entire Camelot people would be buried with him.

But first, this is the inevitable self-choice of the people after they get the benefit. Kerall just made the inevitable choice of humanity. Second, there is no need for a people who dare not even fight for their own interests. Third, a people who fight for their own interests but fail to do so. If we say extermination, Kerall feels that extermination is always much better than not having the guts!

And if all three of the above conditions are met but there is no victory, such a people will be wiped out, less skilled than people, there is nothing to say.

There's really nothing to say.

Of course, even as the year draws to a close, news and news continue to spread from place to place.

The Uma tyrant who once broke through Babylon's Tower of Heaven: Gilgamesh once again broke through the Tower of Heaven, this time continuing his last myth: defeating the Evil Goddess and seeing the Goddess, but also bringing the Goddess home - well, God knows how tiresome Gilgamesh is to distort this woman, especially when she not only loses her divine character but also wants to use it.

Then Gilgamesh did something that made the world crazy.

Massacre.

A real slaughter god.

And of course, all these kings know that it can't be God, that even God is not a good thing, and that he is not a real God or a powerful guy.

Wang's definition of power is simple.

Strongest.

Some may have heard of the Great Swords, some may not have, but none of this matters.

What matters is that they still have a lot of understanding of strength.

On the battlefield, the title knight is able to break through weak dirt walls and through solid wooden doors.

On the battlefield, the titled infantry is able to cut off thick trees in the thighs with a wide-edged sword in their hand, and can use spears to fight more than fifty enemies by themselves.

On the battlefield, title archers are even more powerful than Zhebei. Three hundred backup arrows are just their lowest number. If they don't shoot more than 500 people, they won't be ashamed to call themselves title archers.

Titled Assassin...

It is understood that this kind of designation must be a condition of universal suicide in order to trigger this inhuman ability. It is strange that the assassin was first sung by universal suicide. Keral has never heard of the assassin in any way. Although he has heard of an assassin organization, it is clear that the assassin who was truly sung by universal suicide did not.

Maybe that's all.

But these people are inhumane!

That's right, it's inhuman! Like a sword.

The sisters of the sword may not need any conditions, but in certain circumstances, such as when more than twenty people are present on either side of the battle, or when the other is judged an enemy with a weapon, or when the other is thousands of metres away from themselves, they begin to kill as if they were bewitched.

According to them, it's a fantastic state, a state of sobriety where you can easily perceive any movement and your mind is not restricted, but the perception of the battlefield instantly amplifies the perception of calm by a thousand times and the perception of danger by a thousand times...

There's a lot of people like that around Kerall.

And so did Gavin, Gahrys, Bedwell and Altoria, which in fact happened a long time ago, but she never talked to Kerall.

Keiral had studied it carefully, but nothing had been gained, and that was what he had seen as a child, the battle against the savages in the town of Naleila.

He got the student, then in the later hours he focused on teaching the student, and then he shifted his gaze, but now when he puts his gaze here, Kerall feels that there is absolutely more Xuan Oo in there than magic.

In response, he went to visit the oldest monster in Fantasy Country, Bayun Purple.

Of course, if you say that in person, you'll die.

Then Bayun Zi's answer was...

“Rules, of course. Rules.” Bayun purple drinks tea and looks very lazy. Keiral wants to throw up the trough. Why is it Japanese, but he still holds on. She lazily explained: "It's like there are so many fantasy fairies in the country that they've been killing at the beginning, and so many weak monsters have died in the killing for that reason.” Keiral nodded softly, as if there were not many naturally powerful monsters such as Bayun Purple. Bayun Purple, a gap monster, was able to hide itself in a gap difficult for ordinary people to find at birth. The monster grew up in a relatively safe environment, and then slowly gained the strength to protect himself. In fact, the gap monster was very weak.

She may also be able to be strong to this point today is probably an accumulation of age, in fact, as if Ling Dynasty Magic Sha is a natural powerful presence rarely in fantasy township, most monsters slowly become the masters of one side after accumulation of time.

For example, 500-year-old vampires, the big lady of the Red Devil's Palace, Remilia, it took 500 years to get this strength today, in contrast —— look at Evangeline, who's only in her 20s, and you can see it clearly, right?

Eight clouds purple, the scent of the wind, Remilia, all belong to this category.

So Keiral was keenly aware of what Hakuni said when she first started.

Bayun purple is just too weak to bear the maintenance of fantasy townships.

“So the killing has been accompanied by the birth of the Fantasy Township, which ended 10 years ago.” Bayun revealed a rare expression of the meeting and a quiet, faint smile on his face: “It ended with a very gifted spiritual dream, she created the battle of Vuka, and also created the rule of Vuka battle, so I added this rule to the rule of fantasy township boundary, and from that day on, there was no more blood in the fantasy township - of course, ordinary people met animals and were eaten, only natural superiority and defeat was not a killing.” Keiral nodded his head and he had no meaning for it, nor would he be merciful to the merciful saints of goodwill.

“This is the rule of fantasy township: if you want something to fight, you have to fight according to the rules of the tokens, the winner gets something, and the loser loses the humiliation of the winner.” Bayun's purple brush opened the fan to cover his expression, and that weird tone made Kerall hear his bad intentions all of a sudden: “Well, Kai, sister, my body was exactly when I was younger ~ should I fight ~ if I lose... let ~ you ~ ravage ~ oh! ”

That's a seductive tone that no ordinary adult male can refuse, right? Unfortunately, Keiral has seen too many beautiful, intelligent, sly and insidious women since childhood (including Hakuyun Purple, including Merlin, including Morgan). So, he didn't move at all, smiling as if he was immune, and he said, "I see, what you mean by the rules, so are we being sung by all the people a kind of rule, or a kind of condition? ”

“Cut, the bigger the less adorable.” The gaze drifted away, as if to think of Keiral's lovely face as a child, Bayun mumbled and looked at Keiral: “How can I know this kind of thing, fantasy home time flow rate, the composition of the world is different from your world, how can I know that? ”

Kerall nodded softly and smiled and thanked him, knowing in his heart that fantasy towns and worlds with pounds of essence capable of producing countless elemental elves within a day were absolutely different, totally different!

So shaking is useless, and Kerall stands up and intends to go outside the junction.

“Really... no more staying?” The sound of the violet clouds behind us came gently, with questions, with hums, and... a little dependence?

“No.” Keral's cheerful voice came out of his thin lips, with endless ambition and ambition, like a true young man, and said from his mouth: “My goal is not yet fulfilled, when I'm done… come back with Lily to live in peace in Fantasy Country. ”

“Hmm, who rarely has an old man?” The gambling voice came from behind, and then nothing happened.

“Ha ha, the old man is also full of charm. Man... but the more sedimentary the smell! Don't regret it, Purple!” Keral Haha smiled across the line.

“Who would... regret it?” Relying on the interstices of the endless eyes, Bayun's purple lips gently flashed, unable to see the expression... (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.)