My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 381: King's Feast (7)

PS: It took two points to get it done... so tired.

PS1: But the more I write, the more I feel...

PS2: Sweat, yesterday's birthday was out of date, so say happy birthday here, come back 4 more days next month to repay your notebook. Oh, dear ~

PS3: The problem with the white line has changed... it's not like I haven't printed it for slag... there hasn't been time for the slag print, [Aida's means] I wrote that passage for him...

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“Isley, can I trouble you?” Keiral was the first to see this Silver King, Isley.

But when their eyes converged, they were already conscious.

Unlike Kerall's wise and steady breath, the man with silver hair as handsome and handsome as himself, Isli had a slight hint of martial arts, although in early spring, but he was nothing more than wearing a blue samurai suit that looked incredibly sparkling, confident, and handsome.

But it doesn't belong to him anymore.

Perhaps if he were an ordinary man, he would be proud of his strong physique. If he were an ordinary man, he would be proud of his handsome appearance. If he were an ordinary man, he would be proud of his rights. If...

But it was all a lie, a lie, a disguise, and Isley knew that none of it was his own.

Everything about yourself has been stripped of by tissue.

Closed their eyes, took a deep breath, Isli stood up, and the two of them knew exactly what they wanted to do with a short blink of an eye. They hadn't even met before, they hadn't even said a word, but at this time, their hearts were connected.

Isli took two steps back, then after a loud bang, everyone felt just a little trembling on their own earth, and then after a huge hazy smoke, a huge figure came out of the smoke.

It's like a half-man, but it's three laps bigger than a half-man.

It was like a warrior, but his armor was born on him.

It was like a monster, but his upper body was handsome and like steel muscles.

With a lurching momentum, Isli slowly stood about fifteen meters tall. Even if Alexander, the most powerful of all kings, could not match him, his body was surrounded by horny armor to protect his body and face firmly. Except for two eyes, Isli's head was as long as that of an ordinary man. The cross section of about one meter and eight made him look like the demon king of Hell - especially with two horns behind his head, which made him more truly the name of the demon king of Hell.

After the transformation, Isli carried a strand of pressure from predators, and Kerall knew that this was the reason for the wanton release of demonic power. Although the abyss was strong, every time the demonic power erupted, it was one-twentieth of his total demonic power.

In other words, they are fighting in a similar way to the Mad Warriors.

Of course, this battle time may be short for the abyss, a week or a month, because the battle of the equivalent abyss will never end in just one month.

They often lack the ability to kill their enemies in one stroke, so they can only fight demons between the two abyss, which leads to bad luck for those on both sides who can't hold on first.

So abyss-level awakeners tend to be petite —— big enough for ordinary people, of course, but totally inadequate for the awakener group, even though one can crush hundreds of others.

If Isley starts a maniac, his 500 men aren't enough to kill him in a day!

In the face of Isli, who was so frantic, Dinesha's eyes were glittering with killing intentions, and she was worried about Kerall.

With her hands gently placed on the sword behind her back, Dinesha was naked to intimidate her. Even though she didn't want to do it, Isli contracted her pupils slightly. He noticed that this woman, who had no demonic power, had been very disturbed for a long time.

Though there is no reason, consciousness at the level of the abyss is the best reason, and Isli has good reason to believe Dinesha's threat.

“Now that I'm all transformed, let's show everyone how sad we are as‘ experiments’.” Isli's voice was low, and no one knew if it was because of his transformation.

But Keiral kept the magic of the five kings, so Islam's voice wasn't just heard by Ricardo, it was heard by even his 500 warriors.

Ricardo's transformation was also handsome, and although he was not as cowardly as Isley, it was astonishing that a lion with silver hair appeared before him.

All sorts of weirdoes appeared in Isli's camp, and all 500 of his soldiers turned into monsters of enormous size and ugliness, totally unlike humans.

Now that we have physical evidence, we have witnesses. What else do we need?

Isli slowly turned back into a human, but all the kings looked at him differently.

Gilgamesh looked at his eyes like another powerful weapon of war, while Alexander was filled with curiosity and appreciation, and Artoria was not averse to these monsters, but liked them, only plain, and Nero was filled with leaping feelings.

Humans are interesting!

Isli sits in his seat smiling with his eyes closed. Surely, only humans can kill monsters?!

“So let's start with the theme of this meeting. ”

Keiral shouted, "We want revenge! We are going to uproot the whole organization, we are going to kill them all, we are going to drink their blood, cook their bodies, we are going to pay for their blood!! ”

With the magic of amplification, Keral's voice was transmitted far away, and all of us were suddenly roared from one side to the other, and the loud roar of the convergence of Carthage, Latin, Celtic, Germanic, Turkish and Greek turned everyone into a flood.

“Revenge! Revenge!” Everyone shouted, and they hammered their chests or slapped their shields to indicate their own hot blood boiling.

But that kind of thing is nothing more than an encouragement to ordinary soldiers and the people. For the five calm kings, apart from Isli being the iron and holding himself firmly to one position, everyone else has their own political position. Is it absolutely impossible for Nero to abandon a territory as large as Rome?

And how could Gilgamesh of Uruk let go of his personal hatred?

How could Alexander refuse to fight in this war?

Indeed, immediately someone stood up and said, "It's just the words of an organization in a district, so there's no need to form coalitions at all? As long as we hang Division in our respective territories, if we value it, it will be done in seconds, won't it? ”

Speaking of Macbeth, this mysterious little man presented his point of view at the world's top political rights conference, and excitedly he was about to orgasm.

“Exactly.” Many kings nodded.

“Nonetheless, we lack knowledge of each other, but they know us well. Do they know us well in the dark, in the movement and direction of our forces everywhere? Besides, we don't know where each other is. The classic of beating snakes without dying and getting bitten is everywhere. If we let snakes dive deeper into the water, even if we fight, it's troublesome, right?” Kerall replied with a very generous smile, and Macbeth immediately felt that Kerall's name was not false.

The guy easily blocked all his lines, in other words, Kerall was forcing him to admit that he had no choice but to make alliances.

“And.” Kerall laughed. “The reason I intend to form an alliance is not just for the sake of organization. A regional organization, although it has developed weapons that frighten me, has not reached the point where the alliance is indispensable. However, it has a more ambitious goal, but it does not have enough power in its own country. ”

“Magic Continent!” Kerall smiles and turns all that dotted line into a red line of attack: “Their civilization is higher than ours, probably, but I don't believe they can be stronger than ours in combat! You know, in war, we're professionals!” Kerall pointed loudly at that huge continent.

“There's plenty of people, food, money, technology, lots of unknowns and wealth, and I think the biggest means of forming a coalition of five is aggression, plunder, conquest, occupation!” Kerall said out loud.

“That abundant land awaits us to seize, that abundant land, that abundant population, more resources than we do.” Keiral said out loud: "Don't you guys want it?! ”

“Camelot cannot swallow such enormous fruits in a single country, not even in Rome. ”

“I believe that no country with a reduced population can afford to experience large-scale warfare after the dust has settled. ”

“But we can! We haven't started a massive war yet, we haven't hurt our energy, we haven't had time to slaughter each other yet! ”

“We are going to occupy it, not only to return the revenge of the last hundred years, hundreds of years, but also our resentment, our future riding on their heads, our future not on a continent as forested as Africa, where there is no point but chimpanzees. ”

“But the other continent is different. ”

“Their riches, their knowledge, their science, everything I want.” Keiral spoke loudly to the right, loudly to everyone about his ambitions, his desires.

“And you, would you like to share this cake with me? It's risky, but isn't war something that exists for the good?” Keiral's words directly woke many people up.

“I agree.” Alexander stood up for the first unified Kerall idea.

“Me too!” Nero stood up and said in a delightful manner: “Such a great revenge cannot be avenged, and I am very interesting to the other continent. ”

“I support everything that Kerall has unconditionally.” Isli opened his legs with his eyes closed.

Everyone looked at Gilgamesh, Altoria and Kerall in unison and had nothing to say about it, so it was just Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh was suddenly forced to despair, and once he disagreed, the other four countries seized him first.

Uruk is not close to the Mediterranean, and even if there are enough sea exits into the Mediterranean in the Black Sea, the sea exits are firmly held by the Macedonian Empire.

The combined power of the other side is absolutely greater than 1 +1 and 2. As long as Macedonia lets the Roman Mediterranean fleet land from the Black Sea, the Knight of Kerall and the Roman Heavy Shield warriors will be able to enter the Uma continuously, and it will be a night of regret!

Gilgamesh was thinking, but Enchi laughed more and more: “Although this idea is good, is it a little too idealistic? ”

“You know, it's the ocean.” Enchi said it.

“Even in the Caspian Sea, the Black Sea and the Mediterranean inland seas, there are frequent messages of accidents or winds destroying the fleet, not to mention long-distance voyages? ”

Kerall laughed, and Nguyen was a very wise man of Uruk, and suddenly he lit up the key.

“As for the issue of navigation, don't worry.” Keiral was polite and courteous: “For my disciple has arrived precisely on the other side of the ocean, the kingdom of the other! ”

That's what I said. It was loud and loud.

“Roccal, could you come out here for a second?” Keralwen's voice came into his camp.

A black man came out of nowhere. Had it not been for his blue eyes, everyone would have even thought he was a Carthage!

“This is my fourth disciple, Roccal.” Keiral pointed at the slow, simple, dark man, smiling and explaining: “He's a child who inherited my voyage, a wonderful child. ”

“Sailing from the age of eighteen, he searched the West constantly, and after four big voyages he finally found the continent. ”

“This is his first year back here.” Keiral smiled very gently and was proud. Aristotle's eyes were constantly gleaming with envy. Such a young disciple gave Keiral a truly...

Think Aristotle would have spilled it, so Kerall could teach a disciple like that? Even such a good man would teach him to sail in the Mediterranean at best.

And Kerall let him jump out of that little trench in England and come to the top of the huge ocean. That's what Aristotle was so ashamed of!

“Hello, gentlemen.” It is not just the dark skin and healthy body that brings Roccal to the ocean, the steady deity and indescribable courtesy that tell all the kings that Roccal's Kerall disciple is a true man.

“So, Roccal, tell them about your nautical journal. ”

“Yes, sir.” With a respectful expression, Roccal looked up to Kerall and nodded.

“Our first voyage was in the spring six years ago.” Roccal opened the diary and clearly remembered when the date was: “It was February 18th. ”

“We traveled westward in the monsoon along the warm currents, with great typhoon variations along the way, which, according to the teacher, were the upstream swirls created by the mixing of different winds from two continents. ”

“Based on my subsequent judgments, the teacher was right.” Looking at Kerall with a look of admiration, for Kerall's wisdom, he went from “questioning your teacher” as Kerall taught him, to the more he learned, to a conceptual problem of "convinced.”

As Da Vinci said, only slightly differently, the more you know, the more you feel about Keiral's authority and Keiral's abundance, the more you are comfortable with Keiral.

“For the first time, we came to a small island with only some regimes established in the form of [tribes], but clearly they did not welcome us, and we found them cannibalizing.” Roccal doesn't look very good: “Although teachers have taught us all kinds of bad habits and problems on the island before, we do see them eating the old and weak of their tribe… they even intend to treat us with meat. ”

Everyone has a tingling stomach.

Islay eats man only for the lowest needs, as if man eats the lowest needs from bread, but man eats man as if he eats the awakener is also disgusting.

“Here's what I want to say.” Kerall said openly.

“There are two kinds of cannibals. ”

“One is hunger caused by the fact that its own food is not sufficient to feed so many ethnic groups, and the other is simply the practice of eating people. ”

“Yes, but this place used to have a habit of eating people, so even the other side now has no intention of giving up eating people.” Roccal nodded respectfully.

“Well, please continue.” Kerall made a sorry gesture.

“So after we killed all these cannibals here, we left a boat of fifty people to set up camp here. This natural port is very suitable as a transit station, so I decided to kill them all directly. The food here is abundant, the climate is mild, there are coconut trees by the beach, coconuts can solve the freshwater problem directly, and then walk inside with monkey bread trees, monkey bread trees are all like flour after the fruit is smashed open, and can make bread directly. ”

The five kings of coconuts knew, but when they heard about the existence of monkey bread trees, they really stared out their eyes.

“Yield?! Production?!” Alexander stood up and asked aloud.

“Production?” Roccal, as a sailor, although he had basic plant knowledge, did not think about it.

“It has a long green climate all year round, so the monkey bread tree will bear fruit almost once every two months, and once the fruit falls, it can feed 50 people for about a month.” Not that I'm too interested in agriculture, Roccal. It's just a one-time supplement. (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.)