My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 475: The Colosseum Plan

PS: I've been having a lot of anxiety lately, and my hair is falling apart, which seriously affects the speed of the code word. Let's call it a day, I'm 2,000 words hungry, and I'll make it even worse when I'm in good shape.

PS1: I'm really tired lately, the cold is slowly healing, but it's not healing, my throat is clogged like something, my head is a little dizzy, plus the goddamn waste soil came here to play, the funds are almost exhausted, aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

PS2: Go take a cold bath and come back and see if you can write some manuscripts.

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“We don't have enough drugs, and we can only wrap them up for a moment.” Koros's voice spoke a little low behind Kerall's back.

She was slightly lost, and the brave warriors maimed her to protect her, but she was like "abandoning” them, which made her very uncomfortable.

This is war.

Kerall knew that they did not have enough food, so this group of disabled soldiers could not even do logistical work.

Mitigating their food is necessary.

This is war. This is war!

War is so cruel, so straightforward, and so inhuman.

Did Cross ever stop it? That's for sure.

But I'm sure that's what these soldiers and the rest of us said to Khlos.

“Your Highness, please give us up for victory!” This was supposed to be a qualifying quality for a soldier, but in Colosseum's eyes it was an intolerable betrayal, and it seemed that the reason she grew up had nothing to do with it.

“It's okay." Kerall gently comforted her, then squatted down to look at the veteran in front of her.

The veteran broke a leg from the roots, and Kerall has so far seen a combination of thin swords and bayonets in the Kingdom of Libel, in other words, if you cut off his leg as a weapon...

Probably someone with a fine sword needs a very powerful force.

Or a man with his first sword.

Kerall doesn't know why he always thinks of the man who escaped from him.

It was the first time someone could escape under his magic.

Though he did not care and did not force, he used magic on the average line, in other words, on which basically no one could escape, but the strength of the other was above the average estimated in Kerall's mind.

Kerall admitted that he underestimated each other.

But he's also good, he's above the average.

No, it's a little bit wrong to describe it, not so much above the average line, let alone between the top bunch of people.

The other side is strong.

Although Mikasa forced him to use magic all the time, there were two factors that had to be taken into account: Mikasa did not give him time to use magic, and Keiral threatened each other with magic.

The opponent will never be faster than a Holy Ten.

So hold on to the magic so that the other party doesn't see the heresy, it is definitely wise to stay as a killer later!!

These are the same things that Kerall later thought of.

Kaylar's experience in killing is insufficient, and most of the time he has been stably set up an absolute defense to watch others play with monkeys. In fact, Kaylar's own physical combat is almost forgotten. The so-called physical combat experience and judicial combat experience are completely different - physical combat is about staying close to the enemy and not allowing the enemy's muscle strength to carry out a force saving attack, while the magic demands constantly pulling the enemy apart and bombing the enemy with an unsurpassed mechanism of fire. His mother does not recognize him.

That's why Keiral later came to think of each other's ideas with his own wisdom, which is actually a great thing.

“Hold on, do you want to bite?” Kerall pulled out his waist blade and handed it to the past with a knife and blade.

He means to bite the knife handle.

The other shook his head, Kerall laughed, he liked the hard guy, and then he brushed the blade between him twice like a butterfly, his hand had held the dagger upside down, and with a sharp dagger, he instantly cut off a piece of meat from his thigh wound.

“Ahhhhh!” He suddenly screamed.

Kerall laughed. That's what he meant.

Humans are actually self-healing.

It takes only 100 days for bones to heal, let alone other bodies, but 100 days is a third of the life span for humans, and 50 years for humans, more than 80 years for humans, and how many things can be learned in a third of the year, which is what the wise and the wise do.

But Keiral has seen a lot of strange species in the real world that can even be reborn in just a few years, which is cheating! But also from a side example, Kerall tells us that human potential is endless.

So if Keiral wants to cure him, he has to chop off his newly grown flesh and skin, and then... it's time for miracles.

This kind of magic, which must be fully constructed once the cells, blood vessels, muscles, bones, flesh and skin are restored, is absolutely the highest level of operation. Faced with this magic, even Kerall can only work it out.

By the time he had healed more than thirty severely disabled servicemen, he was already exhausted.

“Let's go inside and talk.” Kerall gently wiped the sweat beads off his forehead, smiling and saying to Koros that Koros looked at Kerall with some heartache and nodded, while the others… had already been stunned by this miraculous magic to connect the little ones.

“Khlos, what's your plan?” People of this rank, even those who consumed a few breaths earlier, have slowed down their fatigue, and Kerall did not intend to rebuild the limbs of these veterans, saying at most a few of their ways out in the future as a gift.

But seeing the tough side of them, Kerall was a little bit of a love genius, and thinking about how little strength and cards Coloss had, he helped her.

This consumption, while using the general magic in his body, and the magic consumed in a great battle, is that the little witch sees the great witch, and Kerall needs to absorb magic all the time, a method that absorbs a lot of magic like photosynthesis, making him swell and ache.

But it's just a bloating pain. He can save tens of thousands more lives every second. He can tell the difference.

But there's no need for him to be so desperate.

So Keiral went in, and he was almost back, and he went straight to Colosseum and asked.

“Oh.” Coloss looked slightly worried at Kerall, and Kerall seemed to have nothing too weak. Relax, and some glanced at him and said, "Kay, here's my plan, stick to it first, but there's only 400 people here, and they can't tell the difference between 400 and 500, so a hundred Royal Guards have infiltrated Gransel, and as long as we break through the siege here at the martial arts convention and then break into Gransel, then we'll be able to hide smoothly from Gransel —— they don't have a weapon or a spaceship to attack the city! ”

Khlos' plan is good, but... (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.)