My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 510: Princess Attacker

PS: It's my cousin's birthday today, it's late, sorry, I used to be taken care of at his house, so I can't push it off and I don't want to push it off, I'm sorry I'm late...

PS1: Fuck me completely and completely... and so is my face... alas, do this... to be honest, embarrassing, nothing to say, I owe you 25,000... sleep well, not stay up late, not overnight.

PS2: I've been home a lot lately, busy moving things, removing furniture, not in good condition, I have nothing to say, just to say, not to complain, not to ask for forgiveness, just to tell everyone... I don't have the face to say anything anymore, alas...

PS4: By the way, I've been waiting for TJ for over 5 months... can everyone wait for me for another 5 days! Double it then!

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“Are you really going to attack Her Highness?” The old magician stared at Keiral, and the thick beard was handled in a well-organized, smooth and unusual fashion, with an old man with a merciful and gentle look looking at Keiral with his eyes slightly squinting, and the light inside was enough to surprise ordinary people.

But that doesn't scare Kerall.

Keiral is Holy Ten.

Holy Ten of the Eighth Bible, if you are so frightened by an exasperated Holy Ten, you surrender, it would be too disgraceful.

Keiral smiled and looked at him, squeezing the teacup next to him gently for a sip, and the woman Longeville recorded next to him, looking up at Keiral obliquely from time to time, this man, having no bottom line or lower limit?

“Don't you think this is the best way to end up for everyone?” Kerall smiled back and asked.

“You stop it.” The old man scolded. He lit tobacco for himself, not slowly, and took a beautiful sip with a pipe, "you bastard... Princess Arieta can't hold you down. ”

There was a strange silence in the principal's office.

That's right, that's what matters most.

The princess couldn't hold him down.

“Isn't that natural?” Keral Wenwenlya, smiling warmly as a jade.

Gentleman Fengshen is like a jade, Keiral is the kind of man with red teeth, swordbrow Fengshen, about to enter the middle age, he also has an intoxicating aroma, he is a man like wine, old wine aging, the precipitation of the years, let him emit a more alcoholic smell.

Stop talking about the little girls, Longeville, and look up at Keiral from time to time. Why not just look straight at Keiral for the charm of any one of his moves?

This man, don't surrender. The whole man is a monster!

Some biting Miss Longeville lowered her head, she had decided to leave, she was leaving immediately, she was leaving immediately, tomorrow, no, tonight, this man, too horrible, she was not able to compete and resist.

If you don't go, you can't go.

Kerall leaned slightly towards Longeville, her heart beating a little too excited, what was she thinking?

Whatever she's thinking, or Princess Arieta's thinking, Keiral doesn't care, because under absolute power, it's useless: “Even if you take an Arieta and bet if I can stay in Toristine, you should all bet. ”

Keiral's words made the old man laugh happily, grinning, smiling silly, like a child.

This pout, he gambled.

He gambled, the queen changed.

Unfortunately, Queen Toristine has never heard of Kerall.

If she was to receive a secret letter from Karina, she would know how dangerous Kerall was.

This man is a poison, and those who have tasted it are either obsessed with it or have died without a burial place.

Poppy is a drug, a flower, a poison.

If you use it as a medicine, it will relieve you of your misery. If you use it as a flower, it will bloom as bright as Namandro. If you use it as poison, go deep into the bone marrow there, and you will not be able to scratch bones.

Can't figure out the poison of Sauvignon... Keiral gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, slightly missed her, they...

Are you all right, Lily?

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Mostly, not so good.

Artoria looked at the fiery sun in the sky through the cracks of the long Liu Hai on her forehead, stretching out her tongue and licking her lips slightly cracked, passing half the coconut shell next to her: "Your Highness, drink water. ”

“Thanks, Denisa.” Altoria took the coconut shell and had a sip.

At sea, fresh water is quite precious, so she drank it and didn't let a drop go.

It's not water, it's coconut juice, it's pure natural glucose, and glucose brings life to a halt and shocks her spirit.

“Really, your physique is truly worthy of the strongest... Eat less, be strong, be thirsty... Really...” Altoria shut up and gave an apologetic look on her face: “Sorry, I...”

“It's okay," Dinesha smiled, bitter as it was, but she didn't cover it up in front of Altoria - weakness can sometimes be revealed to her best friends besides Dad's arms and toilet.

Altoria is not her best friend, she can only count as half a disciple at most, but under Kerall's influence, the two sleep together more intimately than the others.

“We are by nature the strongest artificial weapons.” She smiled: “So we're used to this kind of thing, and, compared to them...”

The eyes of the two women couldn't help but look that way.

Thousands of black slaves are trying to build ports, and this very polluting piece of cement was made out by Kerall by BUG-like means before Kerall left, and now a bunch of black people are being pasted into zebras by cement, and no one dares to say anything.

They are surrounded by heavy infantry in Uruk and heavy infantry in Rome, light infantry in Macedonia and light infantry in Sparta, a combination of heavy knights and light knights in Camelot, crossbows and bows, guns and knives, pointing at them all the time.

These are good fighters.

The strongest soldier in the Hannibal Legion.

But now it can only be used as slaves.

A month and a half after Kerall's departure, the Hannibal Empire was devoured by sharks from all sides, accompanied by 24 countries in Africa and 50 countries in the Middle East.

No exceptions.

In both wars, the ability of the Camelot Light Cavalry to travel long distances shocked everyone, and despite the emphasis on military cooperation in Kerall's war theory, the Light Cavalry, a powerful force capable of shooting and fighting guerrillas, remained visible to many.

Then the tragic fallen slaves.

The blacks had all become slaves, and in order to maintain a strong domestic deterrent in five countries, only one elite of 200,000 people had been sent. The elite of fewer than 40,000 people in one country did not greatly damage the energy of those countries, but the leading figure had caused everyone to strangle for days to separate the results.

Altoria became the leader of this elite group —— first of all, her fleet, Kerall, her technology, her money.

Since she could let go of that trust, the other four kings had nothing to say - but three months later, who was leading the second wave of 500,000 people out into the sea made the four kings quarrel.

Although 200,000 people, Altoria actually took 1.2 million people!

A million slaves are used entirely as cattle! For fifteen days, Altoria was in the second safe haven, waiting for these slaves to build a huge port. Although it is a natural port, the throughput is still a little lower, millions of people crowded with thousands of boats still can't accommodate it!

Thinking of the fleet of over half a million people behind, Altoria has some numb scalp.

A fleet of 500,000 people is not the same as a fleet of 200,000 people + a million slaves.

Slaves squeeze at the bottom, can squeeze tens of thousands of people a boat in the cargo compartment, and if you get sick, throw them into the sea. This inhumane world is the slave society of this era!

Altoria's tenderness is to Kerall alone, if you really want to say so - this guy is supposed to be a real anger!

Admirers of lineage and anger!

Artoria worships King Joseph very much, and although King Joseph did not raise her, King Joseph remains a hero to all Camelos.

He leads Camelot independent, powerful, prosperous, rich.

He possesses all the essence that Ming Jun can possess, and no one can replace his place in the heart of the Camelot, no, Kerall may, but before Kerall, the only one who could make the Celts bow in good faith was King Joseph!

And what is King Joseph's great achievement? Independence, the expulsion of foreign enemies and the establishment of a kingdom with Celts at its core.

And how many times in history has she fought, in addition to defending her people, for the purity of her bloodline?

You know, people in this era really don't pay much attention to descent, except nobility, who cares too much about national descent?

If you really divide the Romans, the Macedonians, the Greeks, into 1,2,3,4,5,6, I'm afraid they can't tell the difference between themselves, but the Celts, like the Umas, are an independent race and country, rather they are unique.

Altoria said she could not be more racist.

And in the face of a large group of black slaves of completely different skin colour, she wants to say that sympathy is absolutely absent, to say compassion, and of course not, the people of their own country can not have time to pity, where can we have sympathy for this group of guys?!

So it's natural to push them to death.

Faced with a well-equipped, sharply armed coalition of five, Hannibal's army has no resistance whatsoever, strong crossbows, long swords, this group of Africans has no resistance at all.

Needless to say, the power of those 300 swords and 500 awakeners alone is enough to suppress the slaves of this million people. Oh, no, it's 800,000.

In the past fifteen days and in the construction of the first port, almost 100,000 slaves have been exhausted, and almost 80,000 of them have died without sailing.

The bloody tear stains here are, quite rightly, routes of navigation piled up with the Carthage.

And one of the people in this group is incredibly low-key.

He was surrounded by a handful of enormous African men who were blocked from monitoring and military personnel.

This curly-haired man, with one meter and nine heads, does not appear to be tall among blacks, holding his lips with a resolute eye. One piece of purple on his body is a recent bruise sustained on board, and one piece of white black is a spot where cement splashes when stirring cement.

Every inch of his skin is nourishing and greasy under the burning of cement and the roasting of the sun, and every move of his carries a spicy pain.

But he knows that nobody can help him except himself.

Whoever helps him will get him killed!

This is an absolutely bold plan, and in the face of Hannibal, the enemy on all sides, it was instantly clear that he could never escape.

Once the other side has all the slaves together, his generals will immediately betray him for a loaf of bread, a platter of meat, and it is not too late to flee, but he has no place left to go!

This continent, this world, is already an enemy!

Enemy of the world!

Hannibal, think about it. The whole person is shaking. The man... has already done this!

That man... how could he do that!

Hannibal Beth was confused, he was not afraid of failure, but he was afraid of the unknown, of Kerall's wisdom.

In any case, since the millions of slaves needed to be transported to a “new continent”, he could not wait to be covered by his own men.

The New World means no one knows him, it means a new beginning, it means a new life, it means… he can start over again!

Can you win?

He doesn't know.

But he must take revenge.

Hate supports him, becomes his driving force, the power of his journey.

He, who has nothing, has nothing to fear.

This is a terrible enemy.

He has a strong body, a strong body, intelligent wisdom, patience, and endless hatred...

He's a wolf, a snake, a hyena, a vulture.

He's waiting for Kerall to die, rot the day.

If Kerall had been flawless, he would have ripped an infected wound out of Kerall with his virus-filled teeth.

He's Hannibal.

The most distinguished military, strategist, commander and king in Africa as a whole.

“How long till it's ready?” The blonde lion king touched himself and asked the giant lion that Hanny had pulled into his tribute.

Her eyes were a little anxious.

For two years, she has been delayed for two years and two months.

The lion slackened, eating the Carthage's breath in his mouth with a sour smell of human flesh.

“There should be about three or four days left.” Dinesha's mind counts. Speaking of.

“Too long, let them finish in two days.” Altoria did not hesitate to compress the construction period by half.

“It's impossible, Lily, they're not professional workers, and even if they're forced to die, they're only that fast.” Dinesha laughed bitterly and said that she understood her anxiety, but as a sword, her future life was more patient than Artoria's, according to centuries.

“Chi!” Altoria hummed her nose softly, patting the lion's hair, and the lion sneezed, stood up, growled, and turned around and ran into the rainforest behind her.

When the lions roared, Carthage couldn't help but beat a chill.

They are not just workers, guns and ashes, but also part-time rations.

Five hundred awakeners and all kinds of carnivores eat a lot!

You know, the barbaric habit of burning old virgins in the Middle Ages, not to mention this era of no human rights?

Human rights? How could a slave like them have human rights?

Altoria is not a cruel man, and if she had changed to Nero, Gilgamesh, there would have been a river of blood.

Failure to complete the mission? Kill him!

That lion ate a lot of people in front of a lot of Carthage!

Now going hunting is just to change flavors, then its rations will still be Carthage!!

In the face of this lion, the Carthage did not dare to resist. In fact, aside from the Camelos, the Romans and Macedonians, the Umas, etc. were wary of it - they had never heard of a country that had tamed a warcraft!

Camelot's secret work is in place!

Two days later, sail, sail!!

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Mikasa didn't come back tonight.

Obviously, it's a very laborious thing to sort out the intelligence system of the Kingdom of Toristine, and people like Mikasa have spent all day and two nights trying to figure it out.

Kerall shook his head gently, the kingdom of Toristine, twilight, and he really didn't like it, but for his own strategic plan, he had to be saved.

It's been a long night and it's a little boring.

Kerall's intentions are a little unending when he just released his evil last night.

“I remember, was it Longeville...?” Keiral sat up from the couch, slightly upright, and stood up: "Well, that's an interesting guy, go visit him. ”

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She hurriedly put her package in the closet, heavily closed it and asked aloud, "Who is it?! ”

“Miss Longwell? I'm Keiral.” The noise outside made her face wrinkle and the worst happened.

Damn, how did this man know to visit her today?

“Well, Mr. Kerall, I'm sorry, I'm asleep. Can you come back tomorrow?” Longwell said aloud.

“Oh," Kerall's interesting voice came through the thick wooden door.

“Well...” He smiled softly as if with magic, pressing Lungwell's trachea to keep her breathing.

Click...

That lock almost made her heart pop out.

“Mr. Kerall?” I don't know why, the voices lowered three or four degrees, and she became somehow weak.

“What can I do for you?” Kerall's tender voice slowly penetrated against the wall.

“No... no...” she cried. Her feet were a little soft, this monster... she couldn't provoke it.

No, it's not just that she can't piss him off. Toristine can't piss him off.

He's a mandolo, blooming only on death!

“So, what else do you want? Magician of the earth, Miss Foucault.” Keral's gentle voice walked in with his people, and he came in with him and the door slammed shut and Fukai's despair...