My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 547: Shab Bandits

Kerall had bad luck with two heavy snowfalls and one hail for a whole month, and the hail with big fists fell from the sky, like the ten most powerful magical snowstorm meteors in the water system.

And if there's a shield, it's not a joke, it's a fact that you run into a pit father in the desert and he's killed alive.

A lot of people can escape a heist simply by relying on the camel's wide back, hiding themselves under a camel or horse, and the stronger hail can't kill hundreds of kilograms of meat to kill another person.

But Kerall, they're not panicking, it's all because of that man.

He raised his hand, the light came out of his fingertips, and then slowly covered his team like a tidal light, the top-light defense magic was like an umbrella, and despite the transparent light, it was still thin. Kerall's momentum not only calmed down Morgana, but even four restless horses calmed down under the cover of this light, just like watching the rain beat Piva in the Suzhou Forest Garden but standing under the roof, countless hails fell from the top, not knowing how many people were to be smashed in the head, but it was none of their business because they had Keral.

Mikasa's eyes suddenly got a little confused. She felt that the scene was really instant. That feeling, she seemed to have seen the general...

By the way...

Twelve years ago, when they were only teenage girls, that huge rebellion rapidly spread across Red Leaf Ridge with the death of King Joseph, and the Grand Duke sent all the knights to rebel, and then when Red Leaf Ridge was immersed in a fire betrayed by his brother lord, it was this man.

Standing in front of them, holding the flag, growling at the red-leaf guards who were still rookies at the time.

At that time, the roar had been forgotten, but the bloody agitation remained in their blood. No one could forget who stood in front of everyone as the beam pillar at the moment of desolation, and who, the future knights, completely annihilated the prisoners.

From that moment on, he seemed to have never failed, and he was like the goddess of victory, and the glow of victory had been over Camelot.

This man is the Optimus Column that supported Camelot and the ridge of the whole Cavalier continent!

No one else!

Mikasa's eyes suddenly woke up and became more and more determined.

That's right, he's the flag man, and they just keep their heads down and follow!

America is so powerful that a bunch of smart people are leading a bunch of dumb pigs, and dumb pigs don't have to think about just following this smart guy.

But China uses a different mindset.

The inspiration of national wisdom is that even the deepest mountains have primary schools, the most desolate towns have junior high schools, and the most desolate cities must have high school universities.

This thorny road is constantly ridiculed, attacked, stoned and inked, but under this broad approach, it is the enlightenment of the national wisdom that is absolutely unchanged.

Thousands of generations, never give up.

One generation can't, just two generations, two generations can't, just three, four, five generations.

Here, the leader!

Kerall doesn't have this condition because Kerall's seeds are only 1!

That's him.

He can blossom like Confucius, but it is impossible to truly form an orchard, become a forest, become a mountain, endless and endless, with his own efforts!

He can count on the next generation, the next generation, but so far he's still implementing a policy of a bunch of smart people leading a bunch of dumb pigs.

That is true, especially after the Knights' continent became a united and united alliance.

All industry and manufacturing are preparing for this expedition, and the food and food accumulated is preparing for this expedition.

But Kerall knew that it wasn't too stressful.

First of all, the first wave of 200,000 expeditions was enough to put pressure on the entire population of the Cavalier continent.

Although not counted, Kerall has reason to believe that the population of the Knights' continent fluctuates by about 200 million.

This 200,000 can relieve the entire population of the Cavalier continent, 200,000 less people to eat, you know.

And Kerall is not worried about the first wave of Expeditionary Force food.

Because in the vicinity of the equator, you can't starve people, whether it's fruit or food or anything else along the way, but in the vicinity of the equator, it's because the material is too rich that a large group of people are basically lazy.

It is precisely because of this that they are able to rely on the ocean and on the rich tropics to survive.

But if you look just a little bit at recent history, you should know that countries on the equator, even those slightly closer to the equator, are basically colonized and conquered.

That's why Kerall is so relaxed.

“Your Highness," Mikasa suddenly raised her ear.

One of her words brought Kerall's thoughts back to him.

Through the eyes of the magician, he was able to see clearly a wave of soot in the northeastern direction, the soot that sprayed as the horseshoe ran fast in the desert.

“Robbing at a time like this is really due diligence.” Keiral shook his head with a smile, and by this time the hail had slowly become smaller, you could see how diligent the bandits came out of the hail and robbed him, patting Morgana on the head, and Keiral pointing in the northeast direction: “Go, fix them and come back. ”

Sandbandits are strong and strong and weak, and Keiral let Morgana go by herself naturally to exercise her mind, but sharpening her is one thing, and Keiral and Mikasa will naturally rush back slowly.

Morgana didn't say a word, she just jumped off the horse and rushed northeast faster than a fast horse, and stepped barefoot in a cold hail and couldn't stop her from running.

“It's a good seedling indeed.” Mikasa sighed softly and had to admit that Morgana's gift was absolutely wonderful, possibly even better than hers.

Keiral has always been right to see that Keiral's seventy-two inner disciples, like relatives, are now all alone, while the remaining more than 300 outer disciples are only as tallest as generals.

This is not Kerall's repression, but the ability of the other party to be naive.