My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 631: I'm here to pick you up, MyLove.

For some reason, Elusia always feels like she sees a few drops of crystal in Kerall's eyes.

But when Keiral said something, she turned around and let her curiosity rage.

But Keiral stopped looking at her and focused on what was happening on the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield is already burning.

Neither side had any hesitations, set aside their hands and killed them directly.

But after a while, both sides have been in chaos. Where else can we find out who it is?

So kill if you see someone!

The battlefield was already full of impatience and brutality, and the outbreak on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people was catastrophic.

Everyone was waving their weapons wildly at the people around them to kill them, and when the horse's speed dropped, all that remained was mixed warfare.

I can't tell who's friends and who's partners anymore.

It's just a death fight.

She trembled and looked at everything, happily pouring out of her heart.

And then there was no more Camelot, and of course, there was no more King Arthur.

She had a rare gun in her hand.

Unlike these men with knight's sword.

She didn't want to be in this fight, she had to raise the sharp, find the man, and kill her herself!

That's her ultimate purpose.

You don't think so, do you? Father! That's what you did to me. That's what you did to me!

Now you can throw all your eyes at me! She got all excited and stabbed several knights who didn't know if they were her enemies or not. She slowly disengaged from the entire regiment and began to circle around the regiment.

Two men, like knights who are truly single-dueling, are slowly searching and waiting around the battlefield for each other's traces.

Kerall was able to see clearly that the two men were slowly pulling apart, presenting a straight line, but were blocked by heavy battlefields and they could not find each other.

But as more and more people died in the squadron, the two men were approaching each other slowly as if they were spiritual.

The horses ran small, the full speed of the sprint just now consumed a lot of horses with a lot of sweat on them, but the single sprint will not tire the horses, now both horses are excited to start running small around the battlefield.

Unlike ordinary horses, war horses are specially trained. Instead of being afraid on the battlefield, they get excited. In the face of excited war horses, the black knight gently slaps the horses around the neck, soothes them twice, and then continues to look for each other.

Suddenly, the sudden outburst of death from both of them.

They suddenly found each other!

They finally found each other!

It's time to pay off the blood!

Both excited bodies trembled, clamping their horses, and the horses burst out into a hissing voice with their hearts connected.

The reins continued to allow the horses to adjust their angles slightly, and then both raised their weapons high in their hands.

The knight across the street stabbed a warrior on his horse, and Altoria did not hesitate to behead a knight in the way.

They don't care anymore, they don't need anything, they just need the opponent's head!

The only thing they have to do now is kill each other!

“Kill!” Both sides yelled, colliding, the horses did not hesitate to collide with the horses.

Horses are thin and sensitive things. Horses are extremely strong and fighting. Even if horses are faster than they are, they will reach out and bite each other, let alone a horse as strong as they are?

At this time, there is nothing to fear, nothing to retain, nothing needed!!

The horses hit each other so hard, the muscles broke so fast that even steel cars would be crushed, let alone horses?!

They were thrown out together without even hitting each other with a weapon.

Not only were they thrown out, they rolled twice, then immediately stood up, and the black armor of steel gave them ample protection.

So they were only slightly bruised, and immediately after they stood up, they fucked each other and rushed over. One of them raised the giant sword in his hand high and the other held the long gun in his hand and rushed towards her.

Kerall was able to distinguish clearly who they were.

Altoria holds the giant sword, and Mordred holds the spear.

In the face of Mordred's gun, Altoria was not afraid at all, pointing her sword sharply at the spear.

This diagonal slash has reached the highest level of martial arts, and the spear rushed in at high speeds without meaning, lightly chopped off its head like a straw by Artoria.

Altoria roared and quickly approached Modred like a lion.

Mordred pulled out a knight's sword without hesitation, and then the two were fearless and fearless hedged together.

A loud and loud noise seems to be heard clearly on the far side.

This is only an illusion, of course, but the two of them lifted their swords together, and the immense power suddenly blew up the dust next to them, and the two of them did not hesitate to retrieve the sword and split it it again. This giant sword could easily break each other's body on the other's body, but Altoria's sword needed accumulation, and the other's knight's sword was slightly thinner, but sharp, much faster than Altoria's, but at this time Altoria's dark armor showed a strong defense.

More powerful is her fighting skills.

The sword is suitable for the battlefield, but it is eventually replaced by a knife that is single-sided and better at chopping, because the skill of using the sword is too cumbersome to be as popular as a knife - just a quick chop is enough.

Artoria took the sword off and circled around her body. This was the end of the gathering. She had to chop each other, but the other's sword was in front of her.

Altoria continued to split with her sword in her left hand, her face unchanged, and her right hand came out of the horizontal position.

That's when the value of her armor came up.

Her armor is stronger and heavier than ordinary armor.

Ordinary knights' armor is mostly used to prevent wear on horses, and more skilled knights can resist the arrows they fire, but Artoria's armor is thicker and stronger.

It has a layer of dragon scales extending toward the elbow.

This nail alone weighs eight pounds.

Faced with each other's knight's sword, a spark suddenly came out, a white mark appeared on the armor, and Altoria's left sword had been split across, Mordred retreated, Altoria was unreasonable, holding her right hand against the handle of the sword to stop the inertia of the sword, then holding the sword in both hands continued to split from the bottom up.

She quickly approached Modred, and Modred found out whether or not she was her mother in martial arts. She panicked and retreated, but did not completely withdraw from the scope of the sword. She was cut off by this bottom-up blow.

Without hesitation, Altoria picked up the breaking spear she'd just plunged into the ground and stabbed Mordred in the abdomen with a broken spearhead.

That moment.

The whole battlefield is quiet.

Mordred's mask fell in half from her face.

Look painfully at your father, with the same beauty and sadness on his face.

“Why… even at the last one, don't want to look at me again, why? Father!” She stretched out her hands trembling, and the spear had penetrated her body deeply through her gut.

She has lost her strength to resist.

But she had the final strength to slowly take Artoria's helmet off.

She slowly caressed her face with her blood.

“At the end of the day... I still can't get you.” She smiled and slowly knelt on the ground, without a last minute of strength, bowing her head, supported by a spear, as if she were kneeling silently towards Altoria.

Altoria's face is already full of tears.

For some reason, the golden yellow hair slowly grew from its roots, and that grey, desperate color.

Kerall's watching the whole thing start to hurt.

He said softly, "Let's go, it's time to clean up the mess. ”

At this point, between the rides of dust, he grabbed Artoria's armored edge and quickly disengaged from the battlefield and rushed towards the forest.

The whole battlefield has fallen behind.

All the paramilitaries have fled.

Most of the knights died in battle.

The rest moaned in the pile of bodies.

This man is the only knight who can ride on horseback.

Kerall hugged Elusia without any hesitation, spreading her wings high in the blink of an eye.

The knight took the atheistic Altoria across the plain, across the forest, until it stopped by a creek.

“My king, are you all right?” When he got off the horse, the knight who had left Altoria on the ground was obviously Altoria's subordinate, and he took off his helmet and revealed a silver hair.

“Beddiewell.” Her whole body was paralyzed by giant, lush roots, powerless to look at Beddiewell.

“Go, throw my sword sheath into the fairy lake, that's what I owe them.” She smiled lazily and looked at Beddiewell as she said.

“Ha...” With tears in her eyes, Bedevell jumped on her horse and rushed to the battlefield, where her sword sheath and glory fell.

He slowly descended from the sky.

Let go of Alusha, hurrying to get to her, Kerall squatted down.

“I'm here to pick you up.” Keiral shook her hand, small and cold, making his heart ache.

“You are...” She felt tired opening her eyes as if she were going to sleep at any time.

“I'm your husband, MyLove.” Kerall kissed her back gently, bringing her a little warmth.