The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 429: Aren’t those of you who call Menechel all traitors?

"Guh."

In a daze, Gareth murmured like she was dreaming, and she barely opened her eyes a crack. The burning pain coming from her eyes was to resist the attack of the Elf Knight Lancelot. And the necessary sacrifice.

The pain on her body has disappeared, probably because Artoria treated her. There was a soft and tight touch on the face, and there was no bumpy feeling. It was probably resting on someone's thigh in a comfortable posture - then you can roughly judge that the person has left the city of Camelot. Escaped.

"you're awake."

That was the voice coming from in front of him. Holding back the soreness in his eyes, Gareth looked at the source of this strange voice. Then, under the light of the fire beside him, the waterfall of black hair poured out as he lowered his head. Below, the golden vertical pupils seemed to reflect an uncontrolled cold light, casting a huge shadow from the direction above Gareth's head, and could vaguely see the outlines of two wings. At this time, Gareth was lying in this man's arms. The man saw Gareth's eyes suddenly widening, and waved his right hand gently as if greeting an old friend reunited after a long separation:

"Yo... Garth."

--who are you! Why use such a natural tone!

Gareth's mouth forgot to close in surprise.

Artoria, who was adding fuel to the bonfire, heard the movement behind her and stopped what she was doing. She slapped the stupid dragon on the head unceremoniously. Although she didn't use any force, she still attracted his attention. .

"It's Gareth! Names are indispensable in primate communication. Remember, it's Gareth." Artoria taught. She finally figured it out. Long Niang looked very cold when she wasn't talking, but as soon as she spoke, her intelligence would be revealed instantly.

"What's next?"

"It's your turn to take the initiative to exchange names."

"Oh, alright."

Gareth watched the conversation between the two people in front of her. It was so natural that she even suspected that she had not actually survived in the hands of the goblin Lancelot. Now she is the next generation who has been reborn after death. .

"I am Menechelle."

"Eh?" Gareth blinked and looked at the black-haired girl who turned to look at her quite seriously. Looking at the face that looked like a girl no matter how you looked at it, her mouth opened wider, and she was inspired. Jumped down from his back: "Hey, eh? Who do you think you are?"

Menechelle-senpai, why did you suddenly become a woman?

——Is it possible that she is actually still dreaming?

'Lady Arturia is teaching Menechelle-senpai how she could have such a dream. '

Arturia frowned, and she could clearly feel the probing gaze of someone next to her asking, "What should I do now?"

"Forget it, let me do the talking."

Arturia briefly described what happened after they fell into the large underground cave.

"Is that so, Senior Menechelle is still..."

Gareth pursed his lips and looked at Artoria with worried eyes. She could tell that Lady Arturia and Senior Menechelle had a very good relationship, and therefore she could somewhat understand the other party's state at this time.

It was like living with the life of another person on her back. Artoria felt uncomfortable at this moment, but Gareth didn't know how to comfort her like Menechelle did.

When she raised her head, Gareth had already put on her characteristic silly smile: "So are we going to Edinburgh now?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded: "However, due to Morgan's blockade order, it is difficult for us to go directly to our destination through Manchester. Therefore, we have to take a detour."

Not to mention that she and Gareth had already shown their faces in Camelot, and that the lord of Manchester was "The Passionate Gawain", one of the three goblin knights, let's just talk about the confrontation between the king's clan in the north and the goblin kingdom. , Manchester will not let it go easily.

Therefore, she will move from the northern plains to the south.

"In that case - you can go to Sheffield first." Gareth's eyes lit up. She had heard some goblins say that the lord Boggart there had a close connection with the King's clan.

"Yes, I think so too." Artoria nodded with a kind smile: "But if we are in a hurry, we probably have to wait until tomorrow."

This moment of alienation made Gareth see the real savior in a trance. It seemed that a sense of déjà vu had caught up with her across time and space. Gareth's interest dropped for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. She looked around the surrounding environment and volunteered: "Then leave tonight's vigil to me. I just woke up and I can't sleep at all."

——In the past, when spending the night in the wild, this was Menechel’s responsibility.

Arturia hesitated for a moment, but she saw the determination in Gareth's eyes.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." She said, and did not forget to warn: "If you are in danger, remember to tell us as soon as possible."

"Of course, I will not put Lady Arturia in danger." Gareth patted his chest, and his armor made a thumping sound.

After Gareth left, the elf Menechelle, who had not spoken for a long time because Arturia ordered her to shut up, suddenly asked.

"That goblin is obviously in pain, why is he laughing?"

Even she could tell that the goblin named... Gareth wanted to cry and found it difficult to accept her, but he tried his best to appear optimistic and eager to her.

"Because she didn't want to make me feel bad."

Fairy Menechelle blinked, and it was clear that Artoria had already figured it out. She didn't understand the meaning of this concealment other than to deceive herself and others.

Primates, still hard to understand.

"There is no reason. This is the companion who completed the tour together - didn't Ash tell you about it?" Arturia rested her head on her arm and asked "Ai Baolong" beside her.

"No, Ai is very strong, and she imprisoned her companions at the last moment."

——This is probably about how Ai sealed her into a large underground cave.

Artoria guessed, but she was not interested in it.

"Go to sleep, we have to travel tomorrow."

Seeing that Arturia seemed to be sleeping and really didn't want to talk anymore, the fairy Menechelle spread out her hands, and the palms were covered with a layer of black scales. Under her control, the black scales became tight.

Artoria's hands trembled unconsciously, and then she felt a gentle touch on her body, and a cloak covered her body. Arturia opened her eyes, moved her hand away from the Staff of Choice, and looked at the fairy Menechelle.

"I digested his spiritual energy, and this is what he did." Elf Menechelle explained.

Artoria couldn't help but think of the same starless night. Artoria remembered clearly what Menechelle said to her on the first night she and Menechelle met. At this time, Artoria couldn't hold it back and murmured in a low voice: "Go to sleep, sleeping too late is not good for your health."

But this seemed destined to be a sleepless night.

I had just laid down and hadn't even felt sleepy yet. Suddenly, I heard Gareth yelling: "Who's there!"

Arturia immediately opened her eyes.

The elf Menechelle hesitated for a few times, but when she felt the movement around her, she reluctantly opened her eyes.

The Staff of Choice suddenly lit up as Artoria chanted a few words, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The Dragon Lady arrived first, and she landed lightly one step in front of Artoria, completely covering Artoria behind her.

At this time, Gareth, who was standing at the front, had already rushed out, ignoring the pain on his body and stabbed the black-haired knight with his lance.

Her actions were too straightforward and were easily avoided. The knight raised his spear at the moment he turned sideways. He did not use the tip of the spear, but just moved the barrel of the spear and sent Gareth's body away.

It's just that he immediately let out a light moan because the impact was not very accurate. It was like hitting a copper bell, and the right hand holding the gun was numb from the shock.

Artoria raised her cane and muttered something. Chanting, magic.

Percival's eyes lit up. He remembered the prophecy left by Oberon who suddenly visited a few days ago, and quickly compared the characteristics.

Three people, one of whom possesses the Rod of Choice and uses magic that is extinct in the Fairy Kingdom.

——None of the above conditions are bad.

"Three travelers, I don't mean any harm. I am Percival of the Round Table Army." The black-haired young man lowered the tip of his gun to the ground to show his harmlessness: "It's just because we observed that not far from our camp There was fire coming from here. In order to ensure the safety of the camp, I came here to investigate. Not long ago, a warrior sneaked into the palace to assassinate the cruel queen and failed, so the queen's army has been carrying out suppression operations more frequently recently. "

After listening to the explanation, Artoria calmed down the elf Menechelle who was about to make a move and Gareth who wanted to rush forward again.

Percival looked forward to the other party's reaction when he heard his name, but the three goblins' attention was not on his self-reported identity.

Gareth: "Human?"

She was a bit of a novelty because no one had ever called her that.

Artoria: "Camp?"

Artoria blinked. Based on the map in her mind, she remembered that the Round Table Army had been operating in the southernmost part of the Fairy Kingdom. They should not encounter Sheffield on the east side, unless...

Arturia then turned to look at the fairy Menechel on the road.

And the fairy Menechelle also looked at her: "What should I say next?"

——This guy must have inherited all the shortcomings of Meneshel's spiritual base!

"Please forgive me if I have offended you three, because among us, men and women, fairies and humans all refer to each other as [people]." Percival smiled shyly.

Artoria shook her head. She knew that what Percival said was actually a quote from the legendary savior... who should now be the motto of Ash, the son of prophecy from the previous generation.

"No, it's nothing..."

Gareth seemed to be enjoying himself, and the stupid dragon didn't notice it at all. And it was even less likely that Artoria would care if she liked a human.

She muttered the name silently, and finally remembered where she had heard of Percival.

The human resistance, the leader of the Round Table Army, Percival.

'But forget it. '

Artoria sighed. In her plan, the Round Table Army was also a force that could be united.

She walked forward and said proactively: "Hello, Mr. Percival."

When she really made up her mind to negotiate, Artoria could clearly feel the trembling in her voice.

——What if he doesn’t approve? What if he laughs at me?

Although I can see the emotions, I still can’t help but get angry with such thoughts.

Previously, Artoria had always regarded herself as a "low-class fairy from the countryside" and had almost cut off all channels of communication with other fairies.

It's not that she has never met big people, Aurora and Murien, she has talked with the two city lords, but at that time, the main person in the conversation was Menechelle, and she only had to shrink into the shadow cast by the other person's solid back. middle.

But now, her back fell, and she was exposed to the sun again.

She can definitely regain her self-esteem as a "low-class goblin from the countryside" and use her sixteen years of experience to retreat again. However, someone hit him hard on the shoulder, and there was a slight pain in the center of his forehead. Most importantly, the cold hair accessories sent out a burning sensation.

'I remember that the order of the Round Table Army is...'

In Percival's eager and expectant eyes, Artoria declared her identity: "I am Artoria. I am the child of prophecy chosen by the Rod of Choice."

……

Cornish coast.

Eight tentacles flew across the lawn, making the sound of metal friction. However, unlike the thick lower limbs, the upper body looks extremely petite. Looking at the outline, it is like a tentacle creature holding a petite girl hostage.

But in fact, the eight powerful mechanical arms protruded from the backpack the girl was carrying, supporting the girl's body and allowing her to continue moving forward.

The body supported by the mechanical arm stooped down weakly. Without the support of the mechanical arm, she would have collapsed in the fog.

——We must get out quickly.

she thought.

But the fog was layered with no end. If it was so easy to get out, how could she be lost here for a day... maybe two days.

She couldn't remember exactly how long she had been wandering.

"Yo."

Suddenly, there was a voice in front of me. The robotic arm stopped and adjusted the angle of her body so that she could have a better look at the not-so-tall figure.

The voice coming from the other end of the fog was full of ridicule: "Someone once told me that if you keep a straight face, your luck will get worse."

She didn't want to keep a straight face, but she no longer had the energy to make other expressions.

"What are you doing here? You will lose your life if you stay here."

"I'm……"

She was stunned, unable to answer this question.

"Forget it, want to go out?"

Of course she meant it. She was worried that her movements were not obvious, so she nodded vigorously.

"I happen to be on the way too. But I have to get something."

She touched her pockets, and of course she was penniless.

However, she seemed to have thought of something, and vaguely, she remembered her name.

--da Vinci.

She seemed to be looking for companions.

"However, you seem to be penniless - it doesn't matter. After you go out, you can work to support me."

　What I originally wanted to write was, Dahunqi, please join me, but it was too explosive, so I changed it to "Work to support me."

　　(End of this chapter)