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

Chapter 432: Sweaty Boggart VS Thinking about what to eat tonight

"Are you kidding me?"

Boggart frowned dissatisfied. He thought he had said it clearly, but when he turned his head, he saw Percival giving him a strange look, and Boggart's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

——This Percival doesn’t have this intention, does he?

"Ah, do you want to marry me?" Arturia finally reacted. She blushed slightly because of her previous misunderstanding, but she only lowered her head slightly and then raised her head again, and then regained her calm posture.

"Lord Boggart, I'm afraid I can't do it." Her gaze shifted slightly: "Actually, I am a widow."

"Widow...widow?"

This time, not only the Boggart, but also Percival and Gareth looked over in disbelief with their eyes widened.

"Yes." At this point, Artoria couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the shame rising in her heart - hadn't she already been prepared for this kind of thing? What's there to hesitate about?

"My husband chose to sacrifice himself in order to evacuate us during the assassination of Queen Morgan a few days ago."

The fairy Menechelle, who had been looking around at the fairies around her, finally laid her eyes on Artoria, and her already relaxed expression became thoughtful.

"It is indeed a dishonorable thing to snatch the wife of such a big goblin." Boggart gave up the idea of ​​forcibly marrying her. Even if such a big goblin iterates, it can still retain a considerable part of its memory.

Boggart waved his hand and was about to ask the other goblins to take the group down, but Artoria interrupted him again:

"Lord Boggart, what you want to see is whether we are qualified to cooperate with Sheffield. Then, I think I can prove our qualifications to you."

"Sheffield has a solid fortress, a regenerated city gate, and plenty of goblins and humans. But Lord Boggart, do you think Morgan will only send goblins from the Queen's Army to deal with a big goblin like you?"

"Even though Woodworth, the strongest warrior in the Fairy Kingdom, is injured and cannot join the battle, there are still three Fairy Knights. Even you will be temporarily held back by one Fairy Knight - then you can't bear to let these trust you, Follow your subordinates to face the other two elf knights?"

Boggart fell into silence. Arturia's words were first positive and then negative, making him patiently listen to the whole story.

"I have formed an alliance with the King's clan." He frowned.

"It's too late. You should have heard of the Speedy Lancelot of the Fairy Kingdom. Now Morgan may come to clean up at any time. Wait until the letter asking for help is sent to the King's Clan, and then wait for Nokenale to send reinforcements. The time gap is too big. But the Round Table Army is different. Londinion and Sheffield call each other the horns. No matter which side is in danger, the other side can send troops to help. "

Boggart felt that he was vaguely convinced, which made him quite uncomfortable. So he returned to the original question with a sneer: "But the so-called Round Table Army is just a bandit composed of a group of weak humans. Cooperating with you is meaningless except for increasing risks."

"At least it can hold off two fairy knights."

"What?" Boggart thought he didn't hear clearly.

Arturia came to Percival: "The leader of the Round Table Army, Percival of White Light, Lord Boggart, you should also have heard of him. He once fought with the goblin knight Lancelot and escaped unscathed. "

Percival's face froze, and he smiled awkwardly and shyly. The Boggart glanced sideways at Percival and nodded to show that he knew. It was precisely because he had fought against Percival without deciding the outcome that Boggart had the confidence to raise the flag of rebellion - no matter what, he was still on the level of a fairy knight.

"Then, plus us..."

"You?" Boggart caught the loophole: "Your magic power is too weak."

"It's us." Artoria corrected her.

The Boggart looked down suspiciously, his eyes quickly passing by Artoria, his eyes rolling around on the fairies on the left and right of her, and finally fixed on the black-haired female fairy with an indifferent expression and a pretentious and arrogant attitude.

It has broad and thick blood-red wings on its back and horns on its head. It is probably an elf from the Wind Clan.

The weak Wind Clan.

Boggart finally stood up from the throne. He called the guards around him and took off his redundant and useless gorgeous robes. He was wearing a simple battle suit underneath. The tight-fitting clothes outlined the Boggart's figure. Gert's toned body.

"Okay, Son of Prophecy, I will give you this opportunity to prove your worth."

offstage.

Percival looked at the thin black-haired goblin with some worry. She was still wearing a dress that obviously restricted her movement. She was obviously not ready for a fight before.

He said uneasily: "Otherwise, I'd better go."

He knew about Boggart. He had competed with Woodworth for the position of leader of the Fang Clan and Lord of Oxford. After being defeated by Woodworth due to a mistake, he was appeased by Morgan and rewarded with the territory of Sheffield.

Being able to keep pace with Woodworth, Percival did not want his companion to be injured.

"No need. If you are allowed to play, this fight will be meaningless."

Arturia didn't know these secrets, but she had seen the dragon lady's true form. But in the end, she still patted the stupid Dragon Lady's arm uneasily: "If you find that you can't beat him, don't be brave. Three rounds is enough."

Sheffield is just the icing on the cake. Even if the cooperation fails, with the help of the Round Table Army, she can still go to Edinburgh to find Noknare. With their friendship at the Princess Conference and now having the same enemy, it shouldn't be difficult to reach cooperation... Bar?

"Got it." Goblin Menechel nodded in agreement. At this time, Boggart had already directed his goblins to clear away the debris in the hall, leaving a quite spacious space.

Boggart moved his shoulders and walked down from the stage. He looked at the black-haired elf walking out of the crowd and raised his chin to show that this was indeed the case. He arched his body and was about to attack when the black-haired elf suddenly spoke: "I am the elf knight Menechelle."

Give the goblin a name.

He glanced at Artoria, who looked confused. Artoria's confusion was taken as a demonstration by Boggart, who smiled strangely.

This son of prophecy showed his ambition so quickly.

If the conversation stopped here, then it would at best be regarded as an invisible demonstration by the Son of Prophecy to the Lord of Sheffield, but the goblin Menechelle continued to say in her smooth voice: "What is your name. "

"..." Boggart was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head: "Huh?"

"Uh..." Artoria opened her mouth slightly, her face as red as a ripe apple.

"Hmm." Gareth remembered what he said to the other party before entering the city - is she really unreasonable at all?

"What do you mean?" Percival didn't understand either, but seeing the two goblins around him seem to understand, his curiosity was piqued.

"You - you guy!" Boggart suddenly became violent. He grabbed a long-handled ax and chopped off the head of the goblin Menechelle.

His movements were quite fast, and his capable movements easily cut through the air, creating a series of sonic booms.

"Ok?"

The elf Menechelle was stunned, surprised that the Boggart didn't say her name as Arturia taught her.

Seeing that the black-haired goblin was still stuck on the spot as if he had not reacted, Boggart was also surprised. He wanted to withdraw his strength, but the distance between the two sides was too close, so he could only redirect the attack that was originally directed towards the vital point. shoulders.

Clang——

The ax was actually blocked by the shoulder. Not to mention penetrating into the body, there were cracks on the ax blade. The Boggart immediately retreated, widening the distance between the two sides again.

There was actually a gap in the ax body at this time.

"The miracle of partial hardening of the body."

Although the confrontation just lasted only a moment, the Boggart still came to a conclusion.

"If that's the case - then I won't hold back anymore!" He threw the long ax to the ground, and the Boggart used his legs to fly towards the elf Menechelle, with magic wrapped around his hand. He waved his claws. The sharp points fell like raindrops on various parts of the body of the elf Menechelle, and the sound of ping-pong-pong impact echoed in the room.

The seemingly unorganized and random swings, in fact, each attack landed in the place where the previous attack did not land, but no matter from the front or the side, with legs or claws, attacking the vital points or limbs, the black-haired fairy They all stood in place like immovable stone statues, maintaining their original posture.

She flew up again and kicked the fairy Menechelle in the face, but this time Menechelle finally changed her posture. The wings behind her moved and blocked in front of her, and the sharp scales cut open the boggart's body. combat boots.

With a muffled sound.

Boggart's bent calves straightened, pushing his body back.

——defended.

Just after landing, the scratches on the soles of the feet left bloody footprints on the ground. But the Boggart didn't care. The eyeballs on his lion-like head protrude forward, showing excitement.

——I haven’t been so excited for a long time. Not even Percival could make him so dedicated.

He found a weakness. Ignoring the pain, the reddish magic wrapped around his body, and with the sound of the cloth being torn, the Boggart's figure swelled again. He picked up the battle ax that had been left on the ground with one foot and threw it in the direction of the elf Menechelle.

Catching the moment when the opponent's gaze shifted, he stepped forward again.

Clang——

The Fairy Menechelle smashed the battle ax with her arm, but at this time the Boggart had already come to her, and the Fairy Menechelle also happened to turn her gaze to this side, and the Boggart rotated its waist like a real cat. His legs flew up and he kicked towards the opponent's face, but what was faster than his feet was the blood splashing out from the soles of his feet. The wings once again used their same tricks to outflank him.

But the boggart tapped his toes on the wings, leaving a pool of blood, rolled lightly, and wrapped his arms around the girl's arms.

Of course, he couldn't naively believe that the girl's face didn't have the ability to harden, but Boggart could tell from the opponent's movements that she didn't want to catch the flying kick with her face. Just this is enough.

The moment the wings blocked his sight, it was the moment when the Boggart counterattacked. Crossing his arms to complete the ten-child lock, Boggart lowered his voice: "I am different from you fairies. I have been learning so-called fighting skills from humans."

The elf Menechelle turned her eyes and looked at him without any emotion. Admiring those beautiful golden vertical pupils, Boggart smiled slightly: "The winner has been decided."

"Three rounds."

Before Boggart could react what the words meant, his feet suddenly stepped on the air and his body fell uncontrollably downwards.

And below him, where there should have been a solid marble floor, spiderweb-like cracks appeared at some point. Those cracks intertwined with each other, and eventually merged into a deep pit that collapsed downwards under Boggart's feet.

Boggart did not give up. He tightened the hand holding Elf Menechelle's body forcefully, as if he wanted to pull the other person down together. But the girl just flapped her wings and thick scales and easily slapped away the boggart's hands. When he wanted to grab it again, his falling body suddenly lifted up.

boom--!

The ground suddenly collapsed, and among the shattered floor, a ferocious dragon head suddenly rose into the sky. Its black scales were tight and shiny. Only half of its head was exposed, and it had already penetrated the floor and ceiling.

The force brought by the dragon's flight easily overturned the Boggart and threw the body of the lion-headed goblin high into the sky, about where the dragon's mouth opened. The Boggart didn't even have room to resist, and fell to the ground. Into the boundless darkness.

In the gap between the dragon's teeth, Boggart turned around and looked at the elf Menechelle who was also looking at him and the thick dragon's tail behind the opponent whose tail vertebra was inserted into the ground. Looking at those indifferent eyes, he suddenly understood the meaning of the other person's words——

Didn't he let her use her full strength? Couldn't he try his best to make her happy?

boom--!

There was another loud noise, the dragon's mouth closed, and the protruding dragon head swallowed the Boggart's body.

"Lord Boggart!"

The guards screamed at this time. They wanted to step forward but were afraid of the huge evil dragon lurking underground. They only acted like giants in words and refused to move forward. However, between them pushing each other, there was a figure without any hesitation. Rushed forward.

Artoria picked up the staff of choice and hit the elf Menechelle on the head. The force was not strong, but it just made the other party lower his head. Arturia stood up on tiptoes and grabbed the collar of the dress with one hand, and used the other hand to pry the goblin Menechelle's mouth, because there was a cry in her eager voice: "Why did you eat him! He It’s inedible and will cause diarrhea if you eat it!”

It was clear that cooperation was about to be reached, but the result was fast forward from negotiating an alliance to beheading after the alliance broke down.

Arturia held the elf Menechelle and kept shaking it. When she attracted the attention of all the guards, she was already giving Gareth a wink to signal her to find a way out.

After being pinched on the cheek, the elf Menechelle said vaguely: "I only get diarrhea when I eat mors."

"Who asked you! Spit it out!"

Even as she said this, Arturia had already caught Gareth's gaze, and she grabbed the fairy Menechelle and prepared to escape.

"I didn't eat it. I promised Qie not to eat goblins."

The ground shook again, and the faucet's head emerged from the ground again, but this time, it was no longer just half of the faucet's head, but the part hidden underground also surfaced.

The guards immediately assumed a posture as if they were facing a powerful enemy. But unlike what was expected, what was under the dragon's head was not a larger body, but a tail.

Pulling the tail out from under the ground, Arturia discovered that the so-called black dragon's head was just the dragon scales on the tail spliced ​​together.

But those scales were as if they were pulled from the dragon's body and then spliced ​​back intact, so that they looked lifelike.

At this time, under the control of the fairy Menechel, the dragon's mouth opened, its scales peeled off inch by inch, and the Boggart was inside. Suddenly seeing light again, Boggart finally opened his eyes.

Fairy Menechelle looked at Artoria with an expressionless expression that made people feel aggrieved.

Fortunately, Artoria is a fairy and doesn't look into those eyes.

"A cover-up! Don't admit it!"

Suddenly, the surrounding goblins burst out with a noise. As the leader took the lead, more and more boos followed.

Percival looked at the scene before him, and even he became displeased.

However, he stopped him before he could speak.

"enough!"

It was Boggart who spoke. The lion-headed goblin stood up and looked around.

The nagging voices suddenly died down, and all the fairies wherever Boggart looked lowered their heads.

After subduing the goblins under his command, Boggart quickly walked to the goblin Menechelle.

Lion Eyes looked at the face that still had very few expressions in awe.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't let you use your full strength in the battle just now."

He lowered his head, and his face no longer looked arrogant but looked like the confidence of a strong man.

"Sheffield is willing to ally with Londinion and the Children of Prophecy."

　The battle between Boggart and Woodworth, also known as the "Battle of Cats and Dogs". In order to compete for the patriarch of the Fang Clan, Woodworth and Boggart had a competition in etiquette. Woodworth, who always paid attention to dining etiquette, thought he would win. Well, it turned out that Bogut studied etiquette like crazy a month before the competition, and actually had the upper hand in the competition. However, after finishing the meal, he put the knife and fork upside down. Woodworth seized the opportunity to win. Won the competition and became the clan leader

　　(End of this chapter)