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

Floating clouds swayed before his eyes, but the oncoming airflow was blocked by a thin magic barrier.

This is the sky above the goblin country. For most goblins, this is the restricted area of ​​life. Sitting on the dragon's broad back, Percival couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that Knight Menechel's body is also a dragon."

They were now on their way to Edinburgh.

Percival also tried to send alliance agreements to Nocnare in the name of Londinion, but the envoys he sent were often sent back without even being able to see Nocnare.

But the Boggart gave Artoria this opportunity. Like a goddess, the Edinburgh forces who rejected the dog-licking Londinion three times in a row responded with consent two days after the Boggart sent out the request for a meeting in the name of Sheffield. information. This made Percival once again realize the importance of identity.

At this time, Artoria was using magic to explore the road conditions below to prevent the stupid dragon from getting lost and sending them into the city of Camelot by mistake. After hearing Percival's words, she looked back in excitement, but soon she He responded and smiled silently.

"I'm not a dragon."

The giant creature beneath him protested.

But Percival's eyes were all attracted by Artoria's sad smile just now. He looked at Gareth, who was shouting with excitement because of flying, and hesitantly said, "Did I say something offensive?"

"Ugh, I can't blame you Percival for this." Gareth said after careful consideration, and finally she decided to follow Artoria's statement about the boggart: "Actually, [Menechelle] is Lady Artoria. …name of dead husband.”

"Then I'm really rude."

"No need to blame yourself, Percival."

Artoria's voice came from afar. Artoria stepped on the dragon's back with the Staff of Choice and said, "I'm not angry with you. I'm just worried about the next meeting." Got nervous."

This was obviously a lie, but neither Percival nor Gareth exposed it.

"Nervous? How could that be?" Gareth was full of confidence. She had more confidence in Artoria than Artoria in herself. She banged the iron armor on her chest: "Lady Artoria just said to Borg I watched all of Lord Special’s conversation, and no matter how you look at it, he is incomparably handsome. So there will be absolutely no problem this time.”

"Is that so?" Arturia's eyes evaded, showing a rare shyness caused by embarrassment: "But Noknare's arrogant woman is different from Boggart."

"Is it possible, Lady Artoria, do you know her?"

"So be it." Artoria just answered vaguely when faced with Percival's question. She didn't want to brag about her great achievements in the princess competition.

"We're here...right?"

There was an uncertain voice of inquiry from the dragon. She did not rush to land but hovered in the sky. Arturia immediately looked down, and her enhanced vision easily penetrated the clouds and landed on the brown chocolate wheat field below.

That is a rather representative symbol, and it is also the largest sweets production base in the entire Fairy Country, Edinburgh.

And above the endless fields, there were several tiny black spots standing, and one of them was a very distinctive pink light spot.

"We're here." Artoria's free hand grasped the brim of the hat and locked the hair accessory. She pressed her body's center of gravity downwards and increased her volume to cover up the whistling wind in her ears: "Land!"

……

Scorching sun.

On the main road near the chocolate wheat field, dozens of shirtless goblins wearing iron masks that tightly covered their faces gathered around the goblin in the middle, feeling like they were holding an umbrella for her. It was a goblin with waist-length pink hair. The excess magic power overflowed from her body to form a pink heart shape. She was already surrounded by the fierce queen's aura just by standing there.

The Lord of Edinburgh and the Queen of the North, Knocknare, was currently waiting for the messenger coming north from Sheffield, accompanied by her retinue.

"It's so rude of you that the Boggart made Lady Noknare wait for so long."

While listening to the complaints of her subordinates, Noknare quietly observed the situation in the wheat field. The growth of chocolate is quite good, and we expect to be able to make many desserts this year.

Suddenly, the low pressure spread like before a heavy rain.

Noknale immediately raised her head and looked at the top of her head. The subordinates behind her also raised their heads after realizing it.

Under the gaze of Nokenalei, the sun in the sky was covered by a shadow. The shadow became wider and wider, and the wind pressure became more intense.

"dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

"Is it sent by the Queen?"

Waves of exclamations came out, but Nokenale did not stop it. At this time, she also frowned. Since the birth of the Fairy Kingdom, there has never been a dragon legend in Britain, but the pure black dragon scales, which are so real and unreal, give people an unparalleled shock.

As if spring thunder exploded in the ears, the giant dragon fell to the ground and splashed large amounts of dust and smoke. In the wall of exploding smoke, a hole was suddenly torn out from the middle, just like a wide city gate was opened in the steel city wall, and two golden sun-like colors exploded from it.

The dragon's breath completely blew away the smoke and dust.

"Protect Nokenalei!" In the blazing wind, the servants stepped forward to protect Nokenalei as if they were awakening from a dream.

Noknale raised her hand to protect all the followers behind her. She looked at the dragon's huge body without showing any fear. She said arrogantly:

"I am Noknare, the leader of the King's Clan. I don't care who you are, this is the end of your foolishness!"

This is Edinburgh, and she is confident that even if the visitor is really Lancelot, the Dragon Fairy, she can still make him stay.

"We were introduced by Lord Boggart to negotiate an alliance with Noknare." The speaker's voice was mixed, as if he was deliberately being yin and yang.

"Boggart?" An unexpected name.

——When did the Boggart get a dragon?

Noknare blinked. Although she was surprised, she still maintained her queenly demeanor: "Ha, what you call negotiation means wreaking havoc in my farmland? Then make sure that the next generation and the next generation will work for me until the end." Prepare to die!"

But that magnanimity soon disappeared without a trace when a golden-haired head poked out from behind the dragon.

The words she was about to say were stuck in her throat. Noknare quickly blinked her eyes to confirm that she had read correctly. Then the queen suddenly burst into anger and angrily yelled at the goblin who jumped off the dragon:

"Wait a minute! Are you Artoria? Why does your stupid, harmless face appear here!"

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