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

Chapter 459 Lord of Manchester

boom!
The dragon twitched its tail, and Bagster's huge body fell to the ground. After struggling several times, she finally couldn't bear the sharp decrease in magic power in her body, and her body shape returned to normal. She wanted to stand up, but the tail climbed up unceremoniously, wrapped around her neck and pulled her back to the ground with just a gentle pull.

The dragon landed on the ground, and its scales slowly receded and returned to human form. Only the huge tail still tightly entangled Bagster. Bagster looked at the black-haired girl with bulging cheeks as if she was chewing something, with an obvious look of confusion in his eyes. At first, she thought it was just a child's bite, so she just pinched the dragon's neck. Later, she gradually realized that the recovery speed of her body's injuries was rapidly declining.

"What the hell are you!"

That kind of devouring ability - definitely not a dragon.

"I am... the Elf Knight Menechelle, what is your name?"

"Huh?" Bagster opened his mouth wide and could only utter meaningless modalities for a while.

Seeing that the other party was silent, the elf Menechelle lowered her eyelids. I reflected on the zero success rate of the universal formula taught by Artoria.

Seeing that the battle situation here had finally settled, the white moth that had been hiding far away flew back again. Oberon walked out of the exploding white smoke and patted the snake girl in front of him affectionately on the shoulder:

"Well done, Jormungandr!"

A pair of golden vertical pupils suddenly turned around, and a pressure hit his face.

"Don't call me that name!"

Different from the coldness without any emotion in the past, the voice of the fairy Menechelle was thick at this time, as if she was suppressing something.

"Hey, are you okay? How about we go to Gloucester to find Artoria and the others?"

From the half-turned side face, Oberon saw the twisted black lines like cracks on the face of the fairy Menechelle, especially the corners of her mouth, where the black lines extended from the corners of the mouth to the chin, making her The face is like a hollow human skin mask, as if it will break apart at the next moment to reveal the true face underneath.

"Probably some indigestion." Fairy Menechelle frowned. She actually regretted it now because she had forgotten Ash's instructions to "never eat fairies" because of a whim. Maybe it's been too long since I've practiced it, but now I feel a little full.

"Whatever you want to ask, just hurry up."

Even she didn't notice it, and her tone unconsciously worsened.

Oberon glanced at her and stepped forward, then took a deep look at the elf Menechelle before asking questions.

"Oberon, don't be too childish." The elf Menechelle avoided looking, not wanting to play a staring game with Oberon.

"I'm caring about you!"

"Come on, she's absorbing the magic from my tail."

The chat could no longer continue at this point, and Oberon could only turn to face the goblin Gawain.

"Can we talk now?"

"There is no need to persuade me to surrender or anything like that!" Bagster stared at Oberon and gritted his teeth: "Failure is failure. I have no complaints if you kill me."

"Bagster, actually, if you think about it carefully, we don't have any essential conflict of interest."

Bagster pursed his lips and said nothing, looking as stubborn as he wanted to kill.

Seeing this situation, Oberon couldn't help but sigh. He knew it was not that easy: "Let me reiterate, we are humans from the outside world, and the purpose of coming here is only to eliminate the people in the Lost Belt. King’s Morgan.”

"I will never betray His Majesty Morgan."

"Bagster, Fairy Knight Gawain, I remember that you have a human boyfriend, right? That boy is a wanderer from the history of pan-humanity, right?"

"What do you mean!" This time Bagster could no longer remain calm, and her struggle suddenly increased.

The originally tight scales on Fairy Menechel's tail deformed and reorganized, and the scales formed a chain that fit Bagst's neck better. Oberon stood still, no matter how much Bagster pounced, he could not touch him.

"I don't mean to threaten you. We can take you, your boyfriend, and some other goblins to the outside world. He must miss his hometown very much, right?"

The clanking sound of the chains colliding disappeared at this moment, and all Bagster's movements stopped at this moment.

After a long silence, she finally spoke again: "He told me about the outside world again yesterday."

"It's a beautiful world."

Oberon breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was finally possible to proceed with the conversation. He put on a posture of listening carefully, listening to Bagster's barren description. "But... Your Majesty Morgan is kind to me, and I will not betray her."

"We just ask you and your Manchester to remain neutral going forward."

The Queen's army is mostly composed of tooth fairies, and most of the tooth fairies gather in Woodworth's Oxford and Bagster's Manchester. Now that Oxford has surrendered with Woodworth's death, as long as Manchester remains Neutrality can isolate Camelot City. There are only a few dozen knights left in Camelot City. In this way, it is finally possible to challenge Morgan.

Bagster's eyes widened in disbelief, not because the conditions were too harsh, but on the contrary, Oberon's demands were completely inconsistent with what he promised.

"If you kill me here, the effect will be the same." Bagster hesitated but spoke.

"How upright. No wonder he is called the brainless Gawain."

The fairy Gawain was not displeased by Oberon's teasing: "Because the conditions you gave were too loose, which made me feel that you were not negotiating sincerely."

"That's it." Oberon's eyelids drooped slightly: "Then let's put it another way. What we need is stability. If we kill you here, although Manchester will be afraid of Nocnare's military power and surrender, it will inevitably No loyal goblin like you would do some little tricking in the rear.”

In fact, such a problem may also exist in Oxford, so the Boggart will not participate in the subsequent siege of Camelot and will retreat to Oxford to reintegrate the Fang Clan.

But the anti-Queen coalition can no longer bring out a second Boggart to take care of Manchester.

"What we need is a guy who can withstand pressure, will never break his promise, and is authoritative enough to overwhelm other goblins. There is no goblin more suitable than you, Bagster."

"Do you really believe me?" Bagster sneered.

"Of course, you are Britain's most noble knight."

Oberon's affirmative words without a pause fell on Bagster's ears, causing the latter to fall into a long silence.

"Okay, I promise you, Manchester and I will never participate in the war before the Northern Clan and His Majesty Morgan decide the winner."

……

When Oberon returned to Knocknare's army with the goblin Menechelle, Boggart had already led Sheffield's army out of the northern plains to prepare for the final battle.

Knocknare personally received Oberon, and the Queen of the North asked straight to the point without any courtesy:

"How is Gawain, the Fairy Knight?"

"She will no longer be our enemy."

"You didn't kill her?" Nokenale frowned.

"Manchester still needs her...Killing her now will complicate the situation." Oberon used the same rhetoric he used to fool Bagst. He didn't want to explain the disaster.

Letting the disaster of the beast appear now will only weaken one's own strength.

Noknare nodded to acknowledge Oberon's reasons. She didn't care about how the other party persuaded the brainless Gawain. Instead, she was concerned about something else: "Has the sixth patrol bell been found?"

"The position is almost the same. The Water Bell of the Mirror Clan will naturally appear when the time comes."

Noknare curled her lips. She hated people who pretended to be incomprehensible when talking like this, but the other person was still the companion of that guy Arturia, so she couldn't easily punish him.

Outside the account.

Gareth held the face of the elf Menechelle and looked around.

"Gareth, I feel so bad."

After looking carefully, Gareth looked away when nothing unusual was found, but she was still worried: "I heard Oberon said that your old injury has relapsed?"

"I have indigestion and didn't listen to Qie's instructions."

"Ah, so..." Gareth's eyes dodge, and she hesitates to avoid the topic.

Although I feel very sorry for my best friend, since Artoria-sama didn't say anything about Ash being Morgan, she must have considered it. Her rash actions may ruin Artoria-sama's plan.

However, looking at the clear and stupid eyes of the goblin Menechelle, Gareth couldn't help but feel guilty.

——Let’s wait until the next time we meet Arturia-sama and ask if we can tell her. ?
(End of this chapter)