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

Chapter 8 Wild Campfires Don't Need to Think, You Know They Will Never Exist

Utopia is a magical land.

It is a fantasy area constructed by gathering the thoughts of all primates, so no matter what kind of creatures appear in this magical land, it is not surprising at all.

Menechel once found a blazing blue "fire tree" here. In order to find the fire again, Minechel gnawed on the tree fruit and traveled across mountains and rivers to revisit the old place again.

But even so—

"Even then there would be no fire trees full of bonfires."

The bound humanoid creature had no sense of being a prisoner at all. He glared at the man in front of him fiercely with his small khaki eyes: "Hurry up and let me go, or else"

There was a flash of cold light, the blade of the sword was attached to his neck, and the cold air pricked his skin.

"Otherwise, I guess I will die miserably."

The other party's answer was very straightforward, and there was no image of "an innocent passer-by who was caught by a knight who jumped out of nowhere just because he was wandering around and used as a tool man".

Menechel didn't speak. Regardless of the opponent's fierce resistance, he lifted the hair hanging on both sides of the creature in front of him, revealing a unique pointed ear.

"Elves?"

"Yes!"

The elf's answer was very straightforward. Menechel deflected the edge of the sword and moved the sword away from the opponent's neck, but without giving the opponent a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, he slashed off the blade again.

Obviously, the opponent's entire elf didn't react, only the body shook instinctively.But the imaginary pain did not come, and the rope that bound his body was cut off by this sharp knife.

"you"

The elf blinked, sat on the ground and groped his body, with an expression of disbelief.

"You go."

Before parting, Mr. Merlin had warned him that he must not kill elves here—not to mention, for elves with human physiques, Menechel hadn't yet had the idea of ​​"predating".

"what?"

The sudden change of attitude made the elf in front of him feel as if he was living in a dream, and he responded dumbly and stood up from the ground.

"Can you make a fire?" Suddenly Menechel seemed to remember something, and he turned to look at the elf who was just about to leave beside him.

Seeing his gaze, the elf trembled and said immediately: "Although it is a very simple magic trick, we never use fire."

Menechel's face sank. The last time he was in this area, he had personally seen the blue flames burning on the trees—different from the flame color of ordinary "lighters", but all this did not seem to be caused by elves. .

Looking at Menechel whose face suddenly darkened, the elf immediately realized what he should say.He rolled his eyes and revealed a slightly forced smile: "So I guess, maybe it was the dragon."

"Dragon?" Minechel was taken aback for a moment, he couldn't help but think of the "real dragon species" that Mr. Merlin said, and out of caution, Minechel continued: "There should be no sub-dragons around here."

"It's not a sub-dragon, it's a purebred giant dragon, although judging by the scales, it should not be an adult yet."

Menechel narrowed his eyes. He had been in Utopia for three years, and this was the first time he had actually heard about the dragon.

"Do you know the way?"

Menechel looked at the elf beside him, and the elf nodded attentively uncharacteristically.

"I can lead the way for you, as long as you are not afraid of death."

Menechel narrowed his eyes, and the elf let him watch very cooperatively. Suddenly, the seriousness on Menechel's face was replaced by a smile: "Don't worry, if I can't kill it, I might as well die."

What is the strength of the giant dragon, what is his current strength, whether he can survive, everything is unknown, but so what - he has been here for nearly three years, he does not know how long he has left , What is the effect of my practice for so many years, and the dragon right now is the best test.

——Arturia She is a pure descendant of the red dragon, a warrior chosen by heaven.If you can't overtake her now, then you will never be able to defeat her in your life.

Teacher Merlin's unintentional words kept lingering in Menechel's ears, and his time was running out.

What's more, based on his experience in slaughtering countless Yarons in Utopia for several years, Menechel didn't think he would lose.If he really can't fight... At worst, if he loses the sword that Mr. Mei Lin gave him, he will naturally be squeezed out of Utopia directly by the world.

You can't die no matter what, so what's there to be afraid of?

He smiled so-called, put away the rapier and pinned it on his waist, and pointed forward: "Lead the way."

The elf was speechless, turned around and led the way to the dense forest behind him.

Menechel can be sure that there is definitely something wrong with the elf in front of him, at least the purpose is not pure, but everyone is an adult, and it is not surprising that they have personal feelings.What's more, Menechel has this confidence-he can capture the opponent once, and he can suppress the opponent countless times.

……

Morgan was sitting in the carriage, and the unmanned horse was burning with blue flames, and the ground where the horse's hooves passed were scorched black.

Her father, King Uther, had only her on the surface, no matter how many illegitimate children that old thing secretly had, the throne would always be hers, but Merlin actually played the "king of the chosen one" trick.

Whoever can pull out the sword in the stone will be the new king of Britain. If Merlin hadn't publicly announced that he would not participate in this selection, Morgan even suspected that the other party was about to usurp the throne.

But there is no doubt that the girl next to Merlin is the new king of "Heaven's Chosen". If Morgan guessed correctly, the girl who was disguised as a teenager by Merlin's magic is still his sister in name.

She also just rushed back to Britain after hearing the rumors about the Sword in the Stone, but it is a pity that she, as a princess, failed to pull out the sword of the king's choice after a trial, but luckily for Morgan, the chance was not good. Only one time.

She was going to use a little magic to help her activate the blood of the red dragon, so she came here to borrow some blood from the "old dragon".

But it's a pity that even the flames of fantasies that were burning in pieces this time failed to attract the dragon cub. Obviously, it would rush out as soon as it smelled her smell before.

It seems that both dragons and humans are creatures that become less cute as they grow up.

Morgan frowned, and she controlled the carriage to stop slowly.A flying bird of transparent color slowly landed on Morgan's hand.

A large amount of droppings belonging to birds were found in the forest of the lake, but the surroundings were eerily quiet, apparently empty of birds.

Warcraft here will never go near the lake, and the group of vegetarian elves will not take the initiative to exterminate a race.

Was it the little dragon who made the move... The last time I saw the other party, it seemed to be planning to drive away the elves and monopolize the lake.

So the next step is the elves by the lake, right?
Thinking of this, Morgan turned the carriage and drove back to the forest of the lake.

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PS: It will get better after getting through the boring plot at the beginning. The current situation is probably like Li Xin of the third level, waiting for the fourth level to become Guangxin in one fell swoop, and then it will be smooth sailing?

　It's important to catch up with the new issue, so please
　　
　
(End of this chapter)