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

Chapter 93

"Ran?"

Ezequiel looked gloomy.He ambushed 3000 people in this not-so-broad forest, but still failed to leave Menechel behind.

There was no emotion on the knight’s face when he reported. The casualties of the 3000 ambushes totaled no more than a dozen people, and the dead was only one person, who was killed by the four scouts. As for Minechel, he only accidentally injured a few while fleeing Just knights along the way.

He was actually quite dissatisfied with Ezequiel.If it weren't for the commander's pride and Minechel found an opportunity to fight close to him, a round of arrow rain would have been enough to take the legendary knight's life.

If it weren't for the desperate efforts of those scouts, Menechel might not be able to escape.

"Chase, chase me!"

Ezequiel looked gloomy, scolding Menechel for his lack of chivalry.At that time, the atmosphere had already been heightened to such an extent that Menechel actually ran away without looking back.

If this matter spread, let alone justifying his name, Ezequiel would probably become the laughing stock of knights all over the world.

It is obviously difficult to find someone in the vast Stark region, but just as Ezequiel could predict that Menechel would be attracted by the distress letter from Re River City, in Re River City Now that it has fallen, Ezequiel can also conclude that Menechel will rush back to Galo City in order to defend the only way that Camelot City must pass.

"Leave 1000 people in Lihe City, and the rest will go to Belu City!"

……

If he hadn't met the Knights of Galo City who were about to return to the city halfway, Menechel would probably have collapsed on a certain snow field due to the double loss of magic power and body at this time.

He rode someone else's horse back to Galo City.

This was the first time in Menechel's life that he felt the gallop on horseback, but he couldn't be happy anyway. At this moment, he finally had a clearer understanding of his own strength.

In the meeting room.

The burning sensation in the abdominal cavity made it extremely difficult for Menechel to take every breath, even so, he tried his best to maintain a calm face.

The other party already knew that his body was starting to deteriorate - Menechel had a gloomy face, and as the commander in chief of the team, he couldn't show any signs of fatigue.

Looking at the knights on both sides of the table with more dignified expressions, Menechel clapped his hands and focused everyone's eyes on himself.

"The number of the enemy will never be less than 3000."

He had bad news, and this time there wasn't any good news.

"So, if you survive ten days, you will win."

Repelling the enemy soldiers, even Menechel himself did not believe such words.

Delay, this is Menechel's bottom line - Galo City is the last fortress leading to Camelot City.He had already sent someone to send a letter to the front line. As long as he survived for ten days and waited for Arturia's elite knights to return to the defense, the victory would still belong to him.

"On the other hand, I have sent Qing Fulige to Camelot City to ask for help. With Camelot City's assistance, it is not impossible to survive ten days."

Just as Menechel was racking his brains to boost the morale of the knights under his command, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a knight ran in in panic.

The snow on his body also sprinkled on the ground bit by bit along with the running of the opponent's body, and the cold wind outside the house mixed with one or two loud shouts spread into the meeting room.

Probably traces of the enemy army have been found outside the city.

The already irritable Menechel suddenly cast a dissatisfied glance at the intruding knight.

Now is not the time to lose your temper.

"Is the enemy attacking?" Minechel held his temper, stood up from the main seat, raised his spear and walked towards the outside of the house: "Organize the defense, I will be there soon."

"Lord Menechel." When Menechel walked up to the messenger knight, the other party finally opened his mouth in a tangled state. He tremblingly handed out the paper he had been clutching in his hand just now: "This is what the enemy just said." Letters shot into the city."

Menechel frowned, spread out some damp letter paper, and glanced at it hastily. Fortunately, this was not a letter he sent to Artoria, but a letter of persuasion.

Menechel quickly tore up the letter paper, and the scattered scraps of paper fluttered to the ground and landed on the two of them.

Seeing this scene, the knight lowered his head even more, not daring to look at Menechel at all.

"If you come across something like this in the future, just tear it up and don't give it to me."

From the letter, he learned the name of the opponent's commander, Ezequiel, a third-rate knight he had never heard of.

How dare he persuade him to surrender?

If it was a year ago, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to stand in front of him.

……

Vorig had just arrived in Camelot City at this time.

When he came to his long-lost homeland, he didn't have time to sigh, even he knew how tense the situation in the Stark region was.

But in such a bad situation, there are still bear children interfering with his important mission.

If Mordred hadn't been Menechel's disciple, Vorig was sure he would have abandoned this guy.

He glared at Mordred who had been tugging at his cloak, only to find that the girl's face showed a rare expression of fear.

"Volige, what are you doing here?"

The sudden voice of questioning made Voligo tremble, and he immediately raised his head and slowly lowered the hand holding the sword hilt after seeing the face of the person coming.

"Your Majesty Morgan."

He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, even if he didn't meet Lord Merlin, he at least met a member of the royal family.

He saluted gratefully. He never thought that His Majesty Morgan, who had only met twice, would recognize him as an unknown person. In contrast, he and Lord Menechel had been together for three years before the other party finally called him right. name.

"Your Majesty Morgan, Rehe City was attacked, and Lord Menechel asked me to come to Camelot City for help."

While talking, Vorig took out the letter that was kept close to him, and after hesitating for a moment, he handed it to Morgan.

Although Menechel has repeatedly emphasized that it must be handed over to Merlin, but now that Merlin cannot be found, it seems that it is not impossible to hand it over to Sister Wang Morgan.

"This is really a big deal." The ladylike smile on Morgan's face gradually faded, her purple eyes looked at Vorig, and a bright color flashed in her pupils: "I will take the responsibility and hand it over to Lord Merlin."

Speaking of which, Morgan turned his attention to the girl who was nervously sticking behind Vorig and said nothing.

"By the way, give this child to me too."

Volig didn't speak, just nodded dully.

Morgan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an invisible force field rolled up Mordred's petite body, dragging the girl over forcibly.

"You can go back, Voligel."

　About three chapters will be added today. I was drunk last night and just woke up

　　
　
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