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

Chapter 94

The enemy has maximized the advantage of numbers, and the three rounds of attacks around the clock are gradually consuming the energy of the guards of Belu City, and it will be a matter of time before the city is broken.

The house leak happened to rain all night, and on the third day of defending the city, the Volig knight who had been sent out took a detour to return to the city alone.

Leaning against the city wall, Menechel resisted the desire to cough, but his voice became hoarse uncontrollably: "What about Camelot?"

Vorig lowered his head and was silent for a moment.

Menechel's heart sank involuntarily.In fact, when he saw Vorig came back alone, he had already made corresponding psychological preparations.

Sure enough, Vorigo replied tremblingly: "Master Merlin is not in Camelot City, and the other lords... refused to send troops to help Camelot City because of the insufficient defense of Camelot City."

Teacher Merlin is not here, so who will Vorig give Mordred to? Such a simple question is fleeting in Menechel's mind. The enemy is now, and now is not the time to think about this kind of question.

This was the third day of the city defense battle, and the number of guards in Galo City dropped by half. In order to resist the onslaught of the enemy day and night, Menechel, who was the city guard, also stayed on the city wall for three full days.

Even though his physical strength was far beyond ordinary people, he felt exhausted at this moment.

"I see."

Menechel closed his eyes, he could no longer have the strength to get angry, and the swelling feeling in his head made him want to fall asleep immediately.

The walled city is about to lose its hold.Menechel thought, this time it is estimated that he will really die here.

Menechel didn't think that the few remaining and quite exhausted soldiers in Galo City could stop the next round of attacks from enemies that were several times larger than him.

Moreover, Camelot City's refusal to support will also be the last straw to destroy the morale of the remaining soldiers.

The city of Belu has completely become an isolated city in the wilderness.

"Thank you for your hard work, you first..."

Before he finished speaking, a knight guarding the city wall in the distance quickly approached here.

Menechel leaned on the spear and stood up, and Vorig, who was about to go back to rest, could barely stay behind.

"My lord Menechel, the enemy has suspended the siege, and sent an envoy to request to open the city gate and talk to you."

"How many people are there?" Menechel kept his tone as calm as possible, but still couldn't hide the tiredness in his voice.

"one person."

Menechel was taken aback, and dared to go to the enemy camp alone. This person seemed to be really not afraid of death.

"Let him in."

You don't need to guess that he also knows what the enemy's purpose is to invite him to talk, it's nothing more than wanting him to sacrifice the city and surrender.

He didn't understand what was in him that was worthy of the enemy's attention, but this seemed to be an excellent way to delay time.

But after all, it is an expedient measure. Menechel can't talk to someone for a few days - that way, let alone whether the enemy will choose to attack the city because of impatient temper, his ambiguous attitude alone will Shake the determination of the knights under his command to defend the city.

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"Long time no see, Sir Menechel. When we met last time, you were still in high spirits. I never thought that when we met again, you would have gray hair."

As soon as Chamo followed the two knights into the meeting room, he greeted Menechel, who was seated on the main seat.

Menechel frowned, looking at the unfamiliar male face in front of her, she couldn't remember who the person in front of her was for a moment.

"Sir Menechel is now Camelot's number one knight, so it's only natural that you can't remember me." Chamo smiled: "Chamo, I don't know if you still remember."

"Chamo?"

Menechel frowned. He really had an impression of the name, but he only remembered sporadically that the other party was a knight under King Gwen's command, and he was also the first person he knew after leaving Avalon.

"You have changed a lot."

He was not interested in why Chamo ended up here, and asked straight to the point: "So Ezequiel sent you to persuade me to surrender?"

"Sir Menechel, I'm not here to persuade you to surrender." Chamo said: "The nobles in Camelot City have already given up the city of Galo, Sir Menechel, do you think there is any point in persisting? You are recognized as the number one knight in Britain, there is no need to sacrifice yourself for a group of moths."

"You can live for yourself. Master Ezequiel said that you don't need to surrender. As long as you let go of the city gate and agree to use the way, and when Camelot is captured, he is willing to share the credit with you."

When Chamo mentioned "Camero City refuses to support", Menechel's pupils shrank. He just got this information just now, and he didn't even have time to tell his subordinates. Why did Chamo know so soon? .

The originally quiet meeting room suddenly exploded because of this news.

"Quiet!"

Menechel suddenly raised the volume, and the evil spirit cultivated through years of fighting overwhelmed everyone's whispers.

He knocked on the armrest again and again, with a cloudy expression, and the only sound in the room was the knocking sound of "duk tuk".

"Knight Chamo." Menechel's tone was gloomy, and he took off his head armor, revealing short gray hair, but at this moment Chamo didn't dare to look up at him.

This long-lost sense of oppression reminded him of his first meeting with Menechel.

"How dare you fabricate such crude lies to shake the morale of our army." Menechel raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a malicious smile, and the ferocity in his eyes almost overflowed People almost ignore his white hair and sick face.The ferocious aura belonging to the first knight filled the spacious meeting room unscrupulously at this time.

Menechel picked up a gun and approached Chamo step by step, and the suffocating sense of oppression appeared on him again after a long absence.

With a flash of cold light, Chamo only felt a chill in his head, a piece of hair fell from his eyes, and some cold object only touched his head, like a sword of Damocles hanging high, making Chamo momentarily Don't forget to breathe.

"For the memory of an old friend, I will spare your life."

He couldn't kill Chamo immediately at this time, otherwise it would only show his guilty conscience.Camelot City refuses to support such a thing, and must not tell its subordinates.

Withdrawing the spear that was on top of Chamo's head, before the opponent could breathe a sigh of relief, Menechel flicked his wrist, and the tip of the gun drew a trace of blood on Chamo's face.

"King Arthur gave me clothes to wear and bread to eat. He made me live like a normal person. Everything I have now is given to me by the king—" Ignoring Chamo who covered his face and screamed silently, Menecher Er's voice became more and more cold: "You, go back and tell Ezequiel that third-rate bastard, what kind of thing is he!"

Negotiations broke down faster than expected, and didn't even last an hour.

When Chamo left in embarrassment, Menechel finally couldn't maintain a tough posture, closed his eyes and sat down on the main seat.

Raising his hand to prevent the knights under his command from supporting him, Menechel opened his bloodshot eyes.

"The enemy is about to attack the city again soon." He said, "Before then, immediately control the Volig knights."

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(End of this chapter)