FATE: Target of Grand Master

Once outside, Xia Yan immediately felt the sensation of freefall. It turned out that he had originally been on the top floor of an ancient castle tower, and the two-legged dragons had used the top floor of the tower as their nest.

Just as he was about to land, a small magic circle appeared beneath Morgan's feet, negating the effects of free fall.

Xia Yan landed safely and immediately ran into the nearby woods, leaving Morgan alone to face the wyverns that had discovered them.

Morgan's appearance after manifesting was comparable to that of a shadow follower, with his entire body shrouded in thick black mist, completely concealing his form within it.

Not to mention others, even Xia Yan, the Master, couldn't see any connection between this black mist and Morgan.

The disheveled old man, still hiding on the top floor of the tower, kept staring at Morgan's location and suddenly began to mutter to himself.

"So you really can't see through his true form? Well, that makes sense. This young man seems to know a lot about things like the Holy Grail War; he certainly won't easily reveal any flaws."

"No need, maintain the status quo for now. His Servants seem very strong; now is not the time for infighting."

"Continue to observe from the shadows, and do not come out without my orders."

After giving instructions to his servants, the slovenly old man continued to observe the battle.

To his surprise, the battle ended in just over ten seconds.

Enveloped in black mist, Morgan tapped her wand on the ground, and five black spears, also shrouded in black mist and whose shapes were completely indistinguishable, shot down from the sky, piercing the first two-legged dragon that pounced on her through the heart.

Before the other wyverns could react, Morgan made his move again.

The spears, shrouded in black mist, were fired from the space surrounding each of the two-legged wyverns.

Before they could react, the wyverns let out several miserable howls and plummeted to the ground.

For a moment, Xia Yan felt as if the weather here was raining down dragons with flying feet.

Morgan was incredibly strong, and Xia Yan knew that Morgan hadn't even shown her full strength yet.

Xia Yan once again marveled at his good luck, having summoned such a powerful Servant.

The slovenly middle-aged man, who had been watching from the sidelines trying to figure something out, stood there dumbfounded. That was it? It was too fast! He hadn't even seen anything yet. And how could this Servant be so strong!

Morgan, having easily dealt with the wyverns, returned to his spirit form and went back to Xia Yan's side.

"Master, you see? With me as your servant, you only need to focus on things outside of battle."

Having witnessed the battle just now, Xia Yan felt more confident and naturally didn't hold back his praise.

For some reason, the words of praise that he should have been tired of hearing long ago sounded particularly pleasant to Morgan when they came from Xia Yan's mouth.

"Hey buddy, wait for me!"

Just then, the slovenly old man ran out of the tower.

Xia Yan didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, and the slovenly uncle quickly ran up to him.

"Ha ha..."

The disheveled middle-aged man, panting heavily, caught his breath for a moment before speaking, "Young man, would you mind if we walked together?"

Unlike before, Xia Yan was not amiable this time and directly exposed the slovenly uncle's little scheme.

"Uncle, if my Servant hadn't displayed such power just now, were you planning to continue playing dead in the tower?"

"How could that be? Uncle, I'm just a little scared. After all, it's the first time I've ever seen such a big monster."

"Alright, let's stop testing each other. If you want to come with me, you can, but you'll have to show some sincerity."

The disheveled middle-aged man turned his pockets inside out and said to Xia Yan, "But I don't have any money."

Xia Yan was getting a little impatient.

"Does money even matter to those of us participating in the Master selection? You can't possibly not even think of that? Stop playing dumb, or I'll have to admit you're not worth cooperating with."

Seeing Xia Yan's expression turn serious, the slovenly uncle quickly changed his tune, saying, "No, no, no, please don't abandon me! Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Hu Qiu, I'm 42 years old, and I have a wife and an 8-year-old daughter. I didn't know anything about Masters and Servants before, and all I know now is some information I found out a few days ago."

"Where is your servant? Release your spirit form so I can see him."

Xia Yan interrupted Hu Qiu's rambling.

"Huh? But, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Hu Qiu was clearly not very happy.

"Then forget it. Although we share the same goal, there's no reason for us to act together. From now on, let's each rely on our own abilities."

Xia Yan decisively prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Hu Qiu quickly called out to Xia Yan.

"Uncle, it's not that I'm unwilling to summon my Servant, it's just that my Servant's strength is far inferior to yours, young man. Come out, Assassin."

Upon hearing his Master's command, Assassin dispelled his spirit form and appeared before Xia Yan.

She was a woman with dark skin all over her body, wearing a hood and a skull mask, which was obviously a form of disguise.

However, this was of no use to Xia Yan.

Xia Yan achieved his goal, because he recognized the Servant, Hassan of the Hundred Faces, an Assassin class.

In terms of direct combat ability, Hassan the Hundred Faces is indeed weaker than many Servants, which makes it easy to understand why Hu Qiu wanted to cling to Xia Yan's coattails.

Xia Yan naturally wouldn't reveal that he had already seen through the other party's servant. He nodded slightly and then gestured for Hu Qiu to follow.

"Master, are we really going to bring them along?"

Morgan clearly didn't have a good impression of Hassan the Hundred-Faced, who was shrouded in mystery.

"Yes, now that we know the enemy's Servant is an Assassin, we need to bring her along even more. This way, she can perform reconnaissance duties and also keep an eye on the enemy. After all, their Master is also within our attack range."

Seeing that Xia Yan had an idea, Morgan didn't say anything more.

The two pairs of masters and servants crossed a not-too-large forest and arrived at an open plain.

In the center of the plain stood a castle, and at this moment, the area outside the castle gates was unusually lively, as a large group of wyverns and skeleton soldiers were attacking the castle.

"Morgan, how long will it take to deal with those monsters outside the castle?"

After comparing the plot of the first singularity in the original game with his own mind, Xia Yan found that their current situation was basically the same as the original plot.

After defeating these monsters, they will encounter the first Servant in this singularity—Jeanne d'Arc.

Looking at the total of over three hundred, Morgan said casually, "Two minutes will be enough."

This answer was roughly what Xia Yan had predicted.

"Then I'll trouble Your Majesty."

Morgan disembodied himself again and reappeared on the plain.

She waved her wand from within the black mist, and a huge black wave surged from the ground, scattering the skeleton soldiers in all directions.

The wyverns in the sky didn't fare much better either, receiving the same piercing attack as before.

Morgan decimated the once dominant Warcraft army.

Just as Morgan was preparing to finish off the remaining monsters, Hassan the Hundred-Faced appeared on the battlefield.

Although far less efficient than Morgan's, the assassination technique of killing a monster with a single blow is still a unique art on the battlefield.

Xia Yan turned to look at Hu Qiu.

"Uncle, I know the rules. Since we're working together, I should definitely do my part. Although Assassins don't have an advantage against a large army, they're more than capable of taking down some deserters."

Since Hu Qiu was so understanding, Xia Yan didn't stand on ceremony and let Morgan rest.

The battle situation was immediately reversed with the arrival of Xia Yan and Hu Qiu's two groups of followers.

Once all the monsters outside the castle were gone, the castle gates finally opened from the inside, and a blonde girl in white armor, holding a white flag with a pattern resembling an iris, led a dozen human soldiers out.