Zongman: Unlock the Heroic Spirit Heritage from Demon Slayer

Then he raised his pale dragon head and a breath of magic power burst out!

The target was directly aimed at the two sword beams.

The rich magical breath shattered upon contact with the sword light.

Vortigern was immediately horrified!

"Who did this?!"

The magic beam that was previously emitted from the center of the continent!

Then to the British land where magic suddenly recovered!

Strange things happened one after another.

Each of these strange things was enough to make him distressed.

Watching the sword beams passing over his head, Futigeng understood that these two attacks were not aimed at him.

But this actually made him feel scared!

Is it possible that my strength is not good enough for this person?

No!

Be sure to find out!

Then, Vortigern contacted his follower Locke, who was busy setting traps, through the scales.

"Lord Vortigern! What do you want to ask me? Is it about the ambush on King Arthur?"

"Don't worry, I've already found out everything. She's leading her army to the battle and is currently on the plain in the middle!"

"I have already mobilized all the monsters, and I am just waiting for her to come and die!"

After hearing Locke's report, Vortigern finally felt a little better.

At least, there is good news!

"Locke, you did a great job! But this is not why I came to you this time!"

Chapter 422: Battle of the Rift Valley, Fall into the Trap

"Did you see those two sword energies in the air?!"

Vortigern's voice was louder than Locke had imagined.

"My Lord, I saw it. I think this direction should be from one of the Anglo-Saxon attacks!"

"Do you want me to go over and investigate? But..."

Locke said with great embarrassment.

Now is the critical period of the plan and he can't get away!

Vortigern also understood the current situation.

Should we explore the true identity of that unknown strong man, or continue the current action of ambush King Arthur?

After a while, Vortigern came to his final conclusion.

"Forget it! You should just complete the task at hand!"

"Remember, after you deal with King Arthur, go and check on that person immediately!"

Vortigern's communications came quickly and were received quickly.

When Locke came to his senses, there was no sound from the other side.

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The periphery of the rift valley.

Alfred was riding a warhorse, inspecting his soldiers back and forth.

"Hurry up! Put the herbs in your mouth! We are leaving immediately!"

"As long as we cross the rift in front of us, we can head straight to the capital of these natives!"

"When the time comes, everything we snatch will belong to you!!"

He attached great importance to the plan of crossing the rift and personally promised benefits.

I heard that in this operation, all the stolen items would become personal property.

The bandit gene hidden in the nature of the Anglo-Saxons began to work its magic.

They struck their armor with the weapons in their hands and cheered all day long.

Alfred smiled with satisfaction when he saw his men were full of energy and spirit.

"Very good. In this case, the beast master shouldn't embarrass us, right?"

"Maybe, in order to reward us, they will even kill those guys next door who are not doing their job well!"

He had already begun to fantasize about the good days in the future.

"Take Jason's territory first! Then Frank's!"

"The other companies are similar to me. It would be awesome if we could take over Phoenix's territory as well!"

"My lord! My lord!"

"Hmm? Edmund, what's wrong?"

Seeing that his lord was still in a daze, Edmund walked over and interrupted him at the right time.

"Sir, our reconnaissance team has returned."

"Coming back from across the rift?"

There was a gleam in Alfre's eyes. The reason why he hadn't ordered his men to start marching was because he was waiting for this reconnaissance team!

"That's right." Edmund responded quickly.

"Great, take me to see them!"

Alfred was so excited that he actually asked to go over.

So Edmund led Alfred directly to the reconnaissance team.

A reconnaissance team consists of more than ten people. The Anglo-Saxon army usually has two groups, which are specially selected from smart Anglo-Saxon people.

Elsewhere, the reconnaissance team should be highly valued.

But in the Anglo-Saxon army, the reconnaissance team had the lowest status.

They advocate the use of force and believe that a reconnaissance team that hides behind the scenes after gathering intelligence is a place only cowards go.

This time, when the reconnaissance team received the mission given by Lord Alfred himself, they were very excited.

So two reconnaissance teams were sent out, with a total of more than twenty people.

"Why did you come back with so few people?"

Alfred, who should have been overjoyed, was stunned when he saw the five team members in front of him who were covered in mud and almost turned into mud men.

The original enthusiasm was also extinguished.

"Is there an ambush ahead?"

This was Alfred's first reaction.

After all, after losing more than a dozen people, it was hard for him not to be suspicious.

But the people in front of him hurriedly shook their heads. There was no disappointment on their faces about the death of their teammates. Instead, they showed excited smiles.

"Sir! No, we were not ambushed!"

"It should be said that there is no ambush ahead!"

Afterwards, the few surviving members of the reconnaissance team told about the situation ahead.

"We found no trace of the enemy as we crossed the rift."

"It's a desolate place, the roads are overgrown with weeds, and even the only village has been abandoned for who knows how many years!"

Obviously, these soldiers were happy that they did not find the enemy.

As for their dead companions, they don't care.

There was no trace of the enemy, which meant that the enemy was unaware of this surprise attack!

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Alfred also smiled, but soon he suppressed the joy in his heart and asked:

"What happened to the other dozen people in your team?"

"Sir, when we came back this time, the herbs had no effect, and the miasma entered their bodies, so they died."

After saying that, the few surviving soldiers spat out the herbs in their mouths.

The herbs had been bitten to pieces and the juice had long been consumed.

This explanation was reasonable, but Alfred was still worried. He frowned and ordered Edmund beside him:

"Take them down to check their identities!"

"If you have any questions, just..."

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There was a murderous gleam in Alfred's eyes. If they were spies, their fate would be self-evident.

Seeing this, the members of the reconnaissance team breathed a sigh of relief.

Edmund led them down and found the leader of the reconnaissance team to verify the identities of these people.

Soon, there was a reply.

"No problem, sir."

"Their superior said that these were our people. Their appearance matched and they answered all the questions correctly."

"And they said they found the correct route through the rift valley, which can avoid some dangerous places."

After hearing this, Alfred almost jumped up.

"That's great! God is helping me!!"

"Quick! Let them lead the way, we will charge right over!!"

Edmond listened, hesitated, and said:

"Sir, don't you want to confirm it again? It's easy to get into this rift, but it's troublesome to get out!"

"You're the only one who's smart! Can't I think of that? Time waits for no one! What if someone else gets there first?"

Alfred glared at his adjutant fiercely and spat on the ground.

"If they get there first, we will be the ones to be devoured by the monsters! We can't afford the risk!"

Obviously, the pressure Locke put on them was not small at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed through this rift so rashly.

The time, place and people are favorable.

The three advantages are on the side of the kingdom.

Chapter 423: The Anglo-Saxon Army Enters an Ambush

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

More than 20 prisoners with their mouths gagged kept kicking the ground while shouting.

pat!

The soldier in charge of guarding the side kicked them mercilessly and knocked them to the ground.

"Behave yourself! If you keep yelling, I'll cut off your tongues!"

However, when the soldiers kicked down the group of prisoners, a rag fell out of the mouth of one of the prisoners.

Therefore, he also earned the right to speak.

"You bastards! How dare you tie me up!!"