If there is suitable terrain, then think about digging a hole and running.

That's the way to go!

Not long after they left, a figure swept in from a distance.

Dressed in gorgeous armor with a haughty expression.

Paladins Round Table Knights!

He was still glamorous, and there was no sign of the battle at all.

Obviously, although I don't know how it ended when I chased Prince Bernard just now, I certainly didn't experience a hard battle.

"What's the matter? Two people are just chasing a few little ants, and they are letting them run so far? Is it really getting more and more useless...... Huh?"

The Knight of the Round Table was complaining about something with an unhappy expression.

However, when he suddenly sensed something, his face suddenly changed, and his speed suddenly accelerated, and in a flash, he was already close to the front.

Then, there he stood, and at his feet, a corpse......

This was the second personal soldier to be killed.

Looking at the battlefield, it is not difficult to see that he was killed in the process of escaping.

"It's ...... After declining from the peak, he was killed?"

The state of battle can explain a lot of things!

It's not that the strength was not exerted, and he was attacked to death.

Rather, he was already past his prime, and after his decline, he was killed.

Moreover, this is all the way to escape here.

This shows that even if this personal soldier is in peak condition, he can't help his opponent!

"Are those ants so strong?" the knight of the round table raised an eyebrow, chuckling inwardly.

Before, in fact, he sensed the strength of Gu Feng and the others from a distance, and speculated that if he knew that the two personal soldiers under him would be absolutely fine, and they should have an overwhelming advantage.

Therefore, he will be relieved and bold to let two hands chase and kill.

However, he never imagined that now, he saw the corpse of one of his men......

Moreover, this subordinate was killed on the way to escape after reaching his peak state.

The other subordinate didn't see it, but the situation in front of him was enough for him to speculate.

Don't think about it, another subordinate must have fallen.

"Yes...... Damn!"

The Knight of the Round Table had tyranny in his eyes and a twitch on his forehead.

It's not that he has a deep relationship with these two men.

Rather, the death of these two subordinates is a big loss for his strength.

Moreover, this represents his face!

In the middle of the action, such as a dignified knight of the Round Table, he failed to save the lives of his subordinates?

"Bracelet ......"

The knight's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the wrist of his personal soldier.

The wrist was empty, leaving only a trace...... That's the traces left by wearing a metal bracelet for a long time.

However, the metal bracelet is gone.

"How dare they!"

The Knight of the Round Table couldn't believe it.

Someone killed his personal soldier and then took the bracelet away?

You know, this metal bracelet is one of the biggest hole cards of the Holy Knights!

The potion contained in the metal bracelet is the secret of the Holy Knights.

As long as people with a little common sense will know that taking away the metal bracelet is equivalent to touching the bottom line of the Holy Knights, that is, the real immortality.

And now, after the other party killed his personal soldier, he even took away the metal bracelet......

This is equivalent to not taking the Holy Knights seriously at all!

And for him, this is also a great trouble.

He lost the secret of the Holy Knights, and when he goes back, he can't explain it!

"Bastard!"

The knight of the round table's face was pale, and he didn't care about anything else, and his figure flashed, and he continued to pursue it along the traces of the battle.

Soon, a second battlefield was found.

Looking at the other personal soldier who was lying on the ground, and his wrist that was also empty, he suddenly exploded completely, and roared in the sky.

……

"Damn it!"

In New York, on the beach in the backyard of a beach house, a Western man with an angry look on his face slammed the table in front of him.

The red wine on the table suddenly spilled onto the beach and quickly seeped in.

"Why? Why did he come back? He said he would go into seclusion forever!

He was always so conceited! When he wanted to leave, he never cared about what other people thought and walked away!

When he wanted to come back, he didn't consider the feelings of other people, and he turned around and came back! Did he think that the whole world was his? Why!

Western men are almost going crazy.

This Western man is none other than Odin.

On a chaise longue next to her, Frigga lay quietly, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, quietly drinking it, looking at the sparkling sea.

For Odin's madness, it seems that he has become accustomed to it and ignores it.

Odin, on the other hand, had no intention of stopping, and when he saw Frigga so calm, he became even more angry.

"You!"

Odin strode up to Frigga and grabbed Frigga by the collar of her coat, glaring at Frigga angrily.

"You are my woman! How dare you support the Duke at a critical moment? If it weren't for your support for the Duke, how could I be humiliated by him again?"

Frigga looked up, glanced at Odin with contempt, looked disdainful to say anything, shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the red wine shaking in the wine glass, looked up, and was ready to drink.

This contemptuous action undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and immediately made Odin even more angry.

Syllable!

Stretched out his hand and slapped the wine glass directly.

Then, with a slap on the hand, he slapped it heavily on Friggia's face.

Frigga was still lying there, blood soaking through the corners of her mouth.

Odin's slap is not light.

But Frigga endured it quietly, not to mention resistance, not even any anger.

It's just that she raised her head and looked at Odin, with a bit of pity in her eyes.

"You can't be a match for Lord Duke...... Not only in terms of strength, but also psychologically, you have lost to Lord Duke forever! You don't even have the guts to do anything with Lord Duke......

"Falk Squid!"

Odin was furious, and in his excitement, he reached out and grabbed Frigga by the neck, and pressed Frigga hard against the chaise longe.

Friggya's breathing became difficult, and her face began to turn blue.

But she didn't struggle, she didn't resist, she didn't even say anything to beg for mercy, she just stared at Odin with a pair of eyes.

In those eyes, there was pity and sympathy...... Only anger is missing!

The more this happens, the more Odin almost collapses.