On the war horse, Qi Wuce tried his best not to blur his consciousness, and in this vast and sparsely populated England, he couldn't even find a castle that he could call for help after riding a horse for a long time.

On the way to escape, the injuries of the internal organs that had already been broken became more and more serious, and as a last resort, Qi Wufu could only stabilize those broken bones and internal organs through the small source in his body.

But Qi Wuce always knew in his heart that this was not a long-term solution after all. A porcelain doll that has been broken, even if it is glued with adhesive tape, it cannot be supported for too long, and the moment the adhesive force on the adhesive tape is exhausted, the porcelain doll will eventually shatter into a piece of scum.

Qi Wufu didn't know the consequences of continuing to struggle, but how could he dare to stop with a large number of pursuers behind him.

"Ha, bad luck is like this, and it's inevitable to die nine times......"

At this critical juncture, Qi Wuce still didn't forget to joke with himself.

Little by little, the magic is gone, and eventually it is all consumed.

"It should be almost, whether it is death or life, it depends on this bet."

After estimating the speed of the ordinary war horse and determining the distance between himself and the pursuers, Qi Wuce stopped the horse and stopped in a small forest that he had written down when he came, drove the scaly horse away, and Qi Wuce found a bush to hide in.

This is a last resort, although he knows that there are pursuers behind him, but his unsustainable body makes him have to choose this way.

Lying in the grass, the operation of his body gradually became smoother, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, until the moment before he fell unconscious, Qi Wuce saw a blurred figure approaching him with his eyes that could not focus normally.

"Huh...... In the end, I didn't make it to the end, didn't I get through it? What a stroke of luck......"

It was already difficult to hold on to the limit of what his body could allow, and Qi Wuru closed his eyes in the bad news.

The picture goes back to a recent past.

Because of Achill's leading charge, the soldiers had no choice but to pack up the plundered resources under the leadership of Achill's adjutant and reluctantly chased in the direction of the commander who was on top for a while.

"Lord Achill always takes the lead in the charge like this......"

"Or else? A valiant knight like Lord Achill is a worthy goal for us to pursue! ”

During the march, occasionally a few idle soldiers would chat with each other, and they would not stop until they were spotted by the commander and stopped with their eyes.

The lieutenant rode in the middle of the procession, and he was the wise man of King Votigon who had been sent to suppress the formation because he feared that Achill would act impulsively.

"Hurry up and give the order to speed up the march of the whole army, Lord Achill is too impulsive, in case it was a decoy thrown by the enemy before, then we must hurry to help."

The squad leader next to the distraught lieutenant captain gave the order.

The army brought by Achill initially consisted of some infantry due to lack of supplies, but after three raids, the army was now full of cavalry.

A whole cavalry team, even if it had to carry a large amount of supplies, was still not slow to march.

After only a while, the adjutant led his army to the place where Qi Wuce fought to the death with Achill.

The devastated ground made the adjutant's heart uneasy, and the big holes were the tricks that his commander was best at using, and in the past, his commander would only use such powerful tricks when he encountered a strong enemy.

"Report ...... Report to the Chief ......"

Adjutant Achill's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his subordinate's debriefing, and he slowly followed his subordinate's direction.

My heart suddenly raced a few beats, and the sight was so unbelievable.

The knight, who had been given the power to be invincible in the battlefield by King Votiggen, was now lying on the ground, covered in blood.

"Lord Achill, he'......"

Raising his hand to stop the useless nonsense of his subordinates, the adjutant just gave a cold order: "Although Lord Knight Achill is not the most powerful knight in Britain, if you want to kill him, even the strongest knights will have to pay the heaviest price......"

"The whole army obeys the order! Give me chase! The knight who killed Lord Achill must not be allowed to escape. ”

After giving the order, the adjutant grabbed the reins of the war horse and was about to draw the whip, but a loud noise stopped him from pulling the whip.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

Looking back, he saw the soldiers who had been torn apart in an instant, and his eyes went black, and the adjutant lost consciousness.

The Saxons who plundered and slaughtered the city were undoubtedly undying enemies to Arthurian Artoria.

Therefore, when Artoria left Stoke City as fast as she could, the first thing she noticed the Saxon soldiers had done was to unleash her oath and sword of victory.

Artoria, armed with an excalibur, was no match for these mortals of the flesh, so when the sword light shone, the fate of this group of soldiers was already sealed.

Swinging, swinging, swinging, repeating a single action, Artoria on the battlefield is undoubtedly a terrifying killing machine.

Five minutes of time.

Nearly a thousand Saxon soldiers were easily crushed like weeds under a lawnmower, even hard armor could not block a sword, and even a fast war horse could not be as fast as the knight who could pull up a sonic boom as long as he ran.

Quickly clearing the Saxon soldiers, a magic power was released to clean up the viscous plasma on her body, and Artoria began to clean up the battlefield.

"Wait...... What is this face? ”

Looking at the faces of the corpses on the ground, Artoria fell into memory.

"Achill!"

Soon Artoria remembered information about the knight.

Artoria's face was not good, because if her memory was not wrong, the knight should have died on the battlefield of the decisive battle with Votigen after she became king, not now.

That is, her arrival has already had an impact on this era. Remembering the horrific aftermath of the dramatic shift in history that Merlin had described not long ago, my breath was suffocated.

After a moment's pause, Artoria cautiously threw Archier's body into the pile of corpses.

It has happened, and no amount of regret is meaningless, and Artoria understands that she is a huge variable for this era, and no matter what she does, it will have a big impact on this era.

But if she is asked to do nothing, it is also impossible, and the only thing she can believe in now is the restrictions that Qi Wuce left on her.

Blasting a large pit in the ground, throwing the corpses of the soldiers into it, lighting the flames, Artoria incinerated the corpses.

Sotfate had told her that if the piles of corpses were not properly disposed of, they would cause a plague hundreds of times more terrible than war.

Artoria began to have a headache when she dealt with the soldiers of Votiggen, and it would take a lot of time for her to transport such a large amount of supplies back to Stoke City by herself.