Quiet~

Mordred dared to provoke in someone's nest, it's really bold. The knights of the Knights of Fiona were a little confused by Mordred.

"Well, the agreed competition will take place in the next few days. Modred Knight, you're tired from running around, I think it's better to rest and recuperate first. Finn jumped out and rounded.

"Hit it!" The hot-tempered Oscar burst out and stared at Mordred with no diminish.

"Oscar!" Finn scolded, pulling the eager Oscar behind him. "Don't mess around, you're going to be laughed at by others."

"But, Grandpa." Oscar said impatiently: "The other party is just a knight at the end of the round table, nothing or anything." King Arthur clearly meant to look down on the warriors of our Knights of Fiona! ”

That's right, this blonde-haired coquettish man is already a grandfather. I really don't know how such a large age competed with Dilumudo and became jealous and stirred up a lot of trouble.

"I think Oscar said it well." He whispered in agreement, feeling like he was protecting his son. The outspoken Oscar said what the knights thought, and the knights agreed one after another.

"That's it, I think I'll get this Mordred back to his hometown. that King Arthur should understand the consequences of despising us, and send messengers with earnest. Conan Mona proposed, "Hey, hey, maybe King Arthur will obediently serve my king when he hears that he is frightened." ”

[Young man, it's very good to be obscene, give you 100 points to make you proud. Mordred was speechless as she listened. Should it be said to be a model image demonstration of knights? These people have demonstrated their muscles and brainlessness to the extreme. Mordred had never seen anyone with such fresh brain circuits.

"Ahem!" Finn listened with black lines on his face, and the brothers of his own knights were all thrown to other knights. "I can't stand you."

"Why don't you let Oscar and the knight of the round table have a fair duel?" King Conmack, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "The Knight of the Round Table called Mordred. ”

"Why do you call my name?" Mordred looked at him puzzled.

Commark pointed to Oscar and introduced: "This is the most fierce and brave knight Oscar in the Knights of Fiona in our kingdom except for Finn and Dilumudo. ”

"What do you mean?" Mordred was confused, could it be that you are just showing off your knights?

"Defeat him and prove your strength. Tell me that you are qualified to go to our country. Tell my warriors about your heroism too! Conmark motioned for Finn to let go of the hand holding Oscar.

"Let's !! Fight" Oscar smiled militantly, he had been unhappy with the Knight of the Round Table for a long time.

"Naturally, the Knights of the Round Table will not turn down any challenge above board." Mordred took a fighting stance.

At the intersection of the two, the others consciously gave up a space for them to perform. Gather in a circle and watch the knights clash. However, they still have in their hearts that the Oscars will win. This Finn's grandson is by no means the kind of second ancestor who relies on the remnants of his ancestors to eat and wait for death.

But all the knights who have been on the battlefield with Oscar know the murder in the bones of this murderer. On the battlefield, he is like a never-ending meat grinder, brutally grinding all the enemy troops in front of him to pieces. Everywhere he went, there was not a single bone on the ground that had been played, only a piece of minced flesh.

[Hey, poor Knight of the Round Table! Some kind-hearted knights sighed for the poor knight at the end of the round table. The belligerent Oscar is the one who can't control his hands once he fights. They thought that Mordred would be crippled at the lightest.

Commark presumably intended this to serve as a warning to King Arthur not to take the knightly rivalry agreed upon between the two countries again. In his opinion, Mordred, the last seat at the small round table, would not be taken seriously even if King Arthur was killed.

"Haaaaaa Loudly exploring, Oscar preemptively attacked. He wanted to end the fight early so he could show his bravery.

The broadsword in his hand slashed at Mordred with twelve points of force. Oscar, a battle maniac, treats the fight, no matter how strong or weak the opponent is, he will not keep his hand. The shot must be faced with an all-out mentality.

"It's over."

"It's really boring, and as soon as you come up, you will use all your strength. I thought it would be a bit of a sight! ”

"Well, it's a pity for this young knight of the Round Table."

"Who made him so 'lucky' to meet Oscar?"

Thinking that the victory was about to be decided, the members of the Knights of Fiona began to discuss.

“duang！”

A crisp sound of swords clashing resounded in the hall, startling everyone to turn their heads suddenly.

Oscar's relentless offensive was blocked by Mordred. The advancing Oscar was stopped by Mordred and could not move.

"Humph!" Mordred snorted coldly, her eyes flashing under the strange horn mask. The saber in his hand and Oscar's knife pressed together, and suddenly emitted a fierce crimson electric light.

The hideous mad lion opened its fangs.