On this day, the Royal City of Camelot is particularly lively. The streets were filled with people watching the excitement. The Knights of the Round Table election begins today, and the winner will be eligible to join the Knights of the Round Table. Even if it's just the last seat at the round table, it's an honor that many people can't hope for.

In the tall stands, the king with a golden crown is standing there. "My king." The heroic purple-haired knight bowed solemnly and said, "Why are you so excited to hold the selection of the Knights of the Round Table today?" ”

Nodding slowly, the knight was motionless, and the king said expressionlessly, "Really?" Do you also think this is a meaningless act? ”

"Don't dare, it must be reasonable for the king to do this, but we can't figure it out." The purple-haired knight bowed.

The king looked in the direction of the city gate and said, "Witness, then, the birth of a new Knight of the Round Table." ”

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"Whew, whew." The heavily armored knight was holding on to the rampart, gasping fiercely.

In fact, Mordred set off very early. However, because I was delayed due to curiosity when I first went out, and the thrill of that night delayed the time. However, she still arrived at the royal city in time. After all, the Knights of the Round Table campaign is not to be missed.

Mordred reached out and grabbed an old man and asked, "Old man! When will the campaign start? ”

Due to the mask on his head and the vicious tone, the old man was taken aback. "Big... Probably... It's down... Afternoon bar. With that, the old man fainted "gloriously."

"Really, so cowardly." After settling the old man, Mordred had to walk towards the selection venue.

"Bullying the elderly is not the proper behavior of a knight."

"Who is it?" Mordred was startled and unconsciously drew his sword.

"It's really sensitive, then I'll come out." A young knight stepped out of the shadows in the corner, stretched out his hand and smiled softly, "First time we met, my name is Galahad." ”

[Galahad, the guy who found the Holy Grail] Mordred doesn't bird him "cut." ”

"Because of your weird attire, I followed. Listening to what you said before, are you also a knight who came to participate in the trials? Galahad didn't seem to care about her unfriendliness, but still smiled innocently: "Why don't you let me take you there, I know the way." ”

"Who wants you to help me," he said, but Mordred followed. After passing through a few alleys, two knights were fighting in the wide field in the blink of an eye. After a few turns, the battle ended when a knight's sword was knocked out.

"It's really wonderful, you say yes....! Mordred, what about people! Galahad suddenly noticed that his companion was missing.

The knights on the stage were cheering for their victory, when they suddenly noticed a red light coming towards them. "Challenger, report your name. I don't fight with nobodies. His previous victory had made him proud.

"I'll talk about it when you win!" Mordred drew his sword against him.

"Damn, don't look down on people, you little-known trash." The knight's gaze turned fierce, and the sword in his hand was about to stab. There was a flash of lightning, and Mordred had already put his sword across his neck.

"Extremely arrogant, the kung fu on the lips does not match the hands on the hands. If I hear the word 'garbage' again, I won't be able to control the sword in my hand. In other words, the knight was so frightened that he abandoned his sword and fled. Am I that scary? This damn helmet, I was suspected by Galahad before, it's really #y%i" patted the helmet angrily, but hit himself with a headache, Mordred said angrily: "Who else! Come on! ”