Chapter 157: Wow!

Where did you come from, and Mordred had to go home again. The final fight was soon completed, and Mordred should naturally return to Britain.

The fight took place after King Conmack of Ireland had accepted the title of Supreme King. Unsurprisingly, the Knights of Fiona sent out the Captain Finn.

The result was clear, it was Mordred who won. Nonsense, Mordred is a five-star, and if he can't beat Finn's four-star, he can leave the group.

The blonde man's thumb-biting skills were not much different from Mordred's instincts in combat, and there was no time for him to gnaw his fingers in a real fight. As for the spearman's final weapon, the [Undefeated Purple Grass] is the same as Mordred's Noble Phantasm, and the A-level is slightly inferior to Mordred's in terms of level.

Finn's only tricky point is his treasure [the life that these hands scoop up], which is explained as a "cheating" method to recover from his injuries by holding water in his hand and drinking it. The chosen duel site for the Knights of Fiona was next to a small river.

But Mordred's Noble Phantasm is the effect of releasing a huge crimson thunderbolt. At the end of the fight, the injured Finn tried to recover from his injuries through this. When he put his hand into the water, he regretted it, and Mordred stuck his sword into the water. Mordred's hard-working electric fish skills were not covered, and in a flash of lightning, Finn retired with honor.

Well, the Irish side was originally showing off the strength of the Knights of Fiona to Britain after just winning a battle, but they were slapped in the face by Mordred.

King Arthur sent someone else, but Mordred defeated Finn, the head of the Knights of Fiona, at the end of the round table, and it was a disgrace for the Irish side wherever it went.

But also, the entire Knights of Fiona couldn't find a five-star one, and the head Finn was only four-star. And the Knights of the Round Table are almost all four-star (Bedwell: It's really hard to live with three-star, huh), and five-star is not less. How could the Knights of Fiona outperform the Knights of the Round Table?

It is true that star rating is not a criterion for judging the strength of a hero, but it is indeed a more intuitive way to compare.

After Mordred defeated Finn, he slipped away, not daring to stay longer. The dead had been eyeing her after she had defeated Finn, and Mordred could get goosebumps to think about it.

Mordred was deserted when she left, and there was hardly anyone to see her off. Except that King Conmac sent a few palace guards to send Mordred to the gates of Dublin because of the courtesy. The meaning is very simple, how to come and how to go back.

The guards followed Mordred to the city gate, and the leader arched his hand and said, "We can only be sent here, we are about to return to our lives." ”

With that, he said no more and turned to leave. Leave Mordred here alone.

"Let's go." Mordred grabbed her horse's belly and thought about heading east.

"Hiss!" The horse carried Mordred to the west...... Bah! It is the way back to Britain.

It wasn't easy for the horse to survive to this day, and Mordred remembered a few of his previous mounts. There is no way, Mordred is a knight, and he always has to go into battle to kill the enemy, and the sacrifice of the war horse is inevitable.

"Haha, this time back to Britain, my father will definitely praise me. \(//?//)\Mordred is once again in a strange obscenity.

"Wow!" A sharp pain in her head brought Mordre back to reality.

"Full, full, full, full, full, full.................."

“…… Thou shalt listen to my commands, and my life will be with thy sword........."

“…… I want to accomplish all the good deeds in the world........."

"Thou art the Seven Heavens of the Three Great Spirits, from the Wheel of Restraint and the Guardian of the Libra!"

[No, here we go again!] Mordred hurriedly grabbed the reins and secured herself to the horse.

"No, don't!"

The shouts resounded across the plains of Ireland, but the man who shouted them was nowhere to be seen.

There was only one horse standing alone. Surprised to turn around and find that he could not find his master, the horse lowered his head and ate the grass on the ground.

"Shhh