On the path through the woods, heavily armed knights were driving their horses forward.

"Cut, are you letting me go out and practice?" Mordred spat unhappily, then touched the horned helmet covering his head and complained, "It's so inconvenient to wear this kind of thing." I don't eat or sleep, my life! In other words, no matter how you look at this picture, it looks like a ghost, how to meet my king! ”

As he spoke, a group of robbers sprang out of the jungle. The guy with a black scarf on his head and what appeared to be the leader stepped forward. "Passing knights." The bandit leader raised the knife in his hand. "Leave your belongings behind, and we will guarantee that your life will not be violated.

"What if I don't give it!?" Mordred drew the iron sword at her waist.

"Don't give it?" The bandit leader looked at him, "Hmph, I can't help you." Don't blame us for not reminding you if you lost your life. With that, the robbers gathered around Mordred.

Not only was Mordred not frightened, but jumped off his horse and rushed to the crowded place with his sword and slashed at it. There are no swordsmanship, and it is even said that there is no swordsmanship. Mordred is like a beast fighting, completely on her instincts.

"Vulnerable. This feeling is really..."The first time he killed someone, Mordred not only did not feel disgusted, but even had a faint sense of smoothness in his heart. "After spending so much time in the forest, I feel like I've become a beast." The cost of the skill honed in fighting wild beasts is also obvious. Mordred moved closer and closer in the direction of simplicity of mind and well-developed limbs.

"This man is the devil!" When Mordred beheaded the bandit leader, the rest of the bandits fled screaming.

Mordred thrust the sword in her hand into the ground and clapped her hands. "Those who rob should be prepared to be robbed, this is common sense." With that, he walked straight and groped for more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

After the search was completed, Mordred threw away the money bag he had found, and his eyes became more and more contemptuous, "A bunch of poor ghosts, no wonder they are not good." Picking up his sword and getting on his horse, Mordred was on his journey again.

After a few more miles, it was getting dark. Looking at the dry and twisted jungle in front of her, Mordred's vision became unkind. "The Cursed Forest? Crossing Salisbury Plain further on, you will reach the royal city, and you will have to speed up. "With a whip of the horse, he rushed into the jungle.

As soon as he entered the jungle, Mordred noticed that something was wrong. The rustle of rubbing leaves echoed all around. After a while, several skeletons with weapons pounced on Mordred with a strange "quack" sound.

"Damn it!" Mordred jumped off her horse. The horses that remained were torn to shreds by the skeletons. "Are you in such a hurry to find death?" Mordred, who had lost his horse, roared angrily. But the skeletons in front of him gathered more and more, faintly forming a situation of encirclement. Mordred had no choice but to break out of the siege.

The iron sword fell, and the skeleton in front of him shattered into a heap, and after a while, it regrouped and continued to fight. "Can't you kill it! Foul ah, hey! "Mordred has a few colors on her body. Fortunately, it is already the edge of the forest, as long as you rush out, you will...

The skeletons did not seem to be confined to the forest and continued to chase them out. So, a group of knights with skeletons and horn masks chased after them across the vast plains.

"It's going to be overtaken. I still... This is! Just as Mordred was about to despair, a circular stone formation of boulders erected on the plain came into view. It is the most famous prehistoric architectural monument in later England, "Stonehenge".

"With its topography, it should be able to maneuver for a while." Thinking so, Mordred led the skeletons into Stonehenge. As everyone knows, this is the real siege and death. Over time, Mordred was already seriously injured and had only managed to survive until now in one breath. The sword in his hand was only half left. In a trance, a solemn and loving female voice suddenly sounded in Mordred's ears: "Child, what are you after?" ”

"Me." Another skeleton was chopped down, and Mordred was stunned, "What I long for is glory!" ”

"To you, child." The voice rang out again.

Coming back to his senses, Mordred spotted the red-and-white sword at his feet, with ancient patterns and mysterious words carved into it, and the blade was surrounded by a sizzling crimson electric light. Mordred held it in his hand, and the magic power overflowed from his body, forming arcs of electricity.

"Red Thunder!" Mordred shouted, and suddenly, lightning and thunder thundered on the plain, and the red light burst out. After the battle, the skeleton was shattered to pieces, and the skeleton hacked to death by the great sword lost the ability to reassemble.

He swept the sword in his hand, "It's really a good idea, it's already at the level of a treasure, so I'll call you 'Roaring Thunder Lion'." Mordred reluctantly put it away. Then you will be qualified to go to my king. ”