"But once again, they miscalculated."

As Misri said this, he gave Green a deep look. His eyes were full of gratitude, and there was something indescribable in them.

Green was a little puzzled, but after listening to his next account, he finally understood the reason.

Just as the High Bloodline had heard, Misri joined the hunting team on this day, going deep into the mountains to hunt wild animals accompanied by a few guards. Because of the advantage gained in the battle against the High Bloodline for a long time, and being in the core of the army camp, Misri was a little negligent about his safety, so he never expected that what was waiting for him was not a fat pheasant and boar, but a group of murderous gold and silver creatures.

Green was a little surprised by this, and asked casually, but unexpectedly brought out Misri's sincere words. He personally admitted that if there were top-level high-level bloodlines in the assassination team, such as black dragons, golden dragons, titans, superior angels, etc., then he would probably be dead now. However, fortunately, these top high-level bloodlines were either difficult to send, or disdained to use assassination methods to deal with the "mere bronze", so he finally fought his way out of the encirclement and escaped. However, it was a little unfortunate in comparison, he panicked when he escaped, and as a result, he rushed into an unexplored area in the mountains, and although he escaped the pursuit of the assassination team, he also lost his way, and walked in the mountains for two days in a row, but could not find a way out. And because of the powerful monsters entrenched in the mountains, most of the beasts did not dare to survive nearby, he could not even hunt a wild thing to satisfy his hunger, and finally after starving for three days, he strayed into the territory of the great griffon, and only then did Green hear the battle with Opin Kunis.

After that, there is no need for Misri to go into details. Naturally, Green knows this.

"I see, I see that your steps are not buoyant, and I thought it was because of your injury." It dawned on the young duke that it was no wonder that Misri and the Great Griffon were having such a hard time maneuvering. However, Green was also surprised in retrospect, and finally fought a fierce battle with the high-level bloodline that assassinated him, and finally fought his way out of the encirclement. After being hungry for two or three days, he was able to slash the wings of the great griffin beast Opin Kunis without a body, and he was worthy of being the first ancestor of the future Chaos Lord and the son of the uniform.

The two of them sat side by side and rested for a while, Green recovered his body, the wound on Misri's body gradually stopped bleeding, and seeing that the sun was shining in the western mountains, the two of them stood up one after another, ready to dispose of the corpse of the great griffon.

"It's a pity to abandon it, although it's a Warcraft. The Great Griffon is still edible...... Misri, looking at the gigriffon's corpse, said hesitantly. Although the great griffin was dead, Oping Kunis still had the power to rest, and the two of them had rested for so long, and there were no unsightly hyenas and vultures to compete for meat.

Green raised an eyebrow, knowing that Misri was hungry and noncommittal. Some of the low-level magical beasts are edible, but high-level magical beasts like the Great Griffonmon. The toxicity in the meat is difficult to detect, and no one knows what the consequences will be if you eat it.

Future Chaos Lords. At this point, we are faced with a difficult choice.

"To eat or not to eat, that's the question."

Green looked at Misri with a confused expression and whispered a joke to himself in the back.

Probably hearing the young duke's words, Mithri finally made up his mind to fill his stomach first. First, he tries to retrieve his weapon, but the steel sword is dented by the griffon. Now he was missing, except for the silver sword still stuck in the back of the griffon's neck. Misri walked around the Great Griffon, pulled out his silver sword, and suddenly saw the broken sword of the king on the chest of Opin Kunis, and pulled it off casually. Through the wings of the great griffin, he handed it to Grimm: "It's a good sword." ”

Green didn't think much about it, and took it and chimed in, "It's a pity it's broken." Then, as he retracted his sword, there was a momentary pause in his movements.

Sure enough, yes!

He thought of the sword drawn by Misri just now. In the past, Riglin once stuck the broken sword in the wooden floor, but the wild Beard said that he could not pull it out even if he died, which is enough to prove that the sword of the king does not need a strong base, that is, the broken sword inserted into the body of the great griffin can play the function of choosing the king, and Misri easily pulled it out, which has proved his power.

The person recognized by the sword of the king's choice is a natural king.

Ignoring Green's thoughts, Misri picked and chose between the great griffon, and finally found a part that he thought was more tender. Pulling out the dagger from his boot, Misri carefully cut off the pieces of meat, and then found some dry branches and leaves nearby, and built a bonfire in twos and threes, and did not see him chanting any incantations, and a few movements of his hand changed, and a puff of flame suddenly erupted from his palm, igniting the dry wood on the ground.

Green, who was on the side, noticed his movements, and his eyes were straight.

Mystery! Sure enough, it has something to do with the son of the uniform!

Unaware of Green's surprise and curiosity, Misri crouched down and carefully roasted the pieces of meat with his dagger, and after a few moments, the bright red pieces of meat were brown and browned, apparently on purpose, by overcooking the pieces of meat to dispel his suspicions. But Rao was so, and Misri still did not eat it immediately, he raised his head, and reached out to Grimm with a sincere face:

"Friend Green, do you want some?"

The young duke quickly straightened his face, shook his head and waved his hand again and again to show that he was not hungry. It was the meat of the Great Griffon, and God knows if it could be eaten, but he was not sensitive.

Mithri didn't insist, staring at the roast meat on the dagger for a long time, and finally reached to his mouth, opened his mouth and bit down on the next piece.

Gollum –

After only two chews, Misri swallowed the meat in one gulp. Green squatted beside the fire with him, hugged his knees and watched curiously as he struggled to swallow, and couldn't help but ask, "Taste...... What do you think? After speaking, he couldn't help but ask bluntly, "Is it delicious?" ”

It took a long time for Misri to turn his head, and it was the first time since Green met him that he had shown such a depressed expression, "...... It's fishy. ”

The young duke glanced at the remaining piece of meat in his hand, and couldn't hold back a smile, and patted him lightly on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Just as Misri stared at the rest of the roast with a sad face, there was a rustling sound not far away. Grimm staggered to his feet and pressed his hand to his saber at his waist. But he saw that Misri's body was not moving, his left leg remained in a squatting position, but his right leg leaned forward, put down the dagger in his hand, and turned to touch the silver sword behind his back, and the other hand pinched the magic seal in the shortest time.

Both men were ready for battle at the first time. One high and one low, one bright and one dark, the coordination is seamless.

The sound in the woodland is instantly reduced to a minimum.

Te Ou - Te Ou -

The sound in the woods ceased, followed by a high-pitched, short, cry like that of a gull. Misri, who was crouching for battle, lit up his eyes, opened his mouth, whispered back with a "coo", and then stood up. Smiled and put away the silver sword, "Good news, it's my companion." ”

Green looked at him in surprise, and when he turned around, he saw a figure in the bushes walking out quickly, and by the light of the fire, it turned out to be a beautiful woman in a power suit and a wheat complexion. However, she is obviously in a bad mood at the moment, not only with a cold face. Even at the moment when he saw Green, he directly raised his hand and bent the bow and arrows. Had it not been for Misri's lunge to stop Grimm, the young duke would have wondered if the woman would have shot herself on the spot.

"Atalanta!"

Seeing Misri's movements, and hearing his shouts, the woman with the bow loosened the bowstring. There was a moment of confusion in her eyes, but she was immediately enveloped in anger again, and exclaimed, "You're so good!" ”。 Grab the bow and arrow in one hand and turn around and leave. Green couldn't figure out what to look at in the back, but when he heard Misri's helpless sigh, he immediately guessed that the relationship between the two was not ordinary.

"This is your companion?" Green asked in a low voice, trying not to let the woman hear. "...... you two?"

Misri turned back to Green and smiled bitterly, "This is Atalanta, I'm sorry to frighten you, she's probably angry that I didn't bring enough guards to put you in danger, as for just now, maybe I mistook you for an enemy." ”

Ouch~~

A fire of gossip ignited in Green's heart, and he winked at Mithri.

As he spoke, a man walked out of the bushes again, this one was much taller than Atalanta, dressed in a hideous black suit and heavy armor, but he did not look bulky at all, he walked in front of Mithri in a few steps, took off his helmet to reveal his male face, and his face was delighted, "My king! ”

Misri was also surprised, and reached out to shake the man tightly, "Lancelot! ”

Green watched the future Chaos Lord reunite with his subordinates, originally just in the mood of watching the excitement - at most with some relief. However, when he heard the name of the man in Misri's mouth, the memories of the primeval history immediately circulated in his mind, at first for the bow and arrow of Atalanta, Green only cared about the relationship between Misri and her, and did not pay attention to the other party's name at all, until Lancelot appeared, he suddenly realized after recalling that the two characters before and after had a great background.

Knights on the Lake? Lancelot, and the Closing Bow? Atalanta, these two, are one of the seven leaders of the Chaos Legion!

"Encounter the future Chaos Lord in a row, and the two future Chaos War Leaders? Good...... It's exciting! ”

The young duke's heart was surging, it felt like his favorite star suddenly appeared in front of his eyes - and it appeared in a bunch!

"My king, you are safe and sound, and my heart is very peaceful." Lancelot took a step back and bowed deeply to Misri, "Our guards are not good, please punish our king!" ”

Hey? This line is so familiar, your old man and Acesis are the same family?

Green silently spat on the side.

Misri glanced at Atalanta, who was not far away, shook her head bitterly, and reached out to help Lancelot up, "I am deeply grateful for your loyalty, but I am ashamed of your concern. He deliberately amplified the volume, apparently so that the dark-skinned woman over there could hear it, and sure enough, Atalanta's body trembled slightly, looking a little shaken.

Lancelot looked back and saw Atalanta's appearance, and turned around with a clear look in his eyes. He looked at Green, and then asked, "My king is too humble, dare to ask who this is?" ”

Misri and the Lake Knight glanced at each other, and the two of them had a tacit understanding, and instantly understood what their companion meant, "This is Greenfield, and I am relieved by him to get rid of this monster's hunt." He gestured to the corpse of the great griffon, but his gaze fell on Atalanta's back. Hearing Misri say this, Lancelot only showed a surprised expression, but Atalanta over there couldn't hold back any longer. Turning suddenly, the anger on his face replaced by a thick sense of worry, Misri quickly turned around, winked at Green and said hello, and then hurried over to Atalanta, whispering something. In a few words, he actually took Atalanta in his arms.

Green was dumbfounded.

This, this is called a master!

"Mr. Greenfield, thank you for saving my king's life, I am Lancelot, my king's subordinate swordsman." Lancelot watched as Misri and Atalanta talked, then turned his head with a smile and thanked the somewhat sluggish Green. Green snorted a few times before his thoughts were finally pulled back to reality, and he got rid of his surprise at the changes in Misri. In response to Lancelot's thanks, "Ah...... That, that's nothing, huh...... Sorry sorry, a little distracted, I was a little disbelievable, uh, a little shocked. ”

"You have not only saved the face of our negligent subordinates. It has saved the future of the entire army and even the world, and we are grateful from the bottom of our hearts. Lancelot bent down very sincerely to express his gratitude again. It wasn't until Green had to accept it that he straightened up and looked back at Misri and Atalanta, "As for your confusion and surprise, probably only my king can explain it to you, as a subordinate. It is not subservient to criticize the king. ”

Although Lancelot said this, the pitch-black sword general obviously knew the relationship between the two, and seemed to be happy, Green was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand anything else. But he was sure of another thing: for a moment, Green was worried that this Lancelot would NTT the Chaos Lord in the future, but now it seems that Lancelot, the leader of the chaos war who followed the miracle, obviously used a different character than the historical Lancelot he knew.

This is clearly a single-minded retainer who is willing to be a loyal dog!

The two of them were talking, and Misri had already walked back with a low-browed Atalante, and he didn't know what "tricks" he had used. Green was taken aback at the meek appearance of the dark-skinned beauty, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Misri, who snickered and squeezed his eyes, but was disrespectful to Green's admiration.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Greenfield, but I was just abrupt." Atalanta didn't see the slightest movement between the two, as she was bending down ninety degrees to apologize to Green, "Also, thank you so much for taking care of Misri, and I will never forget your kindness to him. ”

Green hurriedly helped her up, opened her mouth and said a few more polite words, but he couldn't help but think in his heart, if it was a little fox, what would it be like in the face of this situation?

Well, it must be even better than Atalanta's xiàn.

After the four men had spoken a few words, Lancelot set up a group and they returned to the camp, it was getting late and it was very unsafe in the mountains. Misri certainly had no problem with that, he was still hungry and couldn't have been happier to be able to go back and have a full meal – the key to not having to eat griffon meat.

"By the way, how did you find out where I am?" Before leaving, perhaps out of curiosity, Misri asked.

At the mention of this, Atalanta's face straightened, "A visitor came to our camp at noon to meet with you, and when he heard that you were out on the hunt, the guest immediately said that you were in danger in Misri, and he sent his heir to accompany us, relying on magic to find your traces along the way. Thanks to the guest's foreknowledge and his son's help, we were able to find you. ”

"Magic?" Misri had a surprised look on his face, "Where is the guest's heir now?" ”

Lancelot saw that Mithri was anxious, and hurriedly replied, "He insisted on staying outside to be on guard, and it was not far from here." ”

Misri was in a hurry, "How can you get the guests to help and be on guard?" It's rude. With that, he hurried in the direction of the bushes where Atalanta and Lancelot had entered. Lancelot smiled apologetically at Grimm, and the young duke was not upset, and Atalanta urged, and the three of them immediately followed.

At this time, the sun was already dim, and when he walked into the trees, Green only faintly saw two figures in front of him, one of them was naturally Mithri, and the other was standing in front of him with a magic staff, thinking that it was the "visitor's heir" who led the way to find Mithri. Green was walking over to see if this one was another famous figure in history, but suddenly he heard a familiar sound waft into his ears in the voice of the two of them.

Greenfield, the lord of the City of Origin, the great hero of the Kingdom of Rodland, instantly stiffened to death.

"Ah, are you Mr. Gilgamesh, the leader of the rebels? It's a great honor to meet you, and your subordinates are loyal...... Oh, by the way, please don't mind, although my father and I are both of golden blood, we both deeply agree with your righteous deeds......"

"Huh? You asked my father and my name, ahaha, sorry, sorry, I seem to be too excited again, and I forgot to report myself to my home in a moment of excitement. ”

"My father's dedication to magic is not well known, and I think he would prefer to introduce himself to you in person. As for me, I am the youngest son of my father, and I am known for my black magic. ”

"You can call me a-"

"Albert." (To be continued......)