"I disagree!"

A middle-aged man with more than a hundred heavily armed soldiers came over, looking at his clothes and this pomp, I think it should be a certain great nobleman in Great Britain.

You must know that Great Britain is still very weak at this time, and the total strength of the whole country is probably less than 10,000, and it is still when the private soldiers of various nobles' families are counted. Due to the different financial resources and power of the nobles, the private soldiers under their command are naturally uneven, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the British army at this time is described by the four words "rabble".

However, in a group of short people, there are always a few relatively tall ones, such as the middle-aged nobleman in front of him.

Due to the backwardness of excavation and smelting technology, it is not easy to get together a complete set of metal equipment in this era. Some nobles who are not very wealthy even have only one set of equipment at home that can barely be handled, and they are passed from father to son, son to grandson, and they have been worn from generation to generation, and they don't know how many times they have been repaired, and their combat ability is really worrying.

And although the hundred private soldiers of this middle-aged nobleman are not as luxurious as a set of metal equipment, at least they have a fine iron long sword, and the quality of the leather armor on their bodies is also of high quality, and from their mental outlook, they must have no less training in normal times, and in the current environment, they can barely be regarded as an elite soldier.

At the last moment of the king's election, such a fuss, the purpose of this middle-aged nobleman is self-evident.

The middle-aged nobleman's power in Great Britain was obviously not small, and as soon as he arrived, the people who were still surrounding the stone platform immediately made way for him to pass.

In this regard, the middle-aged nobleman's face couldn't help but flash a trace of self-satisfaction, this is what he wanted.

Without any hindrance, the middle-aged nobleman walked straight up to Artoria, and without his order, the private soldiers who came with him drew their weapons one after another, and surrounded Artoria and Merlin.

"Little girl, it's not appropriate for you to hold that sword, so leave it to me."

The eyes of the middle-aged nobleman were full of greed and longing, although he was now under one man and above ten thousand in Great Britain, and because of the death of King Uther, the only "man" who pressed on his head was gone, except that he did not officially ascend the throne, he was almost the uncrowned king of Great Britain, and the power was called a monstrous.

But he was still not satisfied, he wanted to go further, and this sword drawing and king election conference was his best opportunity.

During the day, the middle-aged nobleman also came to draw his sword, and not only him, but he also called all the male members of the family, but in the end they all failed. But the middle-aged nobleman did not give up, he ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on him, and once someone pulled out the sword in the stone, he went to inform him, and then he brought his troops to come and forcibly seize the sword in the stone. As soon as the sword is in hand, coupled with the power of their family, within two days, the whole of Great Britain will be his!

"It's you."

Artoria looked at the middle-aged nobleman indifferently, in the original history, it was also this person, at the beginning of her succession to the throne, the happiest toss, and even almost set off a civil war. In the end, if Merlin hadn't made a move, causing the middle-aged nobleman and his immediate family to evaporate from the world, I'm afraid Great Britain would have been destroyed long ago.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time, he would be so impatient and jump out so early, is this the "butterfly effect" caused by changing the original history?

At the same time, on the other side, Zhou Xiaoning's face turned cold, before he was full of confidence that Artoria was already firmly on the throne, and now this guy is giving him such a play, isn't this a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo?

"If Leah is not suitable for the Sword in the Stone, is it suitable for you?"

What Zhou Xiaoning hates the most is that someone slaps him in the face, especially when the other party is still a scumbag, which makes him even more unhappy. So Zhou Xiaoning simply killed the middle-aged nobleman directly, he wanted to see how many people dared to give him face like this.

"Where did you come from, a pariah, it's none of your business here, get out of here!"

The middle-aged nobleman looked at Zhou Xiaoning with disgust, in his opinion, he was the one who was about to become the king, so he didn't have time to talk to the untouchables.

However, what made the middle-aged nobleman angry was that Zhou Xiaoning didn't take his words seriously, and still stood there motionless, which made him very unhappy.

A sharp-eyed soldier on the side found that his master was unhappy, and he was happy in his heart, thinking that the opportunity to perform had come, and immediately stepped forward, wanting to push Zhou Xiaoning away and "share worries" for his master.

However, what happened next surprised the soldier, if it was excusable that he couldn't push it with a gentle push at the beginning, then he even used the strength to eat milk next, but he still couldn't push Zhou Xiaoning at all, which is not normal.

"Useless things, you, you, together!"

The middle-aged nobleman's dissatisfaction had risen to the extreme, and he ordered two soldiers who knew they were strong at a glance, and wanted them to carry Zhou Xiaoning away directly.

But as before, Zhou Xiaoning did not move.

At this time, the middle-aged nobleman also realized that the person in front of him was probably a master.

"Your Excellency has good skills, how about being the captain of my personal guard, I will guarantee you glory and wealth, and enjoy your life!"

The middle-aged aristocrat saw that coercion could not work, so he directly changed the temptation, he believed that there was no one in this world who was not unmoved by wealth and power, and he could just give these two points.

"Is this your last word, since you are finished, then give me death."

Zhou Xiaoning looked at the middle-aged nobleman with eyes like looking at a clown, and at the same time released a trace of killing intent, although it was not strong, but for a middle-aged nobleman who did not have first-order strength, it was already quite terrifying.

"You, what do you want to do, I'm ......"

"Scumbag, you don't deserve to let me know your name."

Zhou Xiaoning directly interrupted the middle-aged nobleman's words, this is his own death, dare to provoke him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he must pay the price.

Zhou Xiaoning was too lazy to talk nonsense with the middle-aged nobleman, and his divine sense was released, penetrating his body and directly crushing his heart.

The middle-aged nobleman probably didn't even dream that he would die here, and when he took his last breath, his face was still full of surprise.

Seeing the middle-aged nobleman fall straight down, although he didn't know what was happening, the soldier closest to him hurriedly took a step forward and held him up. But no matter how the soldier called, the middle-aged nobleman didn't react at all.

Suddenly, a bad premonition came to mind. The soldier trembled and stretched out his hand and placed it under the nose of the middle-aged nobleman......