He wasn't King Arthur, and the spear in his hand wasn't the legendary sword in stone, he just wanted to pull out the dusty weapon so that the woman who had been hiding in his heart for a thousand years could be revived. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a pity that fate played a big joke.

Turce wanted to yell, his handsome face had never been so ugly as it was now,

After a moment, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and whispered,

"Perhaps, something else has to be done."

Immediately, he spread his wings and left the corpse for a moment, searching the surroundings in hopes of finding something strange or magical runes.

Like Gallywell, Tours was a veteran magician, having spent two hundred years studying magic without achieving anything new, but he was able to memorize more than 300 basic magical syllables three times in a minute, something that even the senior instructors of the Wizarding Academy could not do.

He circled around the peaks, and even ventured into the alarming dark depths below, but found nothing, the peaks were bare, with no grass or bugs...... There are no runes or magic circles with magical breath attached.

“fuck！”

The Western-style national scolding was full of reluctance and anger, and Tours' expression was gloomy as water, with the urge to kill, and he finally understood why there were no guards here, and with such a hard, heavy spear, who could save the man nailed under the spear.

Just as he was gritting his teeth and the anger in his heart reached its peak, a familiar breath suddenly came from the cliff behind him.

Turce turned, and six young white men appeared on the cliff in the far end of his gaze, wearing only a pair of figil shorts.

The six looked a little embarrassed, their hair was disheveled, their bodies were covered in dust, and in some places there were blood stains.

"It's them!"

Turce was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect that these usually useless young masters could actually find here, he scolded loudly and asked the six people to come over.

As a direct descendant of Tours, Willy Fei was naturally in front of the six people, bowed slightly, and said,

"Your Excellency!"

"Hmm!"

Turce replied casually, his gaze swept over the six of them one by one, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the dark green of their fingertips and abdomen,

"You've been in contact with those monsters."

"Yes."

Willy nodded, and briefly recounted what had happened before,

"Galle found a hole in the ground, so he flew to the sky and waited and sent a message, the eight of us converged, waited for twenty minutes, and did not see the adults come up, so they took it upon themselves to enter the cave to investigate, and as a result, they encountered four monsters in the depths of the cave, they... They..."

At this point, his tone suddenly became hesitant, he didn't seem to know what word to use to describe that kind of predator, and after thinking for a long time, he only thought "indescribable!" "This strange word,

"We fought and won, but Galle and Dennis were unlucky enough to get hit in the chest with venom and didn't make it."

Tours sighed slightly, he knew that the Willy of that venom, even if he himself was stained, he might not be able to survive unscathed, and after a moment of silence, he pointed to the dry corpse behind him and said,

"This is Mistress Finica, she's still alive, as rumored to be, pinned to the cliff by a strange spear, all you have to do now is find a way to pull it out."

After a pause, he added without much hope, "The sooner the better!" ”

The six of them looked at each other with strange expressions, and someone asked uncertainly,

"My lord, is this the spear?"

Turce nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I'll come first!"

Willie volunteered, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes were full of disdain, he was a vampire, a powerful warrior who could kick the millstone as a ball, what was the difficulty of pulling out a spear,

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh, he held the spear with both hands, and used his strength to feed, and the black tendons in his hands came out, but the spear did not move at all.

Seeing this, Turce couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes, waved his hand, and let the next person get on.

Then, just as the King's Trial had once been held in the Cathedral of Sophie, the young men around him stepped forward one by one, grasped the spear that had sunk into the mountain with glory and faith, and after some effort, turned away in loneliness.

By the time the last one also failed, somehow the atmosphere was a little depressing.

The seven were silent, their expressions faintly ashamed.

"Or, let's try together!"

A vampire whispered a proposal, and after speaking, seeing that no one paid attention to him, he silently carried out the death penalty for this idea.

"My lord, are there any magic runes or anything like that around here?"

"I've checked around before you came, and there's nothing."

Turce whispered, his brows furrowed, searching his mind for the legendary weapon related to the spear, but unfortunately he couldn't think of any other poleweapon other than the spear of Longinus.

Of course, this spear and that gun certainly have nothing to do with it.

"I have an idea."

At this time, the youngest vampire among the six spoke, and said with a cramped face under the gaze of everyone,

"We can't pull out the spear, but we can move what's under the spear."

He gestured with his open hand, "Mistress Finika has a spear piercing her chest, and we can use the spear body as a fulcrum to pull her out......"

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, feeling that the thought was simply stupid to the extreme, how could the spear be so powerful, and how could it leave such an obvious loophole.

Turce gave him a faint look, but said nothing, the unintentional contempt in his eyes that made the young vampire bow his head in shame.

Today's young people always like to find shortcuts, but there are no shortcuts to success.

"I thought I could give it a try."

Mighty said and shrugged, "Of course, if you have any other way, I'll just say nothing." ”

"But will this cause a second wound to Lord Finica, after all, adults have been nailed for hundreds of years, and the flesh and blood on their chests may have grown to the same size as the spear."

A vampire said, after speaking, everyone was speechless again, and they all turned their eyes to Tours, he is the boss, only he can decide whether to try or not.

Time passed quickly in a strange atmosphere, and after a long time, Tours, whose eyeballs began to become bloodshot, raised his head and hissed,

"Willy, keep an eye on the movement around you, and follow the rest."

After speaking, he spread his wings and returned to the dried corpse,

The pale golden snake pupils stayed on the ugly and thin face, and couldn't move away for a long time, and in a trance, I saw that flawless face again,

"My lord! It's time to get started. ”

The vampire behind him whispered,

Turce nodded, and ordered one vampire to observe the movement of the dried corpse, while he and the other vampire held the corpse's body and began to pull outward.

Click!

A strange voice came, and the dried corpse seemed to move.

Tours' eyes lit up, and it really worked.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, and signaled to the vampire opposite, from weak to strong, slowly increasing his strength,

Click! Click! Click! The sound sounded one after another, and finally, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the dry corpse moved forward a little along the shaft of the spear, as if the earthlings who saw Avorstrong set foot on the moon, and the joy of conquest involuntarily emerged from his heart.

And at this moment, Willy, who was guarding in the distance, suddenly flew over and said quickly,

"My lord, there's movement in the passage, it's probably those monsters."