Fleeing, desperately fleeing, like a lost dog - no, it should be said, worse than a lost dog. Whenever he wanted to rest, sleep, or eat - only a slight pause, followed by a large number of hounds barking wildly, as if the pursuers were close at hand.

I had to flee.

"Such a shame, I will always remember. ”

After that, Artoria desperately bit her thin lip and staggered, but fled extremely quickly.

"So, let me tell you, the so-called game of hunting, especially when hunting big felines like tigers, lions, and so on, should be patient, patient, and patient...... A little bit to wear off the other party's physical strength and energy. When the opponent's combat effectiveness is gone, you can close the net. Egil said to the system elf in his heart.

"Isn't that interesting?"

"So, when the nobles are idle, they will take their hounds and go hunting in the jungle......" Egil said as he took out a small piece of jerky from his pocket, crushed it little by little, and sprinkled it on the ground, watching the hounds in front of him scramble desperately: "But what kind of prey is comparable to the lord of a country? Hunt a queen, a queen." It's exciting to think about. ”

"No, I think that would be a pervert to be excited. The system elf said so.

......

Rewind the clock fifteen days ago. After waiting for half a month, Egil did not wait for Artoria's reply. Instead, he waited for some bad news - after trying so hard to control the whole of southern England, the Black Duke seemed to be bursting with confidence. There was no response to Egil's tentative suggestion of wanting to exchange the two possessions of Aquitaine and Normandy - no, it would not be correct to say that there was no response.

The Black Duke's soldiers are on the banks of the River Trent, across the river to Nottingham, and are currently continuing to carry their baggage and ferry.

...... Your sister's unruly bastard.

Egir cursed, and then contacted Robert II of Scotland.

...... The same did not respond.

Damn it...... This [***] pair of bastards. Egil thought in pieces. Knowing that he has been abandoned by two other allies.

"Originally, I was the only one who abandoned the others...... Anyway, the feeling of being abandoned by others is really uncomfortable, hehehe, he......"

So, although there was no official announcement, Egir knew that the two countries of England and Scotland in the south were basically allied and did not run. And the object of the eight achievements is him.

So, Egil also needs to find a new ally. Say, for example, the Celtics.

However, such an offer was met with strong opposition from his dwarven allies at the outset.

"Absolutely not! Absolutely not! How can we, in alliance with the Celts?!" said Wald.

"So what do you want? Do you want to kill them all? Do you want to kill that lonely sixteen-year-old girl? I never thought that my dwarven brother could be such a cold-blooded evil spirit--where is your sense of justice??Did you get eaten by a dog?!"

Wald really didn't know when he was going to besiege Egilbert. It's even more strange - how can the little girl who cuts off people's heads on the battlefield be as easy as cutting watermelons - and it seems that it is you Egil who has struck her so lonely, right?

However, Wald was only a dwarf, so even if he felt something was wrong in his heart. But I just can't say it. However, Wald still has his own bottom line. And the elders of the dwarves that Egil said do not pull or pull or something. I feel that it is a bit unfair to just be disciplined. So he took the other dwarven elders, who had survived, and brought them together and trained them together.

As a result, a group of old dwarves in their seventies and eighties were all red-faced and red-eared like the three grandsons of Egil. But he still refused to let go. Egil was helpless later, so he had to be a little flexible.

"Guys, think about it: though we and the Celts are fighting each other -- each has its own winners and losers. It's not just us who died, but the Celts died a lot. So why are you so serious?

"This is our natural way. Wald said: "On the battlefield, there are winners and losers, all by their own means, there are winners and losers, life and death are determined." We have all this to admit - but we have received the news that our former dwarven king was captured alive after being defeated. He was killed in a brutal way. Also following the death of the first king are hundreds of warriors of my dwarven tribe. This is something that we cannot accept in any way - our heroics can only be that after being defeated and captured, we are treated so cruelly by the other side - so ......"

"That elf did it, right?" said Egil.

"Well, that's true - but they're mercenaries hired by the Celts, so they can be counted on the heads of the Celts. ”

“...... So, just kill the spirit of the sword. Then let the Celts declare that they will be able to draw a line with the elves from now on, right?" said Egil, a little speechless.

"Well, if that's the case......" Wald and the other dwarven elders thought - eh? After that, he reluctantly admitted it.

After that, Egil quickly issued two orders: first, a large reward (1,000 gold coins) for the Celtic elven mercenary leader Cadis. The second way, personally lead the team and hunt the queen.

"So, the so-called falling in love and chasing girls, that's pretty much what it means, right?" said Egil with emotion: "It is said that it is a very painful and distressing feeling, but it is also a sweet feeling. But I just feel sweet, and there is no pain at all. ”

After that, the mercenary leader Egir didn't care about him. Her Royal Highness, on the other hand, is getting weaker and weaker under his careful efforts.

Now, this kind of chase game has been going on for half a month - after defeating the queen's hard-managed troops again and again, although the queen still gritted her teeth and persisted, it was meaningless...... Just holding on.

Today's Artoria seems to be not looking for life, but for death. At this point, the queen realized that Egil was not trying to kill her. Although it is a little disheartening to say so. However, if Egil really wanted to kill her, Egil had deliberately missed several chances in the previous chase game. Every time Artoria felt like she was going to die. Lying limply in the grass, his eyes flickering with angry fire, ready to burst out when the first enemy approached him, and die with him.

However, such a wish may not be realized-in the previous pursuit, Artoria has already lost the black armor with special abilities on her body, which means that if the slightest wind blows, if the enemy senses it, she will probably die like this...... Artoria laughed at herself.

But in the end, the sound of the pursuers gradually faded away.

If it was once or twice, Artoria might have lamented her good fortune. But when there are too many so-called "good lucks......

"That guy, he's kidding me. After making this judgment, Artoria felt a hint of sarcasm and a hint of comicality in addition to being more angry.

"But—absolutely, never let him catch me. Gambling on the queen's last glory, Artoria chewed the grass roots vigorously, sucking on the little nutrients left in the plant, and swore secretly in her heart.

"Soon. "Egil has even had a few encounters with Artoria in the last few chases. Before that, the queen would flee as soon as possible, and she wouldn't even leave a back for Egil.

In other words, her physical strength is almost at the limit. ”

Three days later.

Artoria, who had not eaten or drunk water for more than ten days, described her withered collapse beside a small river, as if trying to struggle and climb to the river to drink some water.

But there is nothing I can do about it, I can't move it at all, I can't even move my fingers.

"That's it, is it over? What an undignified way to die. Artoria was in a daze, as if she had seen a hellish fantasy......

At this moment, Egil happily walked over, squatted, and beckoned: "How many is this, can you still see clearly?"

Perhaps it was because of her extreme weakness that Artoria's IQ plummeted. After trying to make out with her eyes open, she said in a weak voice uncertainly, "...... Two?"

"That's right. Looks like there is still salvation. As he said this, Egil took out the salt and sugar water that he had prepared for a long time from his waist and did not know if it had not expired, poured it into it, broke Artoria's mouth, and fed it little by little. Although Artoria, who was slightly aware of what had happened, bit her tongue slightly. But because the other party's strength is a little too small, I don't feel pain at all. The overall feeling is pretty good.

After that, Artoria seemed to resign herself to her fate. After determining that his life was not in danger for the time being, he fell asleep in a daze—or rather, passed out in a coma. After that, he was picked up by Egil with a princess.

"Yo yes, the chase game is over. Victory. As he spoke, Egil walked toward his knights' guards, holding Artoria's thin, wood-like body......

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