"Is Baron Pullen here?"

At this moment, Artoria, who had been frowning before, suddenly heard Char coming. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The sorrow between her brows disappeared without a trace in an instant, and a trace of blush unconsciously appeared on her cold and indifferent face.

Char didn't know when I got used to it, and there was always that foul-mouthed, foul-mouthed, big-tempered, arrogant guy like a rooster. But every time he appeared, it was when she was most worried and troubled, and then he took a bold step to solve all her difficulties and troubles like a hero.

Never knowing when it started, Artoria had become more and more accustomed to having him by her side. The feeling of being completely relieved to rely on it made Artoria, who had always had to pretend to be strong and cheer herself up, with a "Ah...... I was finally able to get a good rest. This kind of thinking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's go to meet Baron Pullen!" Artoria, with a smile on her face that seemed to have let go of all her troubles, had already trotted out of the tent. This stunned the knights of the Round Table behind her.

- Unbelievable, the man with the big smile just now was really that King Arthur?!

All people have a feeling that the three views have been refreshed in their hearts.

Only the older generation of Knights of the Round Table, such as Bedwell, who accompanied the army this time, showed an expression that was indeed so. He sighed helplessly and then walked out, thinking in his heart from time to time, "Has the king become more and more dependent on that man recently?, do you want to kill that guy so that the king will not be abducted by him?" This kind of terrible thing~

The twelve knights of the round table also went out, and the nobles were left in the king's tent. At this time, the nobles were also worried about whether to go out with them.

In the end, everyone went out with them.

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Artoria ran out in a hurry, only to find out that Char hadn't arrived yet, but had just sent a herald first. However, by this time Pullen's army was less than three miles away, and it would soon be near the barracks in Great Britain.

Artoria was lost when she suddenly heard a grumbling voice behind her.

"Cut, it's really a big name, a mere baron dares to use a herald to inform us. ”

"If he is worthy of the firewood baron, he will also chop wood all over the mountains. ”

"Let's see how he makes a fool of himself, how many troops can a mere baron come up with? And the king of a country actually ran out for a baron...... Look, the worse that baron behaves, the bigger King Arthur's face will be. ”

The nobles snickered, and countless pairs of mocking eyes stared at Artoria's back, as if looking forward to the moment when she would make a fool of herself.

And the faces of the nobles are being seen and remembered at this moment, and that person is the "herald" of the Pulon Royal City.

Hidden under the thick helmet, the herald remembered all the expressions of the nobles in his mind.

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Bedwell frowned slightly.

He noticed something unusual about the herald, and he was staring at the nobles with cold eyes, as if he wanted to memorize everyone's expressions.

Bedwell instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

He glanced back at the nobles behind him with a little anxiety, and then hurried to look at King Arthur.

Finally, when Bedwell focused her eyes on the scout again. Suddenly, he found that the herald was holding a piece of white paper as white as jade, and was writing and drawing something on it with a quill pen. Although white paper is very rare, after all, it is a specialty produced in the royal city of Pulun, and as a high-level official of the royal capital, this kind of expensive white paper is not unseen.

But a mere herald would carry such a thing with him......

- Smack! Bedwell suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind.

"-I see, that's what happened!" Bedwell, who remembered something for a moment, turned his head to look at the group of nobles with strange expressions and distinct arrays. He remembered something Char had told him about the "internal war" a year earlier.

The appearance of the Scout is just a front, and the Tides War is just a byproduct. Char's goal was not just to take out the Tydes, his fangs had begun to overstep King Arthur's limits.

Char is going to do something to the nobles, and it is at the same time that the Tides War breaks out!

"What a confident and arrogant man! who chose to expel the foreign enemy and purge the internal at the same time...... Sure enough, King Arthur was gradually unable to suppress Drake. Is this man domineering D. Char?!"

Standing on the lawn, the girl king who was looking at each other from afar was looking into the distance with gentle eyes, waiting quietly, and the familiar voice galloped on the horizon.

The gentle and expectant expression completely fell into Bedwell's eyes, which made him both sad and relieved. Sorrow is distressed that King Arthur is increasingly difficult to reconcile his inner feelings, and relief is relieved to be with Draco. D. Char's actions were indeed done for the sake of the king of Great Britain.

"Hey...... I hope that the king will recognize the boundary between the king and the courtier, and if the relationship between the king and the minister is lost and becomes a different relationship, the man's ambition will be swallowed up sooner or later, even Great Britain will be swallowed up. ”

"Hey, then, what's that?"

"There is a ......!!"

There was a commotion in the crowd because of an elite army that far exceeded their expectations and imagination.

Ang woo~

Ang woo~

The desolate horn stirred up the clouds, and the freshly dressed and brightly armored crotch rode the war horse.

Six hundred elite cavalry broke through the fog, horses roared, and iron hooves trampled the earth and rumbled. Behind the cavalry on horseback were red commanders, and hundreds of people gathered up, like a rolling river, which was majestic and shocking.

These sturdy men wore three-feathered helmets, jet-black armor, longbows, and crossbows. A black leather armor painted the hideous faces of the dragon and tiger, each of them wearing iron tools, silent. Only the deafening sound of horses' hooves echoed across the plain.

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Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

The rousing drums rolled up the troubled times, and the heavily armored spears were ten thousand spears.

Accompanied by the drumming of animal skin drums, the heavily armed Changjian troops rolled up a vast cloud of dust and smoke, and stepped out of the vast sand. Their bright armor reflected a dazzling light in the sun, and the three-meter-long sword pointed straight into the sky. Thousands of dense forests of long trees slashed down in unison, and even the great storm and fog would disappear without a trace in front of this sky-covering killing machine.

The azure cloak is the color of the sky, and the glory rose blooms on the back. It represents dignity and absolute thorns, and the armor is like a gorgeous ornament all over the body. With a composite helmet on his head, sky-blue goose down fluttering in the wind, his steps and feet are neatly aligned, and his training is also very well-trained. In addition, because it is a hoplite, it gives people a sense of threat at a glance, and the threat is also extremely powerful.

The archers did not have so many ornate decorations, only the most basic and lethal bows and arrows in their hands.

Huixing March Armor, holding the Sun Bow in his hand, his heart is like steel, and he shoots an arrow into the sky.

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When this magnificent army came to the British barracks, thousands of people, including many British soldiers, poked their heads out and looked at the army in King Puren.

The hundreds of battle flags fluttering in the wind, majestic and well-trained, and the neat and uniform formation are extremely quiet, giving people a sense of oppression with a thousand forces in silence.

"Gollum!" some nobles subconsciously swallowed when they saw this kind of scene that they could see for the rest of their lives. Then he focused his gaze on the man who was protected by a group of silver-armored heavy armor, and was now looking at King Arthur with a playful gaze.

He wears a long crown and black and red armor. He has curly black shawl hair and wears a bright silver mask.

The imposing army behind him, and the powerful knights who called themselves the Twelve Guardian Knights at his side.

All of them are not weak and powerless barons at all. It's a lion big enough to swallow all of Great Britain!

- The uncrowned king of the royal city of Puron.

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