Escape, desperately escape, like a dog from a stray family - no, it should be said, it is better to run away than a dog from a stray family. Whenever I want to rest, sleep or eat, I just paused a little, and then a large number of hunting dogs barked wildly behind me, and the pursuers seemed to be in front of me.

I had to escape.

"I will always remember such a shame."

After that, Artoria bit her thin lips desperately and staggered, but ran away very quickly.

"So, I'll tell you, the so-called hunting game - especially when hunting cat animals that are like tigers, lions, etc., you should be patient, patient, and patient... and then use the opponent's physical strength and energy bit by bit. When the opponent's combat power is gone, you can close the net." Egil said to the system elves in his heart.

“Is this interesting?”

"So, when the nobles are idle, they will pull the hunting dogs to hunt in the jungle..." Egil said this, while taking out a small piece of jerky from his pocket, crushing it little by little, and then sprinkling it on the ground. He watched the hunting dogs in front of him fight desperately: "But, what kind of prey is comparable to the lord of a country? Hunting a queen, a queen. It will make people excited to think about it."

"No, I think this will make you feel excited and will only be a pervert." The system elves said.

...

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 working hard to control the entire southern England, the Black Duke seemed to be full of confidence. He had no response to what Egil said tentatively, in exchange for the two territories of Aquitaine and Normandy. No, if there was no response, it would not be correct.

The Black Duke is on the banks of the Trent River, yearning for Nottingham across the river, and is currently continuing to carry the baggage and ferry.

...This unconscionable bastard of your sister.

Egil cursed and then contacted Scotland Robert II.

...The same was not responded.

Damn... This special code pair of bastards, Egil, muttered, knew that he had been abandoned by two other allies.

"Originally, I was the only one who abandoned others... It feels really uncomfortable to be abandoned by others, hahahahahaha..."

So, although there was no formal declaration, Egil knew that the two countries in the south, England and Scotland basically formed an alliance and did not escape. And the target was him.

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

However, at the beginning, such a proposal was firmly opposed by his dwarf allies.

"—Absolutely not! No! How can we all form an alliance with the Celtics?!" said Wald.

"So what do you want? Do you want to kill all the people? Do you want to kill all the people of that lonely and helpless girl, who is only sixteen? I never thought that my dwarf brother was such a cold-blooded evil spirit - where did your sense of justice go? Was it eaten by a dog?!"

Wald really didn't know when he was with Egilbai's hand. It was even more strange - why did the little girl who cut people's heads on the battlefield feel as easy as cutting watermelons? By the way, she hit her to such a lonely and helpless state, it seems that Egil, you, are you?

However, Wald was just a dwarf, so even if he felt something was wrong in his heart, he couldn't tell it. However, Wald had only his own bottom line after all. And the dwarf elders who Egil said were not pulling or not. He felt that it was a bit unfair to be trained by others. He pulled the other dwarf elders, who survived, and were scolded together.

As a result, a group of old dwarves, all of whom were red and red by Egil, were like three grandsons. However, they still refused to give in. Egil was helpless later and had to make some adjustments.

"Everyone, think about it: although we fight with the Celtics - each has its own victory or defeat. Not only are we dead, but many Celtics also died. So why are you so serious? Why?"

"This is our natural way." Wald said: "One of the battleground has its own victory or defeat, and it depends on its own means, both of which are both of which are both of which are lost and which are determined by life and death. We have also recognized these - but, the news we received before, our former dwarf king was captured alive after being defeated and killed in a cruel way. The same followers of the previous king also killed hundreds of warriors from my dwarf tribe. This is something we cannot accept anyway - our heroic only is that after being defeated and captured, he was treated so cruelly by the other party - so..."

"That's done by the elves, right?" Egil complained.

"Well, it's true - but they are mercenaries hired by the Celtics, so they can also be counted on the heads of the Celtics."

"...So, just kill the elf in action. Then let the Celtics announce that they will draw a clear line with the elf from then on, right?" Egil said speechlessly.

"Well, if that's the case..." Wald discussed with the other dwarf elders, and then thought--hey? It's also possible. Then he reluctantly admitted it.

Afterwards, Egil quickly issued two orders: First, he offered a reward of Celtic elf mercenary leader Caddis, the second, led the team to hunt the queen.

"So, the so-called love and chasing girls mean almost this, right?" Egil sighed, "It's said that it's a very painful and distressing feeling, but it's the same sweet feeling. But I just feel sweet and there's no pain at all."

Afterwards, Egil ignored him about the mercenary leader's affairs. However, His Highness, under his careful efforts, became weaker and weaker.

Now, this pursuit game has been going on for half a month. After defeating the troops that the Queen had finally assembled, although the Queen still gritted her teeth and persevered, it was meaningless... It was just persevering.

Now Artoria seems to be not pursuing life, but pursuing death. At this time, the queen understood that Egil did not want to kill her. Although it was a little disheartening to say this. However, if Egil really wanted to kill her, Egil had deliberately missed several opportunities in the previous chase game. Every time Artoria felt that she would die, she lay weakly in the grass, with angry flames flashing in her eyes, ready to rise up when the first enemy approached her and die with her.

However, such a wish may be difficult to realize - in the previous pursuit, Artoria had already thrown away the black armor with special abilities on her body. In other words, if there is a little turbulence and the enemy feels it, it will probably die in a cowardly manner... Artoria is so self-deprecating.

But in the end, the voices of the pursuers gradually moved away.

If it was once or twice, Artoria might feel her good luck. But there are too many so-called "good luck"...

"That guy is playing with me." After making such a judgment, Artoria was even more angry, and felt a hint of irony and a hint of funnyness.

"But - absolutely, we must not let him catch me." Betting on the Queen's final glory, Artoria chewed the grass roots hard, sucking the only little nutrient in the plant, and at the same time swearing in her heart.

"It's very soon." In the recent pursuits, Egil even had several encounters with Artoria. Before that, the queen would escape at the first time, not even leave her back for Egil.

"In other words, her physical strength is almost at its limit."

Three days later.

It has been more than ten days since I had eaten and drank water. Artoria, who had been resting, fell haggardly next to a small river, as if she wanted to struggle and climb to the river to drink some water.

But I can't do anything at all and can't move it, even if I move my fingers.

"Is it over like this? What an indecent way to die." Artoria was confused, as if she had seen a fantasy like hell...

At this moment, Egil walked over happily, squatted down, and waved: "What is this? Can you still see clearly?"

Perhaps it was because of the extreme weakness that Artoria's IQ plummeted. After trying hard to identify with her eyes open, she said in a faint voice in uncertainty: "...two?"

"I'm right. It seems that there is still help." Egil said this, while taking out the salt and sugar water that had been prepared for a long time. He took a bite and then opened Artoria's mouth and fed it in little by little. Although Artoria, who had slightly reacted to what had happened, bite it, bite it. However, because the other party's strength was too small, he didn't feel any pain at all. Overall, it felt quite good.

Afterwards, Artoria seemed to have accepted her fate. After confirming that she would not be in danger of her life for the time being, she fell asleep in a daze - or in other words, she fell into a coma. Then she was hugged by Egil with a princess.
Chapter completed!