"Huh... I'm so tired from the fight. I need to take a rest!"
Miss Okita wiped her forehead and wiped away the non-existent sweat.
Then the sun smiled brightly and returned to the bell tower.
"What's going on with Miss Okita..."
Matthew didn't know how to react, and his face was full of confusion.
"Ahaha..."
"Hehehe..."
Gudazi and Artoria laughed together.
In fact, they have already discovered it.
But it’s hard to talk about this matter.
"How's it going outside?"
Thinking of this problem, several people hurried out of the city.
Arriving at the gate of the city, several girls happened to see a large number of Fang soldiers giving up their resistance, each with a look of shattered outlook on their face.
Woodworth escaped from them.
The clan leader who has always been regarded as the strongest among the Yazhi actually lost?
The collapse of faith caused nearly 30% of the Fang soldiers to surrender.
"Where's Woodworth?"
"He escaped so suddenly that we didn't have time to stop him."
Grim came to the three of them.
"However, Percival, Tristan and Muramasa have caught up together. With Woodworth's severely injured state, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with him."
"..."
Habeimao remained silent.
She lowered her head, and her ear-like hat also hung down.
Although the relationship with Reinecke is not good, he has secretly supported Ai's actions several times in the past, so he is undoubtedly a companion in terms of senses.
Having to deal with her past companions right in front of her eyes made her feel very complicated.
"The strongest Fang clan has been defeated by us. Now, our reputation will definitely rise in one fell swoop!"
Oberon came to several people with a smile on his face.
"Back to the topic, the Fang Clan is undoubtedly the strongest card in Queen Morgan's hand. If we defeat them, we can make many elves look at them with admiration. The label of being weak and unexpected will soon disappear, and they will be dissatisfied with the Queen.
People are expected to come from all directions, so be prepared to become famous!"
For the past two thousand years, the Fang Clan has been the sharpest sword in the Queen's hand.
Even the catastrophic King Morse a thousand years ago was defeated by Woodworth.
Although in recent years, the appearance of the Fairy Knights has caused the prestige of the Fang Clan to become slightly weaker, the Fang's strength has not weakened at all.
The Round Table Army will become very famous immediately!
"Oberon, I'm sorry to interrupt you in the middle of your victory speech, but I have some very bad news!"
At this moment, little Leonardo da Vinci came to them with an ugly expression.
"The fairy knight Gawain is leading his troops to the Autumn Forest in Wales... which is your territory!"
…………
"Pffff!"
Woodworth clutched his chest and climbed out of the river with difficulty.
All the strength in his body seemed to be lost. After climbing to the shore, he fell to the ground as if he was exhausted.
"I survived...I survived..."
He kept mumbling in his mouth.
A few minutes ago, he escaped from Londinion and was caught up by the three Percivals.
Before he could even say a word, he was hit hard.
The heat-dissipating prince's power was already consumed tremendously. After his defeat at the hands of Okita Souji, his physical strength and magic power were nearly exhausted, and he was almost exhausted. He was no match for the three of them.
His brain shut down for a while, and he fell into the river. He drank several mouthfuls of water before he barely regained consciousness.
Probably because of this, the three people thought he was dead, which allowed him to escape.
"Forget about those two guys, Percival, even you dare to attack me!"
Woodworth's eyes exuded strong anger.
Losing to Okita Souji can only be regarded as inferior in skill.
Being bullied by Muramasa and Tristan, who were once looked down upon, was just a matter of time and fate.
Unexpectedly, even that little brat Percival stabbed him with such determination!
"Uh! No, we have to find a place to heal...!"
When he got angry, he pulled the wound on his chest, making him groan.
Woodworth had no choice but to try his best to calm down.
"Reinforcements, the queen has sent reinforcements... Although it's ugly, we can only rely on the queen's reinforcements at this time."
Before, he felt that the Queen's sending of reinforcements was an insult to his dignity.
Unexpectedly, we now have to rely on reinforcements.
This makes Woodworth very uncomfortable!
but.
The anger in his heart still could not be dispelled.
He must ask the Queen for clarification no matter what!
Why don't you believe him?
Don’t believe that he is the most loyal to her?
Actually want to hand over the command of all the Queen's Army, including the Fang Soldiers, to the general of the reinforcements?
What a joke!
Is his two thousand years of loyalty so worthless?
This kind of thing is absolutely unforgivable!
"Oh, it's unexpectedly ugly, Lord Woodworth?"
Woodworth suddenly paused.
He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
"The legendary leader of the Fang Clan is nothing special, Mr. Red Beryl?"
"That's not the case, Miss Green Spinel. Objectively speaking, Master Woodworth is powerful enough, but the opponent is just stronger."
Beryl walked calmly and walked up to Woodworth.
He lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.
"It's just that the war is meaningless if it doesn't succeed! Master Woodworth's defeat can only prove that you are still a useless waste! Ah, don't get me wrong, of course I respect you, but this
It’s the truth, isn’t it? I believe the Queen will never rely on waste again, right?”
The yin and yang are strange, pulling the big flag.
His words were extremely hateful, and like a primer, they instantly ignited the powder keg of Woodworth.
"Beryl, you eggless bastard!"
Woodworth's eyes were red, and he stood up without thinking, completely ignoring the wound on his chest, and grabbed Beryl's head with one claw!
With his strength, if this claw goes down, Beryl's head will explode into blood mist like a watermelon on the spot.
"So weak."
But something he couldn't see clearly stood in front of him.
Those are white silk threads.
The fingers of Tristan the Fairy's hands stretched out thin lines, binding him like a puppet.
Woodworth could not move.
The little strength he had just recovered was not enough to let him break free!
"Excuse me, Lord Woodworth? Do you see how much I respect you, yet I still call you a loser like me?"
Beryl stretched out his hand in front of him.
Smiling, she opened the wound on his chest and put her hand into his chest.
His smile suddenly turned ferocious.
"No balls, no balls, I'll let you say no balls again!"