MTL - My Wife, King Arthur-Chapter 675 I love
ps: ps: the first change, today is super tired, do our best to code for everyone ... at least give a perfect ending
Chapter 675: My Love
No one can figure out why the white light that kept flowing out after Kelal slowly landed from the sky was what it was.
So when Kaylar slowly gathered his light and walked slowly to the port, the wizards of the demon heart couldn't help but be forced by Kayal's momentum, one or two retreated.
Kailar slowly walked towards the port, and someone kept spreading out, and eventually someone couldn't bear it. Kailar's seemingly walking stance angered many people, and ordinary people. People can swallow their voices. The difference is that this group of people are basically magicians, magicians above c level.
This magician with his own pride will never want to lower his head in the face of Kailar-although the gap in strength is the gap between heaven and earth.
But someone still couldn't help it.
With magic weapons in their hands, they rushed towards Kalar, and the magic weapons in their hands seemed to give them a little self-esteem and strength.
They swarmed and rushed towards Keral.
Then in midair, their bodies, heads, and bodies suddenly separated.
This scene was really terrible. The whole scene was quiet for a moment, and then a beautiful young girl appeared on the battlefield.
Jin Sè's long hair is scattered behind her head like a waterfall. She is wearing a tights and looks tight and handsome, beautiful and beautiful.
Such a beautiful girl, with a dashing sword closing action, proved that she had just killed the first mage who rushed up.
A soldier actually killed a mage?
This is simply impossible to accomplish on the magic continent!
But the other party did it ... it's almost like a human being!
They didn't even see how the other party did it.
How did the other party do it?
The beautiful young girl's eyes flashed with joy, then slowly held the sword and kneeled on one knee.
Kailar smiled slightly. Gently touched her head: "Philia."
"Ha." The girl who bowed her head responded happily.
"What a joke ..." A demon-hearted mage couldn't accept this. He was a b-level mage, and he was considered outstanding among mages.
His talents allowed Hadis to confer his lost magic, and with the lost magic, he was even more powerful, and there was no pressure to challenge anything.
The so-called lost magic refers to the restoration of the dark magic taught by Jeff 300 years ago through archeology.
The fusion of dark magic and ordinary magic is basically more powerful than modern magic.
Although modern magic can make it easier for wizards to advance to the top ten, dark magic that is difficult to advance can bring powerful power.
It is hard to say whether these two sides are stubborn or weak, but now that the magic of ancient magic is bad, the power of ancient magic has undoubtedly inspired a lot of people.
Strength can deceive people.
There are so many people who have lost their ability to judge with power, and many can be regarded as rules-not everyone has their own persistence as a true "hero".
He growled angrily. He rushed up with a strange wave in his hand.
Kailar went on to the port without any expression on his face.
The opponent's body seemed to pass through an unknown laser channel. After taking two steps again, he suddenly turned into a blood clot and fell very evenly on the ground.
A bloodline formed, and the careless city wall stretched out in front of Kailar.
The over-shouldered silver-haired girl who gently wiped her long sword closed her sword, and the short cloak behind her was blown up.
She slowly knelt down with a sweet smile, and there was a full of charm in the eyes of Dan Feng.
"Felix." Kaylar came to her and touched her head lightly.
"Huh." She enjoyed pressing her face gently on Kailar's hand, like a kitten.
For a moment, most of the demons' hearts began to recede like cháo water.
No one dares to stay in front of these women for even a moment.
That moment was life and death. No one wants to die. So back.
The reason for the existence of these large swords is dragon hunting.
When the dragon's scales melted the magic, and the dragon's minions broke the defense, the magician became vulnerable and apparently could not fight the dragon.
So this group of scientific experts who had been hurried away before Jeff didn't show up abandoned the study of magic. Instead began to develop the limits of the human body.
In fact, the lack of magic on the knight continent has made them unable to study magic.
Therefore, the intensity development has been put on the road.
The sword's body is stronger than the dragon and faster than the dragon. Holding the hard and sharp sword can easily cut the dragon's scales.
Only a group of dozens of people can easily hunt a dragon.
But this kind of warrior only needs to insert the flesh and blood of the demon into it to strengthen it piece by piece.
Mortality is high though. But compared to humans killed by dragons, this mortality rate is completely acceptable.
So when they developed the monomers with the high specifications, they could compete with the dragon, which was comparable. Even when defeating the dragon's final weapon.
They were back bitten by these weapons.
Even if the weapon is more powerful, this group of people do not hold the hand of the weapon, the heart of the weapon, and the awareness of possessing the weapon.
They are just a group of scientists.
They are not soldiers.
The only ones who can control weapons are soldiers, warriors, and fighters.
Kailar is a warrior, a warrior, and a fighter!
He has been fighting different things since he was born, and he has more than one life and more than one struggle.
He never fears, shrinks, or is afraid.
He is the hand of the sword.
The great sword is the great sword.
Without walking ten steps a beautiful girl appeared half-knelt on the ground. As if waiting for Kailar to walk past them, past them.
This is a glory.
Their master is back.
They also have a backbone.
When Kailar came to the port.
It's already here.
Romans, Macedonians, Ummahs, Carmelos.
These people gather here for the same reason and the same dream, and they gather here for their king, Kaylar's ambition.
Abandoned life and fought for glory.
This is what Kylar sees.
Kaylar did not see the number of people who must not know how many died, struggling for this ideal and goal and glory.
They didn't hesitate at all. Hesitation and fear.
They are the true braves.
Kailar slowly came to Altoria, and the woman with the giant lion standing beside him stood in front of everyone.
Watching him.
Her eyes were filled with water, with fog, with tenderness and excitement.
But her demeanor is mature and steady, like a mountain. Even if she is standing in front of everyone, she is still in awe in all directions.
She's mature yet.
Kailar was filled with emotion and comfort, and he had not seen him for eight months. She became more mature and steady.
Become increasingly bright and beautiful.
Her charm was more and more fascinated by her sedateness.
Kailar came to her softly.
Kneeling on her knees in front of her, kissing her right hand gently.
"I'm back, my king."
"I'm back, I love."
"Welcome back. My sage."
"Welcome back, I love ..."
All the magicians looked at this scene in surprise.
The supreme power of the Fiore Kingdom was thus half-knelt in front of the woman, gently rubbing her cheek against the back of her hand.
As if to find home, as if to find psychological support.
This feeling only showed for a moment and was immediately sealed by him. But everyone was shocked by Kelar's ten-second tenderness.
Does this man still have such a gentle gesture!
Everyone was secretly surprised, but forgot the group of battle-hard divisions standing behind the opponent.
Kailar stood up. After a scrutiny of the surrounding for a week, his gaze was all about the sound of a piece of armor striking the soldiers' chests.
There was so much emotion in Kailar's heart that she wanted to say thousands of words, but she finally raised her fist and shouted, "Oh!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" All the soldiers roared wildly.
This is not only the roar of thousands of people in the port, but also the roar of all the soldiers who have slowly entered the port on the ship.
Their roar is the roar of victory, the roar of their pride, they have overcome the wind, rain, thunder, hail, and drove the warship to the other side.
They are never here for charity.
It's not for dinner.
They are here to fight, they are coming to death, and they are even away from home. They have no fear of death and nostalgia for survival.
They are warriors, fighters, and warriors.
They were fearless ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ A group of soldiers descended from the ship.
The Greeks, Spartans, Carmelos, Romans, Uruks, and men in jīng costumes stepped out of the boat wearing a humble armor and a huge shield.
Their armor is simply rude and depressing. All the mages who watched were stunned.
I haven't seen this humble armor for years?
Although these guys have strong muscles, they look rudimentary.
Where do these guys come from?
When this question came to everyone's heart, a row of female soldiers coming down from the warship blinded all of them.
There are hundreds and thousands of women in the same costumes as the women who can instantly kill b-level magicians! !!
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