Chapter 12 The heroes of the crusade a hundred years ago
The cloud shadow moved, and the thin man sitting on the window sill came down.
The chains on the shackles made a crisp clanging sound... He was really thin, and the shackles on his hands and feet seemed to exceed his weight.
"Alice..." Known as Mordred, his voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been burned.
"Have you not spoken for too long?" Miss Witch turned her head to look at her, but shook her head, "But I am not Alice. I am her daughter, Gillian."
"Daughter?" He looked a little confused, and then fell silent, as if he was remembering something.
The witch lady was also frowning, as if she was talking to herself, or to tell him, "Sixty years of imprisonment, and the poison jointly prepared by hundreds of magician's association's secret medicine masters, have made your mind and memory also deteriorate."
Are you confused...Look at me, Mordred, you should remember who you are."
He stood still, more like a skeleton.
This castle possesses the terrifying ability to ban demons... She cannot use any of her abilities here. Because of this, Pugins agreed to her visit. Even so, before the visit, she even underwent an extremely strict search.
Make sure you don't hide anything privately on you.
But she still brought something... At this time, the witch girl lifted up the hem of her skirt and put her hand into the hem of the skirt. At this time, there was a touch of sensitive color on her face, which was like sexual joy.
She breathed out slowly, her eyes like phosphorescence... she retracted her hand, and a small glass bottle came out.
She took the bottle, walked slowly to Mordred, and pulled the bottle open. "It took me thirty years, and was wanted by the Magician Association for thirty years, to find the configuration of this bottle."
The material of the omnipotent interpretation potion.”
He was unmoved and completely immersed in his own memories. Seeing this, the witch girl had no choice but to hold the man's chin and pour the liquid in the bottle into his mouth.
When the potion was finally poured into his throat and entered his body, the witch lady slowly backed away. In fact, even she was not completely sure that this potion could break the secret poison in this man.
Time passed little by little... Mordred still stood motionless. Gillian couldn't help but frown... Did she fail?
Just when her heart sank, Mordred suddenly showed a painful expression. He grabbed his neck forcefully, fell to his knees on the ground, and made a painful retching sound.
Black liquid was spit out from his mouth... accompanied by an unpleasant stench.
This retching continued... The black liquid Mordred spit out even contained more water than his body seemed to contain.
A long time has passed, far beyond the witch's visit time.
Finally, it seemed that the black liquid in Mordred's body had been vomited out... He still grabbed his neck with both hands, knelt on the ground, and lowered his head at the same time.
"You...what's wrong with you, Mordred?" Gillian asked hesitantly.
He raised his head, his eyes clear again, and he slowly stood up, "I'm just sorting out the memories of the past few decades... Are you really Alice's daughter?"
"I inherited my mother's power and am also a psychic witch." Gillian nodded, "Maybe after leaving this castle, I can prove to you... how do you feel? The antidote has completely cleared your body of
Is it poisonous?"
"About 15% cleared." Mordred remained silent for a while, "But it's enough."
"Only one and a half percent? How is that possible!" Jillian frowned and snorted: "That damn secret pharmacist... really didn't try his best!"
Mordred looked at his hands, "The toxins in my body were prepared by hundreds of high-level secret medicine masters, including masters of secret medicine. Although I don't know the origin of the secret medicine master you are looking for.
, but if it’s just one person, if he can achieve this level, he can already become a genius...and, one and a half percent is enough.”
"Really?" Jillian was pleasantly surprised, "Are you sure you can leave this prison? To be honest, this is a gamble for me. If I can't wake you up...I'm afraid I will always be locked up here. The best
The end result is that it will be handed over to the Magicians Association by the Round Table Organization."
"I will leave here." He said while looking at the witch lady. She did not see even a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"But before you leave, you need to tell me...why you came to me and help me detoxify."
""Akshay Records"." The witch's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and she said word by word: "Mordred, I need you... to help me get it."
"Changing historical documents..." He closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.
The witch lady couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. If the man in front of her didn't agree, then all her previous plans would probably...
"Okay, I promise you." He opened his eyes and nodded calmly, "This is the reward for bringing me the antidote... But you have thought about it. You only have this wish. Once you use it, it will be gone.
"
Miss Witch chuckled at this moment and said: "According to legend, no matter who it is, as long as they can rescue you from this prison, they can ask you to do something... I think my request is not a waste. Although
What was used was the favor of the strongest knight known as a demigod."
"Demigod?" He glanced at the witch lady strangely, and under her doubtful gaze, he said calmly: "I'm no longer a long time ago... Let's go, I will come back after I help you find the documents.
.The books here...I haven’t finished them yet.”
Want... to come back?!
She was startled and didn't know what he meant, but seeing that Mordred was already walking towards the door, she could only follow him quickly.
But the shackles and chains on Mordred's hands and legs were still there... Listening to the sound of him dragging the chains as he moved around, the witch lady couldn't help but frown.
This so-called demigod, the most ferocious and evil knight in history, seems... very ordinary.
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"Mr. Lino, it's almost an hour!"
They began to remind Lino, who had been holding a sword an hour ago...but he didn't react at all. He just kept his eyes closed and was on the most solemn alert.
The subordinates didn't take it seriously... No one has ever been able to get out of this prison.
For half a century, all the sinners who were imprisoned inside would eventually go mad and commit suicide. Not only because of the terrifying forbidden demonic power inside... but there were even more powerful guards inside.
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"Why did it stop suddenly? The gate is still some distance away."
The witch lady couldn't help but frown. She had walked this road when she came here. She didn't take it seriously at the time, but she just felt a little depressed because there were many knight statues placed on the left and right sides of the road.
"You should step back a little, it will be a little troublesome to get over from here." Mordred said suddenly.
"Trouble?" The witch was stunned.
He said casually: "These statues contain the heroic souls of knights who died in the past, at least at the level of great knights, and even the twelve knights of the past... Of course, if they are just heroic souls, they will naturally not be able to compete with them during their lifetimes.
compared to."
"They...these?" the witch frowned, "They are just ordinary statues."
"For you." Mordred said calmly, and then took a step forward, "They will only wake up when I try to walk through here."
As if to confirm what he said, the moment he took another step, the statues on the left and right sides of the corridor suddenly opened their eyes.
Huge waves of killing intent emanated from their bodies... and then converged into a terrifying killing intent. In just an instant, Miss Witch's face turned pale, as if her soul had been pierced by countless sharp swords.
General.
This was just a leak of breath... Gillian watched in horror as the statues came to life. They stepped off the base and drew their weapons at the same time.
It's impossible to get out! It's impossible to get out!! Jillian's heart was screaming crazily.
Mordred walked straight forward, "Although I don't know what method you used to let them let you go and give you the opportunity to visit. But don't think that they are willing to give you the opportunity because of your
Smart, just because they have absolute confidence...even if you come in, you can't do much."
She could only smile bitterly. These were the famous great knights in history and... the Twelve Round Tables!
Suddenly, a statue of a knight holding a golden sword slowly walked up to Mordred. It was at least two heads taller than Mordred.
Mordred raised his head and said, "Kai Jin... do you still want me to kill you again?"
Cajun?
Jillian is very familiar with the history of the Knight Agency... She stared blankly at the golden sword in the hand of the knight statue, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Kaijin... Could it be that he was the same name as you a hundred years ago and inherited [gawaine] (Gawaine)
), the Golden Knight of Heaven, Caijin Alexander?”
Mordred looked back at Gillian, but at this moment, the knight statue in front of him slowly raised the golden sword in his hand, and slashed it down without any hesitation.
"Be careful!!" Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but scream in horror... But it was also an instant, when the golden sword fell, her eyes widened.
That golden sword is absolutely sharp, and with the blessing of part of the power of the Golden Knight of Heaven, it can easily cut through even steel plates... But such a sharp golden sword failed to cut through Mordred's shoulder at this time.
But the huge force of the sword's strike still caused Mordred's legs to sink into the floor... Is his body harder than steel? The witch opened her mouth slightly.
"Since he's dead, it's better to rest in peace..." Mordred said calmly, "Why bother to stay in this... world that has been doomed for a long time."
The statue suddenly opened its mouth and let out a roar. It raised its sword again and slashed it down again.
Only this time, Mordred raised his hands instead, and the chains on his hands were cut off directly. Mordred's figure disappeared instantly... At least our Miss Witch couldn't see his movements.
In the blink of an eye, when she saw Mordred again, he actually held the golden sword in his right hand... and the arm of the statue of the Golden Knight of Heaven had disappeared.
"Rest in peace, there is no point in guarding me."
While speaking softly, Mordred squatted slightly and put the golden sword behind him... He suddenly twisted his body, and the golden sword slashed out from behind!
The forbidden magic power in the castle seemed to have completely ignored this man.
A bright light radiated from the golden sword, and then the half-moon blade surged...swept across!
At this moment, each statue was cut off by the half-moon sword light... The murderous aura that frightened Jillian instantly dissipated, but in just a few seconds, there was only one left in the corridor.
Tons of rubble!
I saw streaks of light and shadow slowly rising from the shattered statues, then converging, circling, and turning into a spiral of light, directly hitting Mordred.
He put down the golden sword in his hand, stretched out his left hand, and blocked the spiral of light and shadow with his palm... The air flow triggered was like a hurricane, and the castle's forbidden magic power still existed. The witch lady had to lean forward at this time.
He was fully clothed, but his body was still slightly blown by the strong wind.
Finally, the strong wind gradually dissipated... When everything calmed down, Miss Witch only saw Mordred standing among the countless broken corpses.
For a moment, she seemed to see him standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Mordred lowered his head and held it lightly with his left hand. On his palm, a little light like a firefly was hovering... He breathed out slowly and picked up a bottle from the ground.
This bottle seems to be a weapon equipped on a certain knight statue... Mordred put the little fluorescent light into the bottle, and then walked slowly to Gillian, "Before you leave here, you can keep it for me for the time being.
Bar."
Her consciousness was blank and she took the bottle almost instinctively.
Is this guy really only cleared half of the poison in his body?
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In front of the gate of the castle, the subordinates who were already waiting impatiently, many of them frowned.
"coming."
Lord Lino said something abruptly, and at the same time slowly raised his hands... As he raised his hands, some light began to flash on his hands.
It turned out that he was not holding a sword in an empty posture, but actually holding an... almost transparent sword!
It can only be seen when the sword moves and refracts the light.
"Coming...what's coming?" Everyone was startled.
Bang!!
Sudden loud noise.
The gate of the castle was directly broken by something at this time, split into two neat pieces, and then shot out directly... Everyone was shocked, and almost panicked when faced with the impact of this heavy giant door.
Only Lino's legs stared at this moment, and he advanced instead of retreating, waving the almost transparent sword in his hand to meet... He cut the two thick door panels into dozens of small pieces in an instant.
In the dust, two figures slowly walked out from the shadow of the door... and there was a clanging sound as they walked in shackles.
"She's out! The psychic witch... who's the one next to her?" Everyone was shocked.
The clothes he wore were thin, and many parts of them had been worn away by time... The man was carrying a golden sword on his shoulders.
Lino took a deep breath, slowly stood up straight, and said in a solemn voice: "The heroic souls of hundreds of ancestors, and the forbidden magic field jointly arranged by a hundred gold-level magicians of the Magicians Association, still can't stop you...
The legendary knight, Mordred. It seems that letting this psychic witch visit the prison was a mistake from the beginning."
Mordred glanced sideways at Lino and said casually: "Don't think of this magic-forbidden space as useless. After all, it is the product of hundreds of gold-level magicians. It's just that everything has it.
It will naturally weaken during the period of use... In about thirty years, if it is not replenished, this force field will actually disappear on its own."
Lino took a deep breath, and at this moment he issued an order that surprised all his subordinates. He ordered everyone to flee immediately, and the information must be sent out.
"Mr. Lino! We..."
"This is an order! Leave immediately! Be sure to notify the knight agency! Whoever refuses to leave, I will immediately deprive him of his knighthood!"
"this……"
Everyone bit hard and finally chose to obey this order... However, from beginning to end, Mordred had no intention of stopping him.
Mr. Lino stood alone in front of Mordred and the Soul Witch. The nearly transparent sword was flowing with green light at this moment... and was no longer invisible.
"Wind King...you are a counterfeit, right?" Mordred looked at him curiously, "Are you the prison guard of this generation? Let's go. You have worked hard to guard my prison over the years."
Knight Lino took a deep breath and said seriously: "Being able to fight a hero from a hundred years ago... I don't want to give up this opportunity."
"Hero?" Mordred smiled, "No one has called me that for a long time."
Lino said: "No matter how many crimes you committed in the past...but you were indeed a hero who participated in that war a hundred years ago, and countless evil black souls died at your hands!"
Although I was not born when that war happened, I believe that without you, it would be impossible to win that war. So, at least you are a hero who has saved the earth."
"Really?" Mordred suddenly lowered his head, and his voice seemed to be heard only by himself, "After all these years, do you still think you have really won? You are really, hopelessly stupid..."
He suddenly waved the golden sword in his hand.
Half Moon's sword light surged out here, so fast that Knight Lino only had a chance to block or even dodge!
The blade of the green light was shattered instantly, and the half-moon sword light struck him, directly blasting him tens of meters away.
