At the same time (?), King Arthur's chamber, six o'clock in the evening.
Snap! The King of Knights jumped out of the vent and landed firmly on the ground.
In other words, it was not very stable. The transformation magic on his body had not yet been lifted, and he was still in the form of a boy. He couldn't control his body well. He lost his balance when he landed and sat on the floor.
"Ouch!" Arthur rubbed his butt while getting up. Unexpectedly, something fell on his head and pushed him down.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts..." Evil Star got up and rubbed his forehead.
"You're so heavy! Get out of my way!" the King of Knights said angrily.
"Oh haha, sorry, sorry." Evil Star smiled like an idiot and moved away from King Arthur's back. Both of them now used transformation magic and looked like two children playing.
"When will this magic be solved?" King Arthur's original compact casual clothes turned into a fluffy robe, which was too inconvenient for movement. He was busy rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs.
"I don't know, it all depends on the person." It was very convenient for the evil star, and he immediately changed back to his original golden youth form: "Don't worry, even if there is an emergency, I will protect you.
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"Well, you are really reliable." Arthur agreed casually. He was worried that he could not hold the Sword of the Holy King.
Although the Sword of the Holy King was made of mithril by Merlin and was already very light, it was still a physical sword after all and had its own weight. Arthur's current body of a seven-year-old child still lacked the strength to drag this sword with him.
It was also difficult to walk with the long sword. The King of Knights had no choice but to take the sword and the scabbard from his belt and put it on his shoulder: "Until my body changes back, it's better for us to keep a low profile."
"Yes, it's up to you, boss." Evil Star agreed sarcastically, turned into a little flying dragon, leaned on the King of Knights' crown again, and yawned: "Maybe I should take a nap.
, this is really a comfortable nest."
(This guy definitely did it on purpose.)
"Before you fall asleep, can you help me find the target first?" The King of Knights walked forward cautiously and sneaked into the castle.
When he passed the first corridor, he was already amazed by the magnificence of the castle: "I didn't expect such a secret to be buried in my palace."
"Are you sure this is part of your dormitory?" Evil Star narrowed his jewel-like dragon eyes and looked around, "We climbed up along the ventilation duct and moved a long distance. From a structural perspective, we should have left
Your castle is somewhere above London. But I feel that the atmosphere here is underground. ------This is not scientific, do you understand?"
"you mean?"
"I'm afraid the passage we passed through was not a real ventilation duct, but something that functioned as a portal. And we foolishly plunged into the trap laid by the enemy."
"You must be kidding." Arthur wanted to retort, but at this time he heard a slight noise in the corridor opposite. The alert King of Knights shrank into the shadow of the corner, completely hiding himself (and the evil star)
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Click, click, click. Something was coming over, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. The thing was wearing a knight's heavy armor, and every step it took caused the joints on the armor to rub against each other, and these friction sounds were made inside the armor.
Wonderful echo.
---It's like a pair of empty armor walking on its own.
Arthur poked his head half out of the darkness to look, and happened to see the thing walking through the corridor.
Observing carefully, he saw that the slightly incomplete armor didn't even have a helmet, and the whole body was covered in rust. It was at least a thousand years old. The armor, which was walking like a headless horseman, looked weird and hollow.
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The thing didn't notice Arthur. After passing by, it disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor. After it realized that the enemy was far away and everything was safe, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's ---"
"Golem." "Ghost." Arthur and Evil Star said at the same time.
"What?" They looked at each other in disbelief.
"Are you stupid?" Evil Star said matter-of-factly: "That's obviously a ghost! Look at that armor that can walk on its own. What is it if it's not a ghost?"
"You're stupid." Arthur retorted in a cold tone: "That's the golem---a golem that has soul-giving magic loaded into the armor so that it can act according to the given orders!"
The evil star retorted unconvincingly: "The technology for making golems only appeared in recent times. Look at the rust on that guy! It is at least thousands of years old. How could you humans make golems in that era? And they are still so exquisite.
Armor Golem?"
"Don't forget that there are ancient people's skills!" Arthur retorted, but he felt that there was no point in continuing to argue, so he was too lazy to argue with the evil star: "Huh, whatever! Let's follow that golem quickly.
, let’s see where he can take us.”
"Are you crazy? If you are discovered by that ghost -" the evil star still stubbornly called that thing a "ghost".
"Let's run away. The golem moves so slowly and clumsily that it can't catch up with us." Arthur asked in a more serious tone: "And my body should be returning to its original shape soon, right? --- Right?"
The evil star remained silent. This was the only thing he couldn't explain clearly and would rather remain silent.
The King of Knights rolled his eyes at the evil star.
"Okay, let's follow." Evil Star whispered, "But it's best to keep the distance. It doesn't matter, I can detect the ghost's aura, and I will never lose it."
"You'd better be like this." Arthur shouldered his holy sword, stood up straight, and walked out of the shadows. His body as a child was so weak that the weight of the holy sword was enough to bend him.
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With his current appearance, if he was discovered by the golem, he would probably die. King Arthur sighed and could only sneak into the castle carefully.
At the same time, Husky, who had transformed into a big wolfdog and carried the leopard boy on his back, was also sneaking carefully in the castle.
This place is as huge and intricate as a maze, and this castle is so weird that it can swallow up all the breath. Husky can't find the way out by relying on his sense of smell.
Therefore, he wandered around the lowest level of the castle for a long time, constantly hiding in the shadows to avoid the headless armored knights patrolling around.
Click, click, click, click. Following a burst of cold and hollow footsteps, the headless armored knight patrolled through the corridor, shaking off a lot of rust along the way. Husky poked his head out of the shadows and looked.
The knight sighed as he walked away.
"Ha...Ski..." Little Hal seemed to wake up, and there was a slight commotion on the wolf dog's back: "How did you become like this---"
"Shh, don't talk, save your strength." Husky persuaded in a low voice: "Hal, I will definitely protect you and rescue you from here. I will do what I say."
"Hmm..." The angry leopard boy used all his strength to grab the big wolf dog: "Good... warm, meow. Just like... brothers... meow."
Little Hal paused for a while, his not sober mind seemed to be thinking hard: "Husky... we are friends, right?"
"Yes... we are friends." The wolfdog walked quietly in the dungeon, fearing that it would make any noise and attract the Headless Horseman.
"Then..." The leopard boy hugged the wolfdog tightly: "Just... listen to me... leave me... and run away alone."
"That's the only thing I can't do."
"Please leave me, meow... If you run with me on your back, neither of us... can escape, meow. You run away alone first... and then... call someone to save me."
Meow."
"No." Husky said categorically: "I will never leave my friends and escape alone. Believe me, there is always a way to escape."
"Has---" They wanted to continue arguing, but the footsteps of the headless armored knight were heard again in the corridor in front of them. Huskey quickly shrank into the shadow of the corner, trying his best to hold his breath and not make any sound.
sound.
The guy seemed to be aware of the previous quarrel between the two teenagers, and it was approaching the shadow in the corner step by step. If it continued like this, it would find the two teenagers.
Click, click. It was only five yards away from the two of them.
Husky swallowed and pressed his body against the wall, hoping that his body would be completely hidden in the darkness and would not be discovered.
Click, click. The Headless Horseman came closer, only three yards away from the two of them.
Hal also swallowed his saliva and held the big wolf dog tightly. The warmth from Husky's body was transmitted from his back to the body of the leopard boy. At this moment, he only felt that it would be a good idea if he could die with his friends.
choose.
Click, click. The ghost armor was only a yard away from the two teenagers, and it came closer, as if it wanted to penetrate the darkness and catch the two people in the shadow of the wall.
There was no way to hide any longer. The wolf-dog used its forelimbs to exert enough force and planned to launch a flying attack first. Maybe knocking the monster to the ground would give them a chance to break through?
But the headless armored knight has long been prepared. It draws out the sword from its waist and raises it high. It will raise the sword at any time and chop all creatures that rush out from the shadows into pulp!
When Husky made up his mind to sacrifice himself to create a chance for his friends to escape, and was about to fly out with all his strength, something came out from under his feet!
He originally planned to continue flying towards it regardless of what it was. However, Hal tightly strangled the dog-man boy's neck to prevent him from jumping out.
"Squeak!" That was a mouse. It was frightened by the Headless Horseman and flew out of the hole in the wall, becoming the scapegoat of the two teenagers.
The Headless Horseman didn't even bother to draw his sword, but instead raised his foot and stepped hard: Stab!!---The mouse was trampled into a pulp! Its flesh and blood splashed out and fell on Husky's cheek. The wolf dog only felt
Feeling sick!
Click, click, click. Seeing that the "suspicious objects" here had been cleared away, the headless armored knight turned around and left, patrolling along the corridor of the dungeon.