Wang Mu felt that his mind had collapsed, and he quickly shook his head, throwing out the image of himself as a bighorn insect, and watching the battle carefully.

The light faded away, revealing itself.

The results did not exceed Wang Mu's expectations. Although the "Wheel of Divine Might" is a +-level treasure of the army, it cannot be compared to the sword of victory of the saber's oath of victory. Just like the original work, 70,283 drops are washed down the hill by glory, and two magical cows pulling carts don't know where they're going.

"Ahh It failed. ””

Ryder and Webb were standing on a tree, and Webb was so frightened that he fainted and sat under his armpit. Ryder seemed to whisper sadly. But given the course of events, this is a gross underestimate.

At the moment of death, the knight realized his defeat and quickly lifted Webb off the throne, dodging the attack on the city's treasures at a critical moment.

"Are you going to throw in the towel?"

Sabre, sword in hand, confidently looking at Iskander.

"It's not your limit."

"Well, don't laugh at me.

The conquistadors slapped Webber in the face and tried to wake him up.

At this time, from the empty space, a pure black sweaty BMW came out.

It's a beautiful big horse. If it were a person, it would not be worse than other souls. His name was Buscephalas, and from the age of 12 he had been a close companion of Alexander's expeditions to the north.

"If you're a rider, you have to have riders." The conquistador gently put Webber on the horse's back and rolled over to hold the reins.

The red-haired man was smiling happily.

"It's the right thing to do."

Know what she's up against.

The proudest treasure of the knights - the King's army!

"Please, saber! Face me to conquer the most powerful treasure of the King of Iskanda! This is the embodiment of my domineering, if you can overcome the obstacles! What's the use of you taking the Holy Grail?"

He cried merrily from his horse, criing out for his proudest possessions.

A great magic rolled up a hurricane and engulfed it.

The hot sand wind echoed the king's call, and the mist on the river swept across the bridge.

The elves share the same dreams as the king, and their minds are gathering under the sword of Kyle.

Endless skies, hazy horizons in the scorching heat. Anyone can capture its soul as far as the eye can see.

The hearts of warriors who yearn for the battlefield seem to travel through time and space, eroding reality, turning the silent forest into a great plain ravaged by the wind.

Then, a hero on a horse arrives on the battlefield.

The Golden Cavalry - the former master and servant conquered the king's yoke, even in isolation, isolation.

Their battlefield is sublimated to eternity, and there is no need to choose a place for performance. As soon as the triumphant king once again raises the banner of hegemony, his subjects will follow him to the ends of the earth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, here."

Wang Mu rubbed his buttocks, stood on the tree, and after he was pulled into the boundary, he sat on the yellow sand.

"Is this the right boundary?" This is the first time I've seen it. He looked around curiously.

"The 'King's Army' of the Knightly Realm is a mental picture formed by him and his subordinates. His ability is to 'summon the souls he once followed'. Compared with Wang Mu's carelessness, Saber looked at the rising figure in the distance and explained seriously.

Wang Mu grabbed a handful of sand, the temperature and touch were very real, making people can't believe that they are in the scenery that others like in their hearts. It is indeed a spell within a spell, which erodes reality through illusions, which is simply not something that humans can do.

"What are my true boundaries...... Wang Mu did not doubt that he would be able to do it.

With his current approach, coupled with the opportunity to inherit the artifact and the world, if he can't draw even a small inherent boundary, then he will become a god and go home to raise pigs.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the saber interrupted him.

"Wang Mu, the other party is about to attack. You'd better find a place to hide. The saber put down the tip of the sword, did not move forward, and took a step back towards the waiting army.

She seems intent on meeting Ryder's troops.

"Huh? Don't you use jewelry?"

Wang Mu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked. "Magic has no problem being on my side. There's no need to go to the scuffle, is there?"

"It has to be done. You can't live without it. ”

Saber explained briefly, then took a step forward and rushed to the enemy's front line with the power of the Wind King.

Seeing the saber performance, the rider showed a vicious smile.

"The enemy is a wise knight king, just right as a ravaging opponent!" Guys, show her our power!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Iskandar roared, and the soldiers present shouted loudly.

Led by the victorious king, the elven army rushed forward in a wedge-shaped formation.

The lead rider roared, and the riders responded. Even Webb reluctantly joined the roaring chorus.

“!!!!!”

Only Sabu didn't say a word, just ran silently and firmly. Compared to the army, its thin body shone like a sword, which made Wang Mu unable to open his eyes.

"It's ......"

One for one! Perhaps in the face of the Queen Mother's promise not to shoot Webb's gift, Wang Yingling's troops did not attack the Queen Mother, which was preparing to call the Queen Mother of 'God Borrow' to resist her magic and watch the battlefield.

One person cannot be called a group of people, this is the best portrayal of the strength of the king's army.

But that's a lot of water.

According to Wang Mu, although all the members of the legion are now true heroes, because of the limited ability to conquer the king, all the hero legions have no treasure, and all members have no level and related skills, let alone master steel, and can only rely on their own magic.

What does that mean?

This means that once famous, perhaps more than the soul of Ikandhar itself, in the best of circumstances, now has only the value of '&# 39 dollars or abilities', except for their own martial arts, which is basically incomparable with all other girls, and can only rely on numerical superiority, win the promised amount, and achieve victory in the war.

War of attrition.

"With the Sword of Avalon, any damage can be repaired continuously. And the magic of the artifact inheritance on my side is a bottomless pit, who consumes whom......"

The king sneered and sat on the sand dunes, admiring the magnificent scenery that could only be seen in ancient times.

The clash of spears and swords, the clash of steel, the roar of soldiers, all these forces seemed to shake away the clouds in the sky.

Wang Mu's prediction was good, Wang Mu's biggest weakness quickly appeared under the tight defense of Jian Feng.

In general, if the enemy is too big, we have only one person. Enemies will have an issue with attack interval. After all, the saber was so much land that it was impossible to get 10,000 people, so the king's troops could not attack more than 15 people, even if there was a good ball, but with the skill of the sword and the statistical bonus, it was possible to do a 360-degree headless defense.

… No, it doesn't matter if you get hurt, as long as it's out of the way.

Wang Mu accidentally looked at the saber and was hit in the face by a soldier's spear, the wound was very deep, but under the influence of Avalon, he did not fully recover for even a second, and even the injured himself was not found, and continued to attack the legion.

Sounds ridiculous, right?

I'm sorry, but this is a true hero who has crossed unimaginable obstacles and made a real hero who makes an unparalleled gesture in the world.

It's beautiful.

Wang Mu now very much agrees with "Battlefield Flowers", looking at the fighting blonde and her calm face, it is simply a supreme enjoyment.

… Oh no. It's like waking up.

Just when Wang Mu was captivated by the unparalleled size of the saber, the victorious king blocked the saber with his army and led his master to the periphery of a distant battlefield.

"Knights?

Webb looked at the red-haired man, who put the horse down and seemed to understand something.

"This time the enemy is very strong."

Iskandar said calmly, looking at the sabre, he was not tired. "The Knight King seems to have the treasure or skill of the character 'Immortal', and her master's magic is also a bottomless pit, so I'm sure I'll fail."

"What are you talking about?" There is no reason to fail in the conquest of the king!" Webb said anxiously.

"Ah, so now I'm going to change my tactics and attacking quality."

The conqueror nonchalantly answered Weber's question, keeping his eyes fixed on his palm.

It was a dark blue scar that danced on Iskandar's palm, like a "" in lightning.

Webber seemed to sense something supreme in it, and he lowered his voice.

"It's ...... What?"

It's a boring thing, and I plan to stop using treasure. Iskandar sighed and said helplessly.

"In later legends, it seems that many people believed that I was the son of Zeus, and this treasure was created based on this legend."

The conquerors hated this story. His father was King Philip II of Macedon. Later, in order to add "gifts from heaven" and "mystery" to his legend, he concocted a lie that he was actually the son of Zeus.

To borrow a phrase from Lu Xun, there is no road in the world, and if you go too far, it will become a road. "Iskandar's divinity also comes from this legend.

His previous treasure, the "Thunder of Zeus", was intended to make the king realize that he was the son of Zeus and thus gain the power of his virtual father, Thor, the god of thunder.

"Will he win? Weber was not interested in these legends, he was only concerned with the king's safety before him.

"I don't know......" The victorious king looked at the saber on the battlefield and touched his beard.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked the teacher seriously.

"Well, I haven't asked you yet......"

"Huh?"

"Will you be my servant, Webber?"

Webb trembled with excitement. Then, tears poured out like a flood again.

Although I knew in my heart that I would never be able to do it, I was still secretly looking forward to this problem. There is no need to think about the answer. It is buried in one's heart like a treasure.

"You-"

The boy, whose name was called for the first time, puffed out his chest despite the tears on his cheeks and replied unwaveringly.

"You are my king. I swear to serve you unto death. Please guide me so that I can see the same dream.

Hearing the other party scolding like this, the domineering Wang Wei smiled. This smile was a great reward for his subjects.

"Okay, that's enough."

He slammed the reins down, and Bucilla received the signal to continue running.

"My subject, Webb Vettel, your task is not to take part in this war, so - to live, to pass on the way to become king, in the form of a Skandar gallop."

Hearing the king's words, the boy fell to his knees and buried his head in the ground.

Iskandar was not in the mood to look at them, he raised his right arm in the air, and there was a thunderclap in his palm, connecting heaven and earth.

Shout out your name and unleash the treasures of divine power

“!!!”

Strengthened by Zeus's thunderbolts, Iskandar's muscles and agility were temporarily boosted to level 4.3, making it almost unrivaled by a sword.

He was clad in thunder and lightning, and like the god of thunder and lightning, he held the sword of Cyprus high.

Soldiers along the way gave him way and gave him space to face the enemy.

The horse jumped, and Iskandar aimed his lightning sword at the saber in the same position.

The saber has also gone a long way, because the rider, his sword swings in his spear, but his arm is still bleeding, ready to fight with the overlord.

It's also an inevitable battle of fate. Fourth!

With the sword of the Cypriot and the sword of sacrifice in their hands, as they were now evenly matched, the blonde was temporarily subdued thanks to the help of the riders and the injuries of the saber.

Lightning and thunder thundered in the sword, and the blood on the sword numbed his body, and realizing that he could not be closely connected to the outside world, the sword bent down and kicked away the triumphant king with his small foot in combat boots with his small body.