My Sister is Arturia

Arthur filled the longbow in his hand, and the tight bowstring tightened his fingers. The bow and arrow shot into the eyeball of a tall Viking not far away with the sound of howling wind, and the red and white liquid burst out. Before that, Arthur had only killed pigs. The hesitation and unacceptability that should have been in the first killing did not appear at all. Arthur himself felt strange to adapt to the battle. Se, there is no time to consider the reason.

The blood stimulated the surrounding soldiers to hack and slash more bravely. The battle was here, the advantage of ambush had disappeared, and the rest was head-to-head slashing. The bravery of the Vikings was manifested at this time, in the unilateral slaughter. After hundreds of people, the remaining Vikings finally stabilized their positions. When the number of Viking warriors dropped sharply, they would not have the slightest timidity and hesitation when facing an army that was almost three times their size. When facing two or three soldiers, human warriors will not be at a disadvantage, and the axe they swivel can even chop down a group of people at once, but this is only facing the peasant army in the town.

Arthur, who killed people in the first battle, did not feel uncomfortable. War is like this. The blood on the battlefield will make you forget everything except killing. There will be no cowardly people on the battlefield. Those who will either become the kings of war, or turn to dust early.Arthur clenched the long sword in his hand, wearing a not too heavy chain armor, surrounded by soldiers from Orkney County, they were holding a regiment and advancing towards the lone Viking warriors, Facts have proved that their tactics are very successful. Even the Vikings, who are as strong as beasts, have nothing to do when faced with many people. One person and one sword can stab a powerful Viking warrior with holes all over his body. .There are dozens of chapters like Arthur, they are all formally trained Orkney County, and the war is getting closer and closer.

When the number of Vikings in front of him was getting smaller and smaller, there was a commotion somewhere on the battlefield.A Viking with a height of more than two meters, with a naked upper body, scars all over his body indicate his bravery, a huge axe half the size of a person is constantly waving in his hand, and he shouts a deafening cry of killing, An axe chopped down a big tree beside him, overwhelming several people behind him. There were several arrows stuck in his body, but they could only be nailed to his flesh wounds, it was difficult to penetrate his muscles. Bravery began to frighten the soldiers. After beheading some who dared to rush forward, some soldiers began to retreat in fear, and retreating meant more deaths.

A knight in full body armor stood in front of the huge Viking with a blood-stained sword. In front of the tall Viking, the knight looked quite thin, and the surrounding militiamen consciously stepped aside. Come out vacant.

The big axe went from top to bottom, and the sound of breaking through the air made the surrounding air tremble. The knight rolled on the spot nimbly, and the axe sank deep into the ground where the knight stood just now. Even the Viking couldn't pull it out all at once. Come out, the Viking roared, grabbed the axe in both hands and wanted to pull it out. Of course, the knight would not miss such a good opportunity. The knight jumped from behind the Viking to him, raised his long sword, and took out from the Viking's The shoulder blade was stabbed sharply, and the long sword was inserted at the end. It was painful just looking at it. I am afraid that this time it has penetrated the lungs.The Viking roared, blood spurting out of his mouth, and there were no other companions standing beside him, and the axe still hadn't been pulled out.

The heroic knight fell steadily to the ground, and the drawn long sword brought out red blood and ripples.

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Chapter 22 Bedivere joins the team (recommendation ticket for monthly ticket)

Holding the axe tightly in both hands, he gasped and knelt down on one knee. He knelt in front of the knight. The blood hole in his shoulder blade continued to spurt blood. Even under such serious injuries, there was no death. People cannot be underestimated.

The knight took off his blood-stained helmet, revealing a pair of short brown hair and a beautiful face that was completely inconsistent with force. The girl knight did not breathe at all, frowned and said, "A Viking with giant blood? Are you? Strong opponent, what are your last words?"

This is the knight's respect for a valiant foe.

"The flame, will surely, burn you Britain, we Vikings, will bring death to you." The Viking said word by word in rusty English, his voice was hoarse, and he lost his previous momentum.

"It's a pity that you can't see that moment, all the enemies will be defeated in front of my guardian sword of the end." The girl did not waver or hesitate at all, the long sword called "the guardian sword of the end". Sticking to the throat of the enemy in front of him, the long sword easily tore the rough skin and cut the trachea, just like the name of the long sword itself, ending everything.

"Bedwell!!"

"Bedwell!!"

"Bedwell!!"

The militiamen armed with scythes and hammers raised their weapons and shouted the names of their heroes, and when the last Viking fell, the battle was finally over.

After a tiring battle, Gavin, Arturia, Arthur and others rested in the small town for a night, and the hero of this battle, Bedivere, decided to decide after learning the destination of Arthur and others. Following Arthur and the others, Bedivere also planned to go to Camelot to participate in the grand ceremony of choosing the King of Britain.

In fact, Bedivere is not a guard knight in this small town, or a noble living in this small town, she is just a knight who is traveling to Camelot, as to why she is trapped in this small town , As a result, he fought with the Viking pirates, and unexpectedly became the temporary leader of the small town militia self-defense regiment, which started ten days ago.

"I traveled here, but because a farmer's farm tools were damaged, he took a farmer who didn't know the way into the small town to repair the farm tools. After seeing the poverty of the slum, he voluntarily distributed all the money to the poor people. Afterwards, because I had no money, I worked in a small town to save travel expenses. By building city walls, painting walls, and temporarily selling alcohol in bars, I became fully acquainted with the commoners within a week, and then I got a Weekly salary, when I was about to leave, I encountered a Viking pirate besieged city. After the nobles and armaments of the small town abandoned the city and escaped, I used the contacts accumulated within a week to form a temporary civilian self-defense force, and Vikings. The pirates were furious until you guys came here, Knight Gavin."

After listening to Bedivere's narration, Arthur was silent for a moment.

Isn't this a typical example of being constantly involved in trouble because of the good-natured character!Such a person is definitely a proper event maker!Or it's not an exaggeration to say that it is a group destroying machine!

Gavin's troops didn't lose much, because it was an ambush operation, and the Vikings rushed out of the forest, only a dozen people were killed and nearly a hundred people were injured, but for this team. Even an army of only [-] was hit hard.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers were placed on the hills and piled up with stones. After a simple ceremony, Arthur, Artoria, Merlin, Garra Khan, Lancelot, and Bedivere followed. Wen continued to move in the direction of Camelot.

The Orkney County troops will continue their mission of searching for witches in Orkney County after they are repaired in place.

Arthur and the others walked through the woods and over the hills, and Camelot got closer and closer.

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Chapter 23 There can't be so many mercenaries in a frontier town! (seeking a monthly ticket)

The border town of Wessex is a town that doesn't even have a name. Because there is a trading post around it, the size of the town is quite acceptable, but it can only be considered acceptable.

Randomly built shacks for storing goods can be seen everywhere. Goats, horses, chickens and ducks and other livestock are concentrated at the entrance of the town for trading. Wessex women wrapped in rough burlap turbans usually Carrying out the fresh milk and goat milk with a fishy smell, exchange some necessities of life in the market, or sell it to the milk merchants who come to buy fresh milk for some copper coins in the area. Will be on the table of the nobles, of course, only the freshest processed cow's milk will be selected.

Market transactions like this are not often held. Only when merchants from the Kingdom of Wessex or merchants from other places pass by with their goods, will they be spontaneously acted by the residents of the town. Conduct market transactions.

The south of England, or in other words, the goods exported from Orkney and Wessex to each other, after passing through the trading post, will stop briefly in this frontier town, and then be sent to the south of Hadrian's Wall in England. everywhere.

As for the northern part of Hadrian's Wall, it is a barbaric land considered to be inhabited by uncivilized peoples. According to legends, the scene of the transaction is not consistent with each other and hacked to death frequently. Only powerful caravans and desperadoes happen. , gamblers who take a chance and go to the north of Hadrian's Wall to do business.

However, today's market did not start because of the merchants in the past. In fact, the market has been open for a while...

"Why are there so many mercenaries in this town? This is really the border town of the unnamed Wessex Kingdom. Are you sure it's not some sort of unnamed Wessex Kingdom's military town?"

Arthur looked at the map repeatedly to confirm that he had not gone wrong. Originally, the maps of this era were not very convincing, even the strategic maps that the nobles carried by Gavin were the same.

The best example is that the border town of Wessex, which was originally marked on the map as a smaller scale, turned out to be such a lively place.

Except for the people who knew at first glance that they were civilians, in this small town, armed men wearing armor, weapons, and longbows can be seen everywhere, and they can appear in the town on such a scale, except for the local nobles In addition to the armed forces, there are only mercenaries who wandered around and acted only for money, and were legally hired.

In the small town in front of you, there are more than 200 mercenary regiments stationed, and the mercenary regiment consumes a lot of food and daily necessities every day, which brings a lot of income to the town residents who just had a good harvest in autumn , the businessmen who were closer to the surrounding area also came here one after another.

"I don't know why there is a mercenary group here. After we see the nobles here, we should be able to understand."

Gavin took the map and confirmed it again.

"Oh—! This is the finest leather!"

And when Arthur and Gavin were studying the map, Merlin had already ran to a leather stall in the market and touched the leather in front of him like a treasure.

"The little girl is quite knowledgeable, this is a very good quality hide! Because I heard that there are mercenary groups here, so I brought them here to sell them. How about it, did the little girl buy it for the mercenary group? Like this? Leather armor made of raw hides may be able to withstand bows and arrows!"

The uncle at the back of the booth was selling enthusiastically. As for resisting bows and arrows, it was just a sales pitch.

"En, it's really good, how much! I've always only sewed sackcloth or something. I really want to try to make a leather armor with my own hands!"

Merlin, who loves sewing and making clothes, already has stars in her eyes. The old tree root presented by the Fairy of Hushan is carried by her with a rope behind her back.Sometimes Arthur would think, instead of giving an old tree root called a wand, it would be more appropriate to give Merlin an advanced and super-era foot-operated sewing machine.

"Although I don't really need it, if you have to give me leather armor for self-defense, Merlin, I'm not unacceptable. I will protect you more in the future."