This is My Heroic Path

"If I have time, I also hope to have a little practice with the court deacon." She continued.

Artoria frowned slightly. After all, she was only a teenage girl. Even though she had been practicing martial arts since she was a child, she was still a little annoyed when she heard such provocative words.

"Both of you, be quiet first. Are you embarrassed now that you haven't seen the king?" Lan Malok, who was following behind, scolded in a low voice, interrupting the meaningless conversation between the two girls.

Seeing that the two girls had stopped talking, An Zhiyu gave Lan Malok a thankful look.

This man is one of the knights of the round table. His strength is one of the best among the knights of the round table. Thirty knights are good spearmen.

Milo glanced at Ranmallock, then looked at the calm Arturia, smiled lightly, and didn't particularly care about the scolding just now.

She wants to improve her status in the king's heart, so it is necessary for King Arthur to notice herself first.

Of course, she didn't intend to rely on the previous conversations to increase her favorability, she just wanted to shine in the subsequent actions, and the previous conversation with King Arthur could make him pay attention to himself a little bit.

After all, if you want to attack the king, you must first have the opportunity to contact him. This action is an opportunity.

Finally, after this action, you can become a court deacon, or join the Knights.

In this way, the chances of being able to contact King Arthur will increase.

"The front is the territory of the foreign race." A knight riding in the front turned to look at the people behind him.

Everyone is fully motivated. In this kind of place, no one can relax at all, because no one knows what danger will happen here, and they may encounter danger if they are not careful.

An Zhiyu stepped on the stirrups first and got off the horse, the cloak on his shoulders fluttering in the wind.

"Everyone dismount and tie the horses nearby for the time being!"

Chapter 92

A group of people stepped on the dirt road and walked forward cautiously.

Artoria walked on the left of An Zhiyu, holding a red gun in her hand.

This is the weapon that An Zhiyu temporarily gave her, because this trip may be dangerous, and more powerful weapons are needed to protect herself and others.

Milo was wearing a light pink dress, with slender legs, and pink hair hanging down to her waist. She didn't look like someone who came to the battlefield at all, but rather a traveler, which made An Zhiyu have to pay attention The situation on her side.

This girl now represents the tribal leaders, and when the situation permits, he can take care of each other a little bit.

Milo obviously also noticed that An Zhiyu's footsteps were biased towards him, and there was a slight smile on his innocent-looking face, "The king is indeed very good."

She pushed back a strand of thin hair that was hanging down, and continued: "But...don't underestimate me."

An Zhiyu slowly approached the village, and there were knights guarding against the wind and grass around him, and behind this village, it would take a little longer for Bedivere to arrive because of the detour.

Therefore, during this period, they only need to determine the number of enemies first.

The further he walked, the more An Zhiyu felt something was wrong.

It was so quiet, it was eerily quiet.

"It's really strange... I didn't even see a foreign race along the way." Artoria said in a low voice.

"I have carefully checked my vicinity, and there is no ambush." ​​A knight said.

"It's because of this that it makes people feel more worried..." Lan Maloch said softly.

It was like the calm before the storm.

If the operation hadn't already started, he would even suggest that Wang should evacuate here now.

"Could it be an empty city plan?" An Zhiyu said to himself.

He really couldn't imagine what ambush the enemy could set up, and so far the "prophecy" has not been triggered.

In other words, he has not encountered any danger so far.

"King! There are changes in the village!"

At this time, the voice of the knight walking in front was full of surprise, and he took half a step back, stopping the people who were about to move forward.

"what happened?"

An Zhiyu took two steps forward, his pupils slowly widened when he saw the scene in front of him.

In this place where alien military camps are stationed everywhere, corpses all over the ground appear before them. They probably experienced an extremely desperate battle before their death. At this time, their pupils are all widened, and bloodstains are everywhere on the ground.

Alien race, no one survived!

"How could this be...?" Arturia also showed surprise. The death of these enemy soldiers was too miserable, and there was despair in every look.

What happened to him to show such an expression of reluctance?

"Go to check if there are any survivors in the village, and gather here in half an hour." An Zhiyu gave the order.

A group of knights began to search the vicinity carefully, and An Zhiyu was also looking around.

He has never seen a dead person, this is the first time, but for some reason, he doesn't feel nauseated, or even fearful, even though the gloomy environment makes people feel like he can't help but want to go up. Goosebumps arose, but he remained calm.

There was a faint sound of water coming from the dry well not far away, which seemed very strange in the quiet evening.

"Lily?" An Zhiyu turned his head and noticed that Arturia had walked to the dry well at some point, stroking a horse tied beside the dry well with his fingers.

The horse was lying on the ground at this time, without making a sound, as if it was about to die.

"There is still a living horse?" An Zhiyu looked at the horse in front of him suspiciously.