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"Sigh... It's a bit too exciting for a horse to kill a chicken."

Upon hearing this, Skaha, who had withdrawn the teaching stick, snorted softly.

"The botched excuse is to fool someone? What about your courage to die? Know that you are afraid?"

Xia Ming paused and blinked.

"Provocation is useless to me, and this kid is very obedient, so put away your dissatisfied expression, teacher."

Da da da--

The teaching stick hit his palms again and again, and Skaha's shoulders collapsed slightly.

"Has anyone told you that you are good at letting down?"

Xia Ming's face suddenly became bitter.

"I won't tell you."

"what--?"

Skaha was dumbfounded, this answer was affirmative no matter how you heard it.

"Just forget what you don't want to say. I'm not interested in knowing it anyway."

Not interested in knowing you still ask?

Xia Ming rolled his eyes, the contempt of his face was obvious.

Skaha shook his head helplessly, and directly hit the silver head with a stick.

"Summon Servants, do you still want to learn?"

Xia Ming's eyes lit up, shaking his head up and down like garlic.

"Uh-huh!"

"Then give me a good attitude so that I can speak so well, and call it nicely, until I am satisfied."

"teacher!"

"Too ordinary."

"Dear teacher!"

"If you want to see me blush, then change my name."

"Dear!"

"It's not meant to make you kick your nose and eyes!"

Boom!

"pain--!"

"It's ugly, change one."

"No, this is not..."

"another."

"..."

The two teachers and students, whose relationship is becoming more and more complicated, skipped mentioning them. On the other side of the island, the three servants bravely rushed into the monster cave.

At this moment, they couldn't help but began to doubt the state of affairs they encountered.

It's not that they encountered a difficult enemy, or that they encountered an emergency situation.

Rather, it went too smoothly.

嗞嗞嗞——

The crimson thunder and lightning bounced and radiated in the darkness, and the violent natural mimicry showed the hideous fangs, and instantly penetrated the bodies of multiple enemies.

For monsters with stubborn vitality, it should not have been a fatal blow, but they gradually calmed down in the twitching.

--died.

"What are you doing?"

The buzzing sound sounded very uncomfortable. The heavy armored knight wearing a two-horned helmet carried the great sword on his shoulders and looked around impatiently.

"Are these guys running for their lives? They still look so disgusting because of them."

No wonder Mordred would make such a complaint.

Although she likes to say things like ravaging the enemy, she really wants to fight, and she hopes to fight a powerful enemy.

Of course she didn't hate the feeling of galloping on the battlefield to fight soldiers, but the current situation of the battle made her feel like she was being fooled.

Followers of Cthulhu.

She thought it would be a tough enemy, but she was disappointed in the end.

Is the opponent weak?

No, not weak, although Mordred can easily kill a piece, she can feel the threat posed by the opponent when they are in groups.

However, the tension felt so far.

Just like the complaint she just made, the other party looked like she was running away.

The fleeing enemy is still an enemy, and it is normal to bring a sense of threat.

However, that is also limited to this.

Mordred's interest in ravaging deserters belonged to the lowest level.

"Run away..."

Altria frowned.

Indeed, as Mordred said, their enemies should have been ambushing them, and it looked like they were running for their lives.

"The whole is scattered and panicked. Although it looks fierce, as long as you look closely, you can clearly feel the feeling of throwing a bet."

This is not the cunning that a wise beast should have, even a trap is a bit too abnormal.