I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

I don't know if it was the illusion of the cursed wrist or not, but the dignified knight seemed to have cut in a tone that was very incompatible with her appearance.

"For these people, I will not lose!"

Cursed wrist held his right hand.

Even if it turns into a devil!

Siddija patted his forehead with some headache.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate, there is only one servant in this village, Hassan the Cursed Arm.

He looked at a servant on the mountain before. Although the distance was scary, he was sure that the other party understood his intention, so he had no intention of sniping him, but he was probably still on his way. If He's here, and maybe he can sit down and have a good talk, but before that he has to make sure to subdue the Cursedwrist without killing Hassan the Cursedwrist and making sure that Hassan doesn't blew himself up.

Well, it's pretty simple.

"Even if I dedicate my entire body to the Demon God, I will repel you!"

Ugh, I plan to use the self-destruction skill as soon as I come up.

The corner of Sidica's eyes picked up, and the breath emanating from the strange right arm of the curse wrist even felt a little troublesome. He could not guarantee that he would be able to subdue the curse wrist before it was swallowed by that force. The biggest possibility is that He chopped off that arm.

Cursed Arm only felt a flash of light in front of him, and the pair of Sidica who was about to fight him disappeared.

"We are not your enemies."

The slender fingers fell into the arm of the curse wrist, and the curse wrist bent down subconsciously due to the severe pain looked at Sidika who appeared beside him in disbelief.

"when!"

"I'll prove it to you now," Siddija slammed his fist on the back of the Curse Wrist.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the flying dust, the upper body of the curse wrist completely sank into the soil, leaving only two legs twitching there.

"What's the difference between the result and mine," Mordred put his arms around his chest.

"It's really rude, I didn't kill him, and I also stopped him from using his self-destruction skills," Sidica spread her hands.

"By the way, the movement you made is too big," Satou pointed to the people who were attracted by the sound not far away, probably recognizing that the twitching leg next to Sidika was a curse wrist, and they were full of faces. Looking at Sidica, who was the murderer, in horror, "Not only will we fail to form an alliance, but a bunch of enemies will probably be erected."

"Pfft—" Mordred laughed out loud.

The corner of Hiddika's mouth twitched and took a step towards the terrified people.

"Let's talk about the future-"

Before he could finish speaking, the people dispersed, and when they appeared again, there were all kinds of weapons in their hands, although most of them were sticks that didn't seem to have any lethality, but they aimed their weapons at it. Hidicah.

Hidicah was petrified.

"This scene is really good," Mordred clapped his hands vigorously, because the facial muscles that were hit by Hidicah destroyed cough, cough, and made people handsome. She couldn't exaggerately laugh, but she showed The understatement of the smile is more sarcastic.

The corner of Sidica's eyes jumped fiercely, and he was actually laughed at by Mordred, which was a shame in his life.

He imagined countless possibilities and prepared a number of all-purpose solutions, but these solutions were all based on the premise that Mordred was excluded.

Speaking of narcissism, he didn't think he would be rejected by the villagers at all, that's right!If Mordred is not rejected, then he is even less likely to be rejected!

But in the current situation, it was obvious that they only rejected him, probably because he prepared Mordred too well, and they didn't even aim their weapons at Mordred, a very obvious knight.

He misunderstood the importance of Hassan the Cursedwrist in this village. For a group of refugees who are helpless in the troubled times, providing them shelter and protecting them Hassan the Cursingwrist is the same as their reborn parents.

And Hidicah had just smashed the curse wrist into the ground.

Even he can't reverse their favorability immediately, especially Mordred, who has a bad face, has been turned into a dignified girl by him, as long as he doesn't say too much, he won't reveal it at all.

Chapter No.17 welcome welcome

Bedwell, the most important and easily overlooked role in the legend of King Arthur, is mainly because he witnessed the death of King Arthur, and the most easily overlooked because he seems to only play the role of the last witness. As a Knight of the Round Table, his strength is only stronger than that of ordinary knights, and he is far worse than other Knights of the Round Table.

In return for Wang's recognition of him, he has always tried his best to do everything he can, but he still made a mistake once.

The only time he didn't follow the king's orders.

Bedwell opened his eyes, and the feeling of being hit by a hammer on his chest made it difficult for him to breathe.

Oh yes, I did get smashed, but not with a hammer, but with Galahad's shield. Has Lord Lancelot been beaten like this all the time?

As expected of him!

By the way, where am I?

Bedwell sat up and looked around in confusion.

carriage?

But what about horses?

"Ah~ you're awake!" Fujimaru Rika quickly walked over to the sports car and folded her hands together, "I'm sorry, I forced you to do such a difficult thing just now."

"I'm sorry!" Matthew also followed up with an apologetic face.

"It's okay, no, it should be said that my memory just now is a little fuzzy," Bedwell rubbed his chest.

There are obvious faults in his memory, the shield in his field of vision is getting bigger and bigger, and then his consciousness is interrupted, and then he is connected to the present, but the stinging pain in his body is reminding him that it was not an illusion just now.

"I'm sorry, I've deliberately stopped!"