Chapter 1068 The Fate of Woodworth

"Huh... After a fight, I'm so tired, I'm going to rest!"

Okita-san wiped her forehead to wipe away the sweat that didn't exist.

Then the sun smiled brightly and went back to the clock tower.

"What's going on with that Okita-san..."

Matthew didn't know how to react, his face was full of confusion.

"Ah ha ha……"

"Hehehe..."

Gudazi and Artoria laughed dryly together.

They have actually found out.

But it's hard to talk about it.

"What's going on outside?"

Thinking of this question, several people rushed out of the city.

When they came to the gate of the city, the girls happened to see a large number of Fang soldiers giving up resistance, and all of them looked broken.

Woodworth escaped from their sight.

The patriarch who has always been regarded as the strongest of the teeth actually lost?

The collapse of faith made nearly 30% of the Fang soldiers choose to surrender.

"Where's Woodworth?"

"He escaped so suddenly that we didn't have time to stop him."

Grimm came before the three of them.

"However, Percival, Tristan, and Muramasa caught up together. With Woodworth in a badly injured state, it shouldn't be difficult to get rid of him."

"..."

Habe was silent.

She lowered her head, and her ear-like hat also drooped down.

Although the relationship with Reineke is not good, he has also secretly supported Ash's actions several times in the past, and he is undoubtedly a companion in terms of senses.

To get rid of her past companions in front of her eyes made her feel very complicated.

"We have defeated the strongest clan of Fangs. Now, our reputation will definitely be established in one go!"

Auberon came to them with a smile all over his face.

"Where have you been?"

"I've been cheering you on, didn't you hear me?"

Facing Arturia's cold eyes, Auberon smiled indifferently.

"Back to the point, the Clan of Fangs is undoubtedly the strongest card in Queen Morgan's hands. If we defeat them, we will impress many goblins. Weak and unanticipated labels will disappear soon, and we will be dissatisfied with the Queen. People from here are expected to come from all directions, you should be ready to become famous!"

For the past two thousand years, the Clan of the Fang has been the sharpest sword in the Queen's hand.

Even the king of the catastrophe Morse a thousand years ago was defeated by Woodworth.

Although in recent years, due to the appearance of fairy knights, the reputation of the Fang clan has been slightly weakened, but the strength of Fang has not weakened at all.

The round table army will become very famous immediately!

"Auberon, sorry to interrupt you during your victory speech, but I have very bad news!"

At this moment, little Da Vinci came to them with an ugly expression on his face.

"The goblin knight Gawain is leading his troops to the Forest of Autumn in Wales... which is your territory!"

…………

"Pfft!"

Woodworth clutched his chest and struggled to climb out of the river.

All the strength in his body seemed to be lost. After climbing ashore, he fell to the ground as if he lost his strength.

"I survived... I survived..."

He kept murmuring.

A few minutes ago, he escaped from Londinium and was chased by the three of Parcival.

Before he could even say a word, he was hit head-on.

The power of the Radiant Lord was already exhausted, and after being defeated by Okita Souji, his physical strength and magical power were almost exhausted, and his whole body was almost exhausted, so he was not an opponent of the three at all.

His brain crashed for a moment, he fell into the river, and was given several sips of water before he managed to regain his sanity.

Probably because of this, the three thought he was dead, which allowed him to escape.

"Forget about those two guys, Parcival, even you dare to do something to me!"

There was intense anger in Woodworth's eyes.

Losing to Souji Okita can only be regarded as inferior in skill.

Being bullied by Muramasa and Tristan, whom he once looked down upon, was just a moment in time and a moment in time.

Unexpectedly, even that little bastard Percival stabbed at him so resolutely!

"Oh! No, I have to find a place to heal my wounds...!"

When he got angry, he pulled the wound on his chest, making him groan.

Woodworth had to try his best to calm himself down.

"Reinforcements, the Queen sent reinforcements here... Although it's ugly, I can only rely on the Queen's reinforcements at this time."

Before, he felt that the queen's sending of reinforcements was an insult to his dignity.

I didn't expect to rely on reinforcements now.

This makes Woodworth very uncomfortable!

but.

The anger in his heart still couldn't be dispelled.

He has to ask the Queen for clarification no matter what!

Why not trust him?

Don't trust him who is the most loyal to her?

To actually hand over the command of all the Queen's Army, including the soldiers of the teeth, to the generals of the reinforcements?

What a joke!

Is his two thousand years of loyalty so worthless?

This kind of thing can never be forgiven!

"Oh, it's as ugly as expected, Mr Woodworth?"

Woodworth froze suddenly.

He turned his head slowly and looked in the direction of the sound.

"The legendary Clan Chief of the Tooth, isn't that extraordinary, Mr. Red Beryl?"

"That's not the case, Miss Green Spinel. Objectively speaking, Lord Woodworth is strong enough, but the opponent is stronger."

Beryl walked in front of Woodworth at a leisurely pace.

He lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.

"It's just that war is meaningless if you don't succeed! Lord Woodworth's defeat can only prove that you are still a useless piece of trash! Oh, don't get me wrong, of course I respect you very much, but this It’s the truth, isn’t it? I believe the Queen will not rely on trash anymore, right?”

The yin and yang are strange, pulling the banner.

His words were extremely hateful, like an introduction, instantly ignited the powder keg of Woodworth.

"Beryl, you eggless bastard!"

Woodworth's eyes were red, and he stood up straight without thinking, completely ignoring the wound on his chest, and grabbed Beryl's head with his claws!

With his strength, with this claw, Beryl's head would burst into blood mist like a watermelon on the spot.

"So weak."

But something he couldn't see clearly stood in front of him.

It was a white silk thread.

The fingers of Tristan the Fairy stretched out thin lines, binding him like a puppet.

Woodworth couldn't move.

The little strength he had just recovered was not enough for him to break free!

"Excuse me, Lord Woodworth? You see how much I respect you, and I still call you a waste like an adult?"

Beryl held out his hand in front of him.

With a smile, he tore open the wound on his chest, and put his hand into his chest cavity.

His smiling face suddenly rose ferociously.

"No balls, no balls, I'll let you say no balls!"

The old man in the family is going to the temple again, and he will see him off tomorrow morning, and there will be two more. Eighty-year-old people don’t go to the hospital when they are sick, they only know how to go to the temple, indulge in studying Buddhism, praying, repenting, and spend five or six hours a day chanting scriptures. I really don’t know what to do, alas.