Chapter 142 The Little Prince

On Christmas morning, heavy snow fell suddenly near the Somme River, and the wind and snow struck suddenly.

The Somme River had already been frozen at this time, and not long ago, a burst of black air suddenly burst from the bottom of the river, and the strange smell of death and decay filled the entire Somme River. There seems to be a line of text on it.

"Those who enter this door should give up all hope?" Clayton Selwyn stood by the river in a black robe, resembling an old bat with its wings tightened: "Is it the gate of hell described by the prophet Dante?" ? Is there really hell or the underworld?”

August Foley looked at the underwater lintel without anger and prestige: "History often turns into legends, and legends turn into legends..."

There was a sound of air friction and explosion, and Pierce appeared in front of Old Foley: "Mr. Foley, the people from the Eye of Danatus are here!"

"How many people are here?"

"More than 3,000 people! They all claim to be employees of the French Ministry of Magic, and they have surrounded us. Although we can enter the ruins in the core area immediately, the other party has now blocked the periphery, and the radius of more than ten kilometers has been blocked. They're completely locked down."

Clayton laughed a few times, his hoarse and gloomy voice made people shudder: "That stinky boy, Burles, is really generous! Why didn't he see that kid was so decisive when he was young..."

Pierce looked at the two big bosses who could still recall the past years here, and he was very anxious: "Mr. Foley, Mr. Selwyn! Our number is less than fifty, and the retainers you have mobilized are still there. If you haven't arrived, fifty vs. three thousand is no match at all!"

Clayton Selwyn ignored Pierce at all, but looked at Old Foley: "I didn't expect that we had already started mobilizing personnel the moment the ruins appeared, but Burres took the lead, old lion , Burres should have something that can sense the exact time when the ruins are opened, and there is probably a so-called Reaper's Remains in this ruins!"

"We must not let him get the remains of the god of death!"

"The Selwyn family doesn't trade at a loss..."

"A quarter!"

"Half……"

"One-third! Don't go too far, challenge the lion's wrath!"

"OK! OK! One-third is one-third, but I want the actual control of Northern Ireland and the Western Islands!"

"Yes!" The old Marquis Fuli directly agreed without blinking his eyes.

"Okay! Jie Jie Jie Jie... Come on, I like doing business with the Golden Lion family..." Clayton smiled sinisterly: "Get ready to evacuate!"

Pierce was puzzled: "What... what?"

Pierce looked at the old Marquis Foley again, at this time old Foley said coldly: "Prepare to evacuate!"

"Augus, long time no see! Are you going to leave just after we met? Isn't it a little too ruthless, my dear brother!"

In the white snowstorm, a cloud of black mist fell in front of several people, and a figure in tattered robes and a skull mask appeared in front of everyone.

Clayton: "Haha~ Burres, I didn't expect that the young master of the Welfare family, who was graceful, luxurious and domineering fifty years ago, was reduced to wearing tattered clothes,

Tsk tsk tsk... When did the Fuli family lose such a person! "

Old Foley looked at Burres and said coldly: "I've seen it before, what else is there? I'll leave the ruins to you, and we'll go first!"

Burles behind the mask frowned slightly, but then he returned to Gujing Wubo, and then saw Burles pointing at a pale boy behind the old welfare and the others: "You can go, but that child wants Give me!"

"What do you want him for?" Old Foley said, looking up and down Burres, as if trying to see Burres' true purpose.

At this time, Clayton couldn't help turning his head to look at Tom in the distance, with a little more playfulness and thought in his eyes.

"That child can't be given to you! Since there is nothing to talk about, let's fight a bloody way!"

Old Foley let out a loud cry, and then the golden lion scepter in his hand burst into ripples like water, and the tip of the scepter hit the ground hard, shaking the mountains in the next second, like a sudden earthquake.

With an order, the dozens of people present immediately entered into a fighting state, fifty against three thousand. The disadvantage of the number was revealed from the very beginning. Old Foley and the people around Clayton fell one by one. There were less than thirty people who could stand up.

...

At this time, on a hill far away from the battlefield, a group of troops gathered here.

A group of people are all wearing silver armor, holding two-handed giant swords, and horses galloping and neighing under their crotches.

One of the leading knights glanced at the man beside him without a helmet and asked sharply: "Padrak, where is Roland!? Why hasn't he arrived yet!!? If he doesn't come, we will launch a raid directly. If it is not for what? Sword of the Twelfth Knight, the Twelve Knights are not qualified to participate in this operation at all!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a small captain really has a big tone!" As soon as the words fell, a big man who approved the black armor kicked the talking small captain off his horse.

At this moment, a little guy with a smirk on his face jumped down from the black big horse: "Huacha, you have to spend time with bad mouth! Brother, why are you messing with this lunatic..."

"Shut up!" Black armor Roland shouted gloomily, Qin Weijie immediately put away his gloating expression.

"Captain! We are all King Arthur's warriors, we are all knights fighting for glory, please restrain your anger, my sword will cut through the darkness, our fists will crush injustice, our force is To protect the glory, not to aim at our brothers!" Qin Weijie said with a serious face, and the ability to change his face in an instant has been perfected.

Roland couldn't help covering his face and sighing at this moment, this kid is too good at acting, aren't you embarrassed? Just now, he was gloating and mocking the other party, but in a blink of an eye, they became brothers?

Patrick also looked at Roland in a daze at this time, and said in a low voice: "Roland, what did you do to this kid? I think he has a serious illness like this!"

When Padraic spoke, Qin Weijie was standing not far from him. Hearing Padraic's words, Qin Weijie immediately yelled loudly, instantly attracting the eyes of all the knights present:

"For glory! For justice! For King Arthur! For the creed of knights! Decaying darkness, I am not afraid of you, I will step down the darkness to find light! For the justice of this world, for the glory of knights! Fight! Fight! All Brothers, take up your weapons and fight! Until the last drop of blood is shed, as long as the darkness is cleared, you will die without regret!!"

"Death! I don't regret it!"

"I will die without regret!"

"I will die without regret!!"

Qin Weijie inexplicably made a pre-war mobilization, and everyone seemed to be mobilized, shouting loudly, and everyone's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Qin Weijie: "What are you waiting for! Kill those heretics!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of knights swarmed out, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. In the wind and snow, they left in a mighty way, with a cold light flashing on the silver armor. .

At this time, the captain of the Seventh Knights who was still lying on the ground watched his subordinates leave in a daze: "Fuck? Who am I? Where am I? What the fuck am I doing?"

Patrick looked at Roland with disbelief on his face: "Roland, are you a bit ruthless? There is something wrong with this kid's brain. He is a good person, and he has only been in your hands for a week... Tsk Tsk tsk...it's a pity..."

At this moment, Roland really had the urge to crush Qin Weijie to death. Taking advantage of Patrick's not paying attention, Roland sent a voice transmission to Qin Weijie in time: "Are you asked to add so much drama?!!"

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