People are in the moon, The Sims

[After becoming the Wolf King, I realized that the current situation can be said to be extremely troubled. 】

On the front line, Gray put away his diary. As he became the Wolf King, Gray participated in more and more battles, and the number of dead souls on his hands was increasing.

Although the speaker himself hated war and tried to shorten the war, the war situation was indeed not that ideal.

Gray is like the cold wind coming from across the sea, which is constantly eroding this land. In the eyes of those Celts, Gray has indeed become the wolf king haunting death, occupying a corner of the area east and south of London, and Oxford was completely transformed into the front line of the Saxon battle.

Now east of Norrie, London, and the Isle of Wight, the Saxons have begun to take root here. Although the land is not large, they, the wanderers, finally have an area in this new land that they can call their territory and home.

This is the result of many years of tug-of-war. After working hard to this point, Gray believes that even if one day he will reach the end, the Celtics will no longer be able to expel the Saxons, but he can still do it now of more.

Writing down all his thoughts in a diary became something Gray would do every day when he was not fighting.

Although the sentence "Who is a serious person keeps a diary?" will always pop up in his mind, he is too cold at the top and the pressure of being a leader is huge. Gray also wants to talk about it, even if it is just in written words, maybe, in Maybe someone in the past few hundred years will be lucky enough to read these experiences and inner words that I wrote down, and maybe they will be able to resonate with them.

Gray carefully wrapped the trophies he had obtained on the battlefield, along with the letters he had written home, and prepared to send people back home. It is not that no one has questioned his decision over the years, but after the people's lives became more stable, All doubts were silenced.

It's obviously not a long time, but for Gray, this is simply the most tiring period of time.

During this period of time, Gray also received a not-so-good news, that is, his cheap teacher Bahrain passed away. He did not die on the battlefield, but died in a fight with his brother. Perhaps this It's not bad news for them, at least they themselves are not killing each other.

However, for Balin, the strongest knight before the Round Table era, killing his brother to death was definitely something he would regret for the rest of his life, far more than the various tragedies he had cast with his own hands. .

In this series of events, the Fisher King was partly to blame. If the Fisher King wasn't old and seriously injured and unable to participate in the battle, Gray would have wanted to cut off the Fisher King's head during the battle. Vent your somewhat selfish anger.

"Enemy attack!!"

After hearing the sound outside the house, Gray stood up directly. Compared to his youth, he was a bit taller now. His original leather armor was replaced by armor, and his snow-white wolf fur scarf was blown up in the wind. He had a wolf tail and a scar on his face, making that handsome face a little more ferocious and wild.

Outside the Great Wall defense line erected by the Saxons, knights wearing white elite armor are attacking with all their strength. These knights in black armor who look completely opposite to those of the Northland knights were founded by the so-called Chosen King Altos. Knights of the Round Table.

After these white knights became a barrier for the Saxons to advance, Gray once lamented that if he had directly assassinated Altos, the Saxons' advance would have been smoother, but there is no what if.

On the battlefield, a knight with light blond hair wearing silver armor and holding a silver knight's sword was waving the weapon in his hand. Flames flashed from time to time on the silver knight's sword. This brave knight was exactly that One of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, named Gawain!

"Even if it's not in the daytime, as the king's right-hand man, I will not lose to anyone! Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, is here!"

The flames forced the soldiers back, leaving scorched black marks on the ground. This smooth progress made Gawain couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, he was the most competent right-hand man of the king. The new Lancelot stepped aside. Stop!

"If we just push back the defense line like this, the Saxons have nothing to fear!"

Just when Gawain was about to use flames to directly break up the defense line, winter began to spread rapidly from the other side of the defense line. A blizzard came at this moment, and white frost and ice covered the city wall. In the wind and snow, wolves The howl came from afar.

The blood-red eyes loomed in the storm, the armor came into contact with the ice, and then the sound of shattering approached step by step, like stepping on a person's heartbeat.

"You are so arrogant. Then I will teach you a lesson for Altos."

Chapter 22: Your sun is not enough to melt the ice and snow

In the wind and snow, Gray's shadow slowly emerged, holding a homemade menthol cigarette in his mouth. As a man, it is inevitable that he will be stressed when he grows up. It has become Gray's habit to use menthol cigarettes to relieve his stress.

He gently exhaled a smoke ring, and soon disappeared into the cold wind. Apart from the frost-like coldness in his gray-green eyes, there was also a bit of imperceptible vicissitudes, and at the same time, another one in the wind and snow A white wolf made of frost also appeared.

"Is this Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table? Do you know that I am fighting the Knight of the Round Table!"

A slightly mocking smile appeared on Gray's face. Looking at the young knight in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head. Are all the Knights of the Round Table in Altos so confident?

Gawain immediately took a fighting stance, and the knight's sword in his hand emitted a dazzling fire. In this dark night and snowstorm, it seemed to be the direction and hope of the entire Knights of the Round Table on this battlefield, and it was the only torch in the snowstorm. , guiding the companions forward, which is why the confidence of the entire Knights of the Round Table present has not diminished.

Otherwise, the great reputation that Gray has achieved over the years would be enough to scare the young King Arthur and the Northern Demonic Dragon. Now even if King Arthur wants to eat them in one bite, he has to consider the consequences. In the same way, the Northern Dragon The same goes for that demon dragon.

However, the current Knights of the Round Table have indeed blocked the Saxons from continuing to occupy this land. Perhaps in the eyes of the Celts, this can be regarded as a certain victory. Without that king, I am afraid that the Saxons His footprints have already covered the entire southern part of the British island.

"Did you show up? The Wolf King who came across the sea! Let me, King Arthur's right-hand man, break your undefeated myth today!"

Gawain's tone was very serious, and his smile and tone revealed unimaginable confidence. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Isn't the purpose of training day after day to share the worries for his king? As long as they can defeat the man in front of them, their king can unify the entire southern part of Great Britain.

At that time, they could also concentrate on attacking the humble king in the north without having to worry about the Saxons behind them taking this opportunity to continue to invade the land. Among the Knights of the Round Table, basically everyone had this idea.

At the moment, Lancelot is in the north guarding against the humble king's actions, so it's up to him to defeat this wolf that comes across the sea!

Gawain raised the knight's sword in his hand, and the flames wrapped around his body to dispel the cold and the spreading ice. He swung it to both sides, easily cutting off the ice wolf's neck, and rushed towards the center of the blizzard.

Gray watched the knight in front of him just wave his swords in his hands. The blizzard became more intense. Ice and snow covered the entire land. Countless ice cones appeared. At the same time, countless icy snow lotuses began to bloom on this land. Here, Within the scope of the blizzard blowing and the blooming ice lotus, the flames of the holy sword in Gawain's hand also seemed to have withered a lot along with this change.

If someone could see the flow of magic power, they would understand that the magic power on the magic sword in Gawain's hand is being continuously absorbed by Gray and turned into Gray's own power.

At the same time, a huge ice wall spread from the front of the defense line, blocking all the Knights of the Round Table who were preparing to attack on the other side of the defense line.

"Okay, the fun is over. This line of defense that I am on cannot be crossed by you under any circumstances."

Gawain looked at the man in front of him who was beginning to release the pressure, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. At this moment, Gawain realized that he seemed a little hasty. The man in front of him seemed to be more powerful than he thought, but if he didn't try to fight, he would How can you be sure that you can't beat him?

Thinking of this, Gawain took a step forward, and when he was about to use the knight's sword to set off a flame, Gray appeared in front of him. The ice sword collided with the sun sword in Gawain's hand, and the frost and The flames canceled each other out, creating a cloud of white water vapor, which then disappeared into the blowing cold wind.

Then, Gray's dagger stabbed the neck of the Knight of the Round Table in front of him at a tricky angle. Gawain quickly twisted his body to avoid the attack, but he was naturally kicked by Gray after he had exhausted all his means. On the stomach.

The low temperature of the ice made Gawain's armor a little fragile, so the white armor cracked under the kick of this magical explosion, but fortunately it was not broken directly, but it also made Gawain suffer a lot. s damage.

"Well....."

Gawain rolled around on the ground twice and then got up. Before he could make a counterattack, the Frost Wolves rushing in the blizzard had already arrived in front of the knight.

Gawain slashed forward with the knight sword in his hand, and at the same time hit another ice wolf with his fist, "Don't underestimate me! I am a Knight of the Round Table no matter what!"

Gray spit out the menthol tobacco in his mouth and then sighed, "I heard that you can show 2 to 3 times your strength under the sun? I'm looking forward to your performance at that time, but it's a pity that you are too weak now. ”

This was the first time someone said that he was weak in front of Gawain, and it also made Gawain feel a little unwilling.

"Damn it...Although it is far inferior to my king, how can I let you underestimate me!! Even if it is not daylight, the flame in my hand will still not go out!"

Gawain threw the knight's sword into the air. In this dark night, within the scope of the blizzard, an artificial sun seemed to appear in the sky. Under the feet of the Knight of the Round Table, a sun blazing blazing coat of arms also appeared. Rotation molding.

"This light dispels the night. What shines on the earth is the unchanging protection. - [Sword of Rotating Victory]!"

The blade returned to Gawain's hand, and then it bloomed outwards, and the raging fire swept outwards, seeming to want to melt the winter that was swept by the blizzard.

It's just that this momentary burst of power from the sun was, first of all, not under the sun, and secondly, the ice lotuses blooming all over the ground absorbed some of this blazing magic power.

Gray looked at the little sun that appeared in the snowstorm and couldn't help but sigh, but that was all. The magic power was condensed on the two swords. Over the years, he had grown not only in size, but also in many unique skills. Research creates.

The magic power exploded outward like the Wind King's hammer, and became even sharper under this home field. Taken together, it should be enough to deal with the spreading flames in front of me. With the explosion of magic power, the blizzard rolled up an ice tornado, and at the same time there was a chill. Wherever the wind passes, it seems that even the space is slowly freezing and becoming slower.

Chapter 23: Altos! Altos——!!

The flame that is constantly burning forward like the sun seems to be blocked at this moment. A figure covered in frost is moving forward quickly. The frost sword in his hand is aimed at the throat of the knight in white armor in front of him. Cut it off.

For Gray, it doesn't matter that he doesn't have a large-scale fatal attack. When the enemy uses such power, he only needs to freeze everything and let the frost spread along with the flowing time, then he can be here Arrive in front of the enemy in advance in the snow and wind, and directly terminate such an attack.

That's it for now!

Gawain's eyes widened, and his body seemed to be completely blocked by ice. Although he could still move, it seemed to have slowed down countless times, and even his consciousness had slowed down.

"Gawain, Knight of the Round Table? Farewell."

Gray's words mixed with the breath of mint tobacco floated in front of Gawain. Gawain tried his best to adjust his posture, but the sword in Gray's hand still penetrated his shoulder and continued to move towards his neck.

"Wind King Hammer——!"

Just after the long sword had cut through the skin of Gawain's neck, the heavy hammer composed of wind elements swept out from the side, causing Gray to adjust his posture to the side, temporarily letting go of his plan to directly chop off the knight's head in front of him. At the same time, a knight's gun with a special shape thrust out from the wind and snow, and a girl wearing white armor directly attacked Gray.

The long sword in Gray's hand constantly collided with the spear in the hand of the young knight in front of him. Ice flowers bloomed on the tip of the spear. Gray was still holding a cigarette, with a confident and steady look on his face, and then the dagger in his hand crossed There was a crescent moon-like light, and accompanied by a wolf howl, a huge frost wolf opened its mouth and bit the young knight's armor.

Then several more Frost Wolves appeared, attacking the girl in front of them and taking her to the other side of the battlefield.

At this time, Gray raised his head and looked at Gawain, the previous Knight of the Round Table. Looking at the young king standing next to the Knight of the Round Table in the wind and snow, holding a golden holy sword and wearing white armor, Gray had something in his eyes. A bit nostalgic.

"Altos...after so many years, you really haven't changed at all, no...you still have changed a little bit. Are you under too much pressure, so you are obsessed with it?" Wear women’s clothes?”

In Gray's eyes, the young king in front of him had a strange expression. He kept the same face as when they first met, with the same bunted hair, and the same strange dull hair.

But when they met for the first time, the young king in front of them had just drawn the Sword of King Selection and was still wearing the training uniform of a trainee knight. In these years of fighting, the two of them had met once or twice from a distance. But this was the first time since then that we could communicate face to face, and the young king in front of us at this moment was actually wearing a war skirt.

Gray occasionally doubted the gender of the young king in front of him, but girls' chests shouldn't be that flat.

Therefore, Gray came to the conclusion that just as he had developed the habit of smoking and writing diaries due to excessive pressure, the King Arthur in front of him also liked to wear women's clothing due to excessive pressure.

I just heard that this young king has a queen, but wouldn't that queen feel inferior because the young king in front of her keeps his youthful appearance and wears women's clothes? After all, if the young king in front of him lets his hair down and combines it with his sister's appearance, it can be confirmed that King Arthur dressed as a woman is definitely a first-class beauty.

King Arthur who appeared in front of Green did not answer Gray's question. At this moment, they were enemies on opposite sides. Needless to say, all they needed to give back to the other side was the sword in their hands.

"Back off, Gawain... Night is not your main battlefield, not to mention that you are already injured and you need to rest."

"king!"

There was a trace of worry in Gawain's eyes, but looking at his king's firm eyes, as a knight, he still lowered his head, then gritted his teeth and quickly retreated, preparing to command other knights of the Round Table to attack this line of defense.

Gray raised his eyebrows, and a Frost Wolf headed directly towards the retreating Gawain. After being melted by the retreating Sun Knight with burning flames, Gray gave up the idea of ​​pursuing it.

So what if I didn't chop off the head of the Knight of the Round Table? The frost has invaded the body of the Knight of the Round Table. Gray can feel that the flames displayed by Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, rely on the holy sword in his hand, not his own magic power, which is of the fire attribute. In this way, it has invaded the body. The frost can't be easily removed.

From today onwards, Knight of the Round Table Gawain, as long as the frost that invades the body is not eliminated for a day, he will not be able to return to his peak for a day, and even the wound on his shoulder will not be able to heal completely.

It's a pity that the sword that struck the neck of Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, seemed to be a little shallow. Otherwise, the Knight of the Round Table would not even be able to retreat normally. The two swords in his hands were equivalent to being coated with poison.

What? Are you saying this is not fair enough?

Greg has never said that he is an upright knight. In order for the Saxons to take root in this land, he has done some things that he does not like to do. He has already reached this point. For the sake of his tribe, he was called sinister by the enemy. so what?

Seeing King Arthur in front of him slightly turning his head and looking at the girl knight who was dragged away by the ice and snow wolves not far away, Gray lightly shrugged his shoulders. As the summoner of the ice and snow wolves, of course he still You can feel that the knight is constantly waving the spear in his hand, destroying his dependents.

But despite this, Gray did not intend to give the king in front of him time to react, "Arthur! Where are you looking? As my old enemy, then focus on me alone on the battlefield! Otherwise, If I had to pay the price with my life, I would feel a little defeated!!"

Gray spit out the cigarette in his mouth, and the frost condensed on his body and turned into ice armor. The protrusions on the armor looked like sharp wolf claws and fangs.

Just like an ancient glacier venting outwards, Gray was an unstoppable cold current that hit King Arthur directly.

Seeing Altos in front of him blocking his heavy impact with the golden sword in his hand, Gray's fighting enthusiasm began to rise, "Very good, that's it! Altos! I have been waiting for this day for a long time!" !”

Chapter 24: The existence from the ancient wilderness

As early as the time of choosing the king, after learning about his old enemy, Gray had already expected such a day. As King Arthur's rule became more and more stable, Gray understood that one day no one would attack this line of defense. No longer a Knight of the Round Table, but the King. For Gray, such a day is the day of decisive battle.

As long as he can defeat this king and severely damage the Knights of the Round Table, for Gray, his minimum mission has been completed.

Because by then the Celtics will be unable to attack this line of defense, and the next step is for the Saxons to advance steadily, and one day they will become the masters of this land.

But it is not an easy task to bite off such a piece of meat. For this reason, Gray is already prepared to die with the Knights of the Round Table and their king, but not yet.

Because there is still a demon dragon lying in the north. When they and the Knights of the Round Table collide with each other and both lose, there is no guarantee that the demon dragon in the north will go south directly and take everything under his wings.

However, if you now traumatize the king in front of you and his knights, then maybe in the eyes of the northern demon dragon, this is a piece of fat that attracts him. If that demon dragon chooses to act, You might be able to take advantage of it and become the final winner.

However, even though Gray has been the Wolf King for so many years and has had several conflicts with the dragon in the north, he still can't understand what the old guy is planning. He has a feeling that he is constantly accumulating power, but In addition to knight warriors, what other forces can be used in this era?

This confusion has been lingering in Gray's mind, but during the current battle, of course he will not continue to think about the northern dragon. Just like what he said to King Arthur in front of him, now that he has identified the other party as his old enemy, On the battlefield, you should keep your eyes on your old enemy!

The repeated collisions between Gray and King Arthur in front of him caused cracks to appear on the ground. At the same time, Gray's power in wielding his weapons became stronger and stronger. He began to intentionally push the battlefield away from the battle line. The destructive power produced by the two of them was really beyond compare. Specifications, if Yu Bo accidentally destroys their Saxon defense line, it will be more than worth the gain.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the wind and snow, and then disappeared into the howl of the ice and snow wolf. This battlefield was completely divided by the increasingly severe blizzard in the central area. Without the combat power of the Knights of the Round Table, there was no way to enter this battlefield. central area.

At this moment, Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, is injured and can only return to the battle line to command other knights to fight. Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, is being surrounded by a large number of Frost Wolves. The other Knights of the Round Table are wary of the dragon from the north and have not yet arrived. This southern battlefield.

If it weren't for Gawain who could see the golden magical light passing through the blizzard from time to time, as a sun knight, he would really want to rush directly into the center of the battlefield and fight side by side with his king.

At this moment, Gawain could only keep telling himself that their king is a victorious king and has not lost a game so far. If this is the case, then the outcome of this battle should not be any different.

In the circle of the blizzard, the golden magic brought up a gust of cyan wind, and along with the slashing of the golden holy sword, it left a deep mark on the ground and destroyed all the ice. Although this was destroyed The ice will soon cover the ground again, blooming ice flowers one after another, but it will indeed slow down Gray's ability to absorb the magic power of other people on the battlefield.

The two swords with ultra-low temperatures collided with the golden holy sword. Gray looked at the holy sword shining with golden light, and the expression on his face changed slightly. If he read it correctly, Altos had The holy sword seems to have been replaced with a new one, which is more suitable for the battlefield than the previous holy sword that looked like a decorative sword.

And it seems to be harder. If it is just an ordinary weapon, it will become fragile and easy to break after a few rounds of collision with my own ice swords. However, the light of the golden holy sword in front of me seems to be able to cover myself. Isolated by the frost on it.

As expected of you, even if he is wearing a war skirt, Altos is Altos, a man who can be called his old enemy!

After another round of collision, Gray and King Arthur in front of him opened a certain distance. The blond king raised the golden holy sword in his hand, and the land began to rise with golden light. These lights were in harmony with the golden holy sword. The swords reflected each other, and a strong sense of oppression began to emerge from the blond king's body.

Does it look like we're going to use a light cannon?

Although he didn't know what the so-called light cannon was, the word still popped into Gray's mind. Looking at the scene in front of him, it was probably a powerful large-scale magic attack.

Then just like how you dealt with the Knight of the Round Table before, slowly freeze everything around you from space to time with ice, and then directly avoid this powerful flow of magic power, taking advantage of the fact that the king in front of you has skills that are backsliding. , directly slashed King Arthur's neck with the sword of ice!

Roar--! !

Just when the expressions of Gray and Arthur became more and more serious, just when the two sides were preparing for a powerful collision to see who had the advantage, there was a sound in their ears, which came from ancient times. A roar of the wild, spanning a long time, resurrected from the distant ancient times, the ancient world hegemon announced its return here.

A warning rose up in their hearts. Gray and Arthur immediately distanced themselves from each other and put away the magic power originally prepared for collision. The next moment, like a meteorite falling from the sky, a huge impact hit the two people. The standing position exploded outward.

Then a huge tail and wings directly tore through part of the blizzard. The ferocious claws and scales were like sharp weapons. This being that fell from the sky and roared from the wild finally revealed its figure.

The jet-black scales seem to be able to swallow everything, and the mouth full of sharp teeth spits out sparks with a sulfurous smell from time to time. The golden eyes are arrogant and cold, and at the same time contain a bit of unimaginable violence.