People Are In Hogwarts, Replace The Invisible Man At The Beginning

Suddenly hearing that she had returned to her hometown, Heizhen's expression was complicated. She was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, the me I am today is no longer that pathetic copy."

Jiang Feng patted her on the shoulder and changed the topic, "Instead of worrying about what's there or what's not, it's better to think about the next countermeasures.

"Countermeasures?"

"That's right, the countermeasure," Jiang Feng nodded, and explained patiently, "There is something called the foundation of human reasoning in this world. The British period has a fixed main history, which must not be deviated, so... ..."

"So we can't win anyway?"

Hei Zhen was stunned, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Jiang Feng's daily research experience may not be clear, but she is different.

This huge kingdom was brought up by her with shit and urine, and now Jiang Feng told her that countless years of hard work "50%" is not worth one day's destiny, how does she accept it?

But Jiang Feng changed the subject and gave her a glimmer of hope, "That's not the case. According to the established fate, you should let the King of Knights say this. After all, the future generations of Britain are all Saxons."

"Oh! I understand," Hei Zhen said with a slap on his palm, "so we are the only ones who can't win? Do the people under your command have a bright future?"

"Uh...you can say the same." Jiang Feng looked helpless, he didn't know how pan-human history works, but no matter what he couldn't beat Artoria.

Because the difference in the quality of soldiers is too great.

The Celts in the Xingyue world are genuine humans from the age of the gods, while the Saxons are the biological humans of later generations. There is no comparison between the two.

According to the legend of King Arthur, the wars she participated in have always won without loss, which is almost impossible in the ancient times of the earth.

Not only that, Artoria is also a famous virtuous monarch, able to resist the retreat of the Age of Gods and let the immigrants of the Age of Gods linger on for at least 20 years, this is not enough to be summed up by the word wise.

Coupled with the large number of Knights of the Round Table, the two sides are simply Wang Mang fighting Liu Xiu, no matter how hard you work, I will defeat the enemy with magic guidance.

But Jiang Feng didn't tell Hei Zhen about this, in case his dear General Dalk lay flat "what should he do? Relying on the experience of keyboard strings in previous lives to command and rule the country?

The trouble is dead, Jiang Feng has goose bumps thinking about it, such an important matter should be left to his own servants.

"Jeanne, no matter what you say, life must go on, don't you want to have a chance to touch this doomed fate?"

When Hei Zhen heard the words, her heart must be sure, yes, since she met Jiang Feng, her fate has changed, she is no longer a sad fake of Joan, and she is no longer Jill's wishful thinking, she is General Dalk of the White Dragon Empire , is Jiang Feng's follower.

"Touch? Isn't that natural?" Hei Zhen smiled, "Do you have any plans? My useless Majesty?"

"It's not enough to say that..." Jiang Feng scratched his head helplessly, "Forget it, let's issue a wanted warrant first, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, send two, one male and one female, the male is named A Torres, the girl's name is Arturia."

"Okay, this is easy, then what?" Hei Zhen asked again.

Jiang Feng pondered for a moment, and then came up with an idea, "Lead people to cut off the passage to Britain, so that they can't get food from the suzerain country, what's left is to continue to harass the border and store up food for the winter!"

His thoughts coincided with Hei Zhen's. The two had already discovered that this land had a serious tendency to self-destruct, and the crops of the survivors of the Age of Gods were decreasing year by year. In other words, God was going to starve to death. Group of Celts.

Under the will of Hei Zhen and Jiang Feng, the entire White Dragon Empire is in motion. Although the rival British countries appear to be united in hatred, they are actually at odds with each other, especially when Jiang Feng promises to guarantee their status.

Many small nobles with wolfish ambitions have already begun to swing left and right. The White Dragon Empire includes all the Saxons, and its territory is much larger than their small village.

And they are very self-confident. The king of the empire is a white dragon, who rules but does not rule. The second in command of the empire is a woman, so there is nothing to care about. Could it be that their noble blood can't compete with a woman?

At this moment, in a dense forest somewhere in Britain, Artoria took off her helmet wearily and leaned against a tree.

Taught by Merlin since she was a child, she is really capable. Not only did she escape from being chased and intercepted by the little nobles one after another, she was able to make a name for herself, but she stopped there.

Artoria is very tired, her body is tired, her heart is tired too, but she doesn't want to stop, she can't stop, and she doesn't dare to stop, the high-ranking lords and nobles can't see it, but she has already noticed

Jiang Feng deliberately blocked the whole of Britain, and the food output decreased every year. The civilians starved to death silently in the dirty corners. It won't be long before Britain can only surrender.

"Al, go back." Merlin suddenly appeared, calmly offering advice.

But Artoria hesitated, "Now? Is it wrong to go back to inherit the throne in my current situation? Will the people recognize me? After all, I am just a knight who is being chased and stalking around."

"Rules always exist, but they are not necessarily reasonable. Al, you are the heir to the throne. Sometimes, you have to learn to bow your head." Mei Lin Yi said pointedly. Fortunately, Artoria was smart and understood took her word.

She stood up and dressed neatly, and according to what Merlin said, she returned to her own territory with arrogance. Yes, in the hearts of the people, she is King Uther's son, and she should inherit her father's throne as a matter of course.

The news of King Arthur's birth quickly spread throughout Britain, and all the nobles who attacked secretly had no choice but to stop their petty actions. After all, the other party was no longer alone.

"Master, the little knight king has succeeded to the throne. What should we do? Are we going to attack?" Hei Zhen hesitated after hearing the news. If possible, she really wanted to kill the enemy now.

But Jiang Feng shook his head, "No, Camelot 0.3 is not bordering us, and the surrounding lords have sworn allegiance to Artoria, the harvest period is coming to an end, let's make one last vote."

"One vote? Like before?"

"No, grab it if you can, burn it if you can't!"

Hei Zhen was shocked when she heard this, this wave is really unreasonable, originally this land does not produce food, and then ask Jiang Feng to make such a fuss, burn all the ready-made, how many Celts will starve to death?

But she didn't dissuade her, since Arturia rejected Jiang Feng, she must be prepared, there is no reason to show mercy to the enemy in this world.

Following the order of the two, the Saxons began to sweep like crazy. The lords of the British countries did not react at all, and the civilians under their command were cut off like wheat.

Now they panic, and the landlord's house has no food left! .