The Journey of King Arthur

A few minutes later, Mordred and the man came to an alley that looked like no one, and the man quickly distanced him from Mordred.

"I'm sorry this person..."

"Okay! A villain like you must say the useless lines of the garbage villain that makes the protagonist excessive, right? It's so old-fashioned and boring. Why are there so stupid people looking for beating in this world? People with beasts in their hearts, no matter how gentle they are on the outside, they are still beasts. Hurry up and call you over to me, and call those bastards who have been hiding around me, and then let me beat you all! I have to relax!! I've been holding this anger for a long time!!"

Mordred's tone was very arrogant, and his expression and movement were full of disdain for the enemy. The iron sword enchanted by the third Durability in his hand appeared in Mordred's hand, and Mordred took out an anvil very casually and then sharpened the sword on it.

The reason why Mordred would hold this sword was because of his disdain for the enemy, and the other was because he felt that the enemy was not worthy of her taking out her better weapons to deal with them. Moreover, she sharpened the sword to make the sword more blunt, not to make it sharper.

The man saw Mordred taking out such an ordinary weapon, even enchanting such a weapon, and temporarily sharpening his sword, trying to make the sword sharper (he had poor eyesight and preconceived ideas, so he didn't notice it), and he couldn't help but laugh, pat his hands lightly, and more than 40 people walked out of various places in turn, with strange smiles on his face.

Seeing everyone appearing and surrounding Mordred, and some people standing beside him to protect him, the man couldn't help but spread his hands very proudly, showing his very powerful appearance, and said with great pride.

"Okay! Little girl, even if you sharpen your sword temporarily, there is no way to do it. Give up! You have seen the difference in strength between us now..."

"Bang!"

"It's so noisy!"

In an instant, Mordred, who had put on ordinary iron leg armor at some time, appeared in front of the man almost instantly, and then kicked the man's organ used to pass on his family line with an extremely terrifying force. He silently closed his legs in the eyes of everyone's surprise, and then threw the leg armor aside with extremely disgusting expressions, clapping his hands and saying.

"What a bunch of waste. I don't care whether you brought me here to rob money or rob me. Now you guys just give me peace of mind and be beaten."

"You, you!!"

At this time, the man who was leading Mordred tightly clamped his legs, and his whole body looked like an introvert. He leaned against someone else's body, trembling all over. He pointed at Mordred with one hand trembling, trying to say something, but he couldn't say it because of the severe pain.

The people around him took out a lot of healing potions in time and poured them into the man's mouth. If they didn't drink them quickly now, they would probably not be able to use them in a while.

Because these potions have instant healing potions, and the medicinal properties are much more stimulating than those slow healing potions, the man started screaming again, but he could still take time to call his brother or younger brother to hit Mordred during the screaming time, which shows that he wouldn't be very painful (that's weird)~

Mordred frowned, looked at the group of people who were constantly approaching her, and used the iron sword in his hand that had been polished to a very smooth place. He gently patted his other hand. In an instant, Mordred suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Three minutes later.

In this alley, a group of people hugged their wounded places tightly, both in their hands and heads. They kept rolling and wailing slowly on the ground. Many people were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and there were clear red marks on their faces.

Mordred clapped his hands gently, looking at the hands in front of him, trembling and constantly retreating, retreating to the corner of the wall, with a very bright smile on his face.

"Now, can you tell me where there are very good hotels with fewer people and better food?"

Although Mordred smiled very brightly, the man could only feel fear. He raised his hand that was trembling and pointed at the entrance of the alley, and said nervously and terrified: "Walk out of the alley and walk left 500 meters, and when you reach the cross, you will walk right 250 meters, and then walk left 35 meters! There are very few people in the hotel, and the dishes they cooked are also quite good, but the price is a bit expensive."

"Okay, then thank you for your answer, because you are the most sensible of these people, so the pain you experience can be reduced compared to those of their unhonest guys."

Mordred slowly approached the man, and the man was so scared that he quickly knocked on the wall beside him with his hands, trying to leave here quickly, but the speed of his tapping with his hands was far inferior to that of Modri, so he couldn't help but shout loudly with great fear.

"Don't come over!! Don't get close to me!!!"

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, Mordred suddenly accelerated his speed and slapped the man away with the iron sword stained with blood in his hand. The man turned freely in the air for several times and was directly shot into a wall on a high place. The squares on the wall fell down and were sucked on the man who had already fainted. The man collapsed on it because the owner of the house deliberately made the wall thicker, so the man did not break into the house.

Mordred threw the iron sword in his hand aside at all times and slowly walked out of the alley. Although she did not kill them, except for the guy who was photographed, the others could be like monks in the future.

The laws of this city are a bit strange. As long as you don’t do it in public scenes with many people and do it in front of law enforcement officers to eliminate others seriously injured others, it is not illegal. If you are beaten in the alley, you will only suffer a loss, so there is usually no one in the alley.

However, this law is for the strong. After all, this world is essentially a world where strength is paramount, and there are many races in this city that regard each other as enemies.

The man who led the way climbed up from the ground with difficulty, looked at Mordred who had already gone away, knocked heavily on the floor with his hand, and said hatefully: "I will definitely make you pay the price!"

After he finished speaking, a bell made him sound, and then he felt extremely frightened. Then, he saw the blue flame...

After a while, the ground in this alley became dark and there was nothing except some dust.