The night is dark, and the bright moonlight is shining from the sky.
The fierce clashes of soldiers not far away were as continuous as drum beats, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the forest.
In the open space not far away, there were two idlers watching the battle.
"Wu Ming, I knew you wouldn't be killed so easily. It seems Assassin was tricked by you."
On the wheel of Shenwei, the emperor picked up a bottle of red wine, took a big sip, and said in an angry voice.
Ren stood on a piece of bluestone and curled his lips: "King of Conqueror, can you give way? I want to go over and kill someone."
The emperor laughed, reached for another wine bottle and threw it to him, looking at Saber and Lancer who were at loggerheads:
"This is a duel of honor between two knights. Wu Ming, we'd better not go over and interfere."
"King of Conqueror, don't talk nonsense. I'm not a knight, and I don't believe in chivalry. Don't tell me that you changed your career to become a knight.
As a king who praises dominance, you should know the principle of overwhelming numbers, right? In a fight, everyone is shoulder to shoulder. Isn't this what you are best at? "
Ren took the bottle, took a sip, and looked at Iskandar with a playful smile.
Isn't the so-called king's military strength just a large number of soldiers beating the enemy in groups? Hassan was so frightened that they gave up treatment.
The emperor stretched out his muscular arms, scratched his fiery red hair, changed the subject and asked:
“Okay, but Wu Ming, why don’t you join me and instead choose to form an alliance with this Knight King?
Am I not as good as a little girl? Or do you want to be a Knight of the Round Table? "
Knight of the Round Table Ren?
Ren quickly shook his head. Britain was dead. The king himself had not had enough to eat recently. Even if he wanted to eat and drink in Camelot City, he couldn't do it.
"Don't talk about the little girl, she will be angry. I almost got chopped." Ren curled his lips and did not answer the emperor's question.
It was quite boring to watch King Dumao who was fighting with Diarmuid in an indistinguishable manner. The two of them probably fought until dawn without knowing the winner.
"Yeah?"
The emperor grinned, as if he thought it was interesting that Wu Ming was hanging out with the King of Knights, and a vague idea suddenly came to his mind.
Perhaps, we can consider holding a banquet to discuss our respective kingly ways? He didn't know why, but he always felt that the King of Knights was weird and didn't look like a king.
…………
Dangdang!
The sword blade and the spear tip collided again, sparks flew out, and the figures of Saber and Lancer passed each other.
The two sides are going back and forth, facing each other, setting off bursts of magic power, and the battle has reached a white-hot stage.
Every time you step on the ground, the ground will dent and crack, and every time your weapons collide, dazzling sparks will burst out.
The strong wind whistled.
The surroundings seemed to be enveloped in a wild and raging tornado. Swords flashed, gun blades pierced the air, trees swayed, branches, leaves and sawdust flying randomly.
The ground also suffered merciless destruction. Sword energy and spear light clashed across the ground, and the sharp wind blades cut terrifying cracks, gradually destroying everything around them.
But even with such a fierce confrontation, the battle was still stalemate.
After their first fight on Warehouse Street in the dock area, Saber and Lancer both had some understanding of each other's fighting styles.
But precisely because of this, it is difficult to win.
Every time Diarmuid had the upper hand, the killing move was avoided by the King of Dead Hair with his intuition. When the King of the Dead Hair tried to kill Brother Brush at close range, the opponent would use Huang Qiangwei to force her back.
In addition, Lancer also has the mind-eye skill, making it difficult for Saber to win. Moreover, due to the injury to her wrist, her swordsmanship is slightly uncoordinated and she is on the defensive most of the time.
Finally, Director Ken, who was watching the battle on the other side of the woods, lost his patience:
"Lancer, come back, that's it for tonight!"
Director Ken was in a bad mood at the moment. Seeing that Caster was still alive and kicking after being eliminated, he knew that Kirei Kotomine on the other side had most likely failed.
Otherwise Assassin should have killed Saber's master.
Director Ken originally hoped that Diarmuid could quickly capture the injured Saber, but the spearmen still couldn't capture it for a long time, which made him very disappointed.
Now that Rider and Caster are watching eagerly, it is not wise to continue to let Lancer and Saber fight.
After hearing the Master's order, Diarmuid looked a little reluctant, put away his guns and began to retreat.
"Saber, I'm sorry, I'll have to wait until next time."
Brother Brush said with a bit of regret, tonight was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to decide the winner, but he missed it in the end.
Saber nodded and did not stop the other party from leaving. She put away the invisible holy sword and walked to Ren's side.
"Rider, what are you doing here?" Saber's green eyes stared at the Conqueror.
The emperor smiled boldly, touched his chin beard and said:
"King of Knights, I heard that you and Wu Ming have joined forces. He is the talent I have chosen first. Could it be that you want to recruit him to be a Knight of the Round Table? This is not possible."
Wu Ming, Knight of the Round Table?
Saber's face was a little stunned. After glancing at Ren, she snorted and denied:
"There is no such thing. I have no intention of recruiting him. It's just a cooperation."
There had been an argument before, and Wuming had just ignored her warning and tried to come over and beat up Diarmuid.
She didn't have a good impression of this ally.
"Hmph, you're just recruiting me, and I'm still not happy about it." Ren jumped off the stone and snorted.
The king of a subjugated country has nothing to seek refuge with.
Of course, he didn't dare to say this, otherwise King Daimao would probably fight him with his sword after hearing this.
"Well, then, King of Knights and Wu Ming, see you next time."
The Emperor suddenly laughed and drove away on the Shenwei Wheel. He had already realized that Wu Ming and Saber had different ideas.
Even if they join forces, it will be difficult for them to cooperate tacitly. They will probably each fight in their own way, which will greatly reduce the threat.
The emperor is just a fool on the surface, not a fool.
If Saber and Caster can cooperate tacitly and join forces to fight against the enemy, he will also have to carefully consider whether to temporarily cooperate with others to fight against powerful enemies.
Renn smiled slightly and watched the emperor leave. Although there was no hatred, there was still a fight in the end.
Only then did King Da Mao focus on Ren, with a look of displeasure on his face:
"Caster, I've told you not to interfere with my fight with Lancer. Why are you still trying to sneak attack him?"
"Saber, you are a knight, but I am not. What happened to the sneak attack? If you had cooperated just now, we would have stabbed Lancer to death."
Ren rolled his eyes. This guy is too pedantic. Wouldn't it be nice to stand shoulder to shoulder and send the enemy to the west?
This guy is so confident in sneak attacks.
Saber snorted coldly, stared at him and asked, "Aren't you an unknown hero? Why are you so unscrupulous?"
"Please, I haven't been a hero for many years." Renn spread his hands and said helplessly.
He didn't know whether it was the wrong time or the difference in parallel worlds, but he felt that this Arturia was not the same person as she was during the fifth war.
