Chapter 558 Me and My Rumored Girlfriends

In the valley.

Light and darkness condensed to the extreme, dividing the world from each other; guns and swords collided violently, stirring up a terrifying tide of magic power.

King of the Wild Hunt in Wales? You are indeed quite skilled with a sword.

But, it seems my gun is stronger!

Morgan looked at the golden blade in his opponent's hand, which was gradually covered with cracks after constant collisions, and the cherry lips under the mask couldn't help but raise a hint of joy.

She immediately swung up the [Vanguard Spear] without hesitation and bombarded the opponent's weapon with all her strength.

"Bang!"

The golden sword, unable to bear the weight, shattered into pieces of varying sizes that flew everywhere.

Winner!

Before Morgan had time to be happy, he found a gorgeous beam of magic coming towards him unexpectedly.

And because of the full-strength attack just now, her body was accelerating forward.

With such a close distance and such a short time, it was too late to dodge or react.

“Crack~~”

The armor on Morgan's head broke and fell off, revealing half of his cold and beautiful face.

The witch turned her horse and looked at the opponent behind her.

Indeed, only the hilt of the golden blade remained in his right hand, but an ash wand appeared in his left hand at some point.

Obviously, the superb swordsmanship and fragile holy sword just now were just baits to paralyze the opponent.

This unexpected attack launched by the magic wand is the real killer move hidden behind the smokescreen.

"Despicable!" Morgan gritted his teeth, somewhat indignant.

"Hey, I'm a wizard. You can't beat me with magic, so you rode on a horse, held a gun, and rushed over with a large group of helpers to fight me in close combat. Then, you were hit by my magic without paying attention, and you turned around and scolded me for having no martial ethics. Who is despicable here?"

Morgan was speechless for a moment when he heard this.

It seems like I'm the one who's wrong?

However, recalling that this opponent seemed to have intentionally used only one hand and swordsmanship to fight the enemy since the beginning of the close combat, Morgan immediately realized that this was not a coincidence of improvisation, but a long-planned trick.

"Insidious..." Morgan changed the adjective, still feeling indignant.

"It was your own carelessness." Lorne replied, and then added with a smile, "Besides, you should be thankful that I didn't aim at your head just now."

Morgan bit his lip, understanding what the other person meant.

It’s not that it can’t be done, but that it’s not done.

The other party showed mercy.

Morgan's hostility faded slightly, but his fighting spirit increased instead:

"I haven't lost yet!"

"What a stubborn woman."

Lorne shook his head and then changed the subject.

"But you'd better say this to the people behind you."

later?

Morgan was stunned and looked back, suddenly realizing that the gray fog in the valley had turned a dreamy pink. The two fairy knights and a large number of British wild hunters who had followed her in the charge had disappeared.

At the same time, a strange voice with a pinched throat came from the valley entrance:

"Ahem, listen up, everyone inside. You've been surrounded, and your accomplices are in my hands! If you want them to be safe, just obey me!"

Bawanshi and Bagust were arrested?

Morgan's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth:

"Don't hurt them, come to me if you have any problem!"

"Very good, let me show my sincerity first. Take off your skirt... ahem... take off your armor."

Morgan snorted coldly, gathered the divinity and power from the goddess of death Morrigan, and disarmed.

However, after the fierce battle just now, the dress she was wearing had been damaged, and large patches of white were squeezed out from the holes in the clothes.

This turned the originally noble and arrogant goddess into a noble lady full of desolation.

This interesting transformation not only amazed Lorne at the scene, but also awakened the creative desire of a mysterious person in the fog:

"Next, it's time to atone for your defeat and disrespect. Come, lift your skirt up, preferably to your thighs..."

"What did you say?"

Such an impolite request made Morgan furious.

However, the voice in the mist remained unmoved and asked with a smile:

"Do you still want to save them?"

At the same time, two muffled groans came from the mist. They were the voices of the vampire Bavanshi and the dog demon Bagster.

"Stop, I'll do it!"

Morgan quickly opened her mouth to stop him, then endured the humiliation and lifted the hem of her skirt.

As if sensing Morgan's surrender, the voice in the mist became more cheerful and continued:

"Then, raise your head, chest and buttocks, and say loudly to the victim three times, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong, I misunderstood a good person, please punish me severely'!"

“Don’t go too far!”

“Woo~ woo~~”

Two muffled groans were heard, and Morgan closed his mouth. He gritted his teeth and spoke:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please punish me severely!"

Three consecutive cold sounds passed through the air, causing frost to form around.

The creaking sound of teeth gnashing revealed an incomparable humiliation and the determination to gnaw someone's bones into pieces.

After receiving the apology, Lorne couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and quickly stopped this artistic performance:

"Stop, just know that this is a misunderstanding."

Of course, these words were not only spoken to Morgan, but also an admonition to a certain director behind the scenes in the fog.

"How can that be? If you make a mistake, you must not only admit it, but also punish it! Only in this way can it serve as a warning!"

The voice in the mist refuted with a strong argument and ordered seriously,

"Now, the defeated person kneels down on both knees in this position, kisses the instep of the victor, and prays for the other party's forgiveness and understanding."

But before he could say a few serious words, the voice in the mist revealed his true nature:

"Hurry, hurry, I want to see it! You must be sincere, you must be attentive, you must..."

"puff!"

A dark and ferocious light-like javelin pierced through the fog at lightning speed, piercing through the director hiding behind the scenes and nailing him firmly to the stone wall on the side.

The divine power shook and the fog dissipated.

The fairy knights Bagster and Bawanshi who had disappeared ahead were now lying on the ground, each hugging a stone and snoring.

As if because of a nightmare, the two of them had frowned and uttered vague mumblings in their sleep from time to time.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the piece of silver-haired bacon hanging on the mountain wall, his eyes full of gloom:

"It's you, Vivian!"

At the same time, the white-haired lake fairy on the stone wall showed an embarrassed and guilty smile:

"Haha, long time no see, second sister..."

"Is this your last words?"

Morgan clenched his hands expressionlessly, the outline of the Vanguard Spear gathered at the tip of the wand, and a fierce murderous aura burst out.

Looking at the huge golden vortex gradually taking shape above her head and the anchor of light with a diameter of hundreds of meters, Vivian couldn't help swallowing and sweat broke out on her forehead.

It can be seen that her second sister is really angry, the kind that would kill people.

In a hurry, Vivian called for help:

"Teacher, please help me!"

"Teacher?" Morgan glanced sideways, looking warily at someone behind him.

"I don't know her well." Loen immediately raised his hands and stepped back, quickly performing the righteous cut.

Vivian had caused the trouble herself, and she wanted him, her teacher, to take the blame? What a joke!

Vivian, who was nailed to the stone wall, was stunned at first, and then she became furious:

"Merlin, you're such a heartless bastard, you just took me in a few days ago!"

"It's just an academic exchange. It's ok for me to call you teacher."

"We ate and lived together along the way!"

"I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me. When will you return my travel expenses?"

Hearing such an unscrupulous and cold-blooded answer, Vivian, who wanted to use a shield, was furious and could not help but loudly denounced:

"I can pay you back, but what about all the shit I did for you along the way? We agreed that after I finish this, you'll teach me the most advanced magic. Now that I'm in trouble, you want to kick me away. No way!"

Finished this time?

The vague words made Lorne a little confused.

As Morgan next to him instinctively put on his armor, summoned the Vanguard Spear, and pointed the spear head at him cautiously, Loen reacted and quickly clarified:

"Slander! She slandered me! Think about it, our collision was purely an accident. How could I have the time to plan this?"

Morgan heard this and thought about what happened. She immediately realized that her good sister was probably framing her.

"You guys play, I won't disturb you, I'm leaving now."

At the same time, a brisk voice came from the stone wall.

After stalling for enough time, Vivian successfully untied the light anchor, waved her hand with a smile, and her body immediately turned into flying pink petals, blending into the dark night.

Although she cannot defeat her two sisters who control death and victory in a head-on battle, as a witch born from [Change], her running skills are first-rate.

Even if the Four Thrones of Sky Island came down to the mortal world, they might not be completely sure of catching her.

After all, as a professional scammer, you may not be able to fight, but you must be able to escape.

This is the real reason why she has done so many bad things over the years but has never failed.

——Bitch!

The two parties at the scene immediately cursed inwardly with a common hatred for the enemy, and then decisively awakened their divinity, wishing they could immediately arrest the runaway Vivian and beat her eight hundred times in public!

But with the resonance of divinity, the two teams that had just been comforted by the [dream] immediately woke up.

"You're playing dirty tricks? Kill these ugly freaks!"

"roar!"

The two Wild Hunt armies from Britain and Wales, led by their respective leaders, rushed towards each other like a tide, ready to fight again.

Seeing a hint of pink swirling in the gray fog, Lorne and Morgan knew that this was a backup plan left by Vivian in order to escape successfully, and they couldn't help but feel angry.

But at this point, the two could only give up chasing Vivian and stop this meaningless fight:

"Stop it!"

Under the orders of the two Wild Hunt Kings, the goblins and undead were confused but still retreated obediently, forming clear formations in the narrow valley.

As the tense atmosphere gradually subsided, Morgan turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to speak:

"It seems this is a misunderstanding, sorry..."

“It’s good to be able to clarify.”

Loen responded generously, and then recounted what happened after the outbreak of the Wild Hunt from his own perspective.

After hearing this, Morgan's expression became even more apologetic.

Not only did she mistake the man for the wrong person, she almost accidentally injured the hero who had just saved Cornwall.

"Well, when we get back to Cornwall, I'll personally host a banquet for you."

Morgan wanted to make up for his mistake and took the initiative to extend an olive branch to the mysterious and powerful magician "Merlin".

A timely surprise appeared in Luo En's eyes:

"You're from Cornwall, too?"

"Well, this is my holy...homeland."

Morgan coughed slightly and added with a twinkle in his eyes,

"Igraine, the wife of the Duke of Cornwall, Grootas, is my distant blood relative."

Igraine, another familiar name.

Lorne muttered to himself, and information about the Duchess emerged from his mind.

This is a beauty famous far and wide in Britain. In the future, she will make King Uther, the monarch who rules Britain, so infatuated with her that he will lose his appetite.

Therefore, with the help of the great wizard Merlin, King Uther drank the transformation potion and turned into the appearance of the Duke of Cornwall. He transformed himself into a minotaur warrior, cheated on the Duke of Cornwall, and successfully made the Duchess pregnant.

Yes, this is the origin of the legendary Celtic king Arthur.

By the way, before giving birth to King Arthur, the Duchess also gave birth to three daughters with her husband, Duke of Cornwall, Gross.

They are the three famous sisters Morgause, Morgan le Fay and Elaine.

So, this is the second of the three sisters - the witch Morgan. Elaine, the youngest sister with the least records and the most mysterious identity among the three sisters, is she Vivian who currently goes out under the guise of the Lake Fairy?

If I remember correctly, it's not just Vivian, the relationship between Morgan le Fay and Merlin is not so simple in some versions.

She was also one of Merlin's disciples, and developed a subtle relationship with this teacher while learning magic, which led to a lot of gossip about her.

It can’t be such a coincidence, right?

When Loen thought of his unique physique that attracted many men, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He couldn't help but want to follow in the footsteps of his apprentice Vivian and escape from the valley.

At this moment, Morgan, who was completely unaware that he had become the target of gossip, had arrived in front of the ruined throne.

As the magic wand fell, the rubble on the ground was pieced back to its original shape.

The altar and sacred fire that had been extinguished were also lit up by the divine light.

The gray fog in the valley suddenly faded a lot, and the restless undead calmed down a little.

"Although Gwyn has entrusted the matter to you, strictly speaking it is not your responsibility. Moreover, it is not easy to purify the filth here and eliminate this disaster. Let me, a Cornish man, do it myself."

Morgan pondered, bent down and sat on the rebuilt bluestone throne.

As the magic wand was inserted into the ground, surging black death energy and resentment mixed with various wails flowed madly into Morgan's body.

The gray fog around them quickly faded, and the bloodthirsty and violent aura of the Welsh Wild Hunt army gradually faded.

But Morgan's originally white jade-like skin was rapidly covered with blue-black lines.

It was like a group of evil and hideous maggots drilling into her body, gnawing at her flesh, bone marrow, and even her soul.

"Hmm~"

Morgan's body trembled slightly, his clenched silver teeth pierced his lips, and a stream of golden-red divine blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this [purification] job is not easy for her.

Bagst and Bawanshi, who were guarding on both sides, looked worried but did not move to stop it. It was obvious that they were used to it.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the gray fog in the valley completely dissipated.

Morgan put his hands on the back of the chair and stood up unsteadily.

However, as soon as she took a step, the Celtic goddess of death fell straight forward and fell into a warm embrace.

(End of this chapter)