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Chapter 1197 What is the king(2/2)

In the end, I also gained a lot of popularity... No, it would be more appropriate to describe it as resentment.

So this is ah.

After understanding this, I looked at the cheering male adventurers. Sure enough, there seemed to be a cursed god floating behind them, staring at me with creepy eyes, as if to say, hurry up, hurry up.

Let me leave with a smile like a passerby.

What was clearly a warm welcome seemed to turn into a secret curse meeting.

I'm still too naive, you bastard!!

Calm down, you must be calm at this time.

After taking a few deep breaths, I kept a calm smile, smiled and waved to the cheering crowd around me, and took the opportunity to write down the faces of the loudest guys, um, Malagby, Lal, Gotthard.

Chimpanzees……

They are all acquaintances, hahaha~~~

I’ll bury you alive after God’s birthday, you bastards!!

Wait, Gorilla?

I turned my eyes around and found that there was no one there. Was it an illusion? I had obviously already thrown his black and white portrait and a pile of bananas into the river.

There were more and more onlookers on the road, and it was like a king going on patrol. But at this moment, Kane signaled the guards around him to slow down by twice the speed, which forced me to keep a stiff smile and follow the road one by one.

The civilians and adventurers on both sides smiled and waved.

Finally I know how difficult it is for Akala.

At this time, a louder cry suddenly came from not far away, and then there was a neat and powerful momentum that could not be concealed even by the loud cry, approaching from an angle.

I couldn't help but look at each other with Lena Kane.

It seems like you can guess who it is.

Sure enough, the road ahead turned a corner. At the fork in the road, I gently stretched out my hand to ask the team to stop and turn their eyes to another road.

A hundred meters away, another one was not much inferior to us, a solemn team composed of more than a hundred elves, walking in a uniform pace, slowly approaching here.

To be fair, although these elven warriors have strict discipline and tacit understanding, their momentum is not as strong as that of the Alliance. They can integrate into one body and form an extremely solid rope to resist enemies that are hundreds of times more powerful.

In terms of quantity, it is also slightly inferior.

However, they have something that our alliance soldiers don't have.

A super core that can inspire their infinite fighting spirit and make them a hundred times stronger.

Artoria.

Her existence completely made up for the shortcomings of the elf warriors. Her majestic and confident kingly aura was like a flag, unstoppable wherever she was.

If a team is led by her, it will definitely be able to exert a thousand times its strength to compete with the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods. It is not such an illusory thing.

Seeing this scene and feeling this momentum, we can more or less understand the true meaning of her profession [King of Knights].

To be a tyrant, one can fight against ten thousand; to be a king, to gather ten thousand to fight against one.

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