Kisah Hero Lancelot 소설 & 이야기

Lancelot stood there quietly, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion on his face as he silently chanted a spell in his mouth. Damien was confused. His eyes were hollow, and he looked dull and unenergetic. Damien stepped forward and slowly walked toward the pond after hearing the spell. After a few seconds, Damien was utterly submerged in the pool water. The powder Lancelot used was a special psychedelic drug. After someone inhaled it, they would lose consciousness, and then their body would go out of control. "Interesting!" Lancelot kept a straight face and mumbled to himself, "Damien would rather die than tell me about Darryl's background. It seems like Darryl is extraordinary, indeed

But his movements are unaffected by the cold weather and there is a manic madness in the man which even overwhelms the bloody battle. Leo barely has any time to study his new opponent when another round of fresh attack begins. Taurus’ attacks are quick and speedy, attacking Leo with all his might. The silver sword cut Leo in several places, causing his skin to burn in several places but the cuts are not deep. No, Leo realizes. He is playing with his food before stabbing it. And he is right. Taurus’ attacks are merely teasing Leo. He grins at the knight, taunting him. “Leo Romana, right?” He sneers. “I know all about you! An Ezealyran who disappeared one day and is now the knight of the Slori

Even if I didn’t know about everyone, I knew very well that all the people here that supported Lucan and Antoine didn’t have their hearts submitting to Ronan. They had only just submitted to the strength and power that he carried. Eventually, the power from the moon waned and I turned back into my human form. One of the wolfless ladies rushed forward and passed a royal cloak to me. Ronan changes right after, and I throw him another cloak. “We should get going too. There’s one more thing left for the night,” Ronan said and then winked at me. I understood what he meant. After all, I could see that the number of Lycans still out here had dwindled by a lot.

"... I believe that anyone else of the same level as me would be enough, my Queen." "Yes, but they don't have your Swordsman skills or Moon Slash, so yours will do just fine." Lancelo's face froze as the apple in the queen's hand turned orange. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" "Voracity" She bit the fruit and at the same moment, Lancelot let out a muffled cry and then slowly collapsed to the ground, without a word, his eyes empty and clutching his chest. The queen placed a finger on the fruits and 2 apples turned orange.

Once he found it, Lancelot handed it to Viggo, who was still reading the other book. "Read this," Lancelot commanded. Viggo stopped reading the book he was holding and turned to the book that Lancelot had just indicated. "Adolphus's death was not due to human jealousy, but because of the surge of emotions from a human turned Lycan who desired power and immortality," Lancelot's father wrote in the book. Viggo stopped reading. His breath felt constricted, making it difficult for his lungs to breathe. Just as Viggo was about to get up from his seat, Lancelot stopped him again and made him read the last page of the book written by Lancelot's father.

As he faced Liam, he snapped to attention and gave a crisp salute, starting to say, "Sir..." The word hung in the air, unfinished, as if Lukas had suddenly choked on the realization of who Liam really was. With just one piercing look, Liam brought the room to a standstill. Lukas could hardly contain his excitement and awe. He had never imagined that a simple dinner in the quaint town of Drunham City would lead to a run-in with the storied King Pendragon! However, who exactly was King Pendragon? He was the hero who faced down an enemy force of 150,000 on the frontier, taking out their chief and eight warriors of legendary prowess, all on his own!

As funny as her feelings for my brother were, he never for once noticed her. My brother Lancelot was one of a kind, something you call a rare find. He was nice, caring, handsome, friendly and every other trait that you can think of that makes a guy a good guy. Above all this, he is my hero. Although we both do not fancy his name much. So we simply accept he answered to Lance. My parents as serious with life as they could be, are actually big fans of the movie Merlin. My mum had once joked about the name Lancelot resonating in her mind for days after she watched the movie.

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"

8–11 minutes He echoed out loud in absolute bewilderment. From the situation, he could somewhat guess what she meant but he wanted to hear her explain it, without that there was no way he'd be able to believe the presumptions his mind reached on its own. A sad smile, full of melancholy and pain, formed on Lilith’s face; saddening further seeing his incredulous look. "Do not underestimate the means of a woman. Do you know this saying? Beauties are the bane of heroes.”

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.