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"I believe in myself, and I will be able to save France!"

"Okay! Done!"

Dubin laughed loudly, then turned to Lao Luo and raised his hands and clapped his hands.

"Isn't this not too difficult? Why haven't you persuaded me for several days?"

"I, you, ah this..."

Lao Luo choked for a long time and couldn't speak.

What is his identity, what is the identity of the master brother in front of him, can this be compared?Could it be that he still has the ability to force Jeanne to be convinced, and even obey?

As it is now, it is not a solution that normal people can think of to make people dizzy first, and then chatter them dizzy!There is no maneuverability at all!

"Okay, now that everything has been settled, Jeanne, go back to sleep first, and go out with me at night."

After completing the persuasion, Dubin stretched his body, and the joints on his body cracked.

But just when Joan was about to start thinking about the word "evening", Dupin continued to speak.

"In the past few days, I have almost figured out where the English scouts came from... In the evening, you prepare two horses, remember to wrap the horseshoes, and prepare a little more kerosene. They were having a great time."

"Uh……"

Whether it was Joan of Arc or Lao Luo, they were all choked in place at the moment.

That's right, this is the normal way of thinking of the master in front of him. There is nothing more interesting to him than fighting. As for whether it will be dangerous to rush into the enemy camp alone, this is obviously out of Dubin's consideration.

In other words, what really needs to be worried about is his enemy.

"In this case, by tomorrow morning, the second ring task should be completed... Huh?"

When he glanced at the taskbar, Lao Luo was stunned.

Just because the familiar task on the taskbar has changed at some point.

[French mission line: people are on the journey]

[Introduction: The heroes who are famous all over the world also had a time when they were fledgling, and the dangerous travel made them see the vastness of the world for the first time]

[Mission Objective: Protect Joan of Arc and arrive safely at Chinon Castle. If Joan of Arc dies, the mission fails]

[Task Reward: French Region Prestige +1000, Spirit Base Experience +10000]

[Note: You who have achieved fame have also attracted more attention, especially from the enemy]

"...wait a minute? What about the second ring mission?"

The bewildered Lao Luo quickly pulled Du Bin over, and the newly appeared task briefing made them both look confused.

It's not that they can't understand the meaning of the quest briefing, it's just that they are more concerned about how the last quest disappeared.

"Where are the Englishmen stationed two hills away?"

Dubin, who was planning to have a big fight at night, was dumbfounded.

"Why did it just disappear?"

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War: Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Vanishing Englishman

An hour ago, in the English army camp two mountains away, the English sergeants stationed here were still eating rations while looking at the strange figures in black robes.

These men in black robes were transferred over two days ago, saying that it was military support for them—although they themselves didn't know why they needed military support.You must know that although they are the vanguard, although there are only more than [-] people, they are all experienced fighters.As long as they are given a little time to recruit civilian husbands, it is not difficult to pull up a large team of a thousand people.

Of course, they should have more than 600 talents, but just a few days ago, the mixed team that was sent out, consisting of hundreds of soldiers, just went out to a nearby village to collect supplies, and never came back .

According to the investigation by the scouts, the Centurion was ambushed, which is why they ordered their Burgundian bandits to storm Domremy - if they dare to attack the English army, they must pay the price in blood , five hundred English soldiers, plus eight hundred armed robbers, can't they wash a small village on the border?

"With 300 people, I just wiped out a village. I have the advantage."

At the time of the expedition, the English thought so.

They couldn't figure out what kind of armed forces that small village could produce against this large army of thousands of people.

But soon, they realized that it was not unreasonable for the previous centurion to die.

The bandits rushed up like a tide, and then died in the village. There was only one person in that small village, but that one person killed everyone—and after defending against the first wave of attacks, , that person didn't even have an overnight stay, and that night he single-handedly raided the bandit group's camp.

As for why they said they were single-handedly, it was naturally because militiamen without combat effectiveness were not considered human beings, not to mention that the number of less than [-] people, facing the bandit group of at least [-] people, could not even make a splash.

But the robber group was still killed, and their defense line seemed to be paper. At that time, the English sergeants were nervous for a while, for fear that these rout soldiers would turn their heads and attack the English army's base like wild boars who had nowhere to go. Formation——If the army is broken up by the rout and the army is broken into a bad battle, then they really can't fight against that terrifying monster. how many people.

Fortunately, those robbers chose to attack the village at the last moment, which relieved the British sergeants hiding in the dark.

In a sense, this unreliable friendly army bought them time to regroup.

Regrouping, it is natural to fight back. The British sergeants were somewhat unconvinced when they retreated because of that monster-after all, they were not just one or two people, but a regular army of more than 500 people. , No matter how strong the monster is, it can be bulldozed by him, so why should he give up?

In order to prevent the attack of the rout before, they chose to retreat. This time, more than 500 people surrounded and killed one person, and they must be captured easily!

"So if you must support us, then send more supplies, or more armor and weapons, or some soldiers. What's the matter with sending these black-robed monsters?"

Looking at the men in black robes who were busy, an English sergeant finally couldn't help cursing on the street. He had long been a little dissatisfied with the nobles behind. Those nobles who were far away from the front line had no idea what the war needed.

Beside the English sergeant, a young scout also nodded, obviously, he agreed with the sergeant's statement.

"That's it. Instead of doing these things, it's better to get some better weapons. Those gentlemen in the back are really crazy, and they have to make some summons..."

"shut your mouth!"

Before the young scout could finish speaking, the old scout who was his partner appeared from nowhere and slapped him on the head.

"Don't speak ill of those black mages! They can hear you!"

"Varied……"

The young scout raised his head subconsciously, only to find that the figures in black robes drawing something on the ground in the distance had stopped at some point.

The eyes staring straight at him were ferocious like a wolf, but also like some slippery soft-bodied creatures, which was disturbing.

This made the young scout shiver.

Fortunately, those men in black robes didn't look at him for too long, and quickly turned around and continued to work, but just looking at each other for a moment, the young scouts were already drenched in cold sweat.

If it weren't for the fact that these black-robed men were sent from above, he would even suspect that these black-robed men were not human at all!

"Okay, don't mess with them, they will leave when they are done."

The old scout comforted his young partner. In fact, he also felt a little scalp tingling just now.

But this is normal. After all, those black magicians are about to use a taboo technology to call back from the underworld the knights who have been buried in history and have died for an unknown number of years, so that the former dead can be used again. Fighting against England, this kind of blasphemy, even God will not allow it!

"But it doesn't matter if it's blasphemy."

Recalling the history that only existed in myths and legends, the old scout trembled with excitement. To be able to see such a great and glorious knight with his own eyes, to be able to fight under the command of such a hero, even if it was just to lead a horse and fall for him, would be a big deal. It is a supreme honor!

That is their knight!It is a knight belonging to England!

"I'm coming!"

Seeing those figures in black robes chanting words to the formation diagram on the ground, and the formation diagram began to glow with a dazzling red light, the old scout couldn't help being excited, and even stretched out his arms to wrap around the shoulders of the two people beside him!

"Here we come! That's our knight! He's coming out soon! Look at how strong he is... Huh?"

Seeing the short figure in armor walking out of the red light slowly, the old scout was dumbfounded.

Although the black armor looks really good, but this height is really too short - from a visual point of view, it should be only a little over 1.5 meters?

Not only is it short, but even the figure is not right, the look with the blond hair, and the waist-to-hip ratio that obviously doesn't look like a man... They actually summoned a woman?Those black mages spent so much effort to summon a woman?

"Just this woman? Are you planning to use this woman to deal with that foreigner?"

Beside the old scout, the English sergeant, who did not approve of this matter, started to shout angrily at this moment.

"How are you going to use it? Seduction?"

"...Don't underestimate her, her fighting ability is stronger than ours."

The leading black mage glanced back, his hoarse voice was like a night owl.

"Quick, you suppress her, I will sign a contract with her, let her kill that for us..."

"Saxons?"

Before the black magician could finish speaking, a cold voice sounded in front of him.

Then, he felt himself fly.

When his eyes flew into the air, he saw his subordinates from a strange angle—they were all black mages who followed him to set up the summoning ceremony, but at this moment, they were all blown into the air by the black-armored girl , Just looking at the broken bones and tendons, it is already impossible to live.

But the weapon that knocked these black mages into the air was a familiar-looking headless corpse.

"Hey? Isn't this my body?"

Boom!

The huge head fell to the ground, and was kicked away by the black iron boots. Under the huge kinetic energy, the head of the deceased was as fierce as a cannonball, and the two people who were killed in a row fell to the ground.

At this time, the rest of the English sergeants also reacted.

"Counterattack! Quick counterattack!"

Under the command of the commander, they hastily picked up their shields, and hurriedly picked up their bows and arrows—but before they could regroup, the blond girl in black armor and black armor had already rushed into the crowd.

That was the attitude of a tiger joining a flock of sheep.

No one can block the figure in front of them, even if the opponent's short figure looks powerless - but only at the moment of contact can one feel it. It is a strange force more terrifying than a Hercules. It will tear a huge opening, and as long as it is hit, its bones will be broken on the spot. What appears in front of them is not a human being, but a humanoid dragon!

The raging dragon lasted less than 10 minutes, and more than [-] English soldiers were killed.

And the commander of this vanguard force was also cut open by the black armor girl with a sharp sword that he picked up casually.

"It's only this level, not even a single knight."

The chipped sword was thrown away casually, and the girl in black armor shook her head.

There is crimson blood stained on the armor, adding some red lines to the armor.

"But... a stranger?"

Walking among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the girl in black armor muttered to herself.