Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Already, tasted too much.

He has already tasted too much, he has fought too many such bad battles, every time he rushes in, fights for two or three minutes, the enemy army is defeated, and begins to chase and kill... From the freshness at the beginning, to With the current process, his level has been greatly improved, but the Englishman has obviously not improved much.

Just judging from the pressure he received, even if these Englishmen form an army formation, they are not as good as a knight of the round table!

"So say..."

Dubin on the horse looked down at Jin Yuehan.

"Can the England Juggernaut you mentioned really give me a little surprise?"

"It's definitely possible! Absolutely!"

Jin Yuehan nodded repeatedly, even though his back was covered with cold sweat at the moment.

At this moment, it is too late for Jin Yuehan to regret it. They have already arrived at the city of Paris. If the Sword Master of England didn't exist...

The Sword Master of England must exist, even if he does not exist, he must exist, otherwise he will be discovered by this foreigner, and he will be deceiving him... The good times are coming to an end!

"Quick! Shout! Shout! Say we're going into town!"

While greeting the broken soldiers around him, Jin Yuehan took the lead in shouting, crying and howling towards the top of the city with sincerity, those who didn't know thought his family members were dead.

It's just that the defenders at the top of the city obviously didn't care about this, and the gates of Paris City didn't mean to open at all.

"Howling! Whose subordinates are you!"

The roar of the guards came from the top of the city.

"If the soldiers are routed, go to the rout camp outside the city! You also know the military law! Who knows if you are the French in disguise! If you don't want to die, go away!"

"Keep your dog eyes open! I am the Viscount's servant!"

Jin Yuehan immediately opened his mouth and sprayed back.

"The viscount died in battle! We need to send his body back! There is still an important military report to report to the commander! Let the viscount's body stink outside and delay the military situation... which one can you afford? "

With Jin Yuehan at the beginning, the other rout soldiers also started to quarrel. They shouted and scolded the defenders at the top of the city, as bad as they wanted to be.

"This……"

The guards were sprayed speechless for a long time.

They also saw that this was really a group of their own people, just because they knew many of the rout soldiers who scolded the street, and some were even relatives-this directly made them unable to even fight back, let alone drive them away. .

But just letting people in like this is not enough, after all, the military order is like a mountain, and the above strictly prohibits anyone from entering the city.

So after thinking about it, they can only delay it temporarily, and then send people to the city to find someone who can really manage things to make a decision.

Currently stationed in Paris is the Duke of Bedford, the blood brother of King Henry V of England, and the most powerful figure in England today.After the death of Henry V, he acted as the regent, replacing the young Henry VI as an agent of the government, holding great power, and it can even be said that he is under one person and above ten thousand.

For such a character, it is just a group of broken soldiers who want to enter the city, which is obviously too small to be a small thing.

"You need to come and ask me about this kind of thing? What did the previous military law say?"

Duke Bedford waved his hands again and again.

"Go down, do what you want, break them up outside the city first, let them dry for a few days before letting them enter the city... It's the viscount's body, and the military newspaper, you put it down in a hanging basket, put the body and The messenger came in together."

After giving the order, the Duke of Bedford no longer cared about these trivial matters.

Right now, he has more important things to do.

For example, how to deal with the legendary general who suddenly appeared in France recently.

"The Man of Destiny", "Angel of Strength", "Holy Maiden of Orleans", "Unparalleled Battlefield"...Duke Bedford has heard too much about the title of the newly promoted general, but each title is made by countless people. Forged in the blood of England's soldiers.The attack, which was originally overwhelming, was broken by this woman, and the main force on the periphery was completely wiped out. Now there are only a few, and the opponent is already approaching the city of Paris.

Of course, the city of Paris is not that easy to break through, but the strong combat power shown by the opponent has already made the Duke of Bedford terrified - only about 3000 people can fight into the Urn City. The gates of the city will be smashed open at the same time?

It was only after seeing it with his own eyes that the Duke of Bedford confirmed that the French had indeed gotten a top-notch legendary general by luck. This kind of character was born for the battlefield, and he wanted to kill him in battle. It's basically impossible to win.

So after thinking about it, he can only try to use some other methods to delay the battle.

"So, you can do it, right?"

Looking at the black mages in robes in front of him, Duke Bedford hesitated in his heart.

Speaking of these black mages, it goes back hundreds of years to the time of King Arthur. Although in myths and legends, the Celtic king fought against the Saxons repeatedly, but the final outcome is rarely known—— —Some people said that it was because the Knight King was not strong enough, others said it was because of a palace rebellion, and some even said that it was the Saxon soldiers who defeated them in a dignified manner...

But the Duke of Bedford, who is a royal, just wants to say that the truth is often stranger than imagined.

That is something that only a few people know, and even if it spreads, no one will believe it. In fact, at the beginning, the Saxons did not believe that such a thing could actually exist—the Knight of the Round Table who originally fought for the King of Knights They all died in the duel in only two and a half days, and the King of Knights was even more so.Rather than saying that the Saxons won the victory through war, it is better to say that they took advantage of it for nothing.

As for why the truth spread among the Saxon royal court...it was naturally because the remaining Celts chose to surrender.The Celts, who had lost most of their combat power, chose to join the Saxons and became part of the Saxons under the leadership of King Arthur's half-sister Morgan.

And these black mages are the handwriting left by that Ms. Morgan.Those forbidden secrets can recall the dead spirits from the river Styx, making those brave warriors the strength of the Saxons.

Of course, Morgan's move must have his own selfishness, which is also normal, so until Morgan died because of his old age, the Saxons never used this secret weapon-until Morgan passed away, the Saxons began to use it. Trying to activate these black mages trained by Morgan, it was only after this trial that they discovered...

It's really easy to use.

The heroes of ancient times were really too strong, and the kind of force that can be compared with the people of later generations is completely unmatched. Compared with fighters of this level, even the well-trained English fighters can barely count. A militia -- Driven by the black mage, these ancient heroes hid in the army, conquered cities and lands for the English, and laid down countless mountains and rivers.

Even the city of Paris was actually brought down by six ancient warriors working together, but they were hidden enough that the French couldn't find it at all.

However, those ancient warriors are good at everything. The only limitation is that they cannot exist for too long. When the magic power infused by the black mages is exhausted, the ancient warriors will also disappear-if it is calculated according to time, that is, The two to three constant battles are basically consumables.

Therefore, unless the front-line generals really encountered a problem that could not be solved at all, the English royal family generally would not use black mages, just because it was a kind of training for the generals, and no king would place all his hopes on it. In one thing - the black mage can only be regarded as a strange move after all, only if the generals and soldiers are strong, then they are really strong.

But now, when the generals and soldiers are useless, they can only let the black mages play.

"Summon Lancelot and let him kill that Joan of Arc."

Taking a deep breath, Duke Bedford made up his mind.

"Since we are going to do it, we must use the strongest fighters to make a final decision. You can do it, right?"

"Of course...it can't be done."

The leading black mage shook his head on the spot.

"Are you kidding, do you think summoning magic is a wish-making machine? Everything moves according to laws. Even if you are a duke, you can't turn fire into water, and cats into dogs... we can only try our best." Prepare as much as possible, you know how complicated magic is, but we can't do the level of summoning by name."

"That means...God knows what's going to come out, right?"

Duke Bedford's head began to ache.

These black mages in front of him are always subtly unreliable, and the slippery feeling like a soft creature makes him feel that the other party is not human at all - but think of the impressive achievements of these black mages in history , Duke Bedford had to admit that the other party really seemed to have something.

So it can only depend on luck, to see how far these black mages can perform, to see whether their fortune is high or low, and to see if the English people still have the so-called Manifest Destiny!

"Come!"

The leading black mage directly cut his chest, and then more black mages did the same.

"Go!"

A glaring red light shone in front of Duke Bedford's eyes. It was as thick as blood. It was so fierce and powerful that it even reminded Duke Bedford of the bloody demon in hell!

"Hahaha! It's done! The big one is coming!"

The black mages all laughed, even though with the loss of blood and magic power, they have become rapidly aging - but it doesn't matter to them, just because the more magic power they draw, the more magic power they summoned The stronger the target!

"Will it be Lancelot? Or Gawain? Or, this time, the knight king who is called the God of War?"

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Duke Bedford was overwhelmed. He couldn't wait to see the ancient heroes slaughtering all directions on the battlefield.

He wants to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!He wants to see blood flow into rivers!

"No, not Lancelot, nor Gawain!"

The black mages were also laughing wildly.

"We already feel it! Stronger than them! Even stronger than that Knight King!"

"Is it stronger than the King of Knights?"

Duke Bedford became more and more excited.

"What kind of hero is this..."

"Yo!"

Just as the Duke of Bedford was staring at the red light in front of him, there was a sudden exclamation from outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the red light in front of his eyes gradually faded away.

Appearing in front of the Duke of Bedford was a man carrying a halberd. His muscular muscles were like gods in ancient sculptures. Just looking at the bloody evil spirit wrapped around his body, God knows how many people he has killed!

It's just that this god-like figure at the moment doesn't show the might of a strong man.

Instead, he scratched his head.

"Didn't I just arrive at the door just now? Why did I suddenly enter the house?"

Saying this, the man carrying the halberd raised his head.

"Who are you?"

"I……"

Duke Bedford opened his mouth, but couldn't even speak for a while.

The instinct of life drove him, making him run like an animal.

Facts have proved that this may be the most correct decision made by the Duke of Bedford in his life.

Just because he just ran out of the hall, the heads of those black mages flew up.

"If you cover your face with a hat in broad daylight, you don't look like a good person."

Dubin, who swung his halberd in a circle, shook his head. Those black-robed men felt slippery even when they were wearing long robes, and he felt sick just looking at them.

It's just that when he just killed everyone, his eyes blurred.

"... Huh? Why am I at the door again?"

Seeing another sudden change in the scenery in front of him, Dubin couldn't help but become serious.

It's a trick of the rivers and lakes!The damned Englishman dared to deal with him in a dirty way!

"Boom!"

At this time, Dubin felt something hit him.

It was a luxuriously dressed figure who looked like a high-ranking commander.

"Don't run!"