Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 104
Ivan had to admit that it was a bit reckless to use [Corrosion Concoction] on Mazarin for the family's status.

The main reason was that the only mutant at the time, Little Creeld, had limited destructive power. The security team sent dozens of people to besiege him and killed him. This made Ivan miscalculate Mazarin's ability.

Ivan did not expect that Mazarin would have evolved the ability to parasitize and reproduce.

Now Mazarin directly controls as many as 5 soldiers and horses, and Catholic troops are stationed in many places from the north to the south of Franchite.

The traditional military aristocrats were not trusted by Mazarin, and they were dismissed from the military power one after another. Only some people who still have firm Catholic beliefs still hold important positions in the army.

"It's hard to do."

There are currently 1 soldiers in the city of Bam, at least [-] of whom are under his control.

Ivan agrees with Earl Mirabeau's strategy very much. Although this person's character is not very good, his judgment from the overall situation is not wrong.

The rebels had no base and no basic military supplies. They were unable to fight a protracted war with Mazarin.

Once the battle fell into a tug-of-war, Mazarin could parasitize ordinary residents to supplement his troops.

Coupled with the land output of the original Catholic forces, Mazarin has no shortage of supplies, and when the time comes, the weather, location, and people will all be on the enemy side.

The morale and numbers of the rebels will drop further and lower, and failure will not be far away.

Ivan raised his arms in thought, maybe he could wage a war of the masses.

But there are extremely high requirements for the ideology and military quality of the rebels, and the courage of ordinary people in Francitt, and he has no confidence that he can become a banner to mobilize the power of the people.

Ivan realized that the Rebels needed to conduct a fast, powerful special operation.

But a change in tactics has to be made.

Count Mirabeau was an orator, a statesman, but not a military strategist.

His military literacy could not support him to engage in special operations. Even if it was a decent offensive and defensive battle of Notre-Dame de Lorette, Mirabeau commanded it like a villager fighting with weapons.

Not to mention, he escaped without warning, causing the breakout team to lose their ability to organize.

In fact, Ivan was not far from them at that time, as long as he persevered a little, there was still hope for a collective breakout.

Count Mirabeau was able to leave the crowd without shame and escape alone, which shows that he is a qualified politician.

"As long as you can kill Mazarin, we are willing to obey your orders."

Count Mirabeau was the first to express his opinion, and the others also nodded.

He stroked his curly hair: "But Mazarin is located in the Palace of Versailles. How can you kill him? Even if you find de Treville, I'm afraid it's just a bigger chance of winning. On the whole, our Opportunities are still a drop in the bucket."

"Would you use witchcraft to kill Mazarin?"

Seeing this, the others also looked at Ivan expectantly. Many failures made many people feel that their future was bleak.

Some of them even put their hopes on the heretical gods, praying that some incredible gods could kill Mazarin.

If Ivan could kill Mazarin, they would not mind worshiping Ivan as a god.

Ivan looked at their eyes, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.

People can only rely on themselves.

The arrogant man calls himself a god, and the cowardly man begs God for help.

Walk on the mountain, rely on the water flow.

Ivan suddenly thought of something, and he smiled wistfully: "I'm not a god, I'm just an ordinary person with special power."

The men looked at him wordlessly, as if they couldn't quite accept the answer.

Ivan patted Mirabeau on the shoulder, and said to the people behind: "Trust me, I will lead you to victory. I have already made some plans. I can't tell you the details of the plan, but we don't Not weak."

"look."

He drew out a fine steel sword and rested his fingers on the back of the sword.

"One finger can't break it."

"But if you squeeze your fingers together, it can be easily cut in half."

Half of the blade fell to the ground with a jingle, and they wondered to themselves how much strength it would take to cut iron like paper.

Ivan doesn't expect this group of people to understand the truth in his words, as long as this small trick can rebuild their confidence.

"Amazing."

"If it's him. Maybe."

Ivan gave Earl Mirabeau a wink. This man was very good at reading the atmosphere, and he couldn't help but stand up and encourage people immediately: "What a powerful force, with the help of the wizard, we will definitely succeed."

"Yes, we will definitely succeed."

"Long live the wizard!"

"Long live!"

After appeasing these hot-blooded youths suffering from window injuries, Ivan turned around and came to the creek, which is far from the village, and the ground under his feet is either mud or stones.

Because the water in the creek is not deep, shrubs are more suitable for growing here than reeds.

Before Ivan got close, he heard the sound of metal rubbing against each other, and the fierce swoosh pierced through the eardrums. In the reflection, the two people were fighting fiercely.

It only takes the perch to raise its head slightly, and the water surface is rippled, and they are out of sight.

"Your martial arts have regressed."

Don Quixote holds the sword with one hand, hides the bridge of his nose and mouth behind the sword, and his eyes are shining with a clear light.

Tang Celai panted heavily: "Why do I feel that your martial arts have improved."

"We were both taught by my father. We practiced the same every day. We even had a competition last year - a tie. The only difference is our experience. You went to the south, and I stayed here, rolling with my companions. struggle."

Don Quixote gripped his brother's sword with the hilt, and turned his other hand into a fist towards the vulnerable part of his face.The hip joints and wrists of the two are on the same vertical line. This posture allows the swordsman to exert force better.

Compared with Don Serra, Don Quixote's movements are more flexible.

"You relaxed—what's going on?"

"Hoo hoo. A woman. And some amazing experiences"

"Heroes are saddened by beauty. We all know what happened to men who were obsessed with women in history."

"I also worshiped a wizard as my master. I was not willing at first. It was my woman who convinced me to join him. Facts have proved that she is right. Ivan can do many incredible things. I admire him for saving the country. idea, and swore allegiance to him"

"Loyalty only makes the knight stronger."

Sweat covered Tang Serra's forehead, and he swung his sword with difficulty to block: "You don't understand, when you see that there are some magical powers in this world, you will find that swordsmanship is not the whole of life, even martial arts No matter how powerful it is, it can't compare to a wizard's finger."

Don Serra's words angered Don Quixote a little. He felt that his brother was belittling his family's family swordsmanship, so the power in his hand began to increase, and he wanted to wake up this unrealistic knight.

"Swordsmanship is not something casual."

"A sword is a murder weapon."

"It can easily take a human life."

He shouted loudly, and the sword that was stabbing at his shoulder suddenly changed direction.

This change surprised Don Serra.

The competition of knight swordsmanship is a confrontation of physical strength and wisdom.

Feints and deceptions are common.

Don Serra had been in the south for more than half a year, another gypsy wife who was like a goblin, her physical fitness had declined a lot, and now she was practicing swordsmanship with her brother, and she felt more and more frightened before she had passed fifty moves. strenuous.

He was completely deceived by this feint attack.

Reaching out to block, the movement is too big.

Knight swords are double-edged, and can retain power even after changing moves.

I saw Don Quixote moving forward with his backhand, and the other side of the sword passed towards his head.

Don Serra was suddenly horrified.

This trick went straight to the back of the head.

Even with Don Quixote's ability to take back the kill in time, the flowing long hair will definitely be lost. Don Serra doesn't want to become a bald monk.

The blade was close to the scalp, and Tang Serra's head had already felt cool in advance.

At this moment, Ivan appeared in time and clamped Jianfeng with his fingers.

Don Quixote's eyes widened, he stared blankly at the front end of his long sword, and exerted force involuntarily, but the long sword remained motionless.

Ivan is faster than the two.

Before the water reflected Ivan's shadow, he appeared between the two of them.

No matter how powerful the martial arts are, they can't compare to a wizard's finger.

The reality proved that what Don Serra said was true.

(End of this chapter)