Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Scrape the bottom of the pan with a knife and fork.

The nails scratched on the glass.

Sharp fingernails scratching at the blackboard.

These noises that can give people goosebumps and cardiac arrest, and then intensify it a hundred times are the feelings of humans on the battlefield at this time.

Those ordinary people who were forcibly dragged into the battlefield couldn't stand it at first, their ears bleed, their bodies trembled, and they fell to the ground with distorted expressions.

Even strong-willed fighters and professionals with more physical fitness than ordinary people can't withstand this kind of destruction that reaches their brains and lose most of their combat effectiveness.

And the undead, like tattered and rough, but still functioning machines, attacked forward.

The human defense line is like a sand castle in the face of the waves, and it collapses quickly.

After the casting ended, the black coffin slammed shut.Looking at the battle below, there seemed to be a smile on the skull of Mutasis.

Knight Roland covered his ears and stumbled to Philip III's side: "Sir Duke, the horses were suddenly frightened and all ran away. We lost our only chance to break through."

Even though the shriek of the undead, which almost shattered the liver, was over, Philip III still felt the pain in his ears like a needle stick.He panted with a distorted face and gave the order: "Even if there are horses, the possibility of us breaking through the heavy siege is very small. Let's retreat, rectify the force, and rely on the palace to defend."

The Ducal Palace is a mix of Gothic and Renaissance styles, and was originally designed with military needs in mind.

The walls are thick and sturdy, and even with a cannon or counterweight trebuchet, it cannot be destroyed in a short time.Moreover, the windows on the first floor are designed to be small and dense, so that medium-sized creatures cannot pass through, and can be used as shooting holes in wartime.

"As long as we can persist for three days, we can wait for reinforcements. At that time, I will use a hundred cannons and three thousand heavy cavalry to grind these damn bones into powder!" Philip III said bitterly.

three days?It's hard to hold on for three hours.

Roland Knight secretly sighed.

However, as the supreme commander, he still cheered up and commanded the troops to retreat while fighting.

The first to retreat into the palace were naturally several great nobles headed by Philip III.The short and stout palace minister George is also among them.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they ran to a tower in the palace that had a wide field of vision and was safe enough to observe the battlefield.

Prime Minister George has never experienced a war in the face of death, and his body trembled with fear.He glanced inside the tower and found a bed.

However, after measuring the height of the foot of the bed and his body size, he gave up the plan to get under the bed, and hid in the corner and huddled together.

Even if he was constantly ridiculed by others, the courage to stand up and take a look at the battle outside the George Palace was difficult to gather.

He shook his head and took out a blood-stained holy emblem, and began to pray with unprecedented devotion.

The original owner of this holy emblem was an old priest.He was hit by a crossbow arrow in the left eye when he held the holy emblem high to boost the morale of the soldiers by the moat.

A bit of fishy and salty liquid splashed into the mouth of George Palace.He subconsciously licked his tongue before realizing what it was.

After leaving a large pool of vomit, the George Palace crawled to Philip III's side and hid behind the large shield of the Duke's guard.

Although I feel that the relics of the unfortunate priest are a bit unlucky, now the Prime Minister of George can only grasp the only spiritual comfort.

"Seven saints, please take a moment and set your sights on this terrifying battlefield in the mortal world! Please send battle angels to save us suffering people. If I can survive this battle, I will definitely become the most pious. believers, I donate [-] livres to the church every year..."

Prime Minister George, who was concentrating on praying, suddenly found that the movement outside was a bit wrong, and there were even faint cheers.

He shrank straight up and looked out the window: two fireballs dragged the billowing smoke, streaked a path in the dark sky, and then precisely hit the terrifying black coffin.

boom!

The sound of the explosion seemed to announce the failure of these otherworldly dead, and it was like a clarion call for human beings to fight back.

A flag appears behind the undead army.

George Palace recognized the flag.

A year ago, Chinon, who was still the crown prince, used all his private money to buy the most expensive magic fabric, the best spinners, and several high-ranking clergy headed by the Archbishop of Reims. , constant many magical effects, made this pure white swallowtail flag.

When Charles VII handed over the flag to Joan of Arc, the court of George remembered that he was laughing secretly: the whole court went crazy from top to bottom, and put all their hopes on a village girl from Lorraine.

But now, the George Palace was lying on the edge of the window, staring at the flying flag, as if that was his only hope.

The Holy Maiden attacked.

Driving ahead of her were two strange six-wheeled vehicles.The front of the car is equipped with a dense array of knives, and there are rotating saw wheels on both sides.

"Strange chariots that don't use animal power," said a nobleman who was also watching the battle.

"It's a golem, it should be the masterpiece of the Count of Rouen," Count Armagnac explained.He blessed himself with an owl's insight, and he could clearly see the oriental characters on the golem - chariot.

Chapter 58 No dramatic twist

The chariot golem rumbled forward, crushing all the enemies who tried to block the car mantis.

Followed by the group with the arrows of Joan of Arc and the Golems of the Five Soldiers.

She and Ma Youfu rescued about 50 French knights.These fighters who were surrounded by brainless charges immediately gathered under the banner of the saint after they were rescued.

The dual buffs provided by the oathed paladin and the battle standard allow them to heal their wounds and restore their stamina quickly.The originally hopeless heart was filled with light and courage.

After a short break, Yoof Ma infused their weapons with acid energy, and the knights went from losers to the most determined and formidable avengers.

Like a scorching knife cutting butter, this small team quickly smashed the defenses of the undead and approached Mutasis from behind.

Count Armagnac saw Yofu Ma walking in the garden, as if he was not in the battlefield but in the back of the overwhelming human team.

There are five golems beside him.Two of them looked like bulls twice magnified, carrying stubby cannons he had never seen before.

There is also a square word on the two golems, which is "cannon".Although I don't know what it means, Count Armagnac can roughly guess its purpose.

The firebomb that destroyed the black coffin before should have been fired by this golem.

"The power is comparable to the enhanced fireball technique, but the trajectory is curved, and the projectiles fly for a long time, making it difficult to hit flexible moving enemies." The Count commented.

With the protection of the warrior golem and the half-orc attendant, Yoo Ma did have a reason to stroll around.Occasionally, there were enemies who slipped through the net. He raised his gun, and the lead bullets that he shot turned into a cone of flame during the flight, engulfing the target.

"This is a spell! Yofu Ma actually leveled up in battle? He's really an Oriental who is favored by the Seven Saints." Count Armagnac said a little sour.

This small force continues to advance.

Obviously, they also found a huge loophole in the command system of the undead army, and wanted to kill Mutasis directly.

The sword of St. Catherine in Joan of Arc's hand is almost invincible. Whether it is a steel golem or a knight with chicken blood, it is not comparable to large and small skeletons.

When the distance between the two sides reached 30 meters, the undead consul obviously became anxious, and the flames in its eyes even began to beat irregularly.

"Oh, Seven Saints, this is the most beautiful scene I've ever seen! She is really the messenger of God!" Gong Xiang suddenly exclaimed.

In his pupils, there was a reflection of radiant energy on his body, as if Joan of Arc had turned into an angel with light wings on his back.

The girl jumped up from the pile of corpses, and the holy sword in her hand drew a thrilling arc of beauty and slashed towards Mutasis.

The sacred radiant energy and the black death energy collided with each other, shocking everyone watching the battle in the palace, and they also had the illusion of being out of their bodies.

After the light dissipated, the mighty Undead Archon finally landed on both legs. It lost a hand, but it was still chanting a spell.

With one blow exhausted, Joan of Arc, who was half-kneeling with the sword in both hands, shouted loudly.

After Ma Youfu heard it, he immediately issued an order.

"Looking at the shape of the mouth, it seems to be 'preparation, throwing'." Count Armagnac said to himself.

Fifteen French knights immediately stopped and assembled into a phalanx under the cover of their companions, each took out a black circular metal object, and threw it at Mutasis.

Yofu Ma snapped his fingers, and the metal object that fell to Mutasis' feet was immediately ignited.

The continuous explosions even covered the last vicious curse of the Undead Archon.

Originally advancing and retreating in unison, the skeleton soldiers who attacked the palace suddenly stopped, and then turned into lonely souls wandering aimlessly.

"Should have won." Philip III, wearing gorgeous golden armor, sat on the ground as if he was finally overwhelmed.

"Yes, Philippe de Burgundy, we won." Count Armagnac said calmly.

He lengthened his sleeves quietly so that no one could see his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"I don't know where Knight Roland is, but he made a great contribution! I mean, second only to the great contributions of the Count of Rouen and General Jeanne," said Philip III.

After this battle, he felt that it was more appropriate to refer to Jeanne Dark as "General" rather than "Miss".

"Roland Knight has been commanding in the hall. The battle is fierce, and I don't know if he has survived to victory." Bishop Nawell said with a prayer gesture.

The Roland Knight, who was missed by everyone, was buried among the piles of bones and human corpses.During the defensive battle in the hall, he was hit by three arrows and stabbed in the lower abdomen with a spear.The injury and the pressure of heavy objects made it more and more difficult for him to breathe, and he was in a semi-conscious state.

In a daze, Knight Roland felt the pressure on his body getting lighter and lighter.Suddenly, a warm current injected, repairing his tattered body.

Opening his eyes, Knight Roland found a priest healing himself.

"Throw those skeletons out. Every human corpse must be carefully examined, and there may be survivors who slip through the net." A man with black hair and black eyes walked by.Behind him were two steel puppets exuding murderous aura.

"Cerris?" his voice was weak. "What happened? What about those bones? Did we win? If true, that's a dramatic turn of events."

"No dramatic twist. Here comes the saint, we win, that's all."

"Oh." Knight Roland nodded, his body suddenly relaxed, and he fell asleep.

……

The Undead Archon has been eliminated, its army disintegrated immediately, and the crisis is lifted, but the news has not yet spread.

The abnormal celestial phenomenon caused by the intersection of the celestial spheres - dim yellow, dark green, pitch black, three colors intertwined, a chaotic sky, still makes people in Dijon worried.

There are even fools in the countryside who are already spreading rumors that the end is coming.

Anwen Yexing is also a member who is looking at the sky.

She was in a small village north of Dijon, carrying a suitcase and riding a horse, and the dimension bag contained a full two thousand pounds of gold.

Thinking that these vulgar precious metals, like himself, are the spoils of that man, the arrogant Moon Elf clenched his teeth secretly.

But for the sake of her family, for her grandfather, and for a more noble goal, she could only accept her own destiny.

"The celestial spheres meet... There is the smell of the dead in the air. It seems that the man named Youfu Ma is in trouble."

The corners of An Wen's lips curled up slightly, as if she had encountered a good thing.

"When I came down like a hero and rescued those humans who were surrounded by undead with bows, arrows and magic, surely that man would know how to get along with the noble moon elves."

Thinking that she would soon be able to reap the gratitude of the other party, the elf girl changed her previous negative attitude.

Chapter 59 Not reconciled

Boom!

The bowstring vibrated, making a trembling sound.

The invisible arrow shot out, turning into a bolide, hitting the death knight on the skeleton horse.The opponent's shiny black armor was easily pierced, and the whole person turned into a torch.