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"The two characters are 'Dubin', which is my name."

"Dubin...?"

Joan nodded, secretly remembering the name.

"Then what about the next one? The first one should be Du, and the latter one..."

"Shen Huai, Du Shen Huai."

Looking at the direction of Joan's finger again, Dubin said casually.

"That's my name too."

"... two names?"

Jeanne froze.

"Then what is your name, instructor..."

"It's all right, the last one is the name my grandfather gave me."

Dubin thought for a while before explaining.

"At that time, my grandfather wanted me to practice martial arts, so he gave me this name. When my father gave me my household registration, I thought this name was too similar to an ancestor. That ancestor was called Du Shenxuan, which was only one word away from me, so I simply Change my name to Dupin."

Thinking of this, Dubin couldn't help scratching his head.

"Originally he meant good things, and hoped that I would be full of guests and make more friends, but then I found out that there is a dog named Doberman...so all my friends call me A Bin, which at least sounds more comfortable. .”

"Abin...?"

Joan recited the name silently and remembered it in her heart.

"So, this document is..."

Looking at the self and fingerprints on the document, Joan vaguely felt something.

Even though the handwriting had long since dried up, there was still a faint smell of blood.

Writing with blood, isn't that a bit...

"This, this is an agreement."

Dubin took the paper over.

"Signing this document means agreeing to a contest. There are no rules and no restrictions. The two warring parties can use all their abilities to their heart's content."

"For a martial arts competition...is it a duel?"

Jeanne frowned slightly.

"Isn't that dangerous? What if something happens?"

"That's what you want, that's why it's called the life and death certificate."

After glancing at the bunch of names on the document, Du Bin folded the document and solemnly put it in his arms.

"It is not only the difference between superiority and inferiority, but also life and death."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 51 Chapter 51 The Thirteen Faces of National Warriors ([-] characters for tickets)

Recently, Lao Luo feels that his life has become more and more enjoyable.

First of all, the wound on the thigh is healed. This is undoubtedly a happy event. Although he can barely feel any pain with only a quarter of his sensitivity turned on, a wound on the leg will still affect his actions after all— — Now it’s all right, not only does it not affect walking, he can even trot.

The second thing is the progress of the mission. This special mission line is finally back on track.The heroic Joan of Arc broke the Augustine fortress and shattered the English siege of Orleans. Today, the "Saint of Lorraine" has become a rising star in the French army.

A large number of low-ranking sergeants are willing to use her and follow her to attack cities and villages. Many high-ranking generals are also impressed by her courage and courage, and are willing to fight with her—and with Joan of Arc in the army, The prestige is growing day by day, and Lao Luo's status has gradually risen.

Thinking back to the official mission line and the pre-military meeting, he could only stand at the door and act as a minion, which is not like now. Not only is no one calling him Lao Luo, but those people have to respectfully call him "Mr. Luo" when they see him.

"Wearing the most flashy shirt, pretending to be very emotional, if someone comes to take a photo, remember...huh?"

Lao Luo, who was about to go back to the tent, suddenly saw that Dubin was walking towards him carrying a lot of things.

"Abin! It's so early! What are you doing carrying a bunch of things?"

"I'm looking for you."

Dubin, who was carrying a lot of things, simply threw the bundle of long cloth bags on the ground.

"Didn't I say I'd give you ten battle flags before? Counting your previous one, it's enough now... There should be a few more flags. I'll remember whether it's twelve or thirteen. I don't know."

"Yo!"

Lao Luo was delighted when he heard it, but he didn't expect that there would be more unexpected surprises.

Originally, in his prediction, it was enough to be able to play a battle flag. Of course, it would be better to get the battle flag of Joan of Arc, but now that everyone is so familiar in the same team, Lao Luo is embarrassed to say that Just take away the little girl's weapon—he is already satisfied with an ordinary battle flag, so this special mission line is not in vain for him.

But now...

Too much.

This gives too much.

One battle flag can boost the entire team, ten battle flags means that ten teams can be boosted - of course, he doesn't have ten teams, but he can divide these battle flags and distribute them to the following squad.At that time, each team will have a team boost. If this boost can be superimposed, the entire team can even eat... ten team boosts?

Of course, considering the actual situation, Zhanqi's team growth rate probably cannot be superimposed, but ten separate team growth rates are also a good thing, which means that the teams under his command can act separately, and each divided team can increase Combat power, this is like a tiger with wings for a player like him who mainly plays guilds!

As long as you have these ten battle flags...

"What ten shots? Didn't I say it was a little more?"

Dupin scratched his head.

"I was thinking of giving it to you as a bonus... You don't want it, do you? If you don't want it, I'll exchange it for military merits. The battle flag can be exchanged for something..."

"Yes! Yes! Who said no!"

Realizing that there were more battle flags, Old Luo Deng jumped anxiously.

Are you kidding me, these are all battle flags, and they are all combat power displayed on the face, such a good baby is just used to exchange for military merits for npc... What a crime!This is too wasteful!

"I'll take it! I'll take it all! The extra gold coins will be transferred to you when I go out!"

"Uh, I just said it was to add to the head...Forget it, since you must give money, then that's fine too."

Du Bin scratched his head, but decided to obey Lao Luo's wishes.

"Don't forget, you still owe me more than 500 gold coins."

"I know, isn't it Jin...huh?"

Only then did Lao Luo, who came back to his senses, realize that he had just said something stupid in a hurry, and that he was originally planning to give it away, but instead he took out a lot of gold coins for no apparent reason.

But this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore. Gold coins are trivial matters for a player like him who is willing to spend a lot of money.

"Let me count how many... huh?"

Raising his hand to open the cloth bag in front of him, Lao Luo was stunned.

The battle flags that appeared in front of him were indeed battle flags, that’s right, every battle flag was washed clean, he roughly counted it, there were a total of twelve, including the pole in his hand before, it was thirteen— ——But although the number is right, the specifications are not right. Why do these battle flags look... much shorter than the one in his hand?

Not only is it much shorter, it is simply folded from the middle. If the original length of the flagpole can be used as a long gun, then the current length of the flagpole can be regarded as a short stick.

"This……"

Lao Luo choked on the spot.

This is the battle flag?

Why is it a little different from what he imagined?

"Wait a minute, you... Hey! What are you doing!"

Before Lao Luo opened his mouth to say anything, Dubin pressed a heavy shelf on his body - and then, Dubin inserted one battle flag after another into the groove behind the shelf , the size fits perfectly, not bad at all!

"Come on! See for yourself!"

Saying this, Du Bin brought a mirror over and handed it to Lao Luo.

"I haven't been out much these days, so I've spent all my time doing this. How about it? It looks pretty good!"

"I……"

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lao Luo couldn't say a word for a long time.

Just because the current him is like the old general on the stage, with all the flags on his back, even twelve!

That's it?That's it?What about the twelve teams that were agreed upon?Is it all on him?

"Let me just say, how can you carry ten battle flags by yourself? It's a lot of trouble to carry a lot of them every day... Now, let alone ten, you can carry twelve as you like!"

Dubin laughed out loud, apparently quite satisfied with his handiwork.

"By the way, where is your previous battle flag? Bring it over for me to have a look."

"Huh? It's right here, what's the matter?"

Lao Luo subconsciously handed over his battle flag.

"What are you doing...what are you doing!"

Seeing that Du Bin actually raised his leg, Lao Luo rushed forward.

However, with his body full of battle flags, he was no match for a well-trained warrior in terms of agility. He only heard a "click", and his original battle flag was also kicked from the middle.

Pulling out the sword of vowed victory and trimming the burr at the stubble, Dubin picked up the battle flag and inserted it into the last groove on the shelf behind Lao Luo's quilt.

"Okay! That's how we all live!"

Looking at the brand-new Lao Luo in front of him, Du Bin felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Just look at the six flags on the left and six flags on the right of Lao Luo, who is wearing a gorgeous armor. , but this seems to have a wild and innocent beauty.

It's just that the towering flags on both sides make Lao Luo's figure even shorter, but it doesn't matter, Du Bin has already considered this small flaw.

I saw that half of the flagpole was inserted into the back of Lao Luo's neck. This No.13 flag not only formed a perfect symmetry with the two sides, but also effectively increased Lao Luo's height!

"Don't just stand there! Take two steps!"

Dupin rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Hurry up! Take two steps forward! Let me see what the effect is!"