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"Don't move around, at least ensure the final consciousness."

Just when Artoria looked disgusted, a voice rang in her ears.

It was a voice that disgusted her extremely, it was simply the whisper of the devil.

"After all, those knights have to do the last thing, farewell to the remains."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 64 Chapter 63 Kanglong Has Regrets ([-] words for tickets)

It is also part of the duel to let the opponent who is seriously injured and dying to see his relatives and friends for the last time.

The Knights of the Round Table took Artoria over. They surrounded their king after a long absence, and expressed their gratitude to the warrior from a foreign land.

This time, none of the Knights of the Round Table would feel that this contest was an offense, just because this duel was indeed extremely fair. In the end, their knight king still missed a move and was thrown in the chest by a hundred-step flying sword, and no one can blame this.

After all, if this trick must be said to be insidious... then their Knight King even took hostages before, isn't it even more insidious?

"It's just that we have one more request."

After taking Artoria, who had lost her breath, Lancelot, who was standing in the front row, couldn't help lowering his gaze to the sharp sword in the hands of the foreign warrior.

"This sword has a special meaning to us, can you put it..."

"No."

Dubin shook his head and refused without thinking.

"This is mine. I won the competition. If you want to take it back, you must first defeat me."

"……Too."

The knights of the round table thought about it, but they didn't get too entangled.

"Originally we just wanted to fulfill the wish of the king, but from what I saw just now... it might be a better thing for her if she doesn't have the status of a king."

Having said that, the Knights of the Round Table left with Artoria. As for where the knights who had been summoned by magic power and had not existed for long wanted to go, Dubin didn't ask, nor did he care.

This is the silent tacit understanding between warriors, and it is also the last respect between fighters.

Besides, he has other things to do.

"Burn, burn..."

Among the broken limbs, the crazy Duke of Burgundy held a torch in his hand, and the soldiers who had been loyal to him had already died and fled, leaving him alone.

But it's just this kind of thing, the Duke of Burgundy doesn't care at all.

Just because at this moment he has completely lost his mind.

The unparalleled dragon fell in front of him after all, and the king he once loyal to died in the duel after all-the Duke of Burgundy couldn't understand, he couldn't understand why the king was so keen on the duel , obviously they have such a powerful force, obviously they can sweep the world, but why...

"No, nothing!"

The Duke of Burgundy stared blankly at the torch in his hand.

The king is not his king, and the army is no longer his army. At this moment, he has completely nothing.

Except for the torch ignited by the dragon's breath in his hand.

It is said to be a torch, but it is actually just a wooden stick, but it has been burning until now because it is contaminated with dragon's breath - but even a wooden stick has a purpose of a stick, as a duke, he has always They all know how to make the most of what is in their hands.

"So, this is probably our last use."

While muttering to the dragon's breath torch in his hand, the Duke of Burgundy turned his head to look in the direction of the prison car.

In the prison car, isn't that familiar pretty face exactly what the king in his heart looks like?

"Burn! Burn!"

The Duke of Burgundy wields a dragon's breath torch like a ghost!

Yes!As long as this woman is burned with the power of the dragon, the real dragon will appear in front of him again!Under the leadership of that king, Burgundy will surely usher in a revival!At that time, the Duchy of Burgundy will become the Kingdom of Burgundy, or even the Burgundian Empire...

"My dear one!"

The dragon's breath torch came out, and the Duke of Burgundy laughed.

"Come back! Hurry up... Huh?"

The wild laughter froze.

I saw that in the prison car, at some point, a fist was stretched out!

"state!"

The torch thrown at the prison cart was punched flying, and the flaming wooden stick flew back and hit the Duke of Burgundy hard on the head. Fell in a pool of blood all over the ground.

"What do you think?"

Withdrawing her fist, Joan frowned.

Just now she was stunned by the unheard of battle, and she couldn't recover for a long time - but no matter what, she is also a brave general who has experienced many battles, and she wants to sneak attack with this little trick She is really a bit too much.

But after regaining consciousness, Joan of Arc was also relieved.

Finally, whether it is the magic dragon or the army of Burgundy, all this madness is finally over.

"According to the agreement, I won."

Outside the iron cage, the stranger casually stabbed the Duke of Burgundy on the ground while saying so.

"It's you..."

"Welcome back."

In the iron cage, Joan couldn't help laughing.

At any rate, the difficult battle was won, and at any rate, the terrible duel was over.The overwhelming rain of arrows has passed, as have the artillery and crossbow guns, and the army of an unknown number of people has passed, as well as the terrifying dragon's breath...

"Welcome back."

While laughing, Joan wiped away the tears that slid down her face.

Even she herself doesn't know why she is crying at this moment, obviously everything has passed, obviously all those horrors have dissipated, but why she still, still...

"Okay, stop crying."

A hand passed through the iron bars of the prison car, pressed on her head, and messed up her hair.

"It's all over, it's all over."

"……Um."

Sniffing, Joan nodded.

It is indeed all over.

When she felt this familiar temperature, she already knew that what happened before her eyes was not a dream.

Everything has indeed passed, and the nightmare brought by the magic dragon is finally over.

"So you haven't come out yet? Is it addictive to stay in the cage?"

"I……"

After being reprimanded, Joan of Arc couldn't help shrinking her neck, but she put her hands out of the prison cart and broke the iron lock hanging on the cage door.

With her inhuman strength, she was able to escape in the iron cage a long time ago. The reason why she couldn't escape before was because, to put it bluntly, there was a magic dragon blocking the door—and this meant that when the magic dragon was captured When she was killed, she was already able to push the cage and escape by herself.

As for why he hasn't escaped until now... Isn't the answer obvious?

It's a pity that the stranger in front of her didn't care about her at all, and didn't even accept the chance of being a hero to save the beauty, what could she do?What should she do?

"You should change your clothes quickly!"

Looking Joan up and down, Dupin frowned.

"What a tattered look! Come on! We've got other things to do!"

"……Oh."

Looking down at the tattered prison uniform on her body, and the large area of ​​skin exposed because of the torn prison uniform, Joan of Arc couldn't help sighing.

"But there are no suitable women's clothes here..."

"What kind of women's clothes are you wearing? Wearing armor!"

Dupin couldn't help getting a little angry.

"Is it safe after the fight? A cold arrow will shoot you to death in a while! Hurry up! Lock this up!"

"……Oh!"

Seeing that the stranger handed over a helmet that was still in good condition, Joan's face became even more ugly.

You must know that since the stranger left, she basically doesn't have the habit of wearing a helmet when leading troops. After all, with her martial arts, the protection bonus of wearing a helmet is not as good as the hindrance to her vision, let alone the helmet. Most of the gadgets are ugly, far less dazzling than her golden hair on the battlefield.

However, before Joan could say anything to refute, the bucket-like helmet was directly buckled on her head.

"Pierce the armor yourself, and I'll find some undamaged ones for you... Fortunately, there are enough dead people here, otherwise it would be really difficult to pick up equipment."

"..."

Inside the bucket helmet, Joan's face was cloudy and uncertain.

She suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to retreat into the prison car.

"Give you!"

A large pile of armor was piled up in front of Joan of Arc, and Dubin wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

"Okay, put on the armor quickly, and then we'll go back."

"Go back? Go back to where... Wait, you mean we go back?"

Joan raised her head suddenly, she felt like she had heard something wrong.

"Let's go back? Are you going this time?"

"...not leaving for now."

Dupin scratched his head.

"Anyway, the battle is almost over, and the rest are trivial matters. Even if I find an opponent...I probably won't find one of this quality."

"Is that so..."