Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Fortunately, not too much.

"Follow me."

With just an order, Dubin rushed out with ten heavily armed militiamen.

Even if the task is not over, it doesn't matter, anyway, all the princes and nobles of France are gathered in Paris to celebrate the king's victory.

so……

It's just a city.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 66 Chapter 65 Worship is the emotion farthest from understanding ([-] characters for tickets)

Joan of Arc was not the first person to know the news of the city of Paris.

The families of those noble lords got the news before the city gate was closed. However, the soldiers of their families have now followed the king and the masters to the city of Paris—and when they brought the few soldiers left When they arrived in Paris, the strong city had already closed its gates to them.

The shouts of killing in the city, as well as the cries of dying, could clearly reach their ears even through the thick city walls.

This forced them to invite Joan back.

There is no way, no matter how much they, as nobles, hate this country woman who has taken away their glory, but now this country woman is the most capable of fighting among all the remaining generals—even before the accident, this country woman was the leader of all the generals. The one who can fight the most, but they don't want to admit it.

And now, no matter how much they don't want to admit each other's talent, no matter how much they don't want to admit each other's force, they must bow their heads and seek each other's help.

"I see."

Joan of Arc on a war horse muttered to herself.

Joan was in a trance. In fact, this feeling was already obvious when she walked along the way, and when she and the soldiers who had gathered under her command were reunited under the city of Paris, this uneasiness became more apparent. Has reached the extreme.

A flame taller than the city wall was burning in the tall city wall in front of it, and the blazing fire made the whole of Paris lose its night.

And in Joan's heart, that feeling became more and more clear.

"grown ups."

Baron Jill, who had already returned to the team, came over.

"I heard that... there are rebels."

Baron Jill was silent for a moment, but he still didn't tell the whole thing in detail.

It's not that it can be concealed, it's just because the facts are too unacceptable.He has always known the loyalty of the general in front of France to France. Even in the face of the king's post-war accountability, the other party still has no complaints, and silently undertook everything for peace-but the general complained to the foreigner. Baron Jill can vaguely feel what kind of emotion he has. After all, that heavy emotion has long surpassed the boundary between instructors and apprentices.

So he really didn't know what tone and tone he should use to make this matter clear.

He really didn't know what language to use to make Joan accept that the stranger she loved was trying to kill the entire city of Paris.

Relying on his unparalleled personal force, that man from a foreign land is preparing to destroy the whole of France by himself!

"Why on earth is this..."

Baron Gil couldn't understand it at all. They were still close comrades-in-arms at the last moment, and they were still running and fighting to save France, but when the English were finally defeated, when peace was about to come, that man chose Fleeing, dealt a fatal blow to France,

So... do you want to fight?

Whether it is loyalty to the king, loyalty to the kingdom, or the French nobles behind them, they are all urging the Northern Expedition to send troops to counter the rebellion—but I can recall the days when we fought against the English together, and remembered that the other party was fighting for the cause of the Northern Expedition. Despite the brilliant results, Baron Gil was unable to issue an attack order.

Baron Jill's complexion was as chaotic as the flames in the city. He really didn't know what decision he should make.

This made him involuntarily turn his gaze to Joan's face.

"...I'll go."

Shaking his head, the experienced general took off his helmet and let his brilliant blond hair fall over his shoulders.

"Don't follow me, I'll go by myself."

"My lord, you..."

Baron Gill instinctively wanted to say something.

But at this moment, he saw the general's eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Just looking at each other once, he already understood.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, the general in front of him still knew everything.

"No, you don't have to..."

Looking at those calm eyes, Baron Jill couldn't help clenching his fists.

"I mean, if we try to persuade you, this matter is still a bit too..."

"That's why I need to go."

Joan smiled, raised her hand and rubbed Baron Gil's head.

"This is something only I can go to. If you go, it will only cause trouble... Don't worry, I will come back safely."

"Also, if I don't come back, take them away."

"grown ups!"

Sensing something was wrong, Baron Jill quickly raised his head, only to find that the general had already whipped his horse and ran towards the burning city alone.

"grown ups!!!"

Amid Baron Gil's shouts, Joan of Arc with loose hair tapped her horse's back with her toes, and jumped onto the high wall at the top of the city.

Until she stood on the city wall, Joan realized that the current Paris city was far more tragic than she imagined.Almost every building is burning, and every house is billowing with thick smoke. Even if you just stand on the top of the city, the blazing heat wave still hits your face.

Taking a deep breath, Joan flew into the city.

This should be the second time she has come to Paris.Last time, she was brought here as a prisoner by the Burgundians, and she couldn't see the city of Paris among the chaos, but this time, looking at the burning houses and streets, she already knew that she Probably never see the bustling scene of this big city again.

"So...why?"

Joan couldn't help clenching her fists.

She didn't understand, everyone had already fought desperately and fought for peace, why did they still do this, she didn't understand why the foreigner she once loved so much would do such a cruel act-in fact, after receiving From the moment of the news, she already knew everything, just because in her memory, there was only one person who was able to make such an astonishing feat.

But... why?

It was obvious that they finally defeated the English, and they had already paid such a high price for peace, so why, why...

"What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice rang in Joan's ear.

"Why are you crying? What did I teach you before? Be calm when encountering problems, have you learned everything from dogs?"

"Teacher...officer?"

Joan raised her head subconsciously, but she froze in place.

The figure in front of her was so familiar and yet so strange to her.

The man in the foreign land was still wearing a blood-soaked cloth robe as when they first met, and he smelled bloody all over his body—but this time, the man from the other side didn't give her any reassuring feeling, only Because she knew the two corpses the other party was holding.

That was the general under the king's command, the noble lord of France. Once upon a time, they had toasted her at the celebration banquet.

But now, these two French soldiers were thrown into the sea of ​​flames and burned like firewood.

"What are you looking at me for? Have you never seen whack-a-mole?"

Surrounded by fireworks, the figure of the foreigner is like a demon walking out of hell.

"This bunch of rubbish can really find trouble for me, and they want to dig a tunnel to escape. I have to burn the whole city to smoke them out... So why are you here? Didn't I say that I have something to do these days? Do you want to do it? Go back, this is not the place for you."

"you……"

Joan's hands trembled slightly.

"Do you really know what you're doing? Why on earth are you doing this!"

"I have a taskbar, can I know what I'm doing?"

The foreign devil shook his head.

"Of course I'm destroying France. I can leave after killing them all. It's such a simple thing. Do you have any questions? No problem, don't stop me from doing things."

"you……"

Zheng——

The general's saber at his waist, which had never been drawn out of its sheath, had already fallen into Joan's hands.

Even though the tip of the sword is still trembling, the blade itself has already given the answer.

"……interesting."

The foreign devil smiled.

"Then let me see how far you can make use of the things I teach."

Saying this, the cloth robe soaked in blood was used as a hood!

"fake!"

Even though she knew that the foreigner might take advantage of the short sight to deceive her, Joan still did not choose to stab forward with her sword - just because she knew very well that the foreigner was better at taking advantage of the opponent's abilities than simple blindfolding. Judgment to make instant countermeasures!

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc, who was flying back, turned the hilt of the sword upside down, and stabbed behind her along the ribs!

"Huh? There is progress!"

A familiar voice came from behind Joan of Arc.

"But the frame is broken!"

clang--

The tip of the sword was hit violently by a huge force, which made the blade of the long sword slam into Joan of Arc's ribs - the originally hidden and beautiful sword move made Joan of Arc suffer bitterly at this moment. Peiran even pumped so vigorously that Joan turned around twice in place!

At this moment, the big palm of the cattail fan silently pushed towards Joan's chest and abdomen.

Although it was just a slap of the palm, Joan of Arc's back was already covered with cold sweat, just because she had already remembered that even the dragon girl in black was seriously injured on the spot by this slap—if she was hit by this She might even die on the spot if she was hit with the front of her palm!

"drink!"

The point of the sword touched the ground, and Joan of Arc flew into the air!

After all, the killing palm still passed her by, the originally ferocious thrust of the palm, now only the fingertips stroking across the armor remained.