Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

"O'Rourke, guard the door and be vigilant!" Yofu Ma ordered.

"Understood, Master."

Later, he and Joan of Arc began to discuss the next move.

"Mr. Yofu Ma—Abu, teacher, I think we should go to the Duke's Palace immediately. There are thousands of people living there, most of them civilians, and they need protection."

Ma Youfu rejected her proposal: "Faced with the meeting of the celestial sphere, everything is unknown, and we cannot act recklessly. Now the visibility outside is no more than two arms, although it is only a short distance, but can you guarantee that you will not get lost before reaching the palace? "

"But, are we just staying here and doing nothing?"

"Miss Jeanne, sometimes doing nothing is the best choice. The seven saints have given you extraordinary abilities, not for you to spend without thinking. Have you forgotten about Compiègne?"

Joan of Arc bit her lip and hesitated, looking aggrieved.In the end, she still did not choose the previous habit of "reckless and reckless".

"Got it. Then I'll put on my armor and wait."

Chapter 52 The Yellow Sand Falls

When Mayouf and Joan of Arc were chatting about language classes in the tower, Georges La Tremoyère and the Count of Armagnac were engaged in a fierce battle with the Burgundians in the Chamber - using mouth.

"We insist on setting Luxembourg as the place for peace talks between the two sides." Bishop Navel said, "The Duke is not in good health and is not suitable for long journeys. Only in his own territory can he receive the best care."

Not in good health?

Poor health will find four new mistresses at the same time as marrying a second wife?

This old pervert now has nearly twenty mistresses!Charlie VII, who was addicted to Agnes, was an innocent virgin in comparison!

By the way, this guy also likes to read romance novels.That guy Yofu Ma, in order to please the Duke, actually showed him the latest manuscript of "The Young Woman Anjie White" first!

Damn, I also want to know what the hell is going on with Lady White and the Abbot at someone else's wedding!

After a lot of rants in his heart, the Prime Minister George squeezed out a very political smile and said: "Your Excellency, Chalon is the place where the famous Roman general Aetius defeated Attila, the whip of chaos, and has an extraordinary history. Significance. Signing the contract here will surely make the friendship between the two countries praised by all countries and will last forever.”

"Because this is the place where the bloody battle of Sharon broke out, it is not suitable for the two noble monarchs to stay there. I don't know how many bones of the dead are buried under the land there. The anger and resentment of the dead, after years of accumulation, as long as there is darkness Excited, the consequences are unimaginable. We cannot take this risk!”

George Palace retorted: "You worry too much, Bishop. Not to mention that so many years have passed, even if those soldiers had resentment when they were dying, they have long since disappeared. And the church is also purifying this land with the gift of God. For so many years, I have never heard of a large-scale undead riot in Chalon. Bishop Neville, are you questioning the Seven Saints?"

Being buckled with a big hat, Bishop Navel quickly identified himself: "I have absolutely no intention of this!"

Seeing that his left arm was temporarily defeated, Philip III winked, and the Roland knight, who was the right arm, stood up immediately.

This time, he's trying to win the argument from a military standpoint.

"The Chalons were too close to the British, and on the banks of the Marne, if the enemy wanted to attack here, they could go upstream from Paris."

It was Count Armagnac who stood up to refute: "Don't worry, His Royal Highness has already ordered the reinforcement of Chalon's defense. And we have heavy troops stationed in Reims and can support at any time."

"Haha, how many British people can your so-called 'heavy soldiers' resist?" Knight Roland laughed loudly.

"Since the Battle of Orleans, we have defeated the British many times. Your Burgundian army, instead of fighting, is a dog for the British." Count Armagnac confronted each other.

"The only thing you can rely on for victory - Jeanne Dacque, is being held on our tower." Knight Roland sneered, "Without a woman's leadership, you are as weak as chicks!"

"Even a chick can kill a Burgundian like a bug." Count Armagnac returned a disdainful look.

"I want to duel with you!" Roland Knight was furious.

For this reason, Philip III finally stood up to smooth the game.

The two men who scolded the white face, Bishop Navel just acted as ordered, but Knight Roland, because his younger brother died in the battle with France, really hated France and did not want to negotiate peace.

The Duke just wanted to use this meaningless quarrel to soothe the hearts of the French embassy.Perhaps the final peace venue will still be selected at Chalon, but he can take advantage of various ceremonial details.

It is the long-cherished wish of Philip III to hold down Charles VII.

"You two, the banquet in the evening includes stewed dolphins and roasted peacocks. Let's calm down your anger with delicious food, and don't hurt each other's friendship."

The title of the Dauphin of France is dauphin, which is the dolphin.

Although dolphins are indeed a rare ingredient that will appear on the table of nobles, Count Armagnac still feels that it is Philip III who is secretly rubbing his disgusting Charles VII.

"I'm not feeling well, I won't be attending the banquet tonight, please forgive me." The arrogant Earl saluted and said goodbye.

George Palace, who is as sleek as a person in life, smiles to round up the court with Philip III.After saying a few words, Count Armagnac, who was not far from the council hall, hurried back.

"The celestial spheres meet!"

"What?" Philip III, who had been motionless and acted as the master behind the scenes, was shocked.

In order to show off his wealth, the duke installed gorgeous stained glass in the council chamber. After closing the windows for warmth in winter, he couldn't see what was happening outside.

After the Count Armagnac left, he found that the chaos had suddenly started, and he quickly returned to report.

Knight Roland opened the window a crack and immediately ate a mouthful of sand.The people behind them stared at the sky with solemn expressions.

"The meeting of the celestial spheres has come so soon." Philip III said solemnly.

"I knew that those astrologers were unreliable, didn't they say at least a week left?" Knight Roland spat on the ground.

"It's useless to say this now." Philip III showed the arrogance of a ruler at a critical moment, "Roland knight, you go and gather all the guards of the palace, gather them, and deal with the unknown enemy that may appear at any time. The one on the moat. The bridge is the defensive focus."

The duke also instructed Bishop Navel: "Mr. Antoneva, order the magistrate to send a letter of request for help, and let all the nobles of Dijon come to support!"

"Two esteemed guests, although we are at odds on some minor issues, we are facing a crisis and must be united."

"agree."

"I will do my best to spend this time with you all."

Seeing the two nodding, Philip III said: "Your Excellency Count, if you can contact your embassy as soon as possible, and the two sides will join forces, I will be very grateful."

Count Armagnac said: "I try my best. But the guards are stationed outside the palace, and the situation is unknown."

And the Prime Minister of George, also received an errand to appease people, don't scare yourself and let the palace fall into riots.

"May the Seven Sages guide us in this sandstorm, give us courage, and get through this test..." After the Duke took the lead in prayer, everyone left.

Fortunately, the arrangement was appropriate and the action was timely, and the sudden and strange sandstorm did not throw the duke's palace into chaos.

Finally, the wind stopped and the world was quiet again.

Looking at Philip III in the distance from the highest tower of the palace, his breathing suddenly increased, and he kept chanting the name of the Seven Saints.

In the distance that he could see, the original white snow had turned into a long yellow sand.

It suddenly appeared in the desert in the field of vision, and a huge black mausoleum stood upright.

Chapter 53 One Bad News, One Good News

The circular-domed mausoleum is like a black eggshell, half-buried in the sand, exuding an ominous aura.

Just when everyone in the palace was at a loss for the strange scene in front of them, a voice came from the mausoleum.

It was like whispering in the ear, and it was like coming from the distant underworld.

Both rough and low, and sharp and high.

It was so cold that it made people chill, and it was so hot that it could ignite the darkness in my heart.

"I am Mutasis, Archon of the Undead, and I declare that all lands within sight belong to the great and eternal kingdom of the Black Tomb. I command, living ones, to offer up your flesh and soul!"

A skeleton wearing a peculiar golden mask, holding a wand in one hand and a spell book in the other, floated out of the mausoleum.

Although the art style of the objects on it is completely different from the known civilizations on Earth, its hostility is obvious.

The undead consul raised his staff, and the mouth of the leaking skeleton opened and closed, not knowing what spell he was chanting.

I saw that the gem at the top of the staff gradually filled with evil energy, and finally released a dark green death ripple.

"Wake up and serve my warriors with eternal death!"

One by one, the skeleton warriors equipped with weapons walked out of the mausoleum with neat steps.

And in the yellow sand, even in the snow, there are deceased people who have long been turned into bones, pull out the soil, and see the sun again.Although they are not like the warriors who died for the undead archons, they are well equipped and have complete skeletons.But even after the bones that were tattered and clattered when they moved, converged into a sea of ​​gray and dead, people still shuddered involuntarily.

"Unexpectedly, there are so many dead buried under the land where we live." Philip III sighed on the gazebo.

Fortunately, humans have recovered from their initial stunned.

The Roland Knights began to organize troops and set up defenses on the bridge.

Even a layman can see that the only bridge on this moat is the most critical defense node.

The seven saints bless, fortunately, the temperature is not low enough, and the moat is not frozen.

The servants moved out all the expensive furniture in the palace and built temporary fortifications.

Philip III looked at this scene, his eyelids jumped with pain, but there was nothing he could do.

The clergy, holding the holy emblem aloft, walked around, loudly preaching the doctrine of the Seven Holy Spirits, boosting morale and swept away fear.

All pre-war preparations are being carried out in an orderly manner.

According to the "Encyclopedia of Otherworldly Creatures", the undead consul Mutasis and the kingdom of the Black Tomb, although they don't know the origin, have a large number of troops under their command, and they are still increasing. Tricky enemy.

They are nothing but skeletons, and knights who are promoted to professionals can fight twenty one.

As long as you grasp the terrain advantage and don't be surrounded by the opponent's numerical advantage, there is nothing to be afraid of.

With the help of servants, Philip III put on golden armor decorated with gems, and walked out of the palace with the call of his personal guards.

He wants to go to the battlefield to boost morale.

"Your Excellency Count, have you contacted your people?" asked Philip III.

Count Armagnac, who was approaching, shook his head with a serious expression: "No. The three paper pigeons I released were shot down by the enemy's archers, and there was no means of long-distance communication at hand."

"Then I can only hope that your commander is good enough to seize the opportunity and cooperate with us," said Philip III.

The camp where the [-] mission guards were stationed was separated from the palace by the sudden appearance of the mausoleum.If the two sides can seize the opportunity and attack from front to back, it is a feasible strategy to defeat the enemy.

However, the Roland knights obviously gave no hope for this: "You French people don't know what discipline is at all. Wait, those stupid and proud young knights will definitely shout the name of the seven saints when they see the evil army of the dead. , regardless of the charge. I hope you will have enough manpower to transport the dead back to your hometown."

Although Count Armagnac wanted to refute, he knew in his heart that what the other party said was the truth.

Those mission guards were young nobles eager to do good for the king, and they were impulsive on the battlefield, and no one could stop them.

Roland Knight's words were like prophecies.As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

Several great nobles who had been in the army and horses all their lives immediately realized what had happened.

A hundred knights with shining armor and sharp weapons are using their equestrian skills since childhood to form a dense impact formation, like a huge wave of steel rolling forward, quickly approaching the undead army from the side.

"It's a little bit brainy, and I know to charge from the weakest point on the flank. But it's meaningless." Roland Knight's expression was complicated, and he didn't know whether he was complimenting or mocking.

Philip III no longer went to see the battlefield, and said disappointedly: "Knight Roland, I'll leave it to you. Hurry up and build a defense line, don't waste the time those brave boys bought us."