Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

"How can you, the evil undead, be able to compete with the power of the fire elf Shaloman snake?" An Wen was very satisfied with her continuous improvement in archery.

This is a small ferry [-] kilometers away from the Duke's Palace.She encountered a small group of undead here and wiped them all out.

"Has the human race been defeated? Otherwise, why would these Black Graves be scattered into the wilderness in small groups?" She came to an inference that was most in line with her own cognition.

Because these skeletons are not ordinary undead transformed from corpses due to the influence of dark energy.They come from a kingdom of the dead with strict class division and social division of labor - the kingdom of the Black Grave.

This kingdom, like the elves of Sherwood, came from the world of Andurion.It's just that the prosperous period of the Black Tomb Kingdom, in the Third Era, is older than the elven empire that was once prosperous in the Fourth Era.

It is said that these undead lived in the oases of the far south, and once established a splendid country, and magic even spread to every household.

But they still can't get rid of the general laws of the rise and fall of dynasties.The ruling class indulged in pleasure, corruption, and even began to pursue immortality.

In a sense, they did succeed - isn't immortal death just another kind of immortality?

The cost is also extremely painful.

A vibrant oasis turns into a dead desert.Prosperous cities were transformed into gloomy mausoleums.The rulers and their subjects live in black sarcophagi, waiting, waiting...

"The kingdom of the Black Tomb, which has been silent for an era, actually came to this world through the intersection of the celestial sphere. Is it a coincidence, or is there another reason?" As an elf in the north, An Wen has little to do with the kingdom of the dead in the desert in the far south. Understand, can only guess.

Because the residents of the ferry were already dead and running, An Wen could only row across the river by herself.She continued on the road, and found that the undead appeared more and more frequently.

At first, she still had the leisure to pull the bowstring and give these monsters who rebelled against the common sense of life and death a permanent rest.But after finding that doing so would take a lot of time, he simply urged the horse to rush, leaving behind those things that instinctively crave the flesh and blood of living beings.

"The enemy is getting denser and denser, and the situation is not good. I thought that with the elite guards of the Duke of Burgundy, even if they failed, they would be able to evacuate smoothly. But now it seems that it is difficult."

After another analysis, An Wen felt that the situation was becoming more and more critical.

The ending she wanted was to appear in front of that man like a hero and save him from danger.Instead of running to collect the corpse.

"Drive!" An Wen urged the mount to continue accelerating.

She made a decision that she would later regret: leave the flat road and take the path into the woods.

As a result, this Frisian warhorse purchased in Antwerp stepped on a pothole covered by snow while galloping, and fell to the ground suddenly, making a groan.

At the moment when the horse stumbled, the elf girl jumped off the horse's back and landed gracefully and steadily with the movements of a gymnast.

Looking at the injured horse, An Wen's face was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, mate, it was my impatience that brought this misfortune."

She took out the ointment secretly made by the elves and treated the wounds to the war horse.

Although this effect is comparable to that of the black jade intermittent ointment, which can save the war horse, in a short time, it is unable to run.

Just at this moment, a pair of eye sockets burning with faint green flames appeared in the woods.

The undead who had been left behind by her before, all pursued the unique natural aura of the moon elves, and surrounded them.

"Come on, you ugly things." An Wen picked up the elf bow.

……

An hour later, the elf girl gasped and lowered her sore arms.

The magic power was exhausted, and he was so tired that he could barely lift a finger.In order to protect her injured mount, she couldn't use the forest roaming tactics she was good at, and could only confront those undead head-on.

"I don't want to experience this kind of battle a second time." An Wen took out the kettle and drank more than half of the Karuta juice inside.

This magical elf special drink quickly replenished her physical strength.

It is a pity that the kaluta fruit was brought from Anduri, and it is not acclimatized to the soil and water on the earth, and the output is extremely limited.

An Wen also fed her own mount a mouthful of juice, patted its neck, and said, "Get up, mate, we still have things to do."

Although he can't run yet, this Frisian warhorse can already pace slowly.

I wonder if An Wen forgot to pray to Hermosa, the god of travel, when she went out. After walking out of the woods, she ran into a group of skeleton cavalry riding skeleton horses.

"Damn it!" The elf girl scolded a rare foul language, "It seems that the time of Anwen Yexing's allegiance to that man is about to end before it begins."

She gritted her silver teeth and raised her bow and arrow stubbornly.

As the young patriarch of the Sherwood Elves, the heir to the title of Robin Hood, she only allowed herself to die proudly.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded like raindrops, from far to near.

A team of human knights in shining armor arrives.The girl rider at the head has blond hair flying, and the battle flag held high is like a beacon that guides the light and justice.

The knights swept past like a storm, shouting and shouting and the sound of swords hitting the bones one after another.

The battle is over soon.

The blond girl drove up to An Wen, looked down at her, and said strangely, "Pointy ears? Strange, you don't have that strong smell of blood on your body."

An Wen raised her eyebrows and responded with a sneer: "Our elves are the darlings of the Creator, noble and elegant sons of nature. How could there be a smell of blood? Humans, are you deliberately insulting my race?"

"Sorry, ma'am. The elves I've seen before were all on the battlefield. They were either killing French soldiers or French people. I apologize again for my ignorance and prejudice."

An Wen could not refute it.

The elven officers who were sent to the army of England did indeed acquire many human vices.This is also the reason why she contradicted her grandfather's arrangement.

The human girl in front of her was as beautiful as an angel, and she was sincere and straightforward, making her disgusting.

Her breasts are bigger than herself!Not reconciled!

Thinking of the task she shouldered, An Wen decided to put down the arrogance of the elves and said, "Miss Knight, please help me. We must go to the Duke's palace to rescue as soon as possible. Looking at the situation where the undead are raging around now, the situation there must be very bad!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the knights laughed cheerfully.

Chapter 60 The elf girl is ashamed

Human laughter was not full of malice, so after An Wen was stunned, she suppressed her emotions and prepared to ask what was going on.

Joan of Arc explained with a smile: "Miss Elf, the army of the undead from the other world brought by the confluence of the celestial sphere has been defeated. What you have encountered are the remnants who lost the control of the superior undead, wandered around, and acted on instinct. Now the Duke's palace It should be the safest place in Dijon. Instead, other villages and towns are facing the threat of the undead. We are the troops that came out to clean up the remnants of the enemy.”

"What? Win?"

An Wen couldn't believe her ears.

From the vision that has not disappeared in the sky, it can be seen that this time the celestial spheres meet on a huge scale, and the number of invading undead is conservatively estimated to be several thousand.With the few guards in the Duke's palace, how could it be possible to destroy this army of undead so quickly?

Well, strictly speaking, not annihilation, just rout.

An Wen thought that if she could rescue Youfu Ma, break through the siege, and escape from the Duke's palace, it would be a great success.

As a result, people have already solved all the problems.It is estimated that the man is now sitting comfortably in a warm and luxurious room, considering how to deal with the aftermath.

Haven't the plan of your own hero descending from the sky, the adventure riding that caused the mount to be injured, and the battle with those undead, all become a joke?

Shame!

The elf girl's cheeks blushed unusually.

Seeing An Wen's embarrassed look, Jeanne raised her hand, and the knights immediately shut up.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?"

An Wen woke up like a dream and remembered her original mission.She took out a document and handed it to Joan.

This is an identification signed by Frans van Erzen, president of the Antwerp Artisan Guild.

As a Sherwood elf who was once an ally of England, at this delicate moment when Burgundy is about to negotiate peace with France, if you want to travel safely, you naturally have to ask for the help of a powerful boss.

Because of the timber trade, the Sherwood elves have a lot of connections with the big merchants in Antwerp, and it is not difficult to get an amulet from Frans that can travel freely through Burgundy.

"Ah, welcome, Miss Anwen Yexing. Are you looking for a teacher? He is in the Duke's palace." Joan of Arc ordered a few words to a knight beside him, and then said to An Wen, "I will let Pierre give You lead the way."

The knight beside her bowed to An Wen to greet her, then lifted her visor, revealing a slightly immature face: "I am willing to serve you, miss."

"Please don't refuse, Miss An Wen. The situation is very chaotic now. Given that your race is more sensitive, if you don't have anyone around you to clarify your identity, I'm afraid you will encounter a lot of trouble."

The elf girl originally wanted to refuse, but Joan of Arc also made sense, so she nodded.

"It's only six kilometers away from the palace, and I look forward to seeing you again."

After speaking, the saint of Lorraine left a horse for the elf and roared away with everyone.

An Wen rode on a new mount and urged the horses to set off with the young human knight.But in order to care for her old friend with a broken hoof, she slowed down.

Pierre was so happy.

He saw the moon elves for the first time.The other party's delicate and beautiful face, dazzling silver hair, and slender and energetic figure are completely different from the noble women that he usually contacts.

The young man felt dry mouth, hot ears and heart pounding.

It's a heartwarming feeling.

He hesitated, struggled, and finally summoned up his courage: "Miss Anwen, this is your first time in Burgundy. The red wine here is famous, and the black currant wine is also good. Under the patronage of the Duke, art flourishes. . I heard that the Castle of Gasouli will hold a painting exhibition this month. It must be very elegant to appreciate the works of masters while tasting wine, what do you think?”

"Oh." The elf girl responded casually.

At this time, Pierre, like the later generations who sent a long, carefully considered text to the goddess on WeChat, waited for three hours, but got a "bath" response from the boy, from head to toe. .

He wanted to try harder, but An Wen took the initiative to speak.

"Are you familiar with Mayouf? The Seris."

"Ah, you mean the Count of Rouen, of course I know!" The girl took the initiative to speak to herself, and Pierre was instantly filled with joy, and he continued to talk: "He is an Eastern wise man, who has healed the French Burgundy with his own hands. The rift. My father died in the Paris riots, and now the two countries finally meet without swords and arms, ushering in a long-lost peace! I just want to thank the Seven Saints for bringing this Oriental to France!"

"That man is so amazing? He boasted like a grandfather. No, how could a mere human being be compared to the great Robin Hood." An Wen didn't care.

At this point, the two were finally able to see the spire of the Duke's Palace.

Undead remains can be seen everywhere.Weary-faced servants are bending over to sweep the battlefield, collecting blood-stained weapons and armor, like old farmers working in barren fields.

In the distance, in a desert full of disobedience, the black mausoleum stands quietly, as if the life and death, victory and defeat that happened before, and the fierce collision between the two worlds, have nothing to do with it.

"Can you tell me about this battle?" An Wen asked.

"Of course, the beautiful Miss Anwen. Although I arrived after the war, I know the battle well."

In order to please the girl, Pierre gave full play to his eloquence and imagination.What kind of Roland knight crosses the sword and moat, one person is the bridge, and no ghosts come near; what is the silver sword of Joan of Arc, killing seven in and seven out of the army of skeletons; what is Yofu Ma's clever plan, a chain of iron fire and thunder slashes the undead to rule official……

"That Yofu Ma can control the golem?" An Wen found her biggest concern in Pierre's hype.

"I don't know much about magic either. I heard that the Count of Rouen is a spellcaster. According to the Count of Armagnac, he is still a very rare artificer. His golems are even more powerful than the technology in Roman times. !"

Sounds like some ability?Well, at least the lord I'm loyal to is not a mediocre.

An Wen cheered up and looked forward to the meeting between the two.

Finally arrived at the Duke's Palace.With Pierre leading the way, the elf girl successfully came to the room where Mayouf was.

At this time, Ma Youfu was immersed in writing and drawing, calculating the consumption of the chess army.

"If the mana consumed by a pawn golem is set as one unit, the energy consumption of a car golem is five units, the energy consumption of a soldier golem is two units, and the cannon golem is special. If the cannon is not fired, it will consume one-tenth of a unit per hour, and each cannon will consume three units of mana. It is estimated that the horse golems and phase golems that are not used today are also in a similar situation, the more powerful they are, the more they will consume.”