Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

From the perspective of the remaining magic power of the ether crystals after the war, the so-called "300 hours of life-time use" by the Chess Corps means that the ether crystals have stored [-] units of magic power.

"Fortunately, I'm more cautious about using golems. If I'm reckless, I'll definitely be trapped by this kind of false propaganda!" Youfu Ma angrily dropped his pen and heard footsteps.

Chapter 61 The Loot That Matters Most

Yoof Ma raised his head and found a human knight walking in with a silver-haired girl with pointed ears.

"Is there a problem?"

"Lord Earl, Miss Anwen Yexing, I have something to do with you."

"Thank you, you can leave now."

Although Pierre was reluctant to partake of the elf girl he admired, he had to obey the orders of the superior nobles and dawdled towards the door.

"Hello, Miss Anwen, I'm Yofu Ma, is there anything I can help you with?" Yofu Ma asked, glancing at the elf girl with a look of admiration for beautiful things.

Anwen Yexing raised her hand, white light flashed, and a box of dazzling gold pounds appeared in the room.

"I complied with the agreement and sent the ransom."

What is this, sending coins for thousands of miles?

Well, people keep their promises and send the ransom, or they should be respected and polite.

Youfu Ma got up and went to the cash box, picked up a finely crafted gold coin, and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss An Wen. By the way, I remember there should be another treasure."

"You mean the elf's heirloom?" The girl's red eyes met Yofu Ma, "Just standing here."

"You?" Yofu Ma had a feeling that he didn't know what to do.

"Yes. Anwen Yexing, who will serve Seris' Yoof Ma until the end of his life. This is the most solemn oath of the Silver Elf, and you don't have to doubt it."

Pierre, who was at the door, heard this and almost stumbled.

A young man's first love affair ended without a hitch.

He stumbled and ran outside the palace, feeling that his heart was colder than the armor on him.

Yofu Ma didn't know that this sad young knight would meet a glamorous baroness who was enough to be his mother when he was getting drunk at the Wild Rabbit Tavern tonight. After a night of passion, he awakened a new hobby.

All his attention was on the elf girl.

After reading the letter from the Sherwood Elf Patriarch, Yoof Ma understood the general intention of the other party.

"Your strength?"

"Elite rank, level 13 magic archer."

"Not bad. Qualified to be my follower."

An Wen's mouth twitched.She could feel the slight fluctuations of magic power emanating from Yofu Ma.He is just an ordinary human spellcaster, how dare he say such a thing?

Fortunately, after many encounters today, the elf girl restrained her pride and nodded slightly, in response to Yofu Ma's "approval".

"Okay, Miss An Wen, I hope we can get along well in the future. I have always been very generous to my followers. The salary is generous, including meals and lodging, nine to five, five days off and two holidays, and holidays. There are original shares to take."

Although he didn't quite understand what Yofu Ma was talking about, at least according to his attitude, it was acceptable.She heard that after some human nobles gained the allegiance of female elves, they regarded them as her concubines, always thinking about doing some dirty things.

Youfu Ma rang the bell, and after a while, the two maids who were waiting outside walked in.

They are the two girls who served Joan of Arc on the tower before.Now that the situation is chaotic, Ma Youfu keeps the two of them by his side to do some chores.

"Lisa, Melina, please arrange a room for this lady."

After sending the elf girl away, Yoo Ma once again focused his attention on his own affairs.

After experiencing this battle brought about by the intersection of the celestial and spheres, he has gained a lot.

First of all, after helping the knights to strengthen their weapons before the battle, they finally reached level 3.

He learned three first-level spells.

Flamethrower (releases a cone of flame 10 feet ahead)

Secondary material enhancement (use magic to increase material strength)

Impact Field (creates an instantaneous release of force field energy that pushes away from the target)

These three spells have their own characteristics, and if you dig carefully, you should be able to develop many interesting uses.But Yoof Ma has more important things now.

What to do after the battle?

Comfort the wounded, mourn the dead?

This kind of thing can only be done by the saintess.The spoils, divide the spoils!This is Yo-Fo Ma's number one priority right now.

Although the Kingdom of the Black Tomb was a strange kingdom of the dead, it was definitely not poor.From the undead consul Mutasis, down to the undead warriors buried with them.Except for the skeletons of miscellaneous soldiers who were temporarily summoned, all of them had precious metal decorations.Those armor and weapons are smelted back in the furnace, which is also a wealth.

In addition, as a direct participant in killing Mutasis, Ma Youfu had already obtained the staff used by the opponent in advance.

He could feel that the remaining magic power inside was still surging, and when he had time, he could study it carefully.

When night fell, Joan of Arc returned to the ducal palace.Although she was tired, she was still in a good mood.

"Teacher, the five kilometers around the duke's palace are completely emptied, and there is not a single walking skeleton. All villages and towns have also been notified to strengthen their vigilance to prevent the attack of wandering undead. Although it will take a long time to completely clear these enemies, but this time the celestial sphere It is fortunate that the meeting did not have irreversible consequences."

"It's not luck, it's the result of your hard work."

"And you, teacher, and everyone." The girl showed a hearty smile.

"Come on, don't keep the duke waiting."

The two came to the banquet hall under the guidance of the servant.

Youfu Ma deliberately slowed down and followed behind Joan of Arc.She is the protagonist tonight, and she shouldn't be taking the lead.

When Joan of Arc stepped into the hall, the originally noisy voice stopped abruptly.

The nobles who were feasting all turned their eyes to the young girl.

Some of them were bandaged, some had their arms dangling, and some had lost an eye forever.But at least they could sit here and enjoy life tonight instead of lying in a cold morgue.

"To our heroic and merciful saint, Jeanne Dac!" said Philip III, who was seated on the throne.

The others followed the Duke to toast.

Looking at everything in front of her, the girl's eyes were a little wet, and the surging emotions were rolling in her heart.

Why is she so excited?

Is it because of the huge sense of dislocation from captive to guest?

Or the absurdity of seeing the devilish Burgundian who once ravaged his hometown now welcomes her like the friendliest and warmest companion?

Youfu Ma doesn't know.All he can do now is to accompany the girl quietly.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc has gone through a lot of wind and waves.

"Thank you, may France and Burgundy be united, may we stay away from war, and may peace and prosperity last forever." She quickly recovered her emotions and said in a confident voice.

"May peace and prosperity last forever!" The nobles raised their glasses again.

Perhaps to release the wounds left by the war, there were many nobles who drank without restraint at this banquet.Even when the Holy Maiden was present, all kinds of drunken scandals emerged one after another.

Halfway through the banquet, Philip III winked at Yofu Ma.

The two stood up and left together with several important figures such as Prime Minister George and Count Armagnac.

The night is still very long.

Chapter 62 Bald

Philip III, Duke of Burgundy, Knight Nicholas Rolland, commander of the army, Antoneva de Crowe, Bishop of Nevers.

Mayouf, Count of Rouen, Georges-La Tremoyer, Count of Armagnac, Chancellor of the Palace of Charles VII.

Six senior executives from the two countries came to the private reception room one after another.

Roland Knight, who took off his armor and put on his casual clothes, first came to Yofu Ma.Although Philip III spent a lot of money to ask the priest to heal him, the movements of the Roland knight were still somewhat unfavorable.

He took off his hat and bowed solemnly to Yofu Ma: "Please tell your majesty, I, Nicolas Rolland, son of Francois, solemnly swear. With the sword of her friend."

"You are serious. In fact, Jeanne and I admire your bravery very much. I hope that there will be a chance in the future, you and I can fight side by side again."

Afterwards, everyone took their seats.

Philip III said: "Today, we won an epic battle, and the story of our bloodbath with the evil undead will become legend and be widely told."

Seeing the impassioned appearance of the Duke, the uninformed thought that he personally went into battle today and killed the undead consul.

The others watched quietly as Philip III performed.

After making a generous speech, he finally got to the point: "Both Faber paid a heavy price for this battle. Therefore, we need to distribute the spoils prudently, carefully and fairly, so that the families of the deceased can be comforted and the soldiers can be spared. The blood is meaningful."

At this time, the Minister of Palace George stood up: "My lord, the spoils are there, and there will be no big problem in distributing them later. I think there is a more urgent matter that needs to be finalized first."

Philip III had a premonition that the sly French fat man was going to disrupt the situation, but he still said gracefully: "Please continue. If the matter is really urgent, we must give priority to solving it."

"The place of peace talks," said the Prime Minister of George's Palace.

"Uh... Let's discuss this matter later. The most urgent task is to deal with the problems left by the undead army." Seeing the change in the lord's expression, Bishop Nawell immediately stood up to smooth things out.

However, in the French court, who has been crawling and crawling, and has climbed to the peak of power, George's palace minister, how can it be so easy to get rid of?This old and hot fat man likes to seize opportunities and chase after him.

"How can we talk about it again, Your Excellency Antoneva?" said the Minister of the Palace, shaking his round head, "Look around, sir. This magnificent palace has been badly damaged in the battle, and the reception room even I can't get together six intact chairs! Coupled with the remnants of the undead wandering outside, this place is no longer suitable for living!"

The Count of Armagnac added: "The safety of the duke is not only related to the fate of the Duchy of Burgundy, but also to whether there will be peace in France. So you should leave here as soon as possible. Set a place for peace talks as soon as possible, and then go to this place. Wouldn't it be better to have a safe place to spend the winter with the protection of heavy troops?"

Although he doesn't want to admit it, the French do have a point.

Philip III also did not want to stay in the palace in Dijon.Every time he raised his eyes to look out the window, he wondered if there were still monsters hidden in that distant tomb of another world.

"I agree. From the point of view of military security, Sharon is indeed the most suitable place for peace talks today." Roland Knight said.

Philip III glanced at his favorite general in surprise, as if to say: I didn't expect you to be a big-eyed man!

"Lord Duke, what can build friendship better than fighting side by side to bleed together? I think Lanci and Burgundians can trust each other more now. Knight Roland just expressed his true thoughts." Mayoufu said.

Philip III looked at Bishop Never again.The latter spread his hands helplessly and shook his head.

The duke understood.

Because of this uphill battle, the relationship between the two countries has heated up rapidly.If he procrastinates and delays the negotiation, he will inevitably be criticized by the nobles of his own country: If he delays the negotiation, do you, Philip III, put personal grievances and grievances above the interests of the whole country?

"Well, I trust the professional judgment of your country's astrologers and generals, and I agree to set the negotiation venue at Chalon."

Seeing that Philip III finally nodded, and all the details of the peace talks were finalized, Prime Minister George immediately raised his head, showing a proud expression of "great victory for the Prime Minister".