Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Chapter 72 Small-minded

"Count of Rouen, enough blood has been shed, shall we have a good talk? We only wanted to kidnap you and go to the English for ransom, not your life. Give us ten thousand livres and let us How about you leave safely?"

The head of the underground forces in the Champagne region, the scar-faced man known as "Louis the Master Shaver", was shouting at the Cathedral of St. Urban.

Looking at the burning city behind him, the meat shaving master never imagined that things would develop to this point.

After the failed ambush in front of the pet store, the Assassins were in hot pursuit, and Yoo Ma fought and retreated.

The Assassins worked well together, were familiar with the terrain, and were well prepared.Crossbows, javelins, throwing knives, throwing axes, and even clay pot grenades, all kinds of long-range weapons, greeted Yo-Fu Ma and his party like raindrops.

Even so, the assassins failed to swallow their prey in one bite, instead shattering a few teeth.

The guards around Yoof Ma, with the exception of O'Rourke, were all professional veterans recruited in Chinon and Dijon.Ma Youfu generously paid out of his own pocket and bought a full-body armor made in Milan for each of them.

A set of these full-body plate armors cost 80 livres and 16 sous, which was equivalent to the price of an ordinary war horse or a heavy-duty stone-shooting gun. It was definitely high-end equipment.

Further up, there are the armors that are custom-made by those big customers.

For example, the full-body armor made by Charles VII for Joan of Arc was mixed with 10% mithril, and the weight loss and constant temperature spells were kept constant.

Ma Youfu even applied "secondary material enhancements" to the guards' armor, shields, and weapons.

Although this spell can only increase the strength of metal by a small amount, for warriors, this little advantage can determine life and death on the battlefield.

The guards, armed with money and magic, protected Mayouf and Margaret, and retreated to the safety of St. Urban's Cathedral unharmed.

During the retreat, Ma Youfu and An Wen even launched counterattacks from time to time, killing more than fifteen assassins.

St. Urban's Cathedral is a stone building and surrounded by open ground, so there is no need to worry about being affected by the fire.As long as you hold the gate, you will be invincible.

The assassins obviously did not have the courage to launch a frontal attack, and could only solve the problem by shouting.

"It's all your people who bleed. My subordinates are all jumping around. If you want [-] livres, you should make money by selling your butt!" Ma Youfu responded with sarcasm.

The abbot is very small-minded, and he wants to run away with money when he offends people?

"Half of Troyes is burning now. In order to catch me, you are so mad that you dragged the city into the water. You are really idiots who self-destructed the Great Wall. Don't you forget that even cockroaches that can't see the light have to rely on this city to survive. Is it?" Yofu Ma continued to use words to poke at each other's sore spots.

"Damn it! I'm going to peel off his skin to make boots!" The meat shaving master yelled, and the scars on his face became more and more hideous.

He clearly broke the defense.

Of course the fire wasn't set by the meat shaving master.How could his rogue guild rely on this prosperous trading city for food?

It's just that today's events are developing so fast and weird that people can't figure out the cause and effect at all.

At this point, the remaining Assassins were hiding in a building across the street from the Cathedral.The meat shaving master paced back and forth in the room, finally making up his mind.

"I continued to talk to that goddamn Count of Rouen, stalling for time. Throwers flanked by shadows from both sides. After approaching, break the glass and disrupt the enemy with glitter powder! While the enemy is in chaos, the others rush in together! "

At the same time, Ma Youfu said something similar to that of the meat shaving master: "I continue to talk to that damn meat shaving master, delaying time. Dean, you can detect the evil, determine the location of the enemy, and then tell An Wen. Fight for a blow. Must kill, kill the leader of the enemy."

As a 1st-level priest, the abbot who can only use the two divine arts of "detecting evil" and "healing minor injuries" nodded with a bitter face.

The helpless priests in the monastery were hiding in the corner and shivering. He had no other choice but to help Mayoufu repel the enemy.

The two sides exchanged trash talk across the street. About a minute later, the head of the monastery pointed to a small building with a red exterior wall on the opposite side and said, "On the second floor, I saw it. There is an evil aura that turns red to black!"

Only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, think about the title of "meat shaving master", and you will know how many bad and disgusting things the other party has done.

"The direction I listened to the other party's shouting was not there."

"The other party used a special technique to hide the source of the sound. Even our elf's ears couldn't tell the direction." An Wen explained.She raised the elf bow and aimed it at the target, "Now, just wait for the other party to appear in the window."

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Youfu Ma picked up the grenade gun, "I'll clear the firing range for you."

Time was short, and he didn't have time to create more grenades.After today's test firing and the previous battle, he now has two incendiary rounds, one strong acid round, and one shock round.

He loaded the shock bomb, aimed at the wall on the second floor of the small building, took a deep breath, held his breath, kept his arm steady, and injected a touch of magic into the grenade gun.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the force field energy in the gun chamber was instantly released.

The grenade flew a straight trajectory and hit the target accurately.The gunpowder exploded and the spell was triggered. Under the action of this dual force, the wooden wall was smashed into pieces, and the whole situation in the house was exposed.

His face was bloodied by the flying sawdust, and the meat shaving master screamed. He recovered from the explosion and found that he had lost his cover.

The meat shaving master looked at the church across the street in astonishment.In his cruel pupils, who are used to seeing death, the elf girl who is loosening the bowstring is reflected...

Front door.

"Master Shave is dead, run!"

There were chaotic sounds from both sides of the church.The rogues panicked and fled.The glitter powder they threw crackled and burst into dazzling light, decorating the street like a festival.

However, because of the fire and chaos, the citizens did not dare to come out to enjoy this rare sight, and could only hide in their homes in fear.

"Youf Ma, do we want to go put out the fire?" Marguerite looked worried at the fire rising from the other side of the Seine.

"I appreciate your kindness, ma'am, but we can't go out to put out the fire. Things are too weird tonight, and I'm worried that I'll meet a tougher enemy if I rush into danger."

If you recruit the chess army, you can walk sideways in the city, but this kind of trump card with extremely limited number of uses can still be saved if you can save it, and don't use it until the time of crisis.

Ma Youfu didn't say anything.He suspected that the city's nobles - even the Count of Troyes, were involved in the attack on him.

To be cautious, it is better to return to the manor outside the city first and wait until things calm down.

"I don't know how Joan of Arc will react when she sees the fire when she arrives in Troyes. She will probably organize emergency relief immediately."

Chapter 73 The target is the saint

On a hill, Le Camus, wearing a black cloak and a face mask, with only a pair of puffy eyes exposed, was admiring the "wonderful" view of the fusion of fiery red and pitch black in the distance.

Especially with the faint screams and cries coming from the cold wind, it makes people feel happy.

He seemed to see the mother holding her daughter, suffocating in the thick smoke.I saw a family of three sobbing and turning into coke in the fire.Seeing the old man with difficulty walking, his back broken by the collapsed beam, he moaned for hours before he died.

"Hahaha, enjoy pain and destruction, unbelievers!" Le Camus burst out laughing.

Beside him, Berthe stood silently, but his eyes were also full of twisted ecstasy no less than Le Camus.

But the city of Troyes, which was blazing in the distance, was just the appetizer tonight.A real dinner, in the woods below the hills.

There is a road that must be taken from the Burgundy region north to Champagne, and Joan of Arc will certainly pass by.

The plan to attack Mayouf was just an excuse for Belt to get more temporary rights from the Count of Troyes.

Under the banner of "doing great things for the count", Berthe successfully brought Le Camus, a wanted man from the Holy See, to Troyes.

Le Camus brought fifty "eggs of the gods".After swallowing this piece of flesh that kept beating like a living creature, the devout members of the New World Order would turn into powerful warriors.

That is the kind of monster that the Count of Troyes saw.

However, letting the city of Troyes be swallowed by the flames is just a pretense to create chaos and attract the attention of the enemy.The real target of Le Camus was the saint from Lorraine—no, it should be called the seven saints' lackey!

The British are gathering all their strength to attack Chalon, where Charles VII and Philip III meet.And Joan of Arc, who has repeatedly defeated the British army, is undoubtedly the key to success or failure.

With her and without her, the French army is completely different.

In order to maximize his own winning chips, Le Camus naturally found a way to kill Joan of Arc.

To this end, the British and Le Camus mobilized various resources to send a boat of Viking warriors along the Seine to Troyes.

At this time, these Vikings who believed in the evil god of another world were lying in ambush in the woods, waiting for Joan of Arc to step into the encirclement.

The army of the Count of Troyes was caught by the fire with full attention.Youf Ma was attacked, and if he failed, he would have been strapped to a carriage and taken to Paris overnight.If he succeeded in escaping, the cautious Seris would only hide in the manor.He won't come out until Tianming finds out the situation.

So this evening, Joan of Arc will be alone.

"Come on!" Bert shouted excitedly.

On the horizon, a white swallowtail battle flag appeared.Even if the flag was so far away, even in the dark night, Belt could feel the sacred light blooming on the flag, stabbing his eyes with burning pain.

"Ready to taste the blood of the saint?" Le Camus chuckled.

Joan of Arc seemed to see the red sky in the distance.Realizing that something big happened in Troyes, she led the cavalry to speed up, and soon entered the forest.

"Stop!" Jeanne pulled the reins and stopped.The knights behind her also stopped in unison, and the whole process took less than five seconds.Obviously, this is an extremely elite cavalry unit.

"My Lady, what's the matter?" a knight asked.

"There is a situation ahead," said Jeanne.

The rich experience brought by the constant battle, and the extraordinary intuition bestowed by the Seven Sanctuaries, made her aware of the danger ahead.

She raised the battle flag high and sang: "In the name of Mirna, the god of darkness, luck, and secrecy, let us see the way forward!"

Suddenly, a warm wind, which is very strange in this cold winter, blew through the woods.

Hidden behind trees, rocks, and steep slopes, the silhouettes of tall stature, armed with weapons, appeared in everyone's eyes.

"There is an ambush!" The knight was shocked, and then came the joy.

Fortunately, the Holy Maiden leads the team, otherwise they will plunge into death.

"It's no wonder that in the previous village, those villagers behaved a little strangely. They took us around in the swamps for two days, but they didn't find any undead. It turned out that they were deliberately lying to us and delaying time." Another knight suddenly realized.

Joan of Arc said nothing, took out a rocket from the saddlebag and lit it.

Flying into the air, the rocket exploded, bursting with dazzling white light, reflecting the worried faces of the knights.

This is Yofu Ma's gadget to convey urgent information.

As the so-called cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops meet each other.Joan of Arc shouted: "Soldiers, Troyes' reinforcements will arrive soon, and then we will launch a counterattack!"

On the hill, Le Camus saw Joan of Arc send a signal for help, then turned the horse's head and evacuated from the forest, and his face changed greatly.

"Quick, give up the ambush and pursue the enemy!" He gave the order to the Viking warrior using telephony.

After the Vikings got the order, they left the original ambush positions one after another.But what about giving up the pre-set traps and roadblocks, can two legs catch up with four legs?

Le Camus had already anticipated this situation.

After he walked to a huge rock, he knelt in front of the ritual that had already been arranged, and began to perform the magic ritual.

Le Camus took out a ceremonial dagger with a special shape, and held the dagger tightly with his left hand. After a while, blood seeped out from his fingers.

While drawing with his hot blood, the mad astrologer recited: "Winter of the earth element, Scorpio in the ninth house, reverse... I, the astrologer Le Camus, hereby declare with the power of Saturn, this piece The earth will be torn apart!"

At the end of the recitation, Le Camus, who was pale, almost collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Belt, I have exhausted my magic power, and I can only rely on you to provide support for the Vikings. This hunt must be successful!"

"As ordered, Master." Belt quickly left the hill.Behind him, the magical ritual begins.

In the humming magic resonance, a large number of citrines pre-placed on the magic circle turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.