Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

The huge power triggered by the magic ritual quickly extended to the bottom of the hill, like an angry earth dragon, tearing open countless wounds on the earth.

"All to the right!"

Joan of Arc, who was at the forefront of the cone array, turned her horse's head in time to avoid the sudden earthquake, and did not let the war horse fall into the crack of the ground.

The knights went round and round and found there was no way out.

On the right is the flowing Seine, on the left is the forested hills.

Then, only forward.

The Vikings who have left the forest have assembled into a phalanx.They were wearing heavy armor and holding terrifying two-handed battle axes, as if an impenetrable wall was slowly rolling over.

From a distance, the winged helmet in the dim light looked like the wings of a demon.

The warhorse paced uneasily, spewing white mist.The instincts of animals tell them that the battle is very dangerous.

Joan of Arc patted the snarling mount and raised the battle flag.

Chapter 74 The Holy Sword and the Battle Axe

Along with the girl's singing, streaks of golden light covered the knights.This time, Joan of Arc used the guardian oath, which can provide additional physical defense, spell resistance for companions, and greatly enhance the recovery speed of physical and vitality.

Then, Joan of Arc pointed the sword of St. Catherine forward and mobilized the horse.

The knights followed.

The cold wind was blowing, withered branches and fallen leaves rustled, and a low singing voice sounded in this cavalry unit.

"Lady of the Seven Saints, Catherine of Alexandria,"

"You and the Seven Saints will always live in the majestic Paradise Mountain,"

"Guide us, your faithful followers,"

"To the white mountain top,"

"There is love, there is joy, there are holy angels."

Even if it was just a chorus of a dozen people, the singing swept the entire battlefield like thunder!

"charge!"

Joan of Arc gave an order, and the warhorse suddenly accelerated.

The knights lowered their bodies, leveled their lances, and rushed towards their enemies more than ten times without hesitation!

Jeanne also lowered her visor.

There was only a gap left in her line of sight, and the whole world seemed to be extremely narrow.But that's not a bad thing.She can focus all her attention to the front, to the extraordinarily tall figure in the enemy's formation.

The Viking, who was more than two meters tall, had a red beard that was dazzling like a flame.His expression was as ruthless as a Scandinavian blizzard, and a strange dark golden light shone in his eyes.

boom!

The sound of metal crashing came one after another, the two armies fought, and the brutal and bloody struggle began.

Joan of Arc used the flag as a spear and rushed towards the Viking leader.The latter took down two pitch-black battle axes from behind and assumed a fighting stance.

puff...

The flagpole pierced the enemy's body, but couldn't get an inch.Joan of Arc quickly let go, lest the powerful recoil force knock him off the horse.

The Viking leader with a flagpole in his chest took only three steps back.

From an onlooker's point of view, it looks like Joan of Arc's warhorse dashed towards the enemy's axe, and was cut off cleanly.

Joan of Arc jumped back at the last minute, then landed firmly.

She took a deep breath, looked at the warhorse whose head was in a different place, meditated "Rest in peace, mate", and raised the sword of St. Catherine.

The Viking leader pulled the flagpole off his body and approached the girl who was much shorter than him step by step.

Joan of Arc saw that the feathered snake-shaped pendant on the other's neck glowed, and the huge wound on his chest began to creep and heal quickly.

"The evil god's trick!" Joan took off the head of the helmet to gain a better view.The holy sword in his hand held a sword flower.

The sword edge trembled slightly, and the bright holy light enveloped the entire sword body, as if eager to fight against evil.

The battle axe with a special material in the hands of the Viking leader shone from time to time with a strange light intertwined with blood red and dark green, as if he was also longing for the blood of the enemy.

He was like a beast that came out of an extremely cold place, rushing towards Jeanne.

Clang!

The double axes and the holy sword are intertwined, Mars bursts out in the dark, and the extraordinary power is constantly colliding, and the air waves that are excited are rolled up into the sky, like a dream.

But the sound of fighting quickly broke the romance.

The Viking leader's moves are calm and hot, completely different from his violent and savage appearance.The two tomahawks created red and green lines of death in the dark night, as if strangling the girl in front of them to death step by step.

And Joan of Arc also competed against each other, not giving a step, a huge force that did not match its appearance burst out from the body, the sword of Saint Catherine went forward, against the two battle axes of death.

clang!

There was a thud from Joan of Arc's armor.

A crossbow bolt hit her breastplate and was thrown off.

Even the English longbow with elven technology can't penetrate her armor, let alone a hand crossbow that can only deal with unarmored targets?

However, this crossbow bolt is more than just a physical attack.The lightning energy enchanted on it is released at the moment of hitting, and the current travels around, bringing unbearable paralysis and stinging pain.

If it weren't for the armor itself and the oath of guardianship giving her spell resistance, this would definitely hurt.

But even if the body is not in serious trouble, this momentary sluggishness is extremely deadly in a battle of similar level.

Joan of Arc took a breath to get rid of the influence of the electrical energy, and then saw the Viking leader's battle axe, one of which swept toward his abdomen, and the other whistled and slashed diagonally toward his neck.

She responded instantly, the holy sword stabbed the enemy's wrist, and at the same time took a step back to the right to dodge.

"Humph!"

A little blood burst from the wrist, and the injured Viking leader's axe swept towards Joan of Arc's abdomen missed, but another attack, although off-target, also smashed into the opponent's shoulder.

A huge gap appeared on the shoulder armor in an instant, and the inner lining and armed clothes were also cut open, leaving a deep wound with visible bone.

The girl endured the severe pain and applied a "treatment for moderate injuries" to herself.But what surprised her was that this magical technique was not very useful.

At this time, the Viking leader opened his mouth for the first time since stepping into the battlefield: "This is a duel under the watchful eye of Quezalcoatl, unable to breathe, unable to escape, until death..."

Jeanne largely understood.The opponent's axe is infused with some kind of divine power, and after being cut, it is equivalent to being cursed.Not only is it incurable, the injury will only get worse.The curse can only be lifted by killing the enemy who wounded you.

"Then see who can survive until tomorrow morning." Joan of Arc took a deep breath, lowered her injured arm, and held the holy sword in one hand.

At this time, the knights had been forced to retreat by the enemy who had an absolute advantage in numbers.There seemed to be a flash of magic in the woods, the despicable villain who attacked himself with a crossbow arrow must still be lurking in the dark at this time, brewing a fatal blow like a poisonous snake.And the Viking leader in front of him was so fierce that he was almost invincible.

Despite this, the girl was not at all cowardly, her body stood tall and straight in the night wind, and the whole person and the sword in her hand seemed to be one.

"The seven saints' lackeys, bah!" Belt, who was hiding behind a pine tree, cursed while reloading his crossbow.

He loaded a red crossbow bolt that smelled of fiery sulphur, then took out a small vial of blood and poured it on the hand crossbow: "Master Omniscient and Almighty, please guide the target for your servant."

In the distance above Joan of Arc's head, a blood mark that only Belt can see suddenly appeared.

Belt raised his crossbow, and the moment he pulled the trigger, he suddenly heard a sound coming from behind with the night wind.

It was the sound of dense and neat footsteps!

Belt turned back in horror, and saw in the deep forest, the light of metal armor flickered under the moonlight.

He was about to shout loudly, but he heard a faint crisp sound, and a 40mm grenade was coming in front of him.

boom!

Belt instantly turned into a human-shaped torch. He screamed, struggled, took out a magic scroll, and tried to extinguish the flames on his body with water creation.

Ma Youfu calmly loaded a copper ball propellant and a flame grenade and aimed it at Belt.

Chapter 75 The Curse of the Vikings

The second explosion sounded like a horn for a counterattack.

The leather boots of the Burgundian soldiers and the French soldiers marched neatly across Belt's body, which had been blown to pieces, and marched toward the battlefield.

"In order to rescue Joan of Arc as soon as possible, it seems to be too hasty. We should capture this guy alive and interrogate some more information. It is really uncomfortable to provoke cultists over and over again." Charred corpse, shook his head.

Behind him, An Wen took a few vertical leaps before jumping onto the tallest tree in the forest.She bent her bow and arrow, aiming at the Viking chief with her back turned to her.

Only a few elves can master the "dual shot" power, but An Wen can use it with ease.The two elf arrows accurately hit the target's leg, causing the tall Viking leader to kneel on the ground.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc, who was confronting the enemy, raised the sword of Saint Catherine and stabbed the opponent's throat fiercely!

The huge body like a beast collapsed, and Jeanne was half-knelt on the ground as if she was completely exhausted.

A strange scene happened.

The body of the Viking leader did not bleed, but gradually turned to ashes and disappeared with the wind, leaving only an empty helmet and armor.

The reinforcements brought by Youfu Ma turned the tide of the battle in an instant, but even if the Vikings lost their leader, they continued to form a battle against an enemy that was several times their own. There was no sign of demoralization and surrender.

Yoof Ma was not allowed to gather crossbowmen and a small number of musketeers to keep firing at the surrounded Vikings.

In order to end the battle as soon as possible, he even summoned a cannon golem and blasted two fire bombs into the enemy's phalanx.

Finally, the formation of the Vikings loosened.The soldiers of the two countries swarmed up, broke through the defense line, and then divided and strangled one by one.

By the middle of the night, the battle was finally over.

These Vikings, who seem to have traveled through four centuries, are very strong in combat, and their will to fight is even more terrifying. Not a single one surrendered. When they were dying, they were still shouting the names of some pagan gods.

"This reminds me of those crusaders who went to the East with only their enthusiasm." Bishop Nawell, who participated in the war together, said with lingering fears, "Please allow me to leave, Your Excellency Count, I will do a field mass for the sake of The dead and survivors pray."

"Please, Your Excellency."

After watching Bishop Navel leave, Youf Ma picked up a Viking wing helmet, trying to find some clues.

The elf girl jumped down from the tree and landed lightly beside him, creating a fragrant wind.

"Well, my grandfather's news has been confirmed," An Wen said.

Yofu Ma nodded in agreement.

After the Sherwood elves deliver their most beautiful treasures to Yoo-fu Ma, the two conveniences establish a certain bond.Being in England, the elves could not blatantly abandon the Plantagenet family and declare an alliance with France.However, it is still possible to share and exchange information.

Youfu Ma had long learned from An Wen that Bishop Bowen had met with some Vikings who believed in the Ability God, and it seemed that something shocking was brewing.

However, until he saw tangible evidence, he only regarded it as a rumor.