Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Dupin shook his head.

"I run a martial arts gym in reality."

"This……"

The local tyrant Lao Luo choked for a long time and couldn't speak.

At this time, on the distant road, a group of farmers holding spears and sticks appeared in their sight.

And in the front row of these farmers, the plainly dressed girl was staring at the stumped limbs and arms all over the ground, dumbfounded.

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So he should have sent it, probably.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Are you Artoria, or Joan of Arc?

The girl leading the farmers in front of her should be Joan of Arc.

Lao Luo, a local tyrant, has seen Joan of Arc, but what he has seen is Joan of Arc on the battlefield. In the official French mission line, how heroic is the blond girl in white armor? How many players were fascinated by the way the flag stands on the mountain of enemy corpses.

But at that time, Joan of Arc was followed by countless blood-soaked soldiers. They opened their mouths, probably calling the girl's name. Even if there was no sound, the aura of meaningless sacrifice of all people was coming.

Instead of just being followed by a group of blank-eyed farmers like now, they did open their mouths, but they were too scared to speak by the mountain of corpses and blood in front of them.

Compared with the Joan of Arc in the official mission line, although the appearance of the Joan of Arc in front of me has not changed, both her temperament and her eyes look too immature.

However, facing Joan of Arc, who was still a country girl, Du Pin's expression suddenly changed.

Dupin picked up the mace from the body of the cavalry commander, thought for a while, and then changed to a sword.

This gesture of choosing weapons carefully made Lao Luo's eyelids twitch.

"Abin! Brother Bin! What are you doing!"

"Get ready to fight, didn't you see the boss coming?"

Dubin had a solemn look on his face.

"Arturia, the King of Knights, I didn't expect her to come here... Pay attention to concealment when you strike later, I might not be able to take care of you in a fight of this level."

Saying so, Dubin tried the edge of the long sword, and then rushed straight there.

Fortunately, the local tyrant Lao Luo used the fastest reaction to hold Du Bin who was about to strike.

"No! No! This is not the King of Knights! This is Joan of Arc!"

Taking another look at Joan of Arc in the distance, Lao Luo finally realized what the problem was.

"They are not alone! They are two different people! It's just that their faces and hair are similar!"

"……what?"

After looking at the girl again, Du Bin relaxed his sword hand a little.

There is indeed a difference. Although they both have beautiful blond hair and almost look the same, the girl in front of him is completely different from the King of Knights in his impression in terms of temperament and momentum.

Of course, the possibility that the other party is deliberately showing weakness is not ruled out. After all, he himself likes to use this method to deceive opponents occasionally.

Seeing that Du Bin still had no intention of putting down his sword, Lao Luo, the local tyrant, couldn't hold back anymore. He was about to kill the NPC before the mission started. This was the first time he had seen such an outrageous master.

However, thinking that the other party opened a martial arts gym, Lao Luo, a local tyrant, can understand a little bit. After all, I heard that people who practice martial arts are violent, so it is understandable to be a little hasty.

But why does the person who runs the martial arts gym come to play games?

"To challenge more opponents."

Du Bin scratched his head when he heard the question from the local tyrant Lao Luo. He was not sure whether the local tyrant Lao Luo could understand what he said.

"Just like earning experience in the game, the improvement of martial arts level also requires a lot of actual combat experience, but the sparring in reality can only be regarded as a simulation, and it is too far away from the real life-and-death fight... But the game is different, The words of the game are all false, but due to technical reasons, this false is very true... Can you understand what I am talking about?"

"...I understand what you mean."

The local tyrant Lao Luo slapped his head, he understood what kind of master he had encountered.

He is not a master who understands the plot, nor is he a master of game operation, but a real martial arts master in reality-come to the game to find a fight, he has never heard of the reason for playing the game.

But it was this outrageous reason, but unexpectedly... there was nothing wrong with it?

"Anyway, put down your sword first."

With a sigh, Lao Luo, the local tyrant, broke the long sword from Du Bin's hand.

"That's not the boss, it's the mission target we want to protect. What we have to do is not to kill her, but to ensure that she will not be killed by others."

"Bodyguard, I'm familiar with this. My family opened a bodyguard bureau a long time ago. My grandfather told me about it."

Du Bin, who no longer held the sword, simply stretched his waist, and then he really stood behind the rich brother Lao Luo like a bodyguard.

Even though there was only one person standing behind him, Lao Luo felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart, as if even if the English army rushed to his face now, he would be safe and sound.

At this time, the girl named Jeanne also walked towards them.

"Master Cavaliers passing by, did you defeat these Englishmen?"

Attracted by the luxurious armor inlaid with gems, the girl immediately found the local rich brother Lao Luo who looked like a knight.

And standing behind the local tyrant Lao Luo, the blood-stained cloth-robed figure was automatically regarded by her as the knight's entourage.

That should be the case. After all, those knight novels are written like this. Even if a knight with strong martial arts defeats the enemy, he will not be stained with blood. The appearance of that entourage covered in blood is clearly a manifestation of poor martial arts.

He must have suffered a lot of injuries when he was covering the knight, so he should bandage this follower up later.

However, if she wanted to save her hometown, the village named Domremy, the knight in front of her was more important.

"Master Knight, although I know that you are exhausted from the war, I still have a heartfelt request."

Saying this, Jeandra brought a middle-aged man over, and just looking at the light in those eyes, one could tell that this was not an ordinary farmer.

"This is my father, Jacques Duck, the tax collector of Domremy and the guard of Domremy. Fifty young men are willing to fight with him, but we can't resist the British attack. We have already Called for help from General Bowercott, but we probably won't make it to the British Army..."

"Uh……"

Listening to Joan's incoherent words, Lao Luo couldn't help scratching his head.

Obviously, compared to the leading general in the official mission line, Joan of Arc in front of her is still too young.

This made Lao Luo, a local tyrant, couldn't help but turn his attention to the middle-aged man in front of him, that is, Jacques Dark.

But this Joan of Arc's father did not respond to his gaze, but raised his hand and rubbed Joan of Arc's hair, ruffling that beautiful blond hair into a mess.

"My child, you have found the wrong person. The one who can really make the decision is not the knight."

Saying this, Joan's father turned his head and looked at Lao Luo and Du Bin, the local tyrants.

"This knight-lord in gorgeous armor is indeed quite rich, and it seems that he is indeed in charge of many subordinates."

"But the follower standing behind him is the real hero!"

Looking at Dubin's bloody body, Joan's father's voice trembled a little.

With such a terrifying aura, it is like a real evil spirit... How many people has been killed by this figure in a simple cloth robe in front of him!

"This hero, would you like to come to Domremy Village for a few days?"

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Joan's father bowed deeply to the terrifying figure in front of him.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War: Chapter 3 Choose Your Defenders

32 cavalry, 65 infantry, [-] longbowmen.

This is all the numbers counted by the corpses on the ground.

Such an English team is good at both field battles and fortifications, not to mention there are thirty longbowmen, with such force they can even attack some small castles.

Joan of Arc's father had such a small castle, but it was not his, but originally belonged to the local lord. In order to rent this fortification to defend the village, Joan of Arc's father Jacques the Old spent fourteen dollars a year. Gold coins, and a lot of wheat, this is already the most ideal shelter he can find as the captain of the militia.

However, even this ideal sanctuary can hardly face such a heavily armed British army. Under the cover of those infantry and cavalry, thirty longbowmen can easily kill all the soldiers in the village. Young and strong, let Domremy shed the last drop of blood.

But now, this team has all fallen to the ground, turning into corpses all over the ground.

There were no distant footprints, and no obvious horseshoe prints, which showed that they could not even escape when faced with the imminent death.

And it was only one person who did all of this.

A man with bare hands, not even armor.

The knight in gorgeous armor is actually an ordinary person, this kind of nobleman who buys a set of armor because he has money, as a tax collector, he has seen some - but he can kill a whole bunch of people with his bare hands. He had never even heard of a member of the regular British army.

In fact, until now, Old Jacques didn't know whether his decision was correct or not. God knows whether he brought such a fierce character back to Domremy, a savior or a disaster.

However, at this time, he had no other choice.

As Joan of Arc said just now, if there is no foreign aid, Doremy, who is on the front line of the war, may not be able to support the arrival of reinforcements.

Of course, there is another reason besides this.

"Too much! Too much! This is too much to give!"

When he learned that the soldier named Dupin in front of him was willing to give all the trophies present to the village of Domremy, even the old Jacques, who was a tax collector, had seen many rich men, and was shocked by this outrageous generosity. .

You must know that this is the armor and weapon of hundreds of people. Although the chain mail has been damaged due to the battle, it is not a big problem to arm seventy or eighty people by repairing each other.

Such a batch of military supplies, even the lords may not be willing to give it, but this man named Du Bin in front of him actually gave it away as soon as he said it?

"Otherwise? I can't take it with me anyway."

Dupin didn't think it mattered.

"Anyway, your village also needs to defend itself, right? You just take all these things, and I can't use so much by myself. Why don't you use them where they are more needed?"

As soon as this remark came out, the corner of Lao Luo's mouth twitched, even he was moved by the weapons and equipment that could arm some small guilds, and they really had a way to take everything away, after all, they had systematic backpacks player.

However, when he thought of the "Sword of Promised Victory" worn by Du Bin on his waist, Lao Luo, the local tyrant, also understood that Du Bin might not only feel that he couldn't take it away, but even looked down on these ordinary weapons and equipment.

This is normal, as martial arts have been trained to Dubin's level, ordinary weapons have long been unable to satisfy his use, and the only weapons that can be used by masters are equally excellent weapons, I am afraid that only the sword of the oath of victory Level weapons will be kept by Dubin.

But this sword...