Your type of online game is too fake, right?

That's right, there is no need to have scruples, and there is no need to consider the reasons. No matter who the opponent is, whether they are allies or not, there is no need to care about any excuses for starting a war, and there is no need to even consider the consequences of the war.

Just because what appeared in front of him at this moment was the purest, war itself.

There is no name and no excuses. What is happening under the city of Paris right now is the purest fighting—even if the Burgundians don’t know why they are attacking, and the English people don’t know why they are being attacked. But all of this doesn't matter, to the person who is manipulating this war, it doesn't matter.

The dark dragon is enjoying the war, and only blood can satisfy the dragon.

Perhaps even blood can't do it.

"Why don't you come out, why don't you come out..."

Artoria, who was riding a horse, looked around, but she didn't see that familiar figure at all.

This is not normal.

War is the blood that attracts ferocious beasts, and the battle itself is the best bait. After giving up all unnecessary persistence, she saw herself clearly, and she also saw the stranger clearly—she who was once the King of Knights might not be able to understand Why on earth did that devil in a foreign land have such cruel thoughts, but after she completely gave up her knighthood, she found that the thoughts of that foreign lander were actually easy to guess.

All the stranger wanted was to fight.

Whether it's a one-on-one duel, or a one-on-many group battle, what the stranger wants is just fighting, just the fighting itself-if the stranger is compared to a bloodthirsty beast, then endless Fighting is the best food for this beast. Fighting can make him grow, and fighting can make him stronger. That's why he is so eager to fight, to fight everything.

But this time, why didn't that stranger show up?

Obviously she has sprinkled the bait, obviously she has created a war, why hasn't that foreigner appeared yet?

"Could it be... that you're afraid?"

Thoughts came to her mind, but Arturia herself shook her head first.

No, obviously not, the devil in a foreign land may have other emotions, but only fear.That stranger is not only fearless, but will even rush to death. He takes death for joy.

Then... why?

Could it be that he was hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity?

"Then don't give him a chance!"

Artoria ordered decisively.

"Take down the city of Paris first!"

With the swing of the long sword, the army continued to press forward. Compared with the English who had lost their supreme commander, the Burgundians were even more powerful at this moment - just because their real commander at this moment was no longer The Duke of Burgundy, but Artoria, was the knight king hundreds of years ago!

Perhaps in terms of martial arts, she will admit her failure, but leading the battle is still something she can be proud of!

"Pass it on! The enemy general has been awarded the head!"

Seeing that the English still had sporadic resistance, several Burgundian soldiers simply picked up the body of the Duke of Bedford with their spears. The miserable death of the body greatly shocked the English sergeants, and even made them stunned for a while. , unable to fight back.

But there were also some English sergeants who resisted more fiercely.

But this resistance is meaningless, especially when facing the King of Knights. Under the command of Arturia, the Burgundian knights began to dismount and fight. They often led more soldiers in solid plate armor. The spearmen and crossbowmen in the army raised their hands and shot whenever they met someone.

The so-called war is to use the many against the few.

The so-called famous generals are able to use many people against few people all the time.

"Did you know that if a person is killed by a sword, it is the limit to surround him with four or five swordsmen at most, but if it is a spearman, more than ten spears can attack at the same time. If it becomes a crossbow, there will be more, and dozens of arrows will be nailed to him together... Yes, if it is strong enough, it can block the attack, and even counter-kill, but even if it counter-kills, I will only lose a batch It's just people."

Artoria on the horse closed her eyes.

"I have enough manpower to consume, and I can find the right way to play after making mistakes...but he can't, he only has himself, he has no error tolerance rate, failure is death."

"..."

The Duke of Burgundy shrank his neck, he couldn't understand the nonsensical words - but he didn't need to understand at the moment, after all, being a dog doesn't need to use the brain.

But this is not a bad thing, at least the dog doesn't have to deal with official duties, since he chose to give up thinking, his appetite has increased.

It's just that what Artoria needs right now is obviously not a fool.

The war was obviously going on smoothly, but Artoria was a little dazed—she actually didn't know how to sit in the rear and command as she did now, and she was actually more used to charging forward with the knights in the past.At that time, she would occasionally have some thoughts, but whether it was Lancelot or Gawain, Galahad or Dagnet, those knights could understand what she was talking about, and sometimes even chatted with her. Two sentences.

Instead of nothing like now.

"Forget it, bring people up."

Shaking her head, Artoria still waved her hand behind her.

A huge iron prison cart was pushed over, and inside the solid iron cage was the captured Joan of Arc—in fact, Arturia had thought of using a simpler transport method, but obviously, other than her In addition, other people can't get close to this humanoid beast at all.Even if the strongest knight among the Burgundians tried to tie up the prisoner, he would be blown away by his fist, and the steel breastplate would be dented, and the whole person could not die anymore.

Therefore, the Burgundians could only prepare this iron cage, and locked Joan of Arc like a lion.Even when it was transported, it could only hide far away, for fear of being punched to death by a furious lion.

However, Artoria obviously doesn't care about these things.

After all, the dragon will not be hurt by a mere lion.

"See? The city of Paris is mine now."

Arturia reached into the iron cage, gently stroking this face that looked almost exactly like her own.

"Your man is in that city, and he has no intention of coming out until now...By the way, did you tell me that it doesn't matter to him even if he kills you?"

"……What do you want to do?"

Throwing Artoria's hand away, Joan frowned.

However, facing Joan of Arc with a look of disgust, Artoria just smiled.

"I want to try it, I want to try it, what kind of expression will he have when he pierces your throat in front of that foreign devil."

"Will he be angry? Will he be sad? Will he cry? Will he shout? Does that foreign devil have human emotions? I really want to know if he still has human emotions... Tell me, what will happen to him? How would he feel?"

"you……"

Jeanne clenched her fists subconsciously.

She had never hated her own weakness so much.

Because she was too weak, she could only hold back, and because she was too weak, she was taken as a hostage... At this moment, how she wished that the foreigner really didn't care about her as she said before, and he didn't even care about her. She doesn't care if she lives or dies - so at least that foreigner won't affect his combat effectiveness because of her, and won't put himself in danger because of her.

But at this moment, apart from hating her, she was also inexplicably looking forward to it.

This is the most unspeakable thought buried in her heart. She actually wants to see if that foreigner really cares about herself. Wan Jun was rescued from it, and even wanted to...

"Ah."

Just when Joan of Arc was thinking wildly, a lifetime of sneering brought her back to reality.

But when she raised her head, she found that those dragon-like vertical pupils had been staring at her eyes.

Eyes are the windows of the soul, and her thoughts have already been exposed in her eyes.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha—"

Seeing Joan's uncertain face, Arturia finally burst out laughing.

"Is this the firmness in your mouth? Is this what you call a warrior? Interesting, really interesting... Then I will satisfy you! Let you see if that devil really cares about you!"

"Varied……"

It wasn't until this moment that Joan of Arc suddenly realized that the Burgundian team had advanced to the castle gate in the center of the city at some point!

"Come out, devil from a foreign land!"

Among the thousands of troops, Artoria, who got on her horse, yelled at the castle.

"I'll count to ten! Otherwise, I'll kill this woman for you!"

……

The gates of the castle were closed and there was no response.

This made Artoria proud.

Finally, finally, she finally suppressed that monster once, no matter how powerful that monster's force was, at this moment she finally showed her weak side in front of the brand-new her--the man was in the castle, and the devil from a foreign land He actually chose to fight cowardly!

A devil whose ultimate pursuit is fighting, actually chooses to fight timidly!

"what!"

With the sharp sword out of its sheath, Artoria on the horse was in high spirits.

"I'll count to ten! If you don't come out! This woman will have her neck cut off!"

"one!"

"two!"

"……ten!"

Seeing that the gate of the castle hadn't moved yet, Arturia simply thrust her sword into the iron cage, she was too lazy to count, she just wanted to see that devil in a foreign land suffer as much as she did!

But at this moment, the gate of the castle suddenly opened a gap.

A figure walked out from the gap in the door, staggering.

"Hehehe..."

Arturia finally laughed, and this time she finally won.Yes, she chose to do whatever she could to bring an army and even hostages, but so what?Isn't she the one who has the last laugh?Wasn't she the one who won in the end?

What a joke, what kind of devil from a foreign land, what kind of invincible enemy, it's just that the woman was caught and ran out in such a hurry.Just such a character, just such a thing... Is it really worth her troubles?

"what……"

Artoria suddenly felt a little empty.

Victory came too easily, which made her feel nothing real.

She needs a little entertainment, to let herself relax.

"So say it."

Artoria lowered her head and looked at Joan of Arc in the cage.

"Your expectations have been fulfilled. Your man has really come out to save you. It seems that you really hold a lot of weight in his heart. At least it's worth his life...huh?"

While talking, Artoria suddenly felt something was wrong.

It's just because the Joan of Arc in front of her doesn't have the ridiculous expression of shame and anger just now.

This expression is more like... Doubt?

"……Um?"

Artoria couldn't help turning her head back, looking at the person who came out of the gate.

That's how Arturia saw something was wrong.