After passing through the Jura Forest, the Chaldean group finally arrived in northeastern France.
Having been sniped before, Fujimaru Ritsuka is still frightened. Mash is always tensed, a pair of purple eyes full of seriousness, his arms are always full of strength, he picks up the big shield, and his shoulders are slightly stretched.
It was shaking, and if there was any slight movement, it would definitely rush in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
With this kind of performance, even Fujimaru Ritsuka herself felt that she was overreacting.
"careful!"
Arash suddenly shouted again.
Looking at Mashu again, he rushed over like a conditioned reflex, blocked Fujimaru Ritsuka with a big shield, and shouted in a rare way: "What direction!"
"Ah, it's not an enemy attack. We found traces of fighting in front. About three kilometers away."
Seeing her reaction, Arash smiled apologetically, smiled awkwardly, and explained.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders and hair drooped, looking like a puppy, feeling a little lost.
(As expected of clairvoyance!)
Vlad III praised him in his heart, and looked at him with more admiration in his eyes.
Arash is not the kind of heroic spirit that gives people a [fashionable] feeling.
In fact, if you were to throw him into Europe in the twelfth or thirteenth century, you wouldn't even be able to tell whether he was a servant or a local archer.
However, that's it. People who have repeatedly refined their skills to the top are the most valuable.
As an archer, he has a long shooting distance, excellent shooting accuracy, a wide field of vision, and a powerful bow. It can be said that as an archer, he has top qualities. Simple, but extremely powerful.
It can be seen that Fujimaru Ritsuka will feel much more at ease as long as Arash is still around.
(I can't admit defeat either. In order to clear the bad name of the devil Dracula, I must be more reliable.)
With this thought in mind, Vlad III took the lead and rushed to the front.
According to legend, vampires have the ability to transform into wolves, bats, and other creatures. Of course, under the intentional control of Vlad III, he tried not to use this power as much as possible.
Charge forward, and sure enough, a group of people and horses can be seen in a chaotic confrontation in the distance. There are about ten people. A woman holding a thin sword is rushing to the front with a gorgeous skirt, using smooth swordsmanship to force them back.
The sea demons surged up around me.
The sea demon is not a difficult character to deal with, but there are two flying dragons with red eyes in the sky!
It was obvious that Feilong regarded this group of people on the ground as delicacies.
Although the female swordsman's swordsmanship was excellent, human beings could not escape the constraints of gravity and fly into the sky to fight to the death with those flying dragons.
There was a young and gorgeous guy next to him, but he looked like he was enjoying himself. He waved his hands and kept summoning projectiles condensed with magic power to bombard the flying dragon. However, due to accuracy issues, he was unable to cause trouble to the flexible flying dragon...
Vlad III asked Fujimaru Ritsuka for instructions, and naturally received a positive reply.
"Travelers ahead! I'm here! Reinforcements are here!"
However, after hearing the arrival of reinforcements, nothing changed in this team.
Rather, I didn't feel nervous at all before, and now I certainly won't relax because the reinforcements have arrived.
"You talk to yourself and become younger. I thought you were different. Aren't you the same as before?"
The old woman wearing a gorgeous dress and a huge flower hat waved the rapier in her hand. She looked like she was fifty or sixty years old, but her skills were still strong. It can be inferred that she was in her youth.
What an excellent swordsman.
The hem of her skirt made it difficult to move, so she carried it with one hand. It was a simple European rapier that could be used easily with just one hand. She took flexible steps at her feet, rushing forward and retreating, and skillfully entered the enemy's formation. It looked like
It seemed that a noble lady who needed protection was exposed to the flying dragon's sight. However, whenever the hovering predators tried to pounce down, she would definitely arrive first and fend off the flying dragon with her sword.
Yes, wave your sword to block it!
For heroic spirits, this is a basic ability. However, the problem is that this old woman has no trace of magic on her body. She is really just a human being.
The thin sword in her hand can force the flying dragon back, which shows her skills and wrist strength. She must have been a famous swordsman when she was young.
While fighting, she said this unforgivingly and slightly mockingly to the blond young man wearing a gorgeous gown beside her.
Judging from the tone of her voice, she and this young man must have known each other, and they had a relationship similar to bad friends. After fighting, she did not forget to make fun of her friends who were operating magic projectiles.
Sure enough, when he heard her joking words, the young man in gorgeous clothes raised a helpless smile and sighed:
"After all, I am not a fighting type. But when it comes to elegance, I am better. After all, I am in front of Maria, and I will not make vulgar movements. My fighting is elegant and pleasing to the eye.
It can be said to be a battle of genius. Maria must also like it more."
As he spoke, he moved his arms in a show of force, like a band conductor, and his wrists shook. Under his hands and between his sleeves, the magic power condensed into ripples like music, flowing gorgeously, and the beams of light condensed into offensive light bombs.
It was launched in a flurry. Fortunately, the sea demon moved slowly and couldn't dodge at all. However, the flying dragon just flapped its wings and easily escaped from the attack range and dodged.
The two men sang together, and the atmosphere was relaxed, but the battle situation was not optimistic. Next to them were a group of French soldiers who seemed to be better equipped. They were holding weapons that were considered advanced at the time, and on their heads were wearing the kind of weapons that were very common in classical paintings.
Dozens of people in black tall hats protected the noble lady in the center, forming a circular formation. Thanks to the low strength of the sea demon, even modern firearms without any mystery could damage it, otherwise Chaldea would also be injured.
No chance to meet them.
When Vlad III saw this, he knew it was time for him to show off.
He flew into the enemy formation, and in his excitement, he spread out with all his strength. From his long black clothes, countless blood condensed into a blade that was sharper than any sharp blade, and it thrust out crazily towards the surroundings, like a meat grinder.
Quickly harvesting the sea demons around him.
Among the flying meat slices and the disgusting purple-green juice, Vlad III's aristocratic long hair and mad smile can only make people feel fear.
This is!
Piercing male!
Wherever it goes! Countless spikes will destroy the enemy! And show it off!
Someone once commented on Vlad III: "I am not afraid of any enemy, except demons".
It’s no wonder that this bloody fighting method reminds others of the devil.