There is nothing wrong with Joan of Arc's perception.

In a col about a kilometer in a straight line from their chosen resting point, there was indeed a fight, and it was not a battle at an ordinary level.

The two sides of the war, one side is a group of bipedal wyverns.

There are not only ordinary bipedal wyverns that have been hunted more than once by Perseus and Joan of Arc, but also the upper species of bipedal wyverns with scales as hard as mountain rocks and can spit venom in their mouths.

On the other side is the human army.

That's right, the army. The reason why France has not yet fallen under the vengeful wrath of the Dragon Witch is because they are still resisting and protecting the people.

The number of this army was probably between twenty and thirty, and the number was not much more than that of the group of bipedal wyverns, which would normally have been reduced to bait for the dragons.

The main reason why it didn't fall is because-

"The wounded stand back and regroup, but don't turn your back on them, they are cunning, they will be attacked by them if there is a gap in their back, two by two back to back!"

At the front of the line, the commander-in-chief, dressed in silver armor and armed with a long sword, gave orders in an orderly manner.

Under his command, the soldiers sometimes formed a circle formation, sometimes a phalanx, and always maintained a situation of fighting more and less, and jointly fought against the fantasy species whose individual strength was stronger than that of humans.

The leader of the two-legged wyvern was not stupid, and he quickly saw the problem, and with a flap of blue-black wings, he pounced towards the center of the circle, apparently planning to use a decapitation tactic.

However, before he could rush into the military formation, a girl with a large shield in her hand and dressed out of place with the times rushed out from the side. With the shield in his hand, there was a direct collision with the body of the wyvern leader.

She possessed a power far beyond that of ordinary people, and even a two-legged wyvern could hardly match her, and the final collision ended with the girl standing still and the wyvern leader retreating.

With a good commander, a peerless general, and a forbidden soldier, it's no surprise that he can fight with the group of bipedal wyverns.

However, the surrounding bipedal wyverns had no intention of retreating, and the leader kept raising his head and roaring, as if he was summoning his companions.

"That's not good. Now this amount can still be handled, if only more...... Those two strange women don't know where they're going, if they're there—"

The eyes of the human commander quickly moved around the battlefield, thinking of ways to break the situation.

Unfortunately, no matter what he thought, he could not think of a suitable tactic, and to make matters worse, a new roar sounded not far away. It looks like a new Wyvern will be joining soon.

"What to do, what to do!"

Just as the commander was racking his brains, someone came over.

The red crown, the red dress, and the elegant posture greeted them with a gentle and beautiful voice as if they were walking in the palace garden.

"Excuse me, knights, let me sing a song."

The woman said this, clasping her hands in front of her chest, ignoring the bipedal wyvern around her and the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield, and singing loudly.

As if echoing her singing, the music of violin and piano sounded.

This dreamy and unreal act attracted everyone's attention, and what was even more dreamy was that in the beautiful and beautiful singing, in the melodious accompaniment, the surrounding bipedal dragons staggered to the ground as if they were drunk, and soon died silent.

"My voice is a symbol of kingship, a vestige of the past era in which the king was the agent of life, and the power of the king to rule over the people."

After singing the song, the woman gave a curtain call to the soldiers, smiled and said, I don't know who she was explaining:

"In other words, my singing itself is a weapon, which is so good that it seems to have reached the dragon as well."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blue-black shadow hung over the woman.

It's the Wyvern Boss. Probably because of the strength of the individual, it did not fall, but struggled to pounce on the woman.

However, after only two steps, a flag swept by, smashed it directly and flew out, knocking down two big trees in a row before barely stopping.

There is only one member of the team that can use this weapon - Joan of Arc.

"It's all right, Marie Antonevat."

"It's okay, thank you for saving me, well, it's exactly what I thought, no, it's better than that, Joan of Arc."

Mary's behavior has gone beyond the scope of thanks, and she is holding Joan of Arc's hand excitedly, saying this and that, and Joan of Arc is a little embarrassed.

"No, I didn't do that great...... Not? ”

Halfway through speaking, she suddenly sensed a wave of magic unique to her coming towards her.

When she looked sideways, she saw a magic bullet slashing past her eyes, shattering a stone that was striking at the same time into powder.

"The nearby Wyvern has been cleaned up."

The person who shot the magic bullet was the leader of the team, Perseus, who first smiled and said to Joan of Arc and Mary, and then his expression sank, and he looked coldly at the person who had just thrown the stone, a soldier who had been saved by Mary.

"I said you, no matter what you say, you are also the one who saved you, don't be ignorant!"

The top servant was so angry that the oppressive force was so great, I didn't expect that ordinary soldier to be able to hold on, and he roared angrily.

"Shut up, you accomplice of the witch! Joan of Arc, it's all your fault! It's all your resurrection that has thrown the country into chaos. ”

Not only did he roar, but he also aimed his sword at Joan of Arc, ready to attack at any moment.

Under his influence, the other soldiers also turned their guns.

"Damn Dragon Witch, Enemy ...... of the Homeland"

"Stop, stop, you-" The commander tried to stop, but the enraged soldiers didn't listen.

At the critical moment, it has to be up to Perseus.

"It's you who should shut up!"

With a snap of the fingers, the elves that had been summoned before scattered in all directions, turning the air into an invisible weight that weighed down every soldier.

"Perseus ......"

Joan of Arc couldn't bear it and was about to ask for mercy, but was stopped by Perseus raising his hand.

"I know what you're thinking, but a pale explanation doesn't change their perceptions, and that's the best way to deal with it. With such a large group of bipedal wyverns suddenly appearing nearby, I always felt that something was wrong. ”

"You say that......"

“…… It seems that this is indeed the case. ”

Joan of Arc and Mary also reacted that the number was too unusual. It's not a city with a lot of food, it's a deserted country.

"Hey, you don't have any clues?"

The "hey" here is naturally called the soldiers who were suppressed by the wind elves.

"......" did not reply as a matter of course, and some people snorted "bah", showing the demeanor of seeing death as home.

"What about you?"

Perseus was not angry, shrugged his shoulders casually, and turned to the other two who were not far from the soldiers, a pair of teenagers and girls.

"Rikkata, Matthew?"

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