The water falls from the rock wall and flows into the pool, splashing tiny bubbles. The stars in the sky fell into the water, flickering and swaying with the fluctuations of the water's surface...... Such a night should have been very peaceful, but at the entrance on the other side of the valley suddenly a large number of birds soared.

"Lord Jill. Martin reminded aloud.

"I heard that it was impossible for birds at night to be like this, and that something must have alarmed them. Jill frowned, then inserted her sword into her scabbard, "Let's go, go over and have a look." ”

"Do you want to wake us up?" said Martin, pulling out two burning sticks of wood from the campfire and handing one to Jill.

"Don't worry about it yet, it's unlikely to be a pursuer in that direction, let them rest well and find a few night watchmen to go together. Jill said, walking cautiously through the sleeping knights with torches.

The main reason why he said this was because even if the British caught up, they could only enter from the direction from which they came, and although the valley was not large, it would take a lot of effort to get around, which was almost impossible for those pursuers.

Martin quickly found a few knights who were on the night watch, and they followed Jill towards the entrance on the other side of the valley. The trees in this valley are very dense, especially at the entrance, and many of the trees have nests built on their branches.

Now that the nests were mostly empty, it may be that the birds that had been frightened had not yet flown back, and Jill probed between the trees with torches, but found no suspicious traces.

"There was no sign of the beast, and there were no claw marks on the trunks of the trees around. Jill took two steps back and said, "Judging by the number of birds just now, it must be a big one, maybe it hasn't passed through here, let's go over there and look for it." ”

"My lord, could it be wolves?" Martin suddenly reminded, "The environment here is quite suitable for wolves, and if it is them, we should be careful." ”

Everyone nodded. At night, wolves' eyesight is much better than that of humans, not to mention that those guys also have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, if they suddenly attack from the shadows, they may not be able to withstand the attack of the wolves.

"Be careful, but we have torches, and as long as they are wild animals, they are afraid of fire, and they don't need to be particularly afraid of wolves. Jill said, drawing his sword from his belt, "Let's go, go over there." ”

The group held their weapons in their hands and walked towards the denser trees, but what they didn't notice was that there were several pairs of blood-colored eyes in the places above them that could not be illuminated by the fire......

Jill walked at the forefront, torch in hand illuminating the darkness in front of him, and Martin leaned close to his side, shielding him from possible attacks from behind.

They walked a few hundred meters along the hillside, and there was an invisible coldness that enveloped the surrounding woods, and I don't know when Jill had a feeling of being spied on, like a thorn on his back, there was an indescribable strangeness.

"Forget it, I think we'd better go back, and arrange a little more mann to guard at night than to spin around here like headless flies. Jill shook the torch in his hand, trying to banish the discomfort from his body, when a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the light of the torch was reduced to a minimum.

"What the hell, there's such a strong ......wind in the forest," the knights scolded.

But fortunately, the gust of wind came and went quickly, and after it stopped, the torches lit up again.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the forest suddenly became unusually quiet, everyone looked at the blade next to their neck in horror, and they could even smell the cold metal smell on the blade.

The sword-bearers were dressed in strangely shaped armor, a heavy dark hue in the light of the fire, and several of them looked like chieftains, standing calmly five feet away, with no look on their faces.

"Which of you is the leader?" asked one of the leaders, also dressed in black armor, who looked rather young, with his short loose hair haphazardly tied back and a slightly curly strand hanging from his forehead.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Jill looked up and looked directly into the other person's cold gaze, and for some reason, he always felt that there was something strange about this person's eyes.

"Answer my question first, and don't forget in whose hands your life is in your hands. The young man in the black heavy armor said, his outstretched right hand was slightly weak, and the person holding the sword strengthened after seeing it, and the cold blade slightly sank into Jill's skin.

The blade was so sharp that you could feel it just by touching Jill that now was not the time to be reckless, and Joan of Arc was still waiting for him to save it!

"Well, I'm their leader, just ask me if there's anything you want to know. Jill sighed.

"Then please answer your own questions. The young man withdrew his right hand, "Don't try to lie, I have my own way of judging your answer, although it is not pleasant." ”

Gil nodded, to this point, lying will only bring unnecessary pain to herself: "I am Gilles de Ray, the captain of the second detachment of the Self-Defense Knights under Lord Joan of Arc, we have just escaped from Versailles after being ambushed by the British army, and the purpose of this is to rest and recuperate, so that we can organize our forces to rush back to save people as soon as possible." ”

"Lord Joan of Arc, is it Joan of Arc who took Versailles?" asked the young man suddenly.

"You've heard of her, who are you?" said Jill, a little emotional.

"I said answer my question first!" the young man clapped his hands, and immediately someone pressed Gil's body, "How is the situation in Versailles, and what is the situation with that Joan of Arc now, answer me!"

Jill struggled twice at first, but no matter how much force he used, he couldn't shake the people around him, who were like torture instruments that bound him like torture instruments, making him unable to move.

"Versailles is completely occupied, I don't know the situation in the city, the last escape is only those of us, Jeanne d'Arc must have been captured by the other party, it must be, I want to go back to save her, I want to go back to save her!" Gil roared like a wounded beast, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness.

"Let them go. Behind the young man, a handsome man with long blond hair said lightly, his lake-blue eyes like frozen auroras.

The people who restrained Jill and them withdrew their weapons one after another, and the incomparably heavy sense of oppression was suddenly swept away, and Jill was free from the restraints of the two men, and fell straight to the ground.

The blond man walked up to Gil and lifted him up from the ground: "We are not your enemies, Gilles de Rey, I am Torville, Viscount of Bordeaux, and that is ...... I'm sorry, but where did your fiefdom come from?"

"Hmph!" Rongaite crossed her hands over her chest and glanced at Tovir, "This trick is really boring, stupid dog, my fiefdom is Marseille, remember!"

"Yes, that's the Viscount of Marseille, we're here to reinforce Versailles, and if we really want to talk about it, we should count ...... Allies?" Towell said uncertainly, the allies of vampires, werewolves, and humans had a sense of disobedience no matter how they thought about it.

However, Jill didn't know what he thought, what he lacked most was reinforcements, and now the reinforcements actually took the initiative to find him: "My lord, please help me, we must attack Versailles immediately, if it drags on, Lord Joan of Arc will be in danger......"

Gil took Tovel's arm and pleaded, even if he could get Jeanne d'Arc to his knees.

Thornville nodded: "I understand what you mean, but we must first know the deployment of the Black Prince Edward's forces, the gap between the two sides' military strength is too large, and a rash attack will only put us in a passive situation." ”

"Mistress Towell is right. Lancelot looked at a somewhat lost Jill and said, "Tell us everything you know, so we can find a moment to cut in." ”

"Okay, then you listen carefully......" Jill took a deep breath and told the story of his experience in Versailles.

After hearing that they had captured half of Versailles with 12,000 men, Vlad III, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, "You don't have to say any of these things, all we want to know is the current strength in the city, that's all." ”

"Yes, my lord, though I don't know the exact number, their strength is definitely more than forty thousand! There were thirty-five thousand men who surrounded Versailles that night, and if there were less than five thousand people in the city, it would be impossible to stop Lord Joan of Arc, I am sure of that!" said Gilles, firmly.

Vlad III bowed slightly, then gave Towell an imperceptible look, and the latter understood, and walked quickly in front of Vlad III.

"It seems that they don't know what kind of opponent they are facing, otherwise they would not think that there are so many enemies. Vlad III said, pointing in the direction of Gil.

"The strength they encountered outside the city should be the limit of the British army, and the bastard of the Black Prince Edward, must have used his own people to deal with those humans, no wonder Joan of Arc couldn't escape. Thornville sighed, "But my lord, what can we do if we know the number of enemies?"

"It's better to know than not to know, for our true opponents are none other than the three thousand or so of the same kind, and as for the others, if we can save Joan of Arc, it would be nice to leave them to her. With that, Vlad III patted Towell on the shoulder, "It's time for this captain to understand what his opponent is." ”

"What do you mean, sir?" asked Thornville, confused.

"War is a dirty game, Mr. Viscount, you have to learn to be a dirty player. Vlad III smiled slightly, then walked up to Gilles de Ray, "Young man, what price are you willing to pay to save the woman named Joan of Arc?"

Vlad III's tone was tinged with a hint of seduction, like a demon whispering.