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Egil Skadergrímsson.

The Norman King, leader of the Europa Catholic League, the Messiah of the new millennium,

Angry.

"That, that scumbag......"

Completely ignoring the fact that he was also a scumbag, Egil gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice. Gritting his teeth, he looked at the French Legion, and the array of guns that originally looked like a forest of iron and steel was teared to pieces effortlessly like rags by these ugly, savage, and extremely powerful minotaurs in an instant. Those cowardly French peasants, those cowards, did not even have the courage to resist, and fled in all directions. Although it is inaudible. But seeing Duke Charlie's angry appearance, Egil knew how depressed this guy was now.

Of course, Egil was nearly ten miles away, so he could naturally speak cool words, and in the presence of the scene, Duke Charlie was able to raise the courage to resist when he saw these thousands of terrifying monsters rushing over, which was worthy of his nickname of "bold". Philip II, who was next to him, was already pale with fright. His eyes were rolling, and he had already paid attention to running away......

In an instant, the left flank of the coalition forces was on the verge of collapse.

- If the left flank collapses, then the enemy can directly attack the flank of the Norman army. The Eastern Roman lancers, the minotaurs, and several legions of Roman troops. Add to that the loss of morale due to the collapse of friendly forces - this battle is going to be fucking lost!

"-Joan of Arc!" Egil turned around with red eyes, ignoring the difference in force between the two sides, and grabbed Joan of Arc's shoulders directly, shaking desperately: "Don't you want to be a hero?!Aren't you heartbroken for those French who died to die?!!Yu now orders you to go to the aid of those wastewood-Yu doesn't have many troops for you, two thousand-men-and and a levy! Stop those minotaurs for me! Win or die!"

"I see. Joan of Arc gave Egil a deep look, then hugged Egil's head and kissed him vigorously as everyone watched in amazement. Loosen it afterward.

"I can die. ”

When Joan of Arc said this, she turned away and left without looking back.

"This ...... Two thousand men seem to be a little less......" At this time, Archbishop Peter organized his vocabulary a little, and then advised: "We still have quite a few reserves, and we can send more-"

"—No need. Egil interrupted him directly, and then said: "If it weren't for the elite troops, two thousand people and twenty thousand people would not be too different for those monsters. What Yu really values is Joan of Arc, who has the ability to turn a French waste into a qualified warrior. ”

"That said...... But ......"

"Yu is the supreme commander of the coalition forces, and Yu gives orders. Not you. ”

It's a rare soft nail here in Egil. Peter did not speak again, sighed inwardly, and then, like the others, turned his attention to the frontal battlefield again.

"But don't die. Joan of Arc...... "It's a little different from what others think." Now Egil is not as cold as steel as he seems, but he is deeply entangled in his heart - even earlier, Egil almost made the decision to escape.

But Egil still didn't.

Egil was still relentless and made the "best decision". Even if this decision is very likely to leave Joan of Arc injured or even killed in battle.

The war is still going on. On the left flank, though, the efforts of these minotaurs have created a clear advantage. But on the frontal battlefield. The Normans' attacks were still extremely sharp. These blonde and blue-eyed Nordic men armed with tomahawks seem to have an endless amount of energy. After fighting for many hours in a row, his combat power was still undiminished. The desperate assault fighters who had fallen into the enemy camp because of the fierce charge had no fear, and the battle axes in their hands were frantically slashing and slashing, looking like they were desperate for their lives.

"The self-confidence and fearlessness of those minotaurs come from their confidence in their own strength. Why, then, are these barbarians so fearless?!" Basil II saw clearly. These Norse warriors will be roaring something before they die. However, because of the distance and the noise of the battlefield, it was impossible to hear what they were saying. ,

"Long live Your Majesty Egil!!!"

On the frontal battlefield, the Norman soldiers were not as physically energetic as Basil II had hoped. In fact, as the war dragged on for longer and longer, the physical strength of these warriors was also passing rapidly. Although he still wielded the tomahawk vigorously. But in fact, the power of the attack has weakened a lot. Although he still roared loudly, his voice was hoarse to the extreme, and although he was still moving forward, his legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and every step he took to suckle.

But still winning, always winning, the Norman soldiers were still able to crush the Eastern Roman hoplites after eight hours of continuous fighting, and the angry Basil II wanted to kill!

"It looks like it's time to overhaul the arms after going back this time...... And those Varangians, the empire needs more such warriors. Basil II thought so.

Left flank. Joan of Arc got there as fast as she could. The special red, white and blue flags over there also fluttered on the battlefield again. At the same time, Joan of Arc's stunts shone with a holy light, instantly enveloping the entire left-wing battlefield. Nearly 30,000 French troops were instantly inspired. Morale has increased dramatically, the physical strength consumed has been fully replenished, and the defense has increased significantly.

"It's Joan of Arc! It's Joan of Arc of France!" shouted the soldiers, excited again.

"Fight, stand up, Frenchman, do not be discouraged, do not be afraid, be like a warrior!!!" Joan of Arc shouted, and then, with a wave of her white glittering sword in both hands, rushed towards a minotaur who had raised a Frenchman, grinned, and was about to crush the head of the unfortunate man.

"Hmph-"

The minotaur saw that it was a little human girl who was rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but snort, and was about to solve the one in his hand, and then split the little girl in half with an axe - but for a moment he felt that his hands were unconscious. Immediately afterwards, he heard a "poof" sound, and when he looked down, it was his own hands, as well as the human who was originally caught in his hands, and fell to the ground at once.

"What's going on?!" The arrogant Minotaur felt fear for the first time - after that he found that his lower body was also unconscious - no, to be more accurate, his neck was completely unconscious at once - no, it should be said, he only had a head left!

"Am I dead?!"

At the end of his life, the minotaur asked such a ridiculous question in his head...... Immediately after, the body like a small mountain collapsed with a bang.

In just an instant, an invincible minotaur monster, which could even rival a team of knights alone, was killed by Joan of Arc.

"The speed and reaction are very slow. It's just that the strength is a little bigger, and the skin is a little harder...... But it doesn't matter, it's not a big deal. After killing a minotaur, Joan of Arc made this judgment. After that, he shook it, because he forcibly cut off the other party's head, and was blocked by the hardened skin like iron sheets, and the spine like steel, and the wrist was slightly contusion.

"Well, very hard. ”

Joan of Arc quickly changed her judgment.

"Lady Joan of Arc! she's amazing!!"

The French soldier, who had been saved by Joan of Arc and crawled away from the body of the fallen minotaur, shouted excitedly, "As long as Lady Joan of Arc is here, we will win!"

"Long live Lady Joan of Arc!!"

"Joan of Arc of France!!"

Encouraged again, the French soldiers halted their rout, summoned up their courage, and rushed towards the minotaurs.

And after the maiden Joan of Arc left the watchtower, the Governor of Venice, Witt, stepped forward and said to Egil, "Great King, you don't have to be so nervous - these minotaurs, though powerful, are not invincible. I've led armies to fight them once - as long as you have a strong enough crossbowmen, then aim at the head as a weak point and focus your shots to kill these monsters. ”

"Why didn't you say it sooner?!, you bastard!!"

Egir spun around and stared at Werther, staring at the Venetian governor to the bristle, and then almost blurted out the words. ,

But in the end, Egil was able to control himself.

"Very good, you provided a very practical piece of information. Egil nodded, then turned back and glared at his intelligence director, Nemulis.

"Order, all the troops retreating from the Nameless Heights, join the left flank, support the French - shoot those bastards in the head!!!"

Egil literally roared at the end. And such a complicated order is not as simple as charging forward and backward. It cannot be accurately delivered with a horn. So the knights of the guard, while blowing out the message that could be conveyed with their trumpets, urgently sent messengers and headed towards the left flank.

It was during this time that Joan of Arc changed her tactics, and her body fluttered like a flower-piercing butterfly, and she jumped up and aimed at the minotaur monsters in the eye - from this weak link, directly piercing the monsters' heads......

(To be continued.) ["-Joan of Arc!" Egil turned around with red eyes, ignoring the difference in force between the two sides, grabbed Joan of Arc's shoulders directly, and shook desperately: "Don't you want to be a hero?!Aren't you heartbroken for those French who died in the air?!Okay!!Yu now orders you to go to the aid of those scraps-Yu doesn't have many troops for you, two thousand-men-and a conscription!Stop those minotaurs for me!Get victory, or die!"

"I see. Joan of Arc gave Egil a deep look, then hugged Egil's head and kissed him vigorously as everyone watched in amazement. Loosen it afterward.

"I can die. ”

When Joan of Arc said this, she turned away and left without looking back.

"This ...... Two thousand men seem to be a little less......" At this time, Archbishop Peter organized his vocabulary a little, and then advised: "We still have quite a few reserves, and we can send more-"

"—No need. Egil interrupted him directly, and then said: "If it weren't for the elite troops, two thousand people and twenty thousand people would not be too different for those monsters. What Yu really values is Joan of Arc, who has the ability to turn a French waste into a qualified warrior. ”

"That said...... But ......"

"Yu is the supreme commander of the coalition forces, and Yu gives orders. Not you. ”

It's a rare soft nail here in Egil. Peter did not speak again, sighed inwardly, and then, like the others, turned his attention to the frontal battlefield again.

"But don't die. Joan of Arc...... "It's a little different from what others think." Now Egil is not as cold as steel as he seems, but he is deeply entangled in his heart - even earlier, Egil almost made the decision to escape.