Chapter 132 Capture

ps: The first update arrives... In addition, I am a responsibility theory, just like the most outstanding sentence in Spider-Man: You have to pay as much responsibility as you have. As a royal bloodline, Artoria must inherit the throne in addition to suicide... Can she not be considered as if she doesn't want to be considered as? Just like the nine elders are now overwhelmed by the Americans, and if they don't want to be considered as if they don't want to be considered as if they don't want to be considered as if they don't want to be considered as if they don't want to be considered as if they are considered as if they are not considered as? Those who say this are all mentally retarded, don't mention it!

ps1: Thank you to readers for the evaluation tickets of "Bai Qi's son" and "tq1377"!

Just when the overall situation was settled on this side, Joan of Arc on the other side breathed a sigh of relief. In order to protect her, her two subordinates went directly to attract the attention of others in the other two directions, including the King of Scotland. She had enough reason to believe that so many baits could make her escape.

Of course she knew what would happen if she fell into the hands of the Camelo people. She saw the Scottish Army's charge of rebellion (after she raped the innocent woman who died for two days, she already knew that this era was crazy! This was a crazy era! She didn't think of anything except to stop him!

She didn't want to tear her clothes off like that woman by an ordinary soldier, and then pressed her to the hot wheat stems in the sun, one soldier after another. They were like changing shifts, and each of them vented on themselves with a grin on their faces.

Think about it, that situation is a terrifying situation, no matter which girl it is...

Joan of Arc knew deeply the nature of this group of soldiers. Without military discipline and restraint from superiors, they were just a group of hungry wolves. These wolves - they must not be released!

Camelo not only released the hungry wolf but also trained waves of young wolves. She would never forgive Camelo no matter what.

He clenched his fists and looked at the other side of the canyon. There was still a shout of killing, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Frowning slightly, Joan of Arc walked towards the path ahead without looking back, where there was a road to freedom, where there was a future of making a comeback!

Joan of Arc's heart pounded through the narrow road that could ambush people and finally saw the open field, and he suddenly became clear.

"Joan of Arc... Miss. (mr)" A gentle voice came over, and Joan of Arc jumped up as if he was shocked. He was really agile.

Two people sat on the big rock not far from her left.

A woman is also blonde and she is vaguely similar to her.

Another man had an enviable and jealous silver hair, soft and slender. He leaned on a long stick in his hand and looked at her with a transparent crystal. He looked at her with a pair of big green amber-like eyes with a gentle smile. The two of them were dressed like heaven, so they sat there at the same time without any incongruous feeling.

"You must have commanded the battle just now, right?" The young man in white clothes gave Joan of Arc a different feeling from any other noble. The nobles often looked at you with arrogance that was high above and raised their 60-degree angle and then lowered their eyes to look at you forty degrees. The young man had a calm and eccentric elegance, but every move made people feel comfortable and couldn't help but want to believe him or believe him.

"What a beautiful battle." The praise he heard from his mouth made Joan of Arc feel a little proud. Although his face was still calm and solemn, there was indeed a small pride in his heart.

"I want to ask you a question." The young man raised his hand, and the silver threads on his head were rippling, which seemed very romantic in the breeze.

"Have you received any military training?" Keral's question made Joan of Arc silent for a while and shook his head: "No.

"Haha... it's really wonderful." The young man clapped and clapped his hands as if he saw something wonderful and interesting.

"Who are you?" Joan of Arc still had a sword in his hand, hiding behind her. At this time, she could no longer hide it. She slowly took out the sword and looked at the two of them with a vigilant look.

"King Camelo, Arthur." Artoria looked at the girl who was vaguely similar to hers, and proudly said this name.

Looking at the other party's incredible gaze, Artoria also felt a little relieved.

"Now we are here to surrender you." Kailar's aura activated.

"What if I don't surrender?" Joan of Arc felt a little confused when she said this. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the daughter of a farmer who had been young and grown up being beaten by those more than fifty knights (a scene of rape...

"Catch you...?" Kailar knocked his forehead and said distressedly in an uncertain tone: "Your value is too great... Well, if one is not good, it will even pose a powerful threat to Camelo... If we cannot capture it, we will do our best to erase you."

Keral's tone was gentle and elegant, like a very knowledgeable scholar, but his words made Joan of Arc shiver.

"So..." Artoria stood up, shook the golden sword in her hand and said, "Fight for her own destiny!"

"If you defeat her, you will let you go with the knight's words, and you will not capture you again... As long as you don't go against Camelo," said Keral's words, making Joan of Arc happy.

But the following words changed Joan of Arc's face.

"Of course, you should know that we gave up the guards, knights and other entourages to make a fair fight sincerity, and if the gambling is established, then you will naturally have to pay if you lose." Keral's words made Joan of Arc hesitate, "What price should I pay..."

"To be completely loyal to Your Majesty, Camelo." Kelar smiled. Joan of Arc's value is not reflected in politics. The value of the King of Scots is politics, while Joan of Arc's value is military. If he is trained by himself... I feel very excited when I think of an assistant who can stand alone in the future, Alexander's trick on the dark side.

"This is the most basic condition for the two of you to fight fairly. Neither side has any objection?" Kylar asked with a smile. People in this era value glory. Now Joan of Arc is at a disadvantage, but he has become fair by him. After losing, he will definitely not be able to lose.

In this way, everything will naturally come naturally.

"Then let's start." Artoria said as she looked at Joan of Arc with a sharp look.

Joan of Arc held a long sword mixed with gold, using silver as an auxiliary material to strengthen toughness (the craftsmanship of this era cannot develop good soft metals except silver.) In other words, this long sword with only one finger wide is not only hard and soft, but also be careful of Joan of Arc's martial arts!

Only saw the two of them going back and forth dozens of moves, but they were not distinguished. Keral took a look and felt relieved. Although Artoria was not used to Joan of Arc's soft sword stabbing back and forth, it was obvious that for more than ten years that had been tempered by many fast swords such as high-speed swords, Artoria had already had her own method, first steadily defending the first dozen moves, and then began to counterattack in an orderly manner.

This move will make her a headache when facing Denisa, so Joan of Arc is suddenly overwhelmed...

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Chapter completed!