Mage Joan

"If you allow me to draw a little blood from you as a research sample, maybe I can help you solve the mystery of gender mutation." Joan said casually to Scala.

"Blood draw? Does it hurt?"

"How much will it hurt a little?"

"Don't draw blood! Scala hates pain!"

Scala's nine heads shook violently at the same time.

Joan was quite surprised.

Troll, a creature with super self-healing ability, is arguably the least afraid of pain. Even if Scala is opened, it will heal in a blink of an eye, how can she show so strong to draw blood from a needle in the area? 'S resistance attitude?

"Scala fell from the air! Keep falling, keep falling!"

"Bang! Hit the ground and fall into mud!"

"Scala pieced herself together again, piece by piece!"

"It took a long, long time, and it hurt terribly!"

"Scala suffers hard enough and doesn't want to be broken again!"

"Scala hates hunger and pain the most!"

...

Scala's nine heads scrambled to complain.

In the aerial accident two years ago, Scala fell into a pool of mud and flesh, scattered in the wild mountains and wild mountains of a radius of hundreds of miles, many of which were swallowed by birds and beasts as food.

The process of the nine trolls' body aggregation is also a process of regenerating flesh and blood, which lasted for more than a month and continued to cause severe pain. Even if there was no irreparable damage to La Scala's nervous system, at least it left her a lot A big psychological shadow and a big change in personality are also reasonable.

With such a thought, Joan couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for this horrible monster.

"Scala, you have to take a lesson if you lose money. In the future, you can't count on Sharman anymore. Learn to protect yourself."

"That guy, Sharman, will push you to the front as a meat shield in case of danger, otherwise you will leave you alone and run alone, not treating you as a friend at all."

Joan warned nine trolls seriously.

"Hey... Brother Joan, what are you talking about!"

Sharman anticipates that the situation is not good and tries to stop Joan from instigating Scala.

However, as soon as he approached, he was pushed away by Scala, and nine heads were listening to Joan intently.

Joan doesn’t have any unique charm to tame crazy monsters. The reason why he can concentrate on listening to himself is because he just took advantage of Sharman’s inattentiveness. He first quietly cast a 4 ring of enchantment magic on the Scala “Charming Monster” ", followed by a 3-ring "hint technique".

Even if it is out of good intentions, the effect of preaching is strengthened by magic, it is inevitable to be tricky, but only in this way, Joan can let the nine chaos of natural chaos concentrate on listening to himself.

"Scala, for Shaman, who is accustomed to betraying his teammates, how long you want to be!"

"If you find that he has left signs of running away alone, be sure to grab him and bite him with all nine mouths, so that he will have to take you to teleport."

Joan said that it was not an injustice to Sharman.

In the town of Haus, he watched Sharman leave behind without looking back. Henry Baldwin, who was also his brother-in-law, opened the talisman of return and fled alone.

In fact, at the time, Sharman had the utmost power to pull Baldwin and bring the other party together. If that was the case, Baldwin would not be arrested.

It can be seen from this that Sharman is an extremely selfish person. When he is in danger, he only cares about his escape, regardless of the life or death of others-even his companions.

"Uh huh! The little boy is right, Scala remembers it!"

"The cunning Sharman must guard against it."

"Sharman dares to use Scala, and Scala will bite his head!"

Shaman blinked his eyes and wiped his cold sweat again, lest Joan continue to instigate the nine trolls to learn more intelligently and had to open his mouth to interrupt.

"The weather is really good today, hahaha! Brother Joan, let's say goodbye! Scala! Don't be wordy, come with me and take you to eat meat!"

"Oh! Eat meat and meat!"

"Scala wants meat!"

...

Watching Shaman leave with Scarakang panic, Joan couldn't help laughing secretly, recalling his previous experience of being hunted down by this villain, and he felt a bad breath.

...

On May 23, 1622, on the second day of Joan’s enlistment, the Midgard Colonial Corps went north to meet the Fijian army that was heading south.

Before the departure of the troops, Lord Castis and Baron Laval jointly sent a letter to General Thomas Convalley, commander of Feizhen.

In this open letter, the two military commanders of Midgard first followed the traditional aristocratic demeanor and sent a polite greeting to General Kang Huali, and then expressed the war for the Fiji real people with implicit brushstrokes. Regrettably, in the end, the most critical content of this letter was to challenge General Convalley, stipulating that the troops of both parties should have a decisive decisive battle on the eastern shore of Lake Aosta.

When Joan first saw the letter, he was stunned.

He was born and raised in a southern self-cultivating family. He is kind of like a "squire class". He belongs to the typical earth-bun family. I have never seen such a style of fighting when the enemy and the public openly agreed on the time and place of combat!

The large and small battles that Joan has participated in in the past, including the wars he has heard and witnessed, are always based on the actions of the enemy, and sometimes have to distinguish the news released by the enemy and the military on the bright side. Action, whether there is a fraudulent intention, how can we write a letter to discuss in a friendly manner, how do we fight this battle, where to fight, when the battle is planned clearly in advance, the coach even has to openly abide by the agreed principle?

According to this style of play, the confrontation between the two armed forces will never become a game on the chessboard, and there is no room for tactical fraud?

For the Southern Tu Baozi student Qiao An, who believes in "the soldiers do not defraud," and "regardless of means for victory," this combat method is too stiff and simply stupid!

On the first day of the journey, Joan ran to Lord Castis with full of doubts and asked him face-to-face: "Is the open letter you signed putting "smoke bombs" to deceive Fiji?"

"If I say no, do you think Laval and I are stupid?"

"To be frank, I do have this idea." Joan couldn't help telling Lord Castis: "Before the two armies engaged, either of the marching route and the planned combat location should be strictly guarded against leakage. It’s only confidential, how can you tell the enemy publicly? According to the practices of you and Sir Laval, our combat intentions have been exposed to Fijians. Wouldn’t we have given up the possibility of an unexpected victory?”

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