The city of Bordeaux in the southwest of France.

France is famous for its perfumes and wines, and Bordeaux's wines are among the best among French wines.

Of course, in France, where the evil dragon is now invading, no one has the heart to get red wine.

If it was an ordinary riot, those in power and the great nobles could still believe that these fools could not reach themselves, and they could shake their wine glasses while savoring the sense of peace and wealth. However, Wyverns and Sea Devils are unreasonable.

It is possible for an angry person to calm down and listen to you, but a wyvern who doesn't speak the language will never listen to what its food is saying.

Because the big nobles have no demand, naturally no one goes to make wine. It's a pity to be a sign of Bordeaux.

In a blue sky, the wyvern roared and flew low across the ground.

Before, it vaguely spotted something on the ground.

Wyverns are fantasy species, and there was no such thing as a wyvern in the world. All of its abilities are conceived by people based on the creatures that exist in reality. For example, eyesight, similar to a goshawk, is uniquely positioned to capture moving objects.

It was just foraging for food, and it seemed to have noticed something on the ground, so it flew low, but did not find it.

I think I might have seen it wrong. The wyvern lifted up, ready to fly into the sky again and continue to search-

"Collect the net!"

Suddenly, the [Haystack] on the side suddenly shouted, and I saw a man in a disguise made of thick blades of grass jump out, and with a wave of his hand, two translucent cyan chains suddenly flew out of the ground, grabbing the feet of the flying dragon at once.

Starting with this blow, the four surrounding people jumped out together, each holding a rifle in their hands, aiming at the bound Wyvern and firing it indiscriminately.

Of course, it is impossible for ordinary firearms to break through the scales of the flying dragon, and firearms, a weapon that lacks mystery, are difficult to cause damage to the fantasy species in the first place, coupled with the super high defense of dragon scales, it is naturally even more so.

However, after the ammunition of these soldiers flew out, each shot swayed with beautiful firelight, and once hit, the flame-like shrapnel was like a drill, burrowing into the scales, sinking deep into it, and even directly began to tear the flesh and skin.

The pain caused the dragon to howl several times, and finally drowned in his own wail.

", it!"

The conductor breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground with a relaxed ass while wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

Although it is the tenth time that I have hunted the Wyvern, I am still so nervous every time.

Yes, on the Western Front, it is not uncommon to kill Wyverns.

Thanks to the commander.

The commander thought so.

He was originally a soldier of the Accord Sect, following Robespierre against the Dragon Witch. originally gathered the French elite, but I didn't expect it to fall short in the end.

Disheartened, he just obeyed the survival instinct of the creature and fled with the large army, but he didn't expect to meet the [hero].

No, in this case, it should be called a "savior", right?

Looking at the head and outfit, it should be a woman, with a beautiful golden braid, holding a huge flag in her hand, and anyone who has raised the flag should know that the flag is actually very heavy, and it will definitely not be able to carry it without a little strength. Look at this blonde woman again, but she can wave the battle flag without caring at all.

The pure white flag was tattooed with beautiful irises. It is a flower that symbolizes France.

However, I don't know why, this woman wears a fancy mask, the kind that is occasionally seen at balls, probably from the mansion of a wealthy merchant and nobleman, right? Personally, he didn't want to believe that the woman who had saved him was the kind of superficial woman who messed up with the ball.

Thanks to her guidance, there is also the man in white who came to help everyone before, the gentleman who is called the saint in white, who can use wonderful spells. The two men, who protected most of them, rushed out of Lyon, and fled west in the confusion.

It was as if the wyverns had received some kind of order, and once they had escaped too far, they would not be pursued. Just surround Lyon.

The two went back and forth, and with the exception of a few stubborn villagers who practiced ostrichism, they finally brought out all the soldiers and inhabitants of Lyon. In this way, everyone finally came to Bordeaux, a city in the southwest of France, alive.

After losing Robespierre, everyone was originally going to nominate a new commander according to the military rank, but these high-ranking people, one by one, shirked more than the other, and they all said that they were incapable and didn't want to die, so no one would do it.

Isn't that, being a commander means taking the greatest risk, because the decapitation tactic is definitely aimed at the commander. Look at Robespierre, the whole madness, who would dare? And, let's be honest, being a commander means being responsible for the lives of your subordinates. In this world, who still has this sense of responsibility?

As a last resort, two outsiders were finally appointed commanders.

Scattered into a squad of five or six people, hiding themselves with weeds, and hunting flying dragons acting alone, this tactic that the regular army disdained to use, was proposed by the blonde masked woman.

As for the specific details of the detachment, it was the suggestion given by Second Lieutenant Bwanaba.

As if referring to relevant books on the East, Second Lieutenant Bwannaba suggested that the army should be divided into squads of five or six men, scattered and hidden.

Use dense camouflage to disguise yourself as a bush to hide from wyverns.

For the army to fight, this kind of behavior is too irrational, because, everyone is not stupid, and suddenly there is a lot of bushes on the prairie, which is obviously a problem?

However, Wyverns don't have this brain. They don't think about what vegetation is suitable for what terrain to grow in.

Moreover, the magician in white also sent a capture array with a spell effect here, first let a person be used as a bait to lure the dragon down, and then use the capture array to catch and kill.

That's how it's done now.

It's not very efficient, but at least, it's better than being killed unilaterally, right?

(There is a limit to the number of dragons!) As long as we work hard to kill, we will definitely be able to wipe them all out one day. ）

He had such a feeling of pride in his heart.

Of course, there are also thoughts such as "maybe I can stand out from this battle and show my masculine charm when the time comes, and that masked beauty will favor me." Man! Occasionally, I dream!

"Here we go again! Another dragon is coming in the sky! ”

Upon hearing this, the man commanding the small unit waved his hand, and everyone scattered, throwing down a trap of capture, wrapping the turf around the body, and camouflaging it.

"Huh? How can there be so many shrubs on the savannah......"

In the next moment, the woman's voice rang out.

A huge, pitch-black shadow obscured everyone's vision.

The capture array had an effect, and two chains flew out, grabbing the black dragon's front legs, but it only moved its body to break free.

After all, it's too much of a physique difference from a wyvern. This difference, like that of a mouse and a tiger, although both are pronounced similarly, and both are mammals, but they are indeed far apart.

Although this black dragon belongs to the dragon species, it is absolutely, the upper dragon species among the dragon species. No, it can even be said that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the highest level of dragon species.

On the neck of the black dragon, a woman with an unhappy face stood holding a flag, her golden eyes full of disdain and hatred.

"Huh? What is this thing? Want to lock up Fafner with this? Tut...... Burned them. ”

At her command, the black dragon spat out a high-temperature flame, a powerful dragon's breath that would not even have pain, and in an instant, the entire person would be reduced to charcoal.

"Bordeaux...... Hum...... Fools who stubbornly resist, are they here to stay...... Hmph, anyway, let's go find that inferior lizard and ask about the situation first. ”

She flicked her hair, and that disdainful face couldn't be wrong......

Joan of Arc.

That's her.