People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 16 Werewolf
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Abelardo, who fell to the ground, forcibly held the blade that Lothar stabbed with both hands.

The armor piece of the chain armor glove, the blade of Lothar's armed sword is stuck in it, and it cannot advance an inch.

"Okay, good, you managed to piss me off!"

The audience in the stands thought that the situation was about to reverse, and Lothar was about to turn defeat into victory.

Abelardo exerted his strength suddenly, his muscles swelled and became as hard as granite, and he abruptly overturned Lothar who was riding on him.

He immediately stood up, wanting to get back the half sword he had stuck in the mud.

But Lothar could not give him this chance. His strong physical strength made him quickly get up from the ground, and with a slam, he threw Abelardo aside.

He held the hilt and the tip of the armed sword with both hands, trying to penetrate the gap in Abelardo's barrel helmet.

But this man moved faster, with his arms guarding his chest. After resisting the sword, he twisted his hands, held Lothar's blade, and twisted it into two.

"Get out of here!"

A hoarse growl came out of his mouth.

boom--

Lothar was kicked out by Abelardo again.

Both of them turned into bare hands now.

The breathing under the barrel helmet was panting like a bellows.

Lothar noticed that Abelardo had become taller and larger than before.

The originally loose burqa was bulging at the moment, and he was a little hunched, still looking like a little giant.

"What the hell are you?"

Lothar's tone was a little dignified.

Abelardo sneered, "You guessed it."

The hustle and bustle of the outside world prevented others from hearing the conversation on the field.

Lothar didn't raise his arms to tell the other party's true thoughts. He just had a glimpse just now, and he couldn't be sure what kind of monster the other party was really.

Even if he was 100% sure that the other party was not a normal human being, but there was no proof, he couldn't do anything to Abelardo, instead he made himself look like a clown.

What's more, the field is so chaotic now, even if he shouts, others can't hear clearly.

"What if I admit defeat?"

Abelardo laughed softly: "It's too late. You won't have this chance. As long as you dare to raise your hand and make a move, I will kill you immediately!"

He raised his hand to admit defeat.

This is usually a simple action.

But when facing an opponent like Abelardo, it is tantamount to actively revealing his flaws. At that time, Abelardo can kill himself, but he can also evade it as a conditioned reflex and subconscious behavior.

In the martial arts arena, life and death are up to fate, and no one will blame him for it.

"That's terrible."

Lothar was perfunctory, but the next moment, his body suddenly loosened like a taut bowstring, and he rushed directly to the hand and half sword that Abelardo had just lost.

"The cunning brat."

Abelardo cursed inwardly, and swooped out, the heavy armor didn't affect his agility at all.

When Lothar was about to hold the hilt of the half sword in his hand, Abelardo directly grabbed his calf and staggered him to the ground.

When Lothar fell to the ground, he directly raised his fist and slammed into Lothar's leg. The severe pain instantly occupied Lothar's entire mind.

He gritted his teeth and tried not to shout out.

When he kicked the opponent's head and kicked him away, Lothar also managed to get half of the sword in his hand, but Abelardo obviously didn't panic at all.

He stood opposite Lothar, with a light tone: "I limped a leg, how are you going to fight me next?"

"Ha ha."

There was a wry smile on Lothar's face.

He supported the broken leg with half the sword in his hand.

Then he looked at Prajna outside the field.

"This time, my little fate is tied to you, Prajna."

He murmured silently.

If he had known that Abelardo possessed such terrifying power, he would not have fought hard at all.

Left and right are just the title of a champion knight and a sum of money... He has no intention of being a vassal under Count Leopold.

Just when Abelardo thought Lothar was lost and planned to go around behind him and attack.

Hannya, who was fighting outside the fence, seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the people around subconsciously moved away from her, separated by more than ten meters.

In Lothar's ears, the system notification sounded like the sound of nature.

Your friendship with the legendary squire Hannya is increased to friendly.

Unlock the first bond sharing talent: Stone (Immune to all physical damage for the next three seconds.)
You will share with Retinue: Prajna a talent of your own.

Since you only have one talent, this talent defaults to: being human in two lifetimes (you who have fused two souls are born with double the mental power of ordinary people, and the upper limit of mental power is always +5).

Lothar didn't pay attention to the system's notification sound anymore, and decisively chose to activate the "Stone" talent.

Abelardo's heavy punch hit Lothar's body, but it didn't bring him any pain. He was just staggered by the huge force, and then stood firm again.

"Fall me down!"

Abelardo pounced up, knocked the half sword in his hand far away, and knocked Lothar to the ground.

bang bang bang-

The sound of iron fists hitting his body was endless.

Lothar seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist, allowing Abelardo's powerful iron fist to hit him continuously.

Some of the noble ladies in the stands were flushed and excited, but more of them quickly covered their faces and made expressions of intolerance.

"Abelardo is really strong, but I don't know if he has such ability in bed?"

"The knight named Lothar is also very powerful, but unfortunately, Abelardo is stronger."

"My God, it is so cruel. I never imagined that the gentlemanly knight of Abelardo would be so cruel on the battlefield."

Suddenly, Abelardo's body froze.

I saw a broken sword tip in Lothar's hand, held in his hand, and plunged into the chain armor neck guard that was stretched thin due to lowering his head from behind.

"God, what did he do?"

"It's the tip of his armed sword. When did he hold it in his hand?"

"This is an act of dishonor. He actually used tricks to kill Abelardo!"

In the stands, people clamored.

puff.

Lothar overturned the heavy man to the ground.

He could feel that Abelardo's bulging body was rapidly becoming dry as if there was a leak.

"Ha ha."

There was a terrifying laughter that made the scalp tingle.

From the gap of Abelardo's helmet, a large cloud of black blood foam overflowed.

Abelardo's intermittent weak voice sounded: "It turns out that you are not fucking human. Just wait, sooner or later, you will be like me."

"Heavenly Father doesn't care for people like us."

Lothar ignored the arguments ringing in his ears.

He looked at Hannya not far away, and the eyes above the veil were still as cold as the moon.

It seemed that he had never been worried about his safety from the beginning to the end.

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Lothar lifted the mask under Abelardo's helmet, revealing a terrifying wolf-like head covered in gray hair.

The uproar in the stands became stagnant.

Followed by more noisy discussions.

"My God, Abelardo. Is that Abelardo?"

"My God, what did I just see? Abelardo's head is actually a wolf's head!"

"It turns out that Abelardo turned out to be an evil werewolf. None of us found out. No wonder he has so much energy!"

"This Lothar actually killed a werewolf. This is a legendary monster!"

Count Leopold looked at the witch advisor beside him, with some doubts and puzzlement in his expression.

The red-robed witch smiled and said: "Abelardo is indeed a werewolf, but his body is not full of blood, and he is not haunted by grievances. This proves that he is not a person who kills indiscriminately."

Leopold said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

The red-robed witch still had a smile on her face: "Why did I tell you? Would it do you any harm to recruit a powerful werewolf as your subordinate?"

Leopold was silent.

No one noticed this brief conversation.

At this moment in the martial arts arena, the horrific din almost overturned the sky.

And the focus of their discussion, Lothar, staggered at this moment and fell to the ground. The fierce battle with Abelardo had exhausted all his strength.

evening.

In the bathhouse in Lienz.

Lothar allowed his body to float on the water, and he recovered very quickly, with more than ten points of physical strength, which made his battery life far beyond ordinary people.

Most of the bruises on my body have disappeared.

Even the most serious bruises on the calf were not so obvious at this time.

Fortunately, he also wore chain armor leggings on his calves. If it was those poor knights wearing leggings, their leg bones would probably be broken directly.

This bathhouse is said to be transformed from the legacy of the ancient empire, and it looks extremely empty and atmospheric.

Incense was still burning on the side, and the maid was waiting respectfully, her graceful figure looming behind the tulle, ready for him to enjoy at any time.

It used to belong to the province of Norikum in the ancient empire.

Although the empire is dead, people are still full of longing and longing for the country buried in the ruins of history.

Today, the Eastern Empire is still the light of civilization.

The lords of Lienz in the past kept and renovated the bathhouse on this basis.

It's a pity that it has been transformed from a public bath to the lord's private property.

The habit of people in the Middle Ages not taking a bath came after the Black Death, because some priests believed that taking a bath would open the pores and make it easier for viruses to invade.

Before that, people in the Middle Ages also loved the bathhouse as a place for socializing and leisure.

(End of this chapter)