People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Roaring, like a thunder god beating a drum.

Flying dust, like a storm.

Nearly a hundred hussars shouted in unison and launched a charge, as if they had the power to overwhelm mountains and seas, which shocked the hearts of those Bedouin nomads who had never seen the world.

They raised their lances more than three meters long and formed a wedge-shaped array like wild geese migrating.

Jeanne, as the front arrow of the cavalry, charged forward.

The hussars formed the two wings of the wedge formation, wrapping the lightly armored and almost non-existent servants inside-they were the weakest link of the Ella Port Cavalry, but they were also crucial.

Once they lose the replaceable horses, lances, food and water provided by the servants, the combat effectiveness of the hussars will drop significantly.

Roar--

The roar of the lion exploded in the sky.

The brown male lion with a thick mane flapped its wings and swooped down with the black armored knight behind it.

Its tail was raised like a javelin, and the poisonous scarlet needle pierced Rangna fiercely - to catch the thief, the king was the first choice, this is the choice that anyone with a brain would make.

But it was this seemingly smart choice that cost him his life.

It's not close to the distance of [-] meters to Jeanna.

The rusty holy spear flew out, piercing the manticore's chest from bottom to top, and connecting with the knight behind it.

A simple and unpretentious throwing spear.

The huge body of the manticore crashed into the ground.

The momentum of Jeanna's impact has not diminished at all, and the bloody BMW she called "Grape" is galloping like a spirit in the wind.

Another manticore knight, seeing that Jeanna lost her weapon, immediately drove the manticore and rushed towards her.

But as Jeanna waved her hand, the golden light gathered in her hand—at the same time, the holy spear piercing through the manticore's body began to blur and disappear.

The moment a new manticore knight approaches.

The holy spear came out again, this time, it penetrated through the mouth of the manticore, trying to make a roar to scare the mounts of the hussars.

Another manticore knight crashed to the ground.

The remaining manticore, seeing his two companions were killed one after another in the blink of an eye, hurriedly flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

"That's it?"

Jeanna's mouth twitched slightly.

Waving again, summoning the Holy Spear: "Get out of here too!"

The holy gun turned into a streamer.

It flew out again, and this time, Jeanna inspired the characteristic of the holy spear that must hit, not just the ordinary throwing like before.

Therefore, even though the manticore knight had already flown above the clouds, he was still accurately hit by this holy spear.

boom.

The corpse fell in front of the enemy.

The splattered blood and minced meat made people look ashen.

"By holy fire, is this leader of the Franks the devil?"

The leader of the Saracens could not help feeling chills all over his body when he saw this scene. These manticores are usually fearsome beasts.

Even the shamans enshrined by some Bedouin tribes couldn't kill these cruel and cunning beasts that came and went like the wind.

But he never thought that in front of this Frankish leader, it was like chopping melons and vegetables, and all of them were easily solved!
"Long live Knight Commander Jeanne!"

"In the name of Jeanna, kill all these damn heretics!"

Contrary to the Saracens whose morale plummeted, the morale of the hussars rose even higher, and they all shouted Jeanne's name to express their respect and love for her.

On the opposite side, the Saracen cavalry in black armor also began to charge, but their momentum was completely different compared to this side.

boom--

Waves of black and silver collided together.

Black, quickly engulfed.

In the blink of an eye, the hussars pierced through the enemy's encirclement group, and under the leadership of Jeanna, they broke through to the distance, leaving only the black armored corpses everywhere.

The Bedouin nomads who were chasing behind became slower and slower until they stopped completely.

Their leaders looked at each other.

"How about we withdraw?"

Below the city of Port Ella.

"Cowardly Frank, don't you even have the courage to meet our Lord?"

"If you are really so afraid, why don't you just sacrifice the city, naked, and offer the lamb representing peace to our Lord, and the Lord will forgive your life."

The black-armored horse, Muluke, shouted brazenly at the foot of the port of Aila.

On the city wall, the Armenian who was transporting bows, arrows and stones muttered in a low voice, "I'm not angry even after being pointed at and scolded. Our new lord has a really good temper."

"Heh, what about the brave Lothar, the Franks just like to exaggerate."

Not only these Armenian mercenaries, but even the militiamen guarding the city, their faces became a little ugly.

This is an era that values ​​honor.

Hans frowned: "My lord, if this continues, morale will be a problem."

Lothar waved his hand: "What do you want to do, because one person will expose the precise defense device on the Siegfried Tower? Or, are you going to let me put down the drawbridge and send you out to have a one-on-one fight with the opponent?" ?”

Hans shrugged: "There's no need to put down the suspension bridge, I'll just jump off and kill him."

Furingilla snorted softly: "Don't bother, let me do it—my lord, use a little weird method, will there be any problems?"

Lothar shook his head and said: "It's okay, you can do whatever you want. In Transjordan, I am the biggest one now. No one has the right to make irresponsible remarks to you."

The relationship between the church and witches is inherently ambiguous.

Because the Catholic Church claims that all supernatural powers come from God, many people even regard witches as the patrons of the heavenly father-this is not a lie woven by Lothar himself.

Even in the previous life, when the large-scale witch hunting movement flourished, it was already the end of the Middle Ages and the Thirty Years War period when the Reformation began.

Previously, witch hunts were only sporadic events led by foolish people or local churches.

Fringira let out a "hmm" and began to chant the spell in a low voice.

Under the black-armored horse Muluke, the eyes of the mount suddenly turned scarlet, it was panting violently, and the horse's hooves were pawing restlessly on the spot.

Then, a huge mouth full of fangs opened, its neck twisted like a snake, and it gnawed on the arm of the master behind him.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

The black-armored horse Muluke yelled in horror, swung his whip, and twitched his mount's buttocks.

However, under the influence of Fringilla's spell, the warhorse, which had been deformed in flesh and blood and completely lost its mind, would not care about these whippings, and with a click, it forcibly tore off his arm.

The war horse chewed the flesh and blood.

The black-armored horse Muluke endured the pain, drew out his straight sword, and slashed down fiercely.

The horse's head was cut off immediately.

But the horse's head that fell on the ground looked like a zombie, still chewing on the Mamluk's severed arm, bones and flesh, chewing it to pieces and swallowing it.

From the broken neck where the horse's head was connected, several lumps of flesh and blood mixed with white bone stubble fell down.

Mamluk screamed, fell off his horse, and ran desperately to the way he came.

Rauf frowned and looked at the dark wizard beside him: "Master, what kind of sorcery is this?"

The black wizard shook his head: "I don't know about Frank wizard's methods, but I also have a similar ability, and I can even make the dead stand up again, which is nothing at all."

Rauf let out a long breath, smiled and said, "That's good."

"Send someone to fetch Damli back and let the doctor treat him."

As soon as the words fell, the body of Mamluk, who was running away in embarrassment, exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood with a bang.

Rauf froze, and then looked at the dark wizard beside him.

The black wizard showed contempt: "Don't worry, it's just a small trick. If I want to kill someone, it will only be ten times bloodier and more terrifying than this."

Siege warfare is no child's play.

Let's get rid of the episode of "war of scolding".

Until the evening, the army under the city was still building siege equipment.

Although Rauf originally planned to make a surprise attack, it was obvious that his opponent had expected it and was heavily guarded. The so-called surprise attack was meaningless.

"We are outnumbered."

"I have you again, Master, and the hole card of the Manticore Knight."

"There is no suspense in this battle."

Rauf's face was full of complacency. He raised his glass and toasted the dark wizard sitting opposite him.

The black wizard's face was also very relaxed. When observing during the day, it found that the wizard opposite him was not stronger than himself, which gave him a reassurance.

As long as this city is taken down, the great sacrifice of tens of thousands of dead souls will surely satisfy their own scorpion gods and give them even stronger power.

At this time.

In the Port of Ella, there was a commotion.

In the port area of ​​the city, there was a faint flame rising into the sky.

Rauf couldn't help laughing and said, "Ha, it seems that the fleet I sent to attack the enemy's port at night succeeded!"