People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

281 King to King

"How long can it last?"

Banruo held the ghost mask shield with one hand, and stared at the night sky with frowning eyes.

In the beginning, the dragon's breath, which was still dominant, was the opposite of the situation on the field. The crimson dragon's breath began to retreat steadily.

"If you can't hold on, can you replace me?"

Lothar's breath of the dragon, under the blessing of the volcano king, is almost as strong as the tyrannical dragon known for its powerful dragon breath.

But his shortcoming is that he cannot last long.

One hundred points of spiritual power, although even among wizards, it is still at the middle level.

But compared with the black dragon whose lifespan is almost infinite and can continuously increase its magic power, it is still far behind.

In terms of the total amount of magic power alone, Anna, a senior wizard who is close to legend, may not be able to compare with the black dragon.

Lothar made a gesture of being calm and calm, and his mental power was rapidly disappearing.

But he was in no hurry.

One's own side now has the advantage, and the other side should be anxious.

He is waiting.

Wait for Isaac to play the hole card first.

Being able to tame a black dragon can only prove that Isaac is stronger than the black dragon.

Otherwise, when the black dragon first appeared, two holy spears would be enough to kill it.

At this time, it's like playing Gwent cards, whoever plays the card first loses.

...

Isaac is really in a hurry right now.

The situation below cannot be hidden from him.

Nearly [-] troops are crowded on the beach, and it is impossible to completely spread out.

Even now there are two to 3000 people who still stay on the ship and have not had time to land.

But the troops on the shore have already suffered heavy losses.

Those crusader knights were trampling wantonly on their horses, slaughtering his army.

If it is on the plains, the formation is formally set up, regardless of other things, only those Kuman nomadic riders and Turkic riders are far from being able to match the mere [-] heavy cavalry.

Looking at it now, it is simply stupid to bypass the city wall and attack by sea.

But he can't do anything now.

...

Cellinina stood at the highest point in the port, above the lighthouse.

Fluffy gray wolf ears, and long blue-gray hair, gently swaying in the night wind.

"My lord can't hold it anymore."

She could clearly feel that the energy response from Lothar was dropping sharply.

Her knees are slightly bent.

next moment.

The figure suddenly disappeared.

when it reappears.

She had come under the black dragon, and the sharp double blades drew a bright cross sword mark in the air.

A shrill scream resounded throughout the city of Limassol.

Even on the battlefield where the shouts of killing were loud, many people raised their heads subconsciously to see what happened.

"Dragon, it's our dragon, is it bleeding?"

"The Khan of the Greeks is doomed, and his dragons cry!"

The morale of the enemy, which was already very low, dropped again visible to the naked eye.

Especially those Cuman and Turkic soldiers, some of them were slaves recruited by Isaac imitating Mamluk, but most of them were mercenaries.

There is no loyalty at all in the army that takes money to do things.

They stopped their progress one after another, and began to climb desperately to the boat that was stranded on the shore.

They didn't know how to sail the boat, and loudly urged the sailors who were good at rowing to board the boat. The rest of them wanted to escape to the boat, but they were condescending and shot to the ground.

The black dragon is bleeding.

Although this wound was on its abdomen, it obviously couldn't kill the giant dragon known for its strong vitality.

However, the dragon's breath it was maintaining was interrupted by Celinina's talent "choke the throat".

The dragon flames spewed out by Lothar, after there was no hindrance, hit it like a shell. The terrifying heat and impact, even if it was just the aftermath, made Isaac behind it let out a cry. A heartbroken howl.

The disintegrating flames quickly burned along his sleeves.

"help me!"

In front of death.

Freedom of all kinds has long been left behind by him.

"Do you want to make a deal?"

The black shadow appeared in front of him with a smile, and even circled together with the black dragon that was blown away, so as to maintain the posture of facing Isaac all the time.

"What deal?"

"Let me borrow your body, and I will deal with your enemies for you."

The flying dragon's breath, like tarsal maggots, burned Isaac's body. The severe pain made him wish he could faint immediately, but he was exceptionally awake.

"I don't have a choice at all, do I?"

A look of despair appeared on Isaac's face.

"You can choose 'freedom'."

The shadow is still smiling: "Believe me, Isaac, I am not something dishonorable like a devil. I believe in equal value exchange. If you want freedom, I will give you freedom."

"help me."

The pain left him with little room to think.

The painful expression on his face instantly became indifferent.

He lowered his head and glanced at the body that was being burned by the dragon flames, but seeing no movement, the dragon flames quickly extinguished, revealing the unharmed flesh and blood underneath.

"It's really a long-lost feeling."

"Wind, Fire, Temperature, Taste"

Above his head, the black mist turned into an immortal purple-gold crown, a pair of eyes shone with golden luster, and the billowing black mist, like his cloak, permeated the entire sky.

The black dragon under his saddle spread the idea of ​​flattering him.

"Your Majesty, you have finally come out of that lowly human body!"

Isaac ignored it.

The two skins on the shoulder blades on the back were split, and from it, as if something wanted to crawl out, it squirmed for a long time, and two bones sticking to the flesh and blood were propped out.

The bones are extremely thick, and the ends are as sharp as spearheads.

"The energy is not enough, this body is too weak."

There was a distressed look on his face.

Although it devoured the flesh and souls of dozens of living people before, it also required strength to cast spells to charm this black dragon, so he is actually quite weak now.

"Little guy, bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Heilong is a little unclear.

The next moment, Isaac's fingers penetrated the black dragon's body.

Screaming loudly.

In just a few short breaths, the black dragon's skin shriveled.

On the back of Isaac, under the two bones, the flesh and blood began to condense, and soon two huge wings that were more than two meters long were formed.

The black dragon's flesh and blood was drained, but it didn't fall into the clouds.

With Isaac snapping his fingers, the black dragon had already sunken into the eye sockets in the skull, and two dark green flames lit up again.

"Kill that woman."

The black dragon flapped its wings and swooped down with "Isaac" behind it. Its target was not Lothar, but Celinina, who had just attacked the black dragon.

That kind of special power, which is similar to the magic gold, but more practical than the magic gold, is also a hundred times more terrifying, which made him immediately list Celinina as the first priority to solve.

On the lighthouse, Celinina frowned slightly, she could clearly feel that she was locked by some special force.

The strong sense of crisis made her feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

She blinked away immediately.

With a loud bang.

The lighthouse where it was originally located seemed to have been slapped by an invisible big hand. The top collapsed, and the shattered boulder hit the cliff and sank into the sea.

"Nina!"

Fringila, who was the first to notice Nina's danger, mobilized the magic power in her body, condensed it into an extraordinarily thick blood spear, brushed past Celinina's shoulder, and shot straight at the black dragon flying behind.

However, before the spear got close, it was shattered by an invisible force.

Isaac standing on top of the black dragon's head, with a smile on his face, opened his hands, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if embracing the world.

"That's the beauty of having a physical body."

"You and other courtiers deserve to die."

before.

Celinina, who was running away at a high speed, suddenly turned around.

The black dragon chased after it without thinking, and knocked over two houses one after another. Amidst the smoke and dust, it rushed straight forward, trying to copy the way that Celinina was avoiding.

But when the smoke and dust dispersed.

What appeared in front of him was a female knight in silver armor holding a rusty iron gun.

The knight didn't wear a helmet, and her long blond hair was stained with blood and dust. She didn't ride a horse, and she carried a spear on her shoulder, smiling.

"Good evening, Ghost."

The smile froze on Isaac's face.

His eyes were firmly locked on the holy gun in Jeanna's hand.

"This deal."

"I'm afraid it's hard to say it's earned."

　It didn't make up, my pot.

　
(End of this chapter)