People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 350
Lothar understands Fringila's potential. Although her real strength lies in the "tyrantization" of the second stage of Jing, this is enough to prove her potential from the side.

The strongest five-star in the novice stage is definitely not a vain name.

Jean Na raised her chin, her face full of ridicule: "Hey, don't you really want to catch up with Prajna and the others?"

"It's not necessary."

Although they had been away for a month, Lothar knew very well that in reality, they were clearly still in Anna's manor, and even fell asleep in the same bed as Banruo.

"Tsk, you are so cruel, my lord. I feel that both Flynn and Miss Banruo miss you quite a bit."

"I miss everyone too, but the most urgent thing right now is to deal with the coalition forces of the nineteen wolf families."

Lothar crushed out the lit cigarettes. His bad habits were all born of boredom. Even for a person like him who can endure loneliness, the journey of a hundred thousand miles under the sea is really too boring. During this time, he even Loved playing dice with zombie sailors.

It's quite interesting to say, those living dead who are not afraid of anything, they will get out of the dice, even if they are the same as Captain Hogg, they are caught and thrown into the sea for a whole day, and they still enjoy it .

"Nineteen wolf families, ha, it sounds like the eighteen princes are begging for Dong. The Hulao Pass is under our feet."

Lothar was a little surprised and said, "Have you seen the Three Kingdoms? Then who is Lu Bu?"

Jeanne said bluntly, "Of course it's me."

"The tone is quite loud, don't forget that you are only at the first stage of refinement, and you are still far from your peak strength."

Although there are seeds of rebellion in the wolf tribe, it is still very early to take root and germinate, and it is not comparable to the eighteen princes who are in a mess.

Jeanna snorted softly: "If it was my peak period, even their wolf master wouldn't dare to show his teeth to me."

Lothar said thoughtfully: "You are also considered a surprise soldier. Wear a mask later, so that they don't recognize you easily. Let's find a chance to see if we can kill that 'Ripper'."

Jeanna shrugged her shoulders: "It's unlikely, after all, this holy gun is still too conspicuous—if it is restored to its previous rusty appearance, it may be easier to conceal."

The intensity of the battle to come will definitely not be low. It is really unlikely that she will keep the Holy Spear hidden, not to mention that as the commander of the expeditionary force, the possibility that the "Ripper" will end in person at the beginning of the war is extremely slim .

"Do your best. If you don't have a chance, it won't hurt to kill one or two centurions who are stronger than the enemy."

The two were chatting.

With a roar.

Flames lit up the mountains.

The shells fired directly at an elevation angle exploded on the towers protruding from the city wall.

The gravel crackled and splashed like raindrops.

These wolf expeditionary troops came so silently, pairs of green eyes, in the dark mountain road, densely packed like fireflies in midsummer.

"So fast?"

Because the enemy's top combat power is crushing in terms of quality and quantity, and there are families like the Saluzzo family who are good at stealth and assassination, the Texas wolf clan did not set up sentries in the mountains and forests at all.

"These bastards came too fast!"

"Fuck them!"

At the top of the city, the Texas wolves, who had been waiting for a long time, began to enter the predetermined combat location one after another. They used the groups they used as mounted police as combat units, and entered the defense facilities of the castle in an orderly manner.

The Texas wolf clan is obviously not as elite as the opponent, but its advantages are also obvious, that is, it is more organized and disciplined.

There was another loud bang.

A tower built protruding from the city wall was directly blasted through the middle by a shell. The terrifying shock wave blasted out masonry fragments and shrapnel, and could even be embedded in the solid stone city wall.

This is definitely not one of those small-caliber rapid-fire guns!
Jeanna shouted loudly: "It should be a magic scroll, I hope they only have this one."

Lothar was slightly stunned. In this era where gunpowder weapons and extraordinary weapons went hand in hand, he almost forgot that there were such things as magic scrolls.

There is only one, which is obviously impossible.

Lothar thought to himself, a piece of shrapnel suddenly flew past his cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain, and then directly penetrated the head of a Texas wolf clan, split it from the center, and embedded it in the stone.

He touched the bloodstain on his cheek with lingering fear.

Although the Black Dragon of Luck can't make Lothar look like the protagonist's halo, he can smoke without injury, survive falling into the water, and draw the outline of the body, but it can also prevent him from dying like a little guy because of some accidents on the battlefield Silently.

"The enemy is coming!"

Jeanne said suddenly.

The loud noise covered up the sound of the enemy climbing up the mountain wall silently.

Celinina, who was on another tower, jumped up suddenly, leaving a deep sword mark on the place where she was originally, and the two elite wolves stationed here with her fell to the ground, dead Be quiet.

On the opposite side, wearing a black windbreaker and wearing a pair of swords, the tall wolf tribe slowly appeared: "Just now I hid well, no wonder I managed to escape from the encirclement of the Yaxi wolf tribe."

"teacher?"

She frowned.

"Don't call me that."

The face of the wolves on the opposite side had a hideous scar that almost ran through the entire face. He should have been handsome before, but with this scar, he was completely disfigured.

He said with a smile on his face, "Although it's a pity to meet on such an occasion, I won't hold back."

Celinina frowned: "Are you really going to help the Yaksi family?"

"Stop talking nonsense, number three, let me see what you have learned, and whether you are qualified to inherit the sword skills of the Saluzzo family."

As soon as the words fell, a mighty slash fell on Celinina.

Rather than saying it was a sneak attack, it was better to say that it was a signal for the start of the battle.

Because the assassins of the Saluzzo family are always good at taking people's lives silently.

...

The weight ball of the cross sword in Lothar's hand slammed on the head of the wolf warrior in front of him.

As an ordinary person, suffering such a heavy blow would have cracked his skull, but the opponent in front of him just shook his head, and reached out to grab Lothar's calf.

The huge force from the opponent's fingertips pinched his calf bone with a sharp pain.

Lothar cut off his arm without hesitation, raised his leg and kicked him down the abyss. At this time, a huge brazier had been lit on the tower, and by the light of the fire, he could see the dense figures on the mountain wall .

Behind, a gust of wind hit.

Looking back, he found a werewolf with a bloody mouth open, and his fangs almost pierced his head.

boom--

The werewolf's movements froze, and then it turned into a burst of flying ash.

Jeanna shook off the non-existent stains on the holy gun gracefully, and smiled at him.

"Be careful, my lord, I don't want to see you die in front of me again."

"I try my best."

Lothar swallowed.

This chaotic battlefield is full of crises, stemming from Hans' beast intuition, which keeps him in a state of anxiety all the time.

He looked at the opposite tower. Among the burning wreckage and ruins, he couldn't even see half a living figure. If the opponent had aimed at him before, he would probably be dead now.

Wisdom talent can make him temporarily immune to physical damage.

Jeanna and his bond can also share part of the damage for herself.

Coupled with the extra health bonus of the hero king's milestone, the combination of the three cannot make Lothar survive that kind of bombardment.

After all, it wasn't shelling at all, but a magic scroll.

(End of this chapter)