People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 351 Half Tyrant
The embrasures in the towers flickered with fire.

That was the wolf tribe in Texas shooting at the enemy with crossbows and muskets.

From time to time, an expeditionary army climbing on the mountain wall was hit by a shot and fell into the abyss screaming.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a lone tower standing at the top of the city accurately shot the artillery shells at the enemy's artillery positions in the mountains, causing a series of explosions.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and Fringila felt that she was completely deaf, with a buzzing in her head.

"These goddamn puppies are really moving."

Fringila rubbed her ears, and casually cast a blood-throwing spear spell, and nailed to the ground those wolves who were about to cut off the chains of the suspension bridge and put it down, but still connect the city gate and the mountain road.

There are more and more enemies.

It looks like a lively fight, but the wolves are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned masters with extremely tenacious vitality. There are not a few wolf centurions who have mastered the skill "Immortal Body" similar to Hans's essence, and there are no ordinary firearms at all. may kill them.

Not long after, there was a fierce cry of killing from a nearby tower.

Prajna's expression moved slightly: "When are you going to make a move?"

Fringila, who had arranged the magic circle for a month regardless of the cost, is now their important big C. Her duty as a heavy iron guard is nothing more than to protect this big C and let her wantonly output.

"No hurry, no hurry, wait for some important figures to talk about it."

Furingilla narrowed her eyes slightly, she was observing the movements in the area covered by her magic circle.

Although there are still three walls waiting for the enemy to break through behind the towers protruding from the outermost city wall of Wolf Castle, each of which has solid fortifications and manpower garrison, but once the enemy gains a firm foothold on this dangerous ground, the original natural moat The advantage will be gone.

Right now, although the enemy does not seem to be blocked by the natural moat, all the way up, whether it is the troops that can be projected at the same time or the physical consumption of the soldiers, it is a great restriction on the expeditionary force.

"Here comes a centurion."

A gleam of blood flashed in the depths of Furingilla's pupils, and two small and delicate fangs were exposed at the corners of her mouth. Her hair and sleeves were floating due to the majestic magical aura.

"The breath of Tepesh, why do you hang out with the rebels?"

The centurion of the wolf tribe, who walked steadily, jumped onto the protruding platform without taking a breath.

This is a mediocre middle-aged wolf, with a black wolf head tattoo on his arm, without ears and tail, obviously a pure blood wolf just like Hans.

Furingilla rolled her eyes and said with a look of disdain: "What? You foul-smelling, brutal and vulgar bastards, are you worthy of questioning this princess?"

"Heh, if you don't use the chance to escape, just die here. I guess your Impaler won't start a war with our Yaxi family just because an ignorant descendant wants to kill himself."

As soon as the centurion of the wolf clan finished speaking, his black hair began to grow wildly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a majestic and thick giant werewolf, with half-meter-long sharp blood blades extending from his claws.

There was a hoarse growl in his throat, and he rushed towards Fringila.

Banruo stood in front of her silently. Although the eldest girl was tall, she was obviously very thin, but at this moment, she gave people the illusion that she was like a mountain.

The wolf centurion bumped his head against the shield, but Banruo just took two steps back and stabilized his figure again. No matter how hard the wolf centurion exerted himself, he couldn't move forward.

"?"

The face of the centurion of the wolf tribe was full of madness, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face. His strength, even in the entire Yaxi family, could rank among the top three. In terms of strength alone, even Lord Ripper could He might not be able to beat him steadily, how could he still fail to hit a woman?
next moment.

Countless blood lines lit up on the soles of his feet.

As early as the moment the wolf centurion stepped on the platform, countless blood curses fell on it.

The criss-crossing lines of blood, like blood vessels clinging to the heart, pulsate continuously as they connect to Fringilla in the center, pouring power into Fringella's body continuously.

Her eye sockets were scarlet, and sharp bone spurs pierced through her flesh, sprouting from her shoulder blades, back, and thighs, covering her body like armor.

The thick blood-red bat wings spread out, and in just a few short breaths, Fringila seemed to have changed, and even her figure seemed to have matured a lot.

She opened her hand, and the blood condensed into a sharp long sword. On the hilt of the sword, there was a pale eyeball, slowly turning.

The wolf centurion on the opposite side was full of horror in his eyes: "The breath of the tyrant Dracula, are you his direct blood?"

next moment.

Furingilla turned into a streak of blood and appeared behind the centurion of the wolf tribe. She held a heart that was still beating vigorously in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing that she was with the wolf tribe. A completely different expression than usual.

"A very healthy heart, let me perform a minor operation on you."

puff-

The heart was crushed by her, and the elastic pieces squeezed out from between her fingers.

The centurion of the wolf clan fell to the ground with a face full of horror, and blood seeped into the lines under his feet, making the blood color on the criss-cross lines even more vivid.

Just in time, a female werewolf wearing a black leather jacket had just climbed onto the platform. When she saw Fringilla, she raised her black muzzle and fired two bullets.

boom--

The bullet bounced off the ghost shield.

The female werewolf originally wanted to continue to attack, but her throat seemed to be strangled by a powerful big hand. The strong suffocation that hit her face made her unable to arouse the slightest desire to resist for a while.

Click.

Her neck tilted, and her body slid limply to the ground.

With an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, Fringilla came to the side of the female wolf clan, bent down, and pierced the flesh of her neck with her sharp fangs.

Banruo watched this evil scene silently, the emotion on his face was still calm.

At present, Fringila is definitely not a tyrant that can only be displayed at the second stage of essence. It just stimulates the ancient blood inherited from the piercer in her body, and some atavistic abnormalities produced can only be regarded as half a tyrant at best.

"It's our two partners again, do you want some?"

Hans was holding a can of chickpea goulash in his hand. It had just been roasted on the campfire, and there was a layer of oil floating on it, which was very fragrant.

Coors closed his eyes slightly, and sat leaning against the brick wall: "No need."

The combination of the two is located directly behind Wolfburg.

The vast abyss under their feet is an insurmountable moat for ordinary people, even animals that are good at climbing like monkeys, but for the wolves, it is definitely not too difficult to pass here.

At this time.

Cannon fire rang out.

The two of them looked at each other as they heard the roar in their ears and the sudden sound of the alarm bell in Wolf Castle.

"Still the old rules?"

"Ah."

Coors nodded, came to the back of Hans, and then merged into his shadow like a pool of ink.

"Brother Hans, someone is coming up!"

A Texas wolf clan stationed here suddenly said, and saw him holding a gas lamp and shining it on the mountain wall, and he could vaguely see a gray shadow there, constantly climbing up.

(End of this chapter)