People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

"Hans is not easy to win, unless he transforms into a werewolf."

Jeanne frowned.

She can sense the danger coming from the opponent's body. Even if she uses the magic-resistant gold weapon, which is a relatively flexible metal, it is difficult to penetrate the opponent's defense and damage the body that can be restrained by the magic-resistant gold.

"No, if Hans blatantly turns into a werewolf in public, it may not only have the effect of boosting morale, but it will also make the soldiers doubt whether they can be redeemed if they fight side by side with the 'monster'."

Lothar shook his head and said, the wolves in the giant ship world yesterday are not the same as the werewolves in this world, but the appearance is so similar that it is impossible to explain it.

"Speaking of which, this guy should also be considered a member of the Dragon Beast."

Lothar said.

The knight who fought against the enemy was filled with the aura of a giant dragon. At least like Berrian, he drank the dragon's blood potion and had a weak dragon's blood flowing in his body.

Beasts with the blood of a dragon are dragon beasts, and humans with the blood of a dragon are actually the same. They can be called dragon descendants, but they are essentially no different from dragon beasts.

Now, the milestone of bathing in dragon's blood, he has collected the earth dragon (cast iron body), sea dragon (wind blowing), fusion monster (dragon breath), tyrannical dragon (volcanic king + Nirvana), dragon descendant (immortal Dragon Soul), Black Dragon of Luck (Luck), the progress is already more than halfway.

Compared with the unattainable, "upgrading to the full level of seventy in the five-star template, so that the blood of the dragon descendant can advance to the body of a real dragon", this road can improve one's own strength in a short period of time.

Jean Na wondered: "Even if it is, it's just a defective product. If you really want to pursue progress, you might as well beg Anna to prepare some dragon's blood potion for you, and directly pour it into the death row prisoner. It will easily meet the requirements of the milestone."

Lothar nodded: "Indeed. Let us take a good look at the strength of this dragon-born knight of Saladin."

In front of the Saracen camp, a big green umbrella has stood upright.

Under the umbrella, Saladin was wearing the set of golden scales, and asked the black-robed spellcaster next to him with a relaxed expression: "Master Schemael, who is the person opposite?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not an ordinary noble knight."

Schemael was sitting on a reclining chair, holding an ancient scroll of parchment that had turned yellow in his hand. When he heard Saladin's question, he only raised his eyelids slightly.

The battle that was about to happen in front of him didn't really attract his attention.

Torle was just his experiment, and he was infused with the blood of the Karelian dragon just so that he could barely be regarded as the same kind when feeding his beloved pets, instead of being swallowed by them.

He is not a Celtic Druid who is good at taming beasts and can blend with the souls of wild beasts, or a person favored by evil gods who use the power of evil gods to seduce the minds of evil dragons. His relationship with this Karelian dragon is more like It is a collaborator, a partner.

He can give the giant dragon sweeter and richer food, help the giant dragon capture other dragons, and improve his own bloodline. What the giant dragon has to pay is nothing more than some harmless "materials" and the guarantee of force .

It's a win-win.

High-level dragons have their own wisdom and tough souls, so they are not so easily bewitched.

Saladin asked again: "Master Schmail, can you see any clues?"

Master Shamail shook his head and said, "You have to wait until they actually fight to see anything—this Lothar can make friends with Anna from the Levant Wizards Association, and he presumably is a character of the same level, just be careful."

Saladin was not annoyed by Master Schmail's attitude, the two were not in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Also take what you need.

Saladin provided a large amount of food, materials, and manpower that Shamel needed.

Master Shamael provided his own military support.

Takidin on the side looked a little annoyed. He didn't like the attitude of this so-called spellcaster. You must know that even if Saladin was in Zoroastrianism, those imams who possessed extraordinary powers were still in the position of a god.

Saladin chuckled lightly and said, "Let's see, Lothar. Oh, who would have imagined that the little character who just arrived in the Holy Land and used the name of Savodin to cause trouble for me has now become my confidant? gone."

Hans drew the cross on his chest: "Do you need me to wait until you finish praying before fighting?"

Many Zoroastrians have to face the holy place to worship before the battle. The Zoroastrians have many rules, and many aspects are even better than Christianity. Some people even made up legends that they can win in one fell swoop by attacking the enemy while the enemy is worshiping.

"No, I only believe in my Lord Shamail."

The man's laughter was a little hoarse: "Let's start."

The two began to pull their horses back.

Hans took out the cavalry spear tied with the square flag from the attendants who followed and watched the battle at the rear—this is the mounted cavalry spear with indestructible characteristics, and the square flag tied on it is his own. Heraldic silver wolf head.

He put the belt of kite shield on his neck and forearm, lifted the heavy iron spear and turned to look at his opponent.

Toller is also fully dressed at this time, just like his origin-the Neva Valley of Karelia, his equipment has a strong Ross and Viking style, wearing a Nuo with excellent vision and poor defense. Man helmet, the edge hole of the helmet, the cheek pads with chain mail, and the body is wearing heavy, black chain mail.

The mount under his crotch is obviously not an ordinary war horse either. It has no vest or overalls. It has huge hoofs and is fully armed.

Hans patted his shield with his spear, indicating that the battle could begin.

Torle on the opposite side received the signal, and with a sound of "Ha Ya", the mount kicked off and began the acceleration phase before charging.

So is Hans.

The mount moves from walking slowly to galloping, trotting, and galloping.

The sound of the wind poured in through the gaps in the armor.

Hans knew that his spear was not as long as the opponent's. In the eyes of all the people, the moment the two were about to collide, he pulled his horse aside, and the iron shield in his hand was hit by the opponent's spear in an instant. .

The iron frame of the hoop shield shattered into iron bars and hit Hans' helmet, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The huge force made Hans feel as if he was going to be thrown away, and the mount under his crotch let out a scream of being overwhelmed.

Hans tried his best to stabilize his figure, and murmured, "Now, it's my turn."

Throwing away the remains of the shield, Hans leaned on the spear with both hands, and turned around to kill Torle again, regardless of the mount that was already panting violently under his crotch.

This kind of imperial spear riding is still not suitable for charging with a spear in the final analysis. Only when you hold it with both hands can you exert its power to the greatest extent.

Torle obviously didn't expect Hans to be able to catch his lance sprint, but at this time, there was obviously no time for him to go back and change the lance. He took out the long sword in its sheath, and then faced Hans And up.

Immediate duels have never been so fancy.

The two passed by again.

The winged helmet on Hans' head had half of his "wings" cut off, and Thorle was also slid by the cleats on his ribs with his spear.

If he hadn't dodged in time, just this spear riding would be enough to make him lose his fighting power.