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"The sacred fire burns forever, the highest and the greatest, for my king Saladin!"

Zahir brandished his spear and led [-] cavalry into the battlefield. This was the vast majority of the remaining mobile forces in Saladin's hands. In addition, there were only [-] Kasaji guards around him. Yu people.

Among the [-] cavalry, [-] are well-trained Mamluk heavy cavalry in heavy armor.

Zaheer led them to wander around the edge of the melee battlefield, intending to select the weakest enemy of the Crusaders to launch a surprise attack. Both the enemy and ourselves were now in chaos, and they had to worry about accidental damage if they wanted to shoot arrows from a distance.

But at this time, Mamluk, the guard beside him, suddenly shouted: "Your Highness, look behind you!"

Zahir turned his head abruptly.

I saw a gigantic beast, flapping its wings and slowly rising into the sky from the Saracen barracks.

The noisy battlefield seemed to quiet down in an instant.

Only the melodious roar of the dragon remained, resounding through the sky.

hold head high--

Lothar, who had just killed a rider, raised his head subconsciously. The huge and majestic figure immediately made him unable to look away.

As soon as it appeared, the vultures and falcons that had been circling in the sky ran away in panic, and some even collided with each other in a panic, as if they were not worthy to share the sky with it.

The gaps between the black triangular scales seem to be flowing with scorching lava. On the top of its head, the winding dragon horns are like a crown, and its eyes are staring down, overlooking the earth.

"Finally showed up."

Lothar's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed subconsciously, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, like a collector who has been looking for treasures for a long time, seeing the most perfect collection - compared with it, Lothar once hunted and killed The tyrannical dragon is like a rough and stupid big guy.

Pieces of fine scales appeared on his cheeks and forehead. This was not a half-dragon transformation, but a spontaneous mutation of the dragon-born blood in his body being pulled by the fire dragon.

Vaguely, a slender dragon shadow appeared beside Lothar.

The soldiers in battle naturally couldn't see it, but they could see it clearly from the sky.

He immediately attracted the attention of the dragon above him.

This Karelian fire dragon let out a roar full of surprise, followed by an endless roar, as if scolding a dragon like Lothar who hides its head and shows its tail, why didn't it dare to confront it head-on?

Lothar no longer restrains the dragon-born blood in his body that seems to be rushing like a torrent. It combines the advantages of many dragon species, and it has long been no less than the high-level dragon among the dragons in this world.

As soon as the breath came out, the fire dragon, which originally wanted to fly to the Crusaders' camp, immediately turned around.

Shemer, who was on the dragon's back, stretched out his hand to hold the fire dragon's head, and kept sending out comforting emotions: "Hey, young man, don't be provoked by him, we have to avenge poor Toorle first, you forget who is working hard every day!" Have you worked so hard to offer food to you?"

But the fire dragon's temper has come up, if it can be easily restrained, it is not a fire dragon.

It let out an angry growl.

Shemaier was slightly startled, and said helplessly, "Okay, I get it, he broke into your territory, you have reason to be angry, but you have to promise me that you will listen to me next time, that's not a good idea." deal with the guy."

He looked down at Lothar's location, looked at the dragon head cloak behind him, and looked a little stunned: "No wonder his family motto is to bathe in dragon blood. He is also a dragon descendant, and his bloodline is quite high. How did he do it?"

Thinking about it, I feel ironic again.

Obviously he is also a dragonborn, but he still has the nerve to use Torle's identity to stir up rumors in the Saracens army. This Lothar is really a shameless person.

That's okay, let me see, after forcing you out of your real body, how should you react?

Master Schemael was in a slightly relaxed mood. The most difficult opponents to deal with were those who didn't know the details. As for the dragonborn—for a spellcaster like himself who specialized in dragon science, there was no secret at all.

How strong can it be?
Can it compare to the genuine dragon?
Even if it can be compared, can it be compared to the Karelian fire dragon that ranks in the top five among all high-level dragons?

The appearance of the fire dragon finally made Saladin's expression slightly pale.

The morale of the Saracen soldiers was boosted, while the crusaders showed panicked expressions. This legendary creature, which frequently appears in bards, has always been synonymous with strength and ferocity.

Duke Raymond looked at Baldwin IV: "Your Majesty, do we want to hide?"

At this time, the target of the Karelian Fire Dragon had not been attracted by Lothar. Judging from its flight direction, it was clear that it was going straight to the camp of the Crusaders.

Baldwin IV slowly shook his head: "Lord Lothar will deal with the dragon himself. My flag is standing here. If the soldiers of our army who are fighting with the enemy turn around and cannot see the big flag, what will they think? ?”

"But Your Majesty, the Marquis of Lothar is simply unable to make a move now."

Raymond raised his head and looked up at this terrifying giant beast. To it, people like himself were as insignificant as a group of ants. It only needed a mouthful of dragon flames to cause a devastating blow to its own army.

"I believe in him."

Baldwin IV, who pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist and fluttered his cloak behind his back, said firmly, "Please also Duke Raymond to trust him."

Raymond was stunned for a moment, and said to himself, why should I believe this kid, just because he is the son of cross-eyed Werner?

"What else can I do, I can only trust him."

Duke Raymond came back to his senses.

Suddenly, it was discovered that the giant dragon that was flying towards the Crusaders' camp turned around at some point—that was where Lothar was.

"Oops!"

He couldn't help exclaiming.

It is of course a good thing that the dragon is gone, but Lothar is commanded by the most elite force of the Crusaders, including his "Tripoli cavalry"!
Seeing the attack of the giant dragon overhead, the faces of the Crusader cavalry who were fighting the enemy subconsciously turned a little pale. Not only them, but even their opponents all wanted to retreat by coincidence.

Although it is a giant dragon of our own side, Long Yan doesn't have eyes.

Zahir, who was wandering outside, shouted loudly, ordering a temporary withdrawal of troops.

The soldiers under him had this intention long ago, even if Zahir told them to rush, they would have to murmur in their hearts.

The Saracen cavalry began to distance themselves from the Crusaders, and the Crusaders were still a little hesitant, but as Lothar ordered the horn to blow and ordered the scattered cavalry to return to their side, they also began to retreat.

Only the scattered corpses on the battlefield just now were left.

The flowing blood gathered into puddles.

Lothar raised his hand and yelled loudly towards the gathered Crusader cavalry: "Crusaders, don't be afraid of a mere dragon. Look at the one in my hand. What is this?"

The golden light slowly condensed into a spear full of strange inscriptions in his hand.

The light reflected Lothar like a god descending to earth.

For a moment, the Crusader cavalry, who were frightened by the dragon, couldn't help showing a trace of consternation on their faces—they all had a guess at the same time.

"Is it"

Lothar did not allow the knight in front of him to utter a complete question, but said simply and neatly: "Yes, this is the holy spear stained with the blood of the holy Christ. I was inspired by God yesterday, and the heavenly father told me that this battle , we will win the final victory, and let me know where the Holy Lance is!"

As soon as this remark came out, the cavalry were in an uproar.

It is said that Longinus was the imperial soldier who assassinated Jesus Christ, and the spear of Longinus was a sacred object stained with the blood of Jesus. According to legend, Charlemagne once held this sacred object and established his own. empire.

During the First Crusade, during the siege of Antioch, an ascetic named Peter (Peter, a hermit who did not organize the Crusade for the Poor) claimed to have received divine revelation and the holy gun, and thus It boosted the morale of the Crusaders and defeated the invading enemy.

But after being tested by burning at the stake by the monks accompanying the army, Peter admitted that he had forged the Holy Lance.

Just like other sacred objects, no one knows who has the real holy gun.

But now, Lothar has decided to claim that the holy gun is in his hands.

In fact, he did not lie. He can also use the holy gun in Jeanna's hand freely. Kungunir, the "eternal gun", is the weapon of God Odin. It is no problem to be called the "holy gun".

As for burning at the stake?

He was no longer afraid of fire.

What's more, after this battle, he wanted to ask who would dare to burn him on the stake in the Holy Land.