People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

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Mamluk cavalry who were unable to catch up one by one slammed into the standing black shield.

The blood left a series of ravines on the shield wall.

A drop of blood followed the pattern on the shield and landed on the mouth of the ghost face relief - its eyeballs rolled imperceptibly, and the tongue on the edge of the mouth quickly licked the blood into its mouth.

The ghost face cameo narrowed his eyes, showing a look of enjoyment.

It didn't dare to go too far, so it could only steal a few bites from time to time.

The weak soul floating in the air, as long as it gets close to it, it will be engulfed by the dark wind and sucked into the mouth of the ghost face relief.

Before going into battle, Lothar has already told this guy, don't make the scene too ugly, and then you won't even be able to make a round - if you let others know that your subordinates are all vampires, werewolves, and evil spirits...
How can Lothar's stick trick continue?
His purpose of getting Saladin down was not to replace Saladin and fight a fierce battle with the crusaders led by the three emperors in his own territory in the future.

"What the hell is going on with this guy?"

"My heart-breaking move clearly hit this guy, but he just paused for a moment and then resumed his movements."

"Under his human skin, is it possible that there is a giant dragon hiding?"

Mudriji waved his cane.

Saladin unconsciously covered his ears, and the terrifying scream sounded like countless evil spirits wailing chaotically under the invisible perspective of people.

The mount under his crotch was pacing back and forth uneasily, and some Kasaji guards looked around frequently.

If you look at it from a spiritual perspective, you can see evil spirits that look like skeletons, dragging their bodies like smoke, passing through the middle of Kasaji's guards.

Ordinary people cannot see them.

The state of their existence is more like Fringilla's description of the vampires in this world, "full of decay and stench".

In fact, there are plenty of mortals willing to have sex with vampire women.

They are by no means evil spirits transformed from the souls of the living under normal circumstances.

Instead, Mudriji used his own magic to raise monsters similar to day demons using the souls of the living as nourishment.

It is completely different from the evil spirits that people know.

I saw these evil spirits speeding across the battlefield. They were not afraid of the midday sun or the majestic blood of the fighting soldiers. They were like an army mixed with Mamluks, and they were heading towards Lothar.

In Mudrij's eyes, Lothar was not only the leader of the Crusader cavalry, but also the master of the holy spear.

This artifact full of divine power has an obvious restraint effect on him. This is a good thing, otherwise he would not covet the Holy Lance, but this is also a bad thing. The fire dragon can hold Lothar with a single shot. It's just that he suffered moderate injuries. If it were him, there would be a high probability that he would die with one shot.

In Lothar's spiritual vision, countless terrifying spirit bodies among the Mamluk cavalry were roaring towards him.

These guys were very cunning, and they felt the oppression of the ghost shield from a distance, so they scattered in all directions, and some even joined the crusader cavalry team, bypassing the shield wall and rushing towards Lothar.

Lothar was now free from the shackles of Muldrich's spell. As a dragonborn, he had high magic resistance. Coupled with the luck of the black dragon, which exempted him from some spell effects, Muldrich had been brewing a killing move for a long time. It was directly weakened into a binding spell.

But most of his power has been overdrawn to the holy gun, and there is really no good way to deal with these evil spirits right now.

"pass it to me."

Hannya's voice was very low, but it clearly reached Lothar's ears.

I saw her softly singing the ancient mantra: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust"

On the giant shield wall in front of Lothar, the black grimace suddenly froze, its upper and lower mouths slowly opened, and a road to hell was revealed in the black mouth.

The dark land, the dim spring water, the moss-covered stone bridge across the river
Ivan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

He couldn't see the tide of evil spirits. In his eyes, this shield wall was clearly going to send them into boundless purgatory.

"This is the road to hell!"

Baron Fulk's face was full of panic and regret: "The punishment for disobeying God's will has come. If we continue to move forward, we will fall into hell forever and never be redeemed. Listen to my Ivan, we It's time to withdraw."

On the top of his head, Semail, who was sitting on the dragon saddle, had a helpless smile on his face.

He murmured in a low voice: "Mudrigi—hey, I underestimated you."

The fire dragon hovered in mid-air, its eyes were full of ferocity, as a high-level dragon species, the overlord of the sky in Scandinavia, when did it suffer from such bullying?It swears that these cunning bugs must be burned to death.

Even if Schemael doesn't allow it, it must take revenge, otherwise why would it wash away its shame?

Seemingly feeling the fire dragon's strong desire for revenge, Schemaier patted the fire dragon's head lightly: "Your intention of revenge has long been seen."

The dragon responded with a growl.

Looking at the army of evil spirits coming in like a tide, Schemael sighed, "How could I leave you here alone? You are right, there is nothing better than this time opportunity for revenge."

He has a giant dragon, can attack from a high position, and has strong mobility. Even if he loses, he will have Mudrij on his back - there is no way that such a sinister guy who engages in necromancy can also dabble in space magic, right?

The risk has been minimized.

"Go down, man, prepare to use your breath to send all these Franks to purgatory!"

A terrifying magical aura lingered around Shamaier's body.

I saw a thunderbolt flashed by.

In the desert, the most rare thunder came one after another.

In the mouth of the fire dragon, extremely high temperature condensed, causing the surrounding air to be scorched and distorted.

The army of evil spirits surging from the ground, as soon as they approached, they were sucked into it by the door of hell controlled by Prajna.

But the thunder from the blue caused Lothar to raise his head immediately.

The body of the fire dragon is getting closer and closer.

Lothar, who also has the breath of the dragon, naturally cannot fail to recognize it. This is a sign that the fire dragon is about to breathe out-this kind of dragon species that is higher than the tyrannical dragon, once its breath is completely released, the crosses around him The army cavalry is afraid that they will be defeated in an instant.

But seeing the dragon getting closer, the Crusaders cavalry didn't feel much fear.

They all looked at Lothar in unison, and under the leadership of some religious knights, they shouted enthusiastically and excitedly: "The holy gun kills the devil!"

"God's will, show your divine power again!"

"Santa Lothar!"

People finally shouted the name.

Some knights of the order even declared convincingly: "The Almighty and Omniscient Father, the Creator of all things, visible and invisible, was born as a man to save the world, returned to heaven on the third day of suffering, and will return to the world in the future."

"The Marquis of Lothar is the new Holy Son!"