People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 480 Getting closer to death

"Mr. Coors, my lord has been attacked, has he not?"

Hans came in a hurry, with a hint of "Why didn't you inform me" in his voice? You must know that although his combat power is not as good as Veneto, it is still five-star, and the difference is actually not that big.

Veneto can play, proving that he should be fine.

"You have a more important task. Stay here and stabilize the morale of the army. The whole castle is already like a kettle on the stove. The supplies stored here must not be lost."

In addition to Lothar's personal guards, Fort Freimai was garrisoned by many non-combatants, including secretaries and scribes who counted food supplies, civilian husbands who transported baggage, and monks who were non-combatants.

How could these people remain calm when they saw something strange on the tower?

Moreover, even a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles is now eager to know what happened.

As soon as many people saw Coors, they immediately swarmed towards him and asked in all directions: "Mr. Coors, what was that just now? The Marquis used the Holy Spear, right?"

"Who attacked the Marquis? What should we do? Lord Coors, please give us an idea!"

"As the Marquis's Imperial Guards, we can't just stand here and wait."

Coors didn't say anything, just patted Hans on the shoulder, and drifted away when people were about to surround him.

A helpless smile appeared on Hans's face. Why do I always do this?

"Don't panic, everyone. The pagan demons did attack the Marquis because they were afraid. They were afraid that the Marquis would cross the river and take their lives. Do you think that the Marquis would fall in front of a shabby assassination? ?”

"Now, everyone should perform their duties immediately and return to your posts!"

His tone was firm, but he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

The enemy this time must be no small matter.

Otherwise, Miss Jeanne, Miss Prajna, Miss Cellinina and Veneto would not all go out together. Even a powerful spellcaster like Anna who has only half a foot in the legend would not have such a show.

...

"I have no clue and I can't detect any strange smell."

"This castle only has so much space, including cellars and secret rooms. We have already looked for all the places we should look for."

"Where will it be?"

At this moment, Kors was carrying Fringilla on his back, turning into ghostly shadows, constantly jumping in the shadows of the castle.

He did not answer Fringilla's soliloquy. In terms of attainments in blood magic, he, the "Blood Shadow Demon", could never compare to Fringilla, a blood royal princess with an orthodox inheritance.

He didn't want his answer to mislead Fringilla's own thinking.

"This is obviously not in line with common sense. Under normal circumstances, the magic power contained in the blood demon source is definitely not much less. To maintain a barrier that isolates the inside and outside, the consumption is even more shocking."

At the very least, the "magic source" she had accumulated during this period was completely insufficient to support her in performing such intense blood magic.

"But if it is a magic source with extremely abundant magic power, it is impossible for me to detect the magic power of blood without any clues. Even if it is a secret magic source that my father has reserved, it cannot be hidden from my perception."

"So, the problem should be that the indigenous vampires in this world are different from our vampires in the Blood Court."

"Kors, let me down. If we don't understand this, even if the source of the devil is right in front of us, we won't be able to find it."

Kors stopped and looked at Fringilla calmly, neither urging nor encouraging. He knew very well that the young lady was more anxious than anyone else right now, and urging was meaningless.

Fringilla solemnly muttered to herself: "What is the biggest difference between us and the indigenous vampires? It is that we are alive, and they are like living corpses resurrected from the dead - this must have interfered with our Perception.”

"so."

"I have to call on the power of death." She raised her head suddenly, and the black luster spread quickly in her bloody pupils: "Coors, no matter what order I give, you must complete it unconditionally - I promise , there will be danger, but it will never be as big as you think."

Kors looked gloomy and whispered: "Have you thought about it clearly? Even if we can't find the source of the devil, with Ms. Jeanne, Ms. Prajna, and Ms. Cellinina here, there is a high probability that you can still get through the difficulty. "

Fringilla nodded heavily: "Of course, Kors, it's not just for adults - I also need the magic source of this indigenous vampire!"

"Coors, cast the corpse control spell on me!"

Kors's lips trembled, and after a moment, he responded in a low voice: "As you wish, miss."

...

Under the bloody dome.

Raindrops hit the huge black shield propped up above Lothar's head.

The ghost-faced shield showed a helpless expression. It had long known that it would be bad if Prajna called it out. After all, the shield would be beaten in most cases.

Moreover, it can withstand this level of attack.

The hard part is the latter part.

Even Ghost Face Shield knew that these bloody raindrops were just a prelude to the enemy's subsequent violent attack.

The smell of blood in the air has become stronger and stronger. Every time I take a breath, I feel dizzy and want to faint.

The hair of Veneto, a giant werewolf, was tied into strands by blood and water. In his beast-like golden eyes, the anger that had been suppressed over and over again finally burst out.

Just hearing a long wolf howl, its werewolf body, which was originally more burly than Hans's werewolf form, actually expanded again.

Immediately afterwards, this extremely burly werewolf chose the method that best suited his fighting style and jumped into the bloody dome that looked like the organs of some giant creature.

"Sure enough, we still can't expect people like grandpa to calm down and think about problems."

Chelinina sighed helplessly, and the blood drops would be blown away by the wind before they touched her.

She is not worried that Veneto's life will be in danger. As a berserker, Veneto is like the unbeatable Bronze Five. The closer he is to death, the stronger his fighting power and the harder it will be to die. This fully explains what it means to be alive. The closer you are to death, the further away you can be from death.

at this time.

The blood has soaked into the feet.

The heavy iron boots stepped on the blood, and Lothar felt that every time he lifted his feet, there was a sticky feeling, as if he was being stuck to the ground.

At this time.

A bloody hand stretched out from under the water, but before it touched Lothar's ankle, it was trampled off by Prajna's kick.

The splashing blood droplets hung in the air and quickly turned into a blood shadow as terrifying as an evil ghost. It fell on all fours and looked like a skinned vicious dog. It roared and rushed toward Lothar.

The flames rose, and the golden holy light enveloped the cross sword, splitting the blood shadow with one strike.

Lothar is no longer what he used to be. The previous holy spear did not put too serious a load on him. He still has enough mental strength now, and he can use another holy spear to exert this kind of consumption. Weak ordinary holy flames are naturally not a problem either.

Lothar looked back at Jeanne and saw that she shook her head, so she stopped thinking about fighting back.

In terms of combat intuition, his little combat experience was completely inadequate compared to Jeanne, a veteran "witcher", so he chose to completely trust Jeanne's instructions.

At this time, more and more bloody monsters began to appear.

(End of this chapter)