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Chapter 557 Headless Horseman

Arrows rained down like rain, but the chariot barrier remained impenetrable.

The piled corpses were used as fortresses by the Crusaders, rising higher and higher to block arrows and slow down the enemy's armored cavalry when they charged.

"My lord, we can't delay this any longer."

But Maier admonished: "Too many of our people have died, and our morale is fluctuating."

At this moment, even the Mamluk guards who were feeding their mounts and taking a rest couldn't help but reveal their emotions when they looked at the figure wearing a fiery red cloak and holding a weapon that could split a person with armor in the middle. There was a hint of fear.

This is simply not human!

That red figure could even use its weapon to knock away the arrows when faced with a double-team. For the Mamluks who had undergone strict special training since childhood, they knew the difficulty all too well.

"Among the enemy, the number of cavalry wearing red smocks is small, but they seem to be unaware of fatigue. If this continues, most of our soldiers will be killed or injured before the enemy's physical strength is exhausted."

Although the Saracen infantry is an auxiliary force, mostly composed of Copts, it consumes too much, which is also a very bad thing at such a critical moment.

But Governor Mahli was still unwilling to dispatch his elite guards.

The enemy has already shown his strong strength. If his own imperial guards charge forward, even if he can win the battle, the losses will be far beyond his expectations. Compared with a warrior, he is more like a businessman who spends every penny.

Commands are passed down layer by layer.

There was silence.

This is his favorite target. Those elite knights from Europe, whose bones are filled with bravery, madness, fearlessness, and violence, have always been his favorite casting materials.

But there was also a trace of solemnity on his face.

However, the current enemy is only a crusade of thousands of people.

Headless cavalry, wearing broken armor, riding bone-white mounts, with their own heads hanging on their saddles, rushed out of the black mist waving sharp blades made of white bones.

With a bang, he hit the human bone staff on the ground.

Therefore, he quickly made a decision: "Send someone to ask Master Alam to take action."

In people's surprised eyes.

It's absolutely terrifying!

Those armors were all in place, and the Mamluk heavy cavalry, who were originally very hot, felt that the sweat on their bodies had solidified for a while, and the cold air couldn't help but penetrate the armor and penetrate into the bone marrow: "Holy fire, what kind of monster is this?"

The two are just an alliance of interests. In fact, if the goal was to deal with the Frank lord who killed a near-legendary spellcaster and a Karelian magic dragon, he would have turned around and ran away by now.

The black smoke rapidly expanded from the center of his circle to all directions.

Although he addressed himself as "Sir," this spellcaster showed no respect for Governor Mahli in his eyes.

This is why he has no intention of looking for Saladin, who can bring him more benefits and recruit spellcasters in Damascus.

But Maier's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear: "Sir, if you use this kind of spellcaster to blaspheme the dead, aren't you afraid that the holy fire will punish you?"

Based on the dirty things he had done, if the holy fire really had spirit, it would have burned him to death ten thousand times.

Hearing this name, Maier's face showed a trace of panic. He opened his mouth and said: "Your Majesty, the master's method."

Mahri shook his head, his eyes full of determination: "No need to say anything, I have made up my mind."

The black-robed spellcaster sitting on the carriage had a meaningful smile on his old face, which was as wrinkled as a dead tree: "As you wish, my lord."

Black mist rolled in, covering the entire open space in front of the battle formation in the blink of an eye.

Governor Mahli is certainly not afraid.

Although Mahri is not afraid of the holy fire convicting him, he is worried that it will offend the Zoroastrian imams.

Although the Zoroastrian Church was considered an unforgivable paganism by the Franks, it was actually considered a fairly enlightened orthodox church in this era. Compared with the barbaric beliefs that still existed widely in the prairie and Northern Europe, it was simply civilized. The glory.

Not to mention driving an army of the dead, even simply desecrating a corpse is very taboo.

After all, Zoroastrianism emphasizes cremation, returning the soul to hell, or flying to heaven.

This kind of spell even deprives people of the right to die completely. Even if the local Zoroastrian Church can turn a blind eye to this, ordinary believers will definitely become resistant to him because of this.

In short, this is something that is likely to shake his prestige.

"Come, Mair, these are the corpses of infidels, they are atonement for their sins."

"That red-robed knight must be a big shot among the Franks, otherwise he wouldn't be so difficult to deal with. As long as I kill him, Governor Adil and even King Saladin will forgive my small blasphemy."

Governor Mahri seemed to be explaining to Comer, but also seemed to be comforting himself.

As long as he gets the approval of these two people, the hostility of some ordinary believers is nothing to him. Furthermore, he who can drive the dead and make the enemy unable to sleep peacefully will not be so much hostile as It is said that the probability of being feared, awed, and obeyed by people is higher!

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On the other side, Richard, who was always calm, also showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"The Headless Horseman...the enemy can actually control this kind of undead?"

Witches that dispersed like smoke appeared behind Richard. As the personal witch assigned by Richard's queen to guard him, although her strength was far inferior to that of Anna, a powerful spellcaster with half a foot in the legend, she was still It is definitely beyond the reach of mage apprentices like Nysaya.

"Martha, can you handle these headless horsemen?"

Martha's eyes were full of solemnity, but her tone was very determined: "Yes, their existence is between virtuality and reality, rather than a completely illusory existence, which means that ordinary weapons can also hurt them. Of course, It would be better if there was magic-blocking gold. But Your Majesty, I have to remind you that these headless horsemen are just puppets, and there must be a controller behind the scenes whose spellcasting skills are most likely higher than mine." "It doesn't matter, I'm here. "

The smile on Richard's face was full of confidence. He pulled out the sword in the stone that had never been taken out of its sheath before. The symbolic significance of this sword was greater than its practicality. At the very least, it was not much stronger than ordinary swords in terms of sturdiness. .

According to legend, King Arthur once broke it in a battle.

In the previous battle, he used the Sword of Victory, which was the Sword of the King given to him by Her Majesty the Queen. It was also the Sword of the Lady of the Lake that King Arthur obtained after breaking the Sword in the Stone. It is also known as the Sword of the Lady of the Lake because it cuts iron like clay. Make a broken steel sword.

In comparison, the Sword in the Stone, a sword filled with magical secrets and runes, is more suitable for dealing with these gloomy and filthy things.

"It's a pity that you didn't get the scabbard of the Sword in the Stone, otherwise you would have gained the magic power of immortality."

Martha glanced at Richard calmly, with suppressed admiration hidden deep in her eyes.

Even from a wizard's point of view, Richard was one of the best among secular men. Unfortunately, this was her teacher's man, and she would never dare to snatch him away.

"Oh, how can everything in this world go as I want?"

Richard ran his fingers over the inscription on the sword in the stone, which was written in ancient Celtic words - whoever pulls out this sword will be the king of the whole realm.

"Jiang Guards, come with me to fight!"

He raised his sword and shouted, roaring like a lion, reawakening the Crusaders who were immersed in fear: "They are just a group of rotting dead men. Under the light of God and led by your king, It will turn into ashes!"

However, just when Richard was preparing for a big battle, the Saracens on the opposite side suddenly started to make a commotion.

I saw a group of cavalry covered in iron armor and face-shielding helmets, with no gaps in their bodies exposed. They lined up in neat rows and charged towards the Saracens' flank like a torrent that flattened everything.

Wearing a golden mask and helmet, followed by the flag-bearing retinue holding the "double-headed eagle flag", the knight riding a giant one-horned horse that looked like it came from hell, led the way and rushed to the front of the team.

"That person is."

"Marquis Lothar."

Richard frowned.

"I have to admit, I'm starting to hate this guy."

Although he is a competitor and he also despises Lothar's background, he has to admit that he has a crush on Lothar, an Eastern lord who is very similar to him and often fights on the front line. He has great achievements and is famous far and wide. Have a good impression.

Just like his relationship with King Philip, they used to sleep next to each other and their relationship was extremely close, but that didn't stop them from now being competitors for hegemony in Western Europe and seeing each other as enemies.

Earl Fuller wiped the blood on his hands and whispered: "But Your Majesty, I have to say that the arrival of Marquis Lothar made me relieved."

In Europe, they had also faced threats from spellcasters, but they never had to deal with an army of dead people.

Even if they could win, it would only be a miserable victory.

At that time, the difficulty of raising a team in the Holy Land will be increased several times.

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Veneto was excited.

The bloodthirsty wolf needs to see blood to truly feel the joy of fighting.

The sparring session with Hans can only be described as barely quenching my thirst.

In Hans's hand was the mounted spear that could increase the defense power of all cavalry by 20%. Coupled with Jeanne's "Flower of Knights" talent, the combat effectiveness of Lothar's cavalry had reached a peak. In this world, the pinnacle of the secular army.

Even those armies injected with extraordinary potions would never be able to withstand such a terrifying impact if they were not large enough.

And what Lothar is holding is the plain and simple Duke's new gun - even if it only has the usable characteristic of being indestructible, in Lothar's hands, it is still a big killer.

Lothar obviously also saw those headless horsemen on the battlefield that were emitting green light. The death energy on their bodies formed a thin line. The end points of the thin lines converged, and they were obviously their controllers.

"Nina, if you find the enemy's spell caster, you can wait for the opportunity, but don't be brave. Jeanna's holy spear has a very obvious restraint effect on this kind of death power. If the enemy's strength is at the level of a spell caster like Mudriji, , just give Jeanne a good direction."

Mudriji was the spellcaster who previously commanded the undead army under Saladin's command. Lothar only found out his name after the fact.

A gust of wind whistled past Lothar's ears.

Cherinina's voice sounded: "I understand, my lord."

Lavinia looked at this heart-stirring medieval battle scene with amazement written on her face. It was her first time to see a battle in person. Her wolf blood meant that she would not be afraid of it, and she was even eager to try it. impulse.

It's just that she doesn't like to use extraordinary power to deal with ordinary people after all, which makes her feel like killing the weak.

But she won't fail to do her part.

After all, the guardian's talent has increased her mental power by 100%. With such a powerful increase, it would be a big loss if she did nothing.

"The law is weak."

A large-scale weakening law fell on every enemy present. Perhaps the impact on each person was not too great, but compared to the increase suffered by one's own side, the difference between the inside and the outside was a world of difference.

(End of this chapter)