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Chapter 559 Continue to March

"It's unimaginable."

Ned Stark, a knight from Northern Europe, reached out to take the crystal white frost that fell on his palm. He couldn't help shouting: "It's the Wild Hunt from 'The Witcher', going out." The time must be accompanied by hoarfrost and death, they are symbols of disaster!"

"Damn it, are all the monsters described in that storybook real?"

"I pray that Heavenly Father will look down and see what this world has become. Even the dead can appear on the battlefield majestically."

For a moment, the Crusaders who had been patrolling stopped again, and all turned their attention to Lothar, waiting for his order. They would obey Lothar's will, but that didn't mean they didn't have their own judgment.

Most of the soldiers did not associate Lothar with the Wild Hunt, the army of the dead, until the Wild Hunters had no intention of harming the Crusaders and rushed straight into the undead army summoned by the enemy's spellcasters.

The frost covered the bodies of the undead armies, making their already sluggish figures become even slower.

One after another, the Wild Hunt knights wielded the serrated swords filled with cold air in their hands, and rushed into the black mist entrenched by the undead army like chopping melons and vegetables.

But the number of these armies of the dead seems to be endless, and they are constantly coming out of the black mist, using rusty weapons and dismantled bones, leaving only the minions of white bones, fighting back without fear.

The Crusaders, who had not seen Lothar's order issued for a long time, began to talk about it.

When Lothar heard the discussion, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop, but he didn't speak to give a verdict on the Wild Hunt army that appeared out of thin air. Maybe someone guessed that it was related to him. But smart people don’t announce it to the public.

"No, no, no, it should be Wharton, the god of death, or Freya, the goddess. They are both in charge of war and death, and are responsible for capturing those souls stranded in the world."

"If you continue to talk about these pagan myths, you are an offense against God!"

The cold and swift sword edge cut off his neck.

This poor spellcaster, because he devoted all his energy and financial resources to the study of necromancy, did not purchase any powerful protective items at all. Faced with Cherinina's assassination, he died as easily as he could destroy the dead. To the extreme.

Lothar took out a series of pocket watches from a previous lottery. The hands on it showed that it had been almost five minutes since Cherinina disappeared from her side.

The black mist enveloping the undead army dispersed and disappeared in an instant.

Following Prajna's snap of his fingers, the Wild Hunt army turned into black ink dots and seeped into the ground.

"That's right, don't forget, we are the Crusaders blessed by God, the most elite warriors under Saint Rosa!"

however.

"shut up!"

As Alam dies.

He is a spellcaster who specializes in death spells, and what lingers on these Wild Hunt Knights is clearly the purest aura of death. This makes him, who was originally thinking about escaping, waver for a moment.

"How come these things have such a pure aura of death? Could it be that after they killed Mudriji, they took out the divine power of the evil god from him?"

"Perhaps it is Odin's messenger. In my hometown, Odin will send out the Wild Hunting Army to hunt down those supernatural creatures, dragons, and evil spirits. Sometimes He will even drive a wheelless chariot and personally lead the Wild Hunting Army to hunt. "

Moreover, the vast majority of the knights and cavalry present are professional troops who have transferred their profession through the system and whose loyalty is completely guaranteed. Even if they have not undergone the transfer, with their usual trust in Lothar, even if they know that it is Lothar. Sa summoned this army of dead people, and he would never have any special thoughts because of it.

In a daze, Alam only saw a tall, gray-haired woman who used two swords as weapons. She was stepping on his body. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that the target this time is a poor man. There is no need to kill him." Madame Jeanne takes action.”

Alam was a little moved.

"It should be over."

His thoughts quickly settled.

He didn't plan to fight with Lothar, but thought about whether he could negotiate a deal with Lothar.

"Soldiers, the war among the dead ends here. Next, it is our turn."

The Duke, who was riding on horseback, brandished the newly made lance in his hand: "Scatter them completely!"

"For the Father!" "For Saint Rosa!"

“For Jerusalem!”

The Crusaders suppressed their doubts, and following Lothar's order, they once again charged towards the defeated Saracen armies.

They encountered almost no large-scale obstruction, the enemy's morale had completely collapsed, and their defeat was already doomed when the Crusader cavalry appeared on their flanks without warning.

After half an hour.

There were only corpses and prisoners squatting on the ground, discarding their armor.

"This is the cruelty of war."

Lavinia's eyes glanced over the corpses of those who died tragically. The Crusaders did not even have time to collect the spoils of war. They simply collected the corpses of their fallen comrades and then planned to continue marching directly to the city of Semenud.

A few flies were scattered on the faces with pain and fear remaining, and vultures that were almost not afraid of people were pecking at the cloudy eyeballs of the deceased.

In less than half a day, these corpses will swell, rot, emit a foul smell, and hatch into disgusting maggots.

She couldn't help biting her lip.

I don't know if the weakening of the enemy just now is appropriate.

Fortunately, the main force in this battle was Lothar's own army, and he carried out his orders thoroughly.

As long as you lay down your weapons, you won't be massacred.

But Richard's attitude towards the Saracens was completely opposite to Lothar's. He didn't think there was any possibility of saving these Saracen soldiers at all, and his tone was aggressive: "If you don't kill them, do you still want to stay?" Will the next cavalry guard them?"

Lothar said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Of course not, Your Majesty, I will let them leave and arrive at Semanud City before them."

"It would be better to execute them all than to let them go like this. Anyway, these pagans and Copts are like crops in the field. If you cut off one crop, another crop will grow. Only in this way can we deter those who resist. Tell. As long as they resist the Crusaders and resist the embrace of Christ, they will only die when the city is broken!"

Lothar's expression was not moved at all: "Your Majesty, God's chosen people love you and those who do injustice fear you. This is a king worthy of respect."

"Do I need you, a border count, to teach me how to be a king?"

Lothar's tone was slightly cold: "Then let's be honest, I have more people and more power, so you have to listen to me."

Richard couldn't help but curse.

"You couldn't have said that earlier, there's no need to show off like this!"

"Your Majesty, I understand Gaulish."

Richard snorted: "But you certainly don't understand the Norman country slang."

Lothar smiled and shook his head: "We will attack Semanud City next. Your Majesty, I am very grateful for your contribution to this battle, and I am willing to give your army the power to distribute the spoils, but please stop here. "

"Losa, are you ordering me?"

"No, this is just a suggestion, because your army's military strength is limited and its appetite is too big. Historically, such people either starved to death because they couldn't get food, or they got it but their belly was burst."

Richard looked at Lothar seriously for a long time, and then replied with a sneer: "Go, Lothar, go and grab the reward that this lord with a sense of smell as sensitive as a vulture deserves. I will not follow you like a hungry dog." Competing for food.”

"Many thanks."

Lothar smiled and made a cross on his chest: "Your Majesty, may Heavenly Father bless you."

(End of this chapter)