People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 565 Wolf Fight

The battering ram summoned by Prajna has a metal dragon head decorated with double horns.

Every time it hits a solid city gate, it can leave clear marks on the two wooden gates, so that the iron gate stuck in the gap of the door is revealed in Veneto during the collision. in front of my eyes.

It won't be long before it is breached!

There were arrows above his head and falling rocks hitting the ceiling, making a crackling sound like rain hitting banana trees.

But when they got under the city gate, it became a blind spot for shooting in most places, and the firepower was much weaker than at the beginning.

Veneto's eyes flashed with anticipation.

He was looking forward to having a battle with the aura that made him feel dangerous after the gate was opened. He must get ahead of Hans. He didn't like to join forces with others to fight against the enemy, even if it was an adult's order.

In fact, he didn't like Lothar, the lord, very much.

Too cautious!

Accompanied by a loud bang.

He looked up and saw that there was nothing above, but he jumped up confidently, wearing a heavy armor, and forcefully broke the wooden board above his head, and appeared inside the tower.

With that said, they swarmed towards Veneto.

"Commander Hebland, I leave this to you!"

"Of course, kill the enemy!"

The middle-aged knight who was called out immediately responded: "Leave it to me, but Veneto, what are you going to do?"

A somewhat ferocious smile appeared on Veneto's face, like a glutton who had not eaten for a long time and finally had a sumptuous meal in front of him. In Hebland's opinion, this smile was somewhat perverted.

Veneto swung his ax and cut the rope hanging the mallet with a bang. The knights worked together to lift it.

In this era, most castles and cities had two gates, and structures such as large castles within small castles or urn cities were not uncommon, so they were not disappointed by this.

But what appeared in front of everyone immediately was that at the end of the cramped space under the city tower, there was another city gate standing there. It was thinner than the first city gate, but it was by no means the soldiers holding weapons and bodies. Can be knocked open.

The city gate was knocked open.

"I want to eat the first piece of meat from him!"

"We've got to take it apart, guys, lift this battering ram!"

He was once the grand master of the Teutonic Knights. After giving the "zen position" to Lothar, he served as the commander of the knights. He can be regarded as a "veteran" who has experienced hundreds of battles. At least he is better than Veneto. He is better at commanding and is Lothar's appointed deputy.

The soldiers guarding the city were also deformed. The first thing they saw when they saw Veneto was not fear, but bloodthirsty expressions on their faces: "Kill this guy!"

Faced with the encirclement of this group of enemies, Veneto reached out and unbuttoned several buttons of his heavy chain mail shirt, but without any movement, the heavy armor was naturally removed.

the knights shouted.

"What a strong man, the meat on his body must be delicious!"

He originally planned to participate, but his eyes looked up unconsciously - he could sense that the dangerous aura was quickly approaching him.

This wooden plank can obviously be moved. There are soldiers guarding the city on it, holding torches and oil cans, intending to throw them into the city gate hole-it is conceivable that if a fire is lit in that cramped and small place, , how many people will die.

"The siege truck can't be pushed in. It's too small here."

No matter how strong the armor is, it cannot withstand the burning fire.

All the soldiers laughed.

"This guy is stupid."

"Did he want to take off his clothes so that we wouldn't get hit in the teeth when we chewed on him?"

Veneto ignored them. In fact, he couldn't understand Coptic at all. He saw his body expand rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a hunched-backed man in the narrow gate tower. A giant werewolf that can't reach the ceiling and has a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

Opposite, the soldiers with werewolf features and short black hair on their faces couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

fear.

Surprised.

Shocked.

There was even a hint of shame, as if a pirated product had encountered a genuine product. He was still proudly showing off his expensive leather bag, but then he felt ashamed in front of the genuine product that the other party took out.

Compared with these defective products, Veneto is like the emperor among werewolves!

When Veneto fought all the way to the third floor of the tower, he had turned into a giant bloody wolf. There were even organs and pieces of flesh from some tragically killed enemies hanging on his body, and his eyes were even scarlet.

at this time.

A huge figure that was no worse than him suddenly knocked Veneto over.

The room was filled with smoke and dust. Veneto's amber eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that it was also a werewolf. It was covered with wet hair and looked very dirty. It had disgusting black coarse hair, and its claws stretched out to be half a meter long. Werewolf.

Compared with the Two Sicilian wolves, the aura on the other side is undoubtedly more evil and ten times weirder.

Even Veneto has to admit that compared to this guy, the vast majority of the wolves are actually pretty good-looking and cannot even be compared to "dark monsters".

"Are you a werewolf too?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Jabri's expression: "I didn't feel the breath of the curse on you. How did you become a werewolf?"

This was the first time he met "the same kind". Although this kind of person looked very different from himself, the remaining reason in his head still wanted to figure out the secret of Veneto.

Veneto grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth: "If you want to know, fight me first. If you are not torn apart by me, I will tell you everything you want to know."

A hint of human sarcasm appeared on Jabri's face: "Stupid!"

Although he was tortured by the curse, Jabri also knew very well what kind of powerful power this powerful curse gave him. In his opinion, although Veneto's aura was strong, it was worse than his own. Far.

"You will regret not telling me everything you know."

Galio is an ordinary militiaman - to be precise, he is just a port stevedore who was forced out by community leaders and responded to the call. He has never been exposed to spears and shields before, and has not received any military training.

This kind of background made him wary of all God-given good luck. Therefore, he did not drink the "magic potion" distributed by the soldiers in the city defense army who only knew how to show off their power, drink alcohol and prostitutes.

That's a magic potion!

In most categories, there are rare items that are more valuable than gold.

How could such valuable things be distributed to "cannon fodder" like them?

So he witnessed with his own eyes this series of horrific scenes that happened at the top of the city, which he couldn't believe.

Everyone regained their courage, their fierce eyes were filled with bloodlust, and the yellow fangs were clearly visible in their mouths that were shouting loudly.

The usually cowardly companion also became fierce, howling at the moon, his eyes green, like a vicious wolf.

They are crazy!

Just crazy!

Galio clutched the so-called "magic potion" tightly, and the fear in his heart made him want to immediately throw this damn bottle of "magic potion" thousands of miles away, because he could not be sure who the companion who drank this thing would be. Can we still be called human beings?

The black coarse hair grows wildly, and the body can still heal quickly after being pierced by arrows.

Some people's mandibles were elongated and became as terrifying as wolves, while others had one arm deformed, covered with black hair, and the arms were thickened with black, razor-like nails.

If you piece together the deformities of these people, they look like legendary werewolves!

Fortunately.

His companions did not seem to notice that he had not drank the magic potion.

That's why he was able to hide among the ruins of the collapsed tower, trembling and waiting for the opportunity.

It was obvious that he wanted to desert.

"Fuck the Franks, screw the honor, screw the holy fire. Only those who can fill their stomachs every day and have no worries about food and drink are qualified to talk about honor. I just want to survive."

"If I had known earlier, I should have fled the city with the money I had saved as soon as the war broke out."

"Damn it, for people like us, no matter what the news is, we are always the last to know it. We can't get ahead of anything!"

After much hesitation, he put the potion into his pocket. In any case, taking this weird potion would make him stronger - if he used it in the right place, he might be able to save his life.

He bent down and tried to dig a passage out of the rubble.

The tower is connected to the inside of the city wall. If you are lucky, you can get directly into the city.

But just when he was about to dig out the buried passage, he keenly heard the cry of killing coming from inside the city wall below the ruins.

"The enemy has already invaded?"

Galio's body trembled.

He wanted to escape, but he had no idea where he could escape.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes that several "smart people" like himself who did not drink the magic potion had their necks broken by their former companions, and most of their flesh and blood were eaten away in one bite.

And those crusaders who were said to be murderous and like demons would naturally not let a humble pagan like him go.

"Holy fire, God Amun, God Ra, God Osiris, Heavenly Father, no matter who you are, I only ask that you can give me, a humble person, a way to live. In the future, I will definitely become your most loyal servant."

After he prayed, he huddled in a corner of the ruins as if resigned to his fate.

No matter who wins, he hopes this nightmare will end soon.

He just wants to save some money, buy a piece of land, marry a less ugly wife, and then live as diligently and dutifully as his father did. Isn't this a luxury?

(End of this chapter)