People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 58 Flames
In the darkness, the gate of the camp opened.

Even a group of desert bandits who come and go like the wind need a foothold in this desert to avoid the scorching light of the day and the coldness of the night.

So a remote camp with a hidden water source came into being.

It is surrounded by several mounds.

From the outside, there is nothing unusual here.

But if you climb to the top of the mound, you will find that there is something different here.

A wooden camp covering a wide area rose from the ground.

At this time, the robbers who stayed behind were watching in astonishment one by one when they set off, they were arrogant and threatened to bring back a whole carload of gold and silver companions.

They flocked into the gate with fear on their faces like bereaved dogs.

"What's the matter, my brother!"

"What about the others, why did you come back?"

"We are defeated, those terrible Frankish savages, who despicably used a terrible spell that uses blood as a medium, they are the embodiment of the devil!"

Someone was shocked and stammered, "We shouldn't provoke those devils. They obviously only have seven people, and they beat our warriors to flee like melons and vegetables."

"Holy fire, please burn away the curse on us."

As soon as someone rushed into the gate of the camp, he knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to the holy fire altar enshrined in the center of the camp.

Abud looked at this scene with a gloomy face, the anger and worry in his heart almost melted his whole body.

Aboud said with a serious expression: "Let everyone be prepared, Barto, you take people to prepare the sacrifices needed for the 'Great Sacrifice', I will hold the 'Holy Fire' Grand Sacrifice."

"Yes, my lord."

Barto, who had a hideous wound of flesh and blood on his cheek, led away with a gloomy expression.

This was the injury inflicted on him by a mean Frankish cavalryman with a helmet that resembled a bull's horn on his head.

Aboud said in a deep voice: "Order people to guard strictly tonight, only half of the people are allowed to sleep, and the rest are on standby for me at any time."

Someone wondered: "Boss, are we being too careful? It is impossible for them to find our camp. Even if they find it, they can't do anything in the middle of the night."

"That is, sir, we have all sworn to the holy fire that anyone who dares to disclose the location of the camp will be burned to ashes at once."

"Shut up, fools!"

"Do you know what I saw?"

A rare look of fear appeared on Abud's face.

They had never seen such strange emotions on their leader's face, and they all fell silent for a while.

Usually, the leader gave them the impression of being wise, smart, brave, and fearless.

Abud's hoarse voice sounded: "I saw the woman under the command of the Frankish lord, devouring the soul with the black shield in her hand!"

"The oath is only valid for the living. The dead are not under the jurisdiction of the holy fire."

He looked at the silent subordinates, with a bleak smile on his face: "Go get ready, if those Franks really find this place, they only need to surround this place, and we will be trapped here to death, no one Will go deep into the territory of the Franks to rescue our group of robbers!"

...

late at night.

In the darkness, armored soldiers were either nervous or excitedly waiting for their lord's order to attack.

Some silently held the cross and prayed devoutly.

The siege ladders and simple crash cars built by the carpenters accompanying the army have been arranged.

Someone said in a low voice: "My chain mail is already very torn. This time, the lord promised us to deal with the confiscation by ourselves. I must replace it with a new set."

"To shut up."

Mordel slammed on his helmet with a straight face: "No one is allowed to speak until the lord gives the order!"

The soldiers fell silent, they lay down quietly in the grass to rest, and the whole night's journey exhausted most of their physical strength and energy.

The reason why Lothar did not launch an attack immediately was out of such considerations.

At this time, Lothar was calculating the time.

The hussars had already taken off their feather decorations behind their armor, holding broadswords and one-handed hammers, and clustered around him.

This time he brought [-] armored soldiers, mobilized almost all the pack animals, and even borrowed pack horses and camels from several villages, almost in full force.

"It's almost time, order everyone to prepare for battle."

Lothar said.

In the darkness, he held a hand and a half sword tightly, and did not hold a shield that was in the way.

There is only Prajna next to him.

Fringilla's magic power has been exhausted, and she is recuperating in the rear.

This is for casting a spell called "mass night vision" which lasts for two hours.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Lothar's army to reach the vicinity of the camp quietly without lighting a torch.

The messy noises below soon alarmed the defenders in the camp. Through the light of the fire, they saw hideous faces wrapped in iron armor, and they were killing them with grinning smiles.

"It's the Franks!"

"By the holy fire, these devils have really come!"

Lothar took the lead and rushed to the forefront.

He is not far from level 4, and if he kills more than a dozen people, he should be able to successfully upgrade.

Although as a lord, personal attributes are not the priority to be improved, but throughout the ages, countless kings and leaders have been assassinated.

Moreover, as a crusader nobleman, it is common for him to personally lead troops to charge, and there will always be times when Prajna cannot protect him.

He knocked down a robber with a single sword, and felt that there were countless robbers running out of the barracks in the darkness, and their reaction speed was too fast.

It was as if they had been expected for a long time.

Fortunately, bows and arrows are already very difficult to play a role in this kind of chaotic battle.

The darkness is the best cover for the armored soldiers who have the "blessing of the heavenly father". They wantonly slashed and killed enemies who could not see clearly, and some even uttered a few words in Arabic in a confusing manner.

The car crashed open the wooden city gate, and the armored soldiers roared and rushed in.

At this moment, a cluster of flames sprang up rapidly in the darkness, rising tens of meters high.

The entire camp was illuminated like daylight.

Aboud, the bandit leader, knelt devoutly in front of the flames and kept throwing silver, gold, silk, and various spices into it.

The flames grew higher and higher.

Immediately, it turned into a giant fire snake.

In Abud's sharp eyes, the cold vertical pupils precisely locked on Lothar on the city wall, and the two looked at each other, and the next moment, the fire snake flew towards him at a high speed.

Before getting close, Lothar felt a burning pain from the scorching heat.

For a moment, he didn't know which way to run away.

Because this fire snake clearly has its own tracking function.

The terrified armored soldiers looked at this scene at a loss, and murmured: "My God, this is the evil witchcraft of the heathen!"

"This is the holy fire that the heathen believe in!"

A silent figure stood in front of Lothar, with flying black hair fluttering in the wind.

Lothar's frightened mood quickly calmed down.

Obviously looks much thinner than him, but at this moment, Prajna, in Lothar's heart, is as tall as the city wall of Theodosius.

I saw the black shield in her hand spinning rapidly.

Reluctantly, the ghost face relief spewed out a large amount of black mist, lingering in front of the shield, and expanding the black shield less than two meters long.

boom--

The fiery serpent crashed upon it.

The ghost face relief let out a sharp roar.

Large pieces of black mist collapsed.

The splashing sparks splashed onto the wooden wall of the camp, and a raging fire suddenly ignited.

Lothar clearly saw a few sparks falling on Hannya's arm, burning up the sleeves in an instant, and creating large folds on the smooth skin.

"Damn!"

...

"Damn!"

Two curses sounded almost at the same time.

Abud never imagined that the killing blow he had obtained through the Holy Fire Festival would be blocked by this evil witch who used witchcraft.

The depression in my heart can't help but emerge.

"By the holy fire, is your might not as great as the pagans who stole the Holy Land after all?"

boom--

The sharp hand and half sword slashed high.

Abud subconsciously took a step forward, the blade only scratched his back, and then fell to the side by the upper armor.

"Aboud, I gave you a chance, but you gave up."

The anger on Aboud's face was mixed with fear: "The people of Zoroastrianism will not submit to you butchers from Frank!"

Lothar was not in the mood to argue with him. Throughout the ages, winners and losers, that's all.

bang bang bang-

Vigorous heartbeat, like a drumbeat.

Under Lothar's barrel helmet, his breathing became extremely heavy, and the attributes brought by the blood waterfall soared, causing him to slash a sword like lightning the next moment.

Abd's eyes widened.

The eagle eye allowed him to see the opponent's movements clearly, but his body couldn't react at all. In just an instant, his head was chopped off by the sharp hand and half sword.

Lothar didn't even give the head a chance to fall to the ground, so he grabbed it, held it up high, and roared full of energy: "Aboud is dead, stop resisting, don't kill!"

(End of this chapter)