People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 594 Boundary
Grand Duchy of Novgorod, Karelia, Dragon's Nest.

Lothar stood on the edge of a cliff, with the bottomless abyss under his feet. The wind was blowing and snowing, and the biting wind blew on his body, but he didn't feel much. He could feel that his sense of taste, smell, and perception were all tending to be similar to that of the ghost dragon when he was alive.

If this continues, the ghost dragon might really be able to take over his body, and it is possible that he will be resurrected from the dead.

The girl was carrying a basket woven with vines, which was filled with fluorescent plants. They should be a kind of fungus that grows on the breath of the dragon.

She is no longer an ordinary person. There is a faint aura of dragon in her body, just like the dragon warrior Torle who was sent by Shemaier to fight, but much weaker.

Losa guessed that when the ghost dragon's consciousness was dominant, it used the dragon blood it obtained to improve her life level. It was most likely that it captured this woman back not to use her as a reserve food, but to "use" her.

Looking at the abyss below her feet, she felt dizzy and quickly looked away.

"You're sure you can fly, right?"

she asked timidly.

"Don't worry, Miss Rogneda."

Lothar smiled and nodded, his body covered with black scales and a pair of broad fleshy wings extending from his back.

This image frightened Miss Rogneda. She took a step back, wondering: "Are you a dragon, or Lothar?"

"Lothar, of course."

Lothar asked again: "Are you ready?"

"Wait, wait a minute."

Before she could finish her words, Losa had already stepped into empty space.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her scream.

Are your wings just for decoration?

Fly, fly!

Losa did not move, his golden eyes sparkled in the wind and snow, and they were descending faster and faster.

Until the two people could no longer be seen from above.

He suddenly spread his wings
When Rogneda opened her eyes again, they were already gliding in the sky.

The girl hugged Losa's neck, and the biting cold wind made her sniff hard.

They flew over the ruins of a town where only dead branches and broken walls remained. "There are people there. Are they from your family?"

Rogneda shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe it's the serfs from the farm below. They came to the ruins to look for some useful things like iron tools. Don't throw me down. I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I will go to Constantinople with you. You will also need me as a guide."

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed the way: "From the Neva River, go upstream to Lake Ladoga, then take a boat south, walk a short distance in the Principality of Tver, then go to the Dnieper River and take the amber merchant's ship all the way south to the Black Sea."

"But be careful of the amber merchants. They are both merchants and robbers. It is common for them to capture slaves or plunder the wealth of some villages along the way as merchandise."

Losa was still preparing to head south.

If this is the world made up of Guilong's memories before his death, there must be an "end of the world", which may be an impenetrable wall of air, or it may be endless nothingness.

He planned to go and have a look.

See what the consequences would be if he went beyond the limits of the world that could be created in Guilong’s memory.

If he could really get to Constantinople, he also planned to ask Anna for help.

If there was Anna in this world.

Lothar smiled and replied, "They should be the ones who should be careful."

reality.

Central Nile Delta.

A small group of Crusaders were driving carriages, camels, and riding on various pack animals, loaded with boxes of jewels, exquisite fabrics, large gold and silver utensils, candlesticks, and tableware.

Many of these properties were stained with blood.

They raided a Saracen village by surprise, and after suffering heavy casualties, they succeeded in breaking into the manor of the pagan chieftain, where they burned and looted, giving vent to their anger.

They looked nervous and some of them looked back from time to time.

With the cry of an eagle, the Crusaders cried out: "The pagan falcon is catching up!"

"I've heard from some knights that in the Holy Land, if you see a pagan falcon, it means the Saracen Rangers are not far away. We are so slow that we can't escape their pursuit!"

"Or, let's abandon these big cars. We won't be able to go back if we continue like this."

"This is the wealth we exchanged our lives for!"

“This is our pious testimony and the manifestation of our achievements!”

Many Crusaders looked unwilling.

As long as they could bring these treasures back home, their trip to the Crusade would be worthwhile. They would sell those treasures that were inconvenient to transport to Latin merchants in the port of Semanude, and then bring those treasures that were easy to carry back to their hometown.

They seemed to have seen that the territories and fame that they had never dared to dream of in the past were beckoning to them.

As long as one has money, even an ordinary soldier can become a noble lord overnight.

Richard once said that he would even be willing to sell London for a price if someone offered.

There have never been a small number of lords like him who sell official positions and titles in Europe, and those urban nobles often come from this way.

Is this some insignificant wealth?
No, this represents their beautiful future life, and represents the beautiful fantasy that they have imagined countless times along the way!

"Then you guys can keep them. I give up the ownership of these properties!"

A knight sneered. He was carrying a lot of gold and silver that was easy to carry. Although most of the proceeds were on these carriages and camels, he still decisively chose to give up and urged his mount to speed up and rush out.

The Crusaders struggled, but in the end, no one was willing to give up.

They climbed a sand dune and someone shouted, "We are almost at Lake Brulus, brothers, keep going and we will be back to Semanud soon."

The Crusaders cheered excitedly.

Their equipment was not good, and many of them wore old armor stripped from Saracens, which was stained with blood and had many holes. Only a few of them were knights, and most of them were just farmers who had lost their land, the so-called vagrants.

They are the prototype of the Children's Crusade, hoping to gain wealth and land by punishing pagans and escape their poverty. However, only a few people get rich, and the vast majority of poor crusaders end up being buried in a foreign land.

however.

Just as they were cheering, smoke and dust exploded in the distance.

In the sky, flocks of vultures circled over people's heads like sharks that smelled blood. These beasts, regarded as messengers of death by the locals, cast a shadow over the hearts of the Crusaders.

soon.

A group of black cavalry rushed in front of them like a group of ghosts.

The leader among them raised high the lance in his hand, on the tip of which was stuck a dead head with its eyes open. It was the head of the Crusader Knight who had just escaped.

These black Gurams had cruel smiles on their faces, like a group of jackals wandering in the desert.

"Hahaha, they don't really think they can return to their territory with so much treasure, do they?"

"If we hadn't used them to obtain these treasures, they would have been slaughtered on their way here."

"Stop talking nonsense. Let's fight quickly and make a quick decision. Don't forget what happened in Rashid that day. These Christian pagans also hold terrifying power in their hands."

(End of this chapter)