People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 640 Enemy Attack
Feeling the familiar feeling of being locked, Losa knew he couldn't escape.

The holy spear Kungunir, the legendary spear of destiny of the god-king Odin, is not so easy to dodge.

But there is no need to hide.

The shadows of more than ten giant oriental dragons with bared fangs and distinct hair and beards suddenly appeared. They had slender bodies, and their scales were the same red and black color as Lothar's. They emitted bursts of high-pitched dragon roars from their mouths and danced around the giant dragon.

A huge and powerful pressure surged down, as if he was a supreme monarch, and everyone had to bow down in obedience before him.

The holy Seraphim raised the Eternal Spear high. The golden light behind him formed a sharp contrast with the fiery red world opposite. With a low moan of "Holy", the burning holy spear turned into a golden pillar of light that pierced the sky and the earth, and pierced towards Lothar's chest, where the scales were the weakest.

Lothar was not at all panicked. He had pushed the dual fire divinities to the extreme, and with the blessing of the Fire Dragon, he was now the God of Fire in ancient mythology and legends. He took a deep breath, and the scorching heat that enveloped the entire world was temporarily subsided.

The evil-breaking power of the Holy Flame is useless to him, and the burning damage is almost non-existent. The damage that the Holy Light can cause to him is at least weakened by 80%. As for the sharpness of the divine spear Kungunir - Lothar is never afraid of pure physical attacks.

Solid rock!

A spiritual light flashed through Lothar's body.

But that's it.

Cherinina's body seemed to be lurking in the cracks of space, and suddenly appeared behind Losa. There was a sharp aura hidden in her body, and the moment she appeared, it all turned into two powerful sword intents, pouring out from the two swords.

The sword was like a galaxy, although it was far less powerful than the holy spear thrown by the Seraphim on the opposite side.

But the threat it brought to Lothar was far greater than that.

The sword arrived first, cutting through the sharp bone spur on Lothar's spine and penetrating into his flesh.

This injury was nothing for a behemoth like Lothar after he turned into a true dragon, but the fatal thing was that the familiar strangling force paralyzed all the spirituality in Lothar's body in an instant like a virus.

The terrifying dragon flame that was originally ready to go, which condensed all the fire spirituality, was thus extinguished. The uncontrolled fire spirituality turned into a storm, and gushed out from the gaps in the red and black scales like lava.

Also discontinued was the Stone Talent!

The solid stone, which could be activated with just a thought and had never failed, was ineffective at this moment because of Cherinina's strangling force that came later but was ahead of time.

There was a hint of relief in Lothar's eyes. She was worthy of being Cherylina. Her ability to see through opportunities in battle was probably comparable to Jeanna's battlefield intuition. When the Stone Talent was activated, there were no fancy sound and light effects, and there was no need to shout out the name of the move.

The whole process probably takes less than a second.

He was able to grasp this, and even if it was because Cerinina was his own person and knew his cards very well, it was really convincing.

But don't think this will kill me.

The sharp holy spear pierced through Lothar's chest, which was the weak point of his body's defense. Even with multiple blessings, his defense was still good, but it was impossible to withstand the Kungunir of the God King Odin.

Intense pain came from the wound.

Lothar wanted to fight back.

But the world seemed unable to withstand such a violent attack and began to collapse.

Everyone returned to the room and looked at each other.

Prajna said in a deep voice: "I did it. Coors has important news to report."

Losa's expression changed slightly: "What happened?"

Prajna said simply: "Enemy attack."

Losa frowned and said, "Let's go."

Fulin curled her lips: "So I was the only one who got beaten up?"

Cellinina blinked and whispered, "You have an adult with you. I gave him a hard time, and then Ms. Jeanna shot him again."

...

Time moves forward.

half an hour ago.

Natawa Fort west of Semanud City.

Conrad stood on the castle watchtower, basking in the gentle afternoon sun.

Egypt is a good place. If it were in my hometown of Brandenburg, the ground would have been frozen hard and the river surface would have been covered with a layer of ice. It would have been very difficult to break open the ice and catch a few fish.

Life would have been much worse if there had not been enough food stored or if the vassal had failed to stop the Wende bandits.

This was all thanks to His Royal Highness Henry the Lion who led his army to defeat those Wendish princes. I remember that when he was young, his father always told him that every winter, the Wends would row boats across the Elbe River and kill them.

At this time, every household had to prepare their own weapons, and all adult men and even women had to fight against the "invading pagans."

Now most of the Wends have been tied up and turned into serfs.

But their lives didn't seem to be much better.

"Conrad, be alert and don't fall asleep. The Saracens have been making small moves recently. Last night, those pagan dogs stood on the hillside across the river and looked at this side for a long time. They definitely have bad intentions."

Conrad laughed and said, "Don't worry, no one can hide anything from me, Eagle Eye Conrad. As long as we can hold out for a quarter of an hour, the Winged Cavalry in Semanud will put the heads of those pagan dogs on their spears."

The number of defenders in the castle was not large. It originally belonged to Governor Mahri of the city of Semanude. After the Crusaders captured the city of Semanude, it was assigned to the Winged Hussars Company. In other words, all the output of this castle and its affiliated manors belonged to the Winged Hussars Company.

Most of the estates outside the city have been abandoned.

But the castle was strategically situated, and had strong walls, so that if it were abandoned it would have become a Saracen stronghold, and owing to its proximity to the city it was one of the few manors which was preserved and garrisoned.

"Ha, then we can follow the cavalry masters to pick up some spoils, and then sell them to those cunning Latin merchants, maybe we can make a lot of money."

"The big money was taken away by those unscrupulous businessmen."

Merchants must be cunning. If they are not cunning enough, how can they possibly cope with the numerous tariffs and the endless stream of thieves on the trade routes, some of whom are even the local lords in disguise.

"We can sell the spoils to the quartermaster in the city. The price they offer is more fair, but they only offer it one day a week, and you have to wait in line for a long time."

Suddenly, a flock of flying birds were startled in the woods in the distance.

Conrad immediately became alert and warned: "Be careful, it might be Saracen cavalry!"

Soon, groups of black-and-white Saracen troops emerged from the woods.

Conrad immediately rang the bell desperately: "Enemy attack, enemy attack! Light the beacon!"

The whole castle was in chaos.

Many soldiers who were resting rushed up to the city wall while putting on their armor.

The soldier who lit the fire asked loudly, "According to the drill manual, we have to report how many enemies there are?"

These were all new recruits who had been trained in Hebron. They had basic combat skills and were decently equipped, but they were, after all, quick-made products, and they became panicked when they encountered an enemy attack.

Conrad shouted at the top of his voice: "I don't know, it's endless!"

At first glance, the Saracens who were rushing towards them in a black mass seemed endless, and there was no telling how many of them were hiding in the woods. Looking around, there were people holding flags of the Holy Fire everywhere, like a black wave that swallowed everything.

"They still don't stop. Are they going to climb the wall with their hands?"

"I don't know. I didn't see them equipped with siege weapons."

Some soldiers guarding the fire pots looked alert. These enemies were very strange. Not only did they not have large siege tools such as siege vehicles, siege towers, and catapults, they didn't even have simple ladders that could be carried on their shoulders.

"Be careful, keep all the refugees in the city under strict surveillance, and tell the soldiers guarding the city gates to be on high alert!"

The castle's garrison officer shouted loudly. He guessed that the enemy had prepared an internal response in advance. This was because the castle had gathered many farmers from the affiliated manors during this period. Although most of them had been moved to the city, there were still some who had not been sent away in time.

His guess was correct. The Saracens were not monsters and it was impossible for them to climb up the bare city wall with their hands and feet. But that was just a guess based on common sense. There was always a small group of people in the world who could not be guessed by common sense.

Under the city wall, huge vines broke out of the ground, forming simple ladders that spontaneously climbed up the city wall.

The Saracen soldiers who rushed to the city wall seemed to have expected this. They reached out to grab the vines and began to climb up.

"Father, what kind of monster is this?"

"Quick, cut these vines!"

The defenders chopped and chopped hard, but to little avail. The skin of the vines was extremely tough, and even the battle axe only left a shallow scar.

"Don't worry about these damn vines. The enemy is about to climb up. Throw the fire pot!"

the garrison officer shouted.

The soldiers threw down fire pots one after another. When these pottery pots filled with kerosene broke, a large amount of fat immediately splashed out. A few torches were thrown down from the top of the city, and a large area of ​​fire was immediately ignited. The Saracen soldiers who were touched by the kerosene immediately let out bursts of shrill screams.

The garrison officer shouted, "Open the armory, let those peasants who have come here for refuge take up arms! Everyone, hold on to the city walls!"

The kerosene in these fire pots is all precious Greek fire, a high-end product bought from Greek merchants. There are only a dozen of them in Natava Castle, and most of them were used up in one go. If this continues, they will not be able to hold out until the city sends troops to support them.

"What if they rebel?"

"They know what happens when the city walls are breached!"

Governor Majid looked at the castle that seemed to be on fire and frowned, saying, "Master Ali, why don't you just raze the Franks' walls?"

The spellcaster from the advisory group, known as Master Ali, looked aloof and arrogant. He snorted coldly, "I never cast spells on ordinary people. This goes against my principles. If I have set up siege ladders for you, and your number is dozens of times that of the Franks, can't you win?"

Governor Majid cursed in his heart, of course he could win, but it was not certain how much loss he would pay.

He was pushed out by Adil to lead the charge, but he was unwilling to let his elite troops be killed in this insignificant siege.

He lowered his voice and said, "Master, I once unearthed a golden scarab in Fayum. It is said to be a divine weapon left by the ancient gods, which can protect the holder from death."

Master Ali showed a suspicious look on his face: "If ordinary people hold it, can they not die?"

If such a magical weapon really existed, he didn't believe that Majid would take it out under such circumstances.

Majid laughed and said, "You will become a zombie."

Master Ali's expression slightly changed. He was relieved by the negative effect. "It is too dangerous to leave such a dangerous tool in the hands of ordinary people like you. It is better to let me keep it."

Governor Majid whispered: "No problem, just this"

Master Ali immediately showed a compassionate expression: "I don't want to attack ordinary people, but if the fighting continues like this, I don't know how many people will be killed or injured. Sometimes, killing to stop killing can also be a kind act."

Governor Majid cursed in his heart, but a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Master, what you said is very true."

Ali stretched out his hand, and green rays of light invisible to the naked eye flew towards the castle. Suddenly, a series of shrill screams rang out in the castle.

All the piled up hay had now come to life, turning into straw men with bloody mouths, rushing towards the soldiers guarding the city and the farmers who were temporarily living in the city.