People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 641 Scarecrow

When Lothar led his team to Fort Natawa, the soldiers on the city wall were collecting the bodies.

The double-headed eagle flag was still flying on the top of the city wall, but there were a few more arrow holes on it. The battlements were full of arrows shot by the Saracens, like a hedgehog.

There are still a few burnt siege ladders on the rammed earth wall that was blackened by war.

"My lord is here!"

"It's the Duke and the Winged Hussars!"

"Open the gate quickly and invite the lord in."

The defenders shouted in surprise and joy, as if as long as that figure and his Winged Hussars were there, any powerful enemy would not be a problem.

Lothar led his team to stop at the city gate. More than ten winged cavalrymen, divided into groups of three, including a light scout without armor, ran out to gather information.

In the sky, one could vaguely see a few black dots disappearing in the clouds, looking down from high above and quietly swooping down on the falcons hovering above the castle.

After a few sharp cries, those falcons that were as stubborn as psoriasis disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few dark feathers fluttering down.

That was the gargoyle summoned by Fringilla.

And it was not summoned temporarily, but a constructed monster created in an alchemy laboratory by collecting many magical materials containing spirituality. It can be taken out and used continuously after soaking in the sea of ​​blood.

This kind of fine gargoyle has good fighting ability, but unfortunately it has no intelligence. Lothar can communicate with them through blood magic and command them to fight, but more detailed instructions are difficult to pass on, and he cannot communicate with the falcons like a falconer.

Lothar did not rush into the city. He looked up at the guards and frowned subconsciously: "Where is the guard? Ask him to come out and see me."

The troops he led were all cavalry, and they lost their mobility once they entered the city. Moreover, he vaguely sensed a strange aura in the city. Although they were well hidden, they could not escape his perception.

On the city wall, the guard officer poked his head out and said, "Sir, I'm here."

"Weren't there many Saracens?"

"Father, sir. In order to resist these pagan dogs, I had to release the arsenal to the farmers who took refuge in the city. The pagan dogs had limited siege equipment and could not storm the city. When they saw us light the beacon fire, they retreated."

Losa looked back at Cherinina and saw her shaking her head slightly. Losa sighed softly.

It seems that his intuition was correct.

No matter what, the guard officer here has a quota for conscripts, and he doesn't believe that his own people will betray him.

Combined with the breath you feel.

So there is only one possible result left.

"Guard Officer, I remember your name, Matthew, right?"

Matthew was full of surprise: "Sir, you actually knew that!"

Losa smiled. With his current mental strength, it was not difficult to remember some names and write down the names and their corresponding faces. It just depended on whether he was willing to spend the energy.

Although he likes to be a hands-off boss, he doesn't do nothing.

"Come to me."

"Yes!"

Matthew didn't even ask a question, but trotted all the way to the city gate. He was wearing a helmet and armor, and he trotted all the way without even breathing. He said respectfully, "My lord, what do you want?"

"Matthew, you are from Florence, right?"

Although Matthew was puzzled, he nodded and said, "Yes, sir, my father was once a city councilor of Florence."

Lothar lowered his voice and said, "Matthew, do you believe me?"

"Of course!"

Matthew seemed to feel greatly humiliated by Lothar's questioning. His face flushed red and he patted his chest and said, "Sir, your soldiers never ask how many enemies there are, but only where they are. As long as you give the order, no matter who the enemy is, I am willing to be the first to charge!"

Losa sighed softly: "Matthew, I am asking if you trust me, not questioning your loyalty."

"Of course, my lord."

"Matthew, you're already dead."

Matthew's face turned pale, and he stammered, "Sir, are you joking?"

"I hope so too."

"I am already dead"

He reached out his hand and touched his face in a daze. Seemingly realizing something, he increased his strength. With just a little force, the skin on his face was torn open, revealing the straw filling inside.

"I remember now!"

His voice was trembling, with a hint of suppressed crying: "Sir, we were harmed by the magic of the pagan dog, and everyone is dead."

"I will avenge you."

Lothar patted Matthew's shoulder and whispered softly.

Matthew was a little confused. It seemed that after Losa revealed his identity, his consciousness became much slower.

After a long while, he asked, "Sir, we died for the great cause of the Crusades. Can we go to heaven?"

"Of course, your sins have been forgiven, and you will all go to heaven."

These words were spoken to everyone.

The soldiers on the city wall fell to the ground one after another, with smiles of relief on their faces.

"Oh, God"

Matthew murmured softly as more and more straw broke through his skin.

The soldiers brought by Lothar immediately shouted and became alert.

"My Lord, please leave him alone."

"It's dangerous here!"

Losa waved his hand and looked carefully at Matthew's changes. After the straws came into contact with the air, they soon began to twist like poisonous snakes.

It wasn't just Matthew.

The soldiers defending the city, with the straw filling their body cavities, all jumped out and turned into scarecrow monsters with bared fangs and claws. They let out silent roars and swooped down from the city wall as if they were walking on flat ground, as if they were not affected by gravity.

"Father, what kind of devil is this?"

"Sir, should we evacuate temporarily?"

"Be patient and wait for my orders."

Lothar waved his hands. The aura coming from this scarecrow monster was not weak. At least it was much stronger than the werewolf Avelardo that he killed when he just debuted. However, an enemy of this level was no longer a threat to Lothar.

A crusader knight draws his bow and arrow.

The arrow hit the first scarecrow directly, but the scarecrow simply took out the arrow and stuffed it into its mouth, and the hole healed in a moment.

The horses paced restlessly on the spot. Although the cavalrymen following Lothar were anxious, they had just experienced the baptism of combat records and were no longer as afraid of these monsters and demons as before. They soon calmed down.

"Use fire arrows!"

"Don't let them get close!"

Lothar snapped his fingers, and the temperature immediately rose a lot. Huge fireballs floated in the air. His mastery of the fire magic in this world was not very deep, but even at this level, with multiple blessings, he was no less than most of the extraordinary people in this world who specialized in fire magic.

boom.

The straw monsters exploded into a ball of fire.

They are magical creations, and it is difficult for ordinary flames to ignite them, but Lothar's flame is not an ordinary fire. Even if he does not transform, his current strength is no less than that of an elite six-star entourage.

boom--

A burnt siege ladder suddenly shed its charred black camouflage and turned into a thorny vine, striking towards Lothar like lightning.

"Lord be careful!"

I saw a flash of blue light.

Cherinina bent her knees slightly and stood facing Lothar. The whistling vine behind her instantly shattered into countless fragments. "My lord, I will go find the enemy's spellcaster."

"Put your own safety first."

Losa gave a warning, a little worried, and repeated, "Definitely."

Cherinina paused slightly, nodded somewhat ashamedly and replied, "I will, sir."

The cavalrymen then let out a series of exclamations.

"Well done Miss Cherinina!"

"When can we be as good as Miss Cherinina?"

"For meritorious service. I heard that Baron Charles was granted extraordinary powers, and Andreas, your Excellency's former secretary."