People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 643 Legend
Under the horrified eyes of Governor Majid, Lothar slowly raised one arm. In the burning woods behind him, the flames went out without warning. One by one, the Winged Hussars came behind him, stepping on the black embers.

They held red lances in their backhands, with red square flags tied to the tips of the lances, and their faces showed unusually calm expressions.

Having just experienced such a brutal war in the world of combat records, they could no longer muster much excitement about the small scene they were facing now.

"Kill them all."

The knight wearing a golden mask waved his arms forward and uttered a string of short words without mercy.

The cavalrymen behind him pounced out like tigers out of a cage.

"In the name of God!"

"For Santa Rosa!"

The cavalry marched at a brisk pace, forming a loose formation. As the distance got closer, their speed gradually increased.

At this moment, Governor Majid no longer had any intention of continuing to fight.

He no longer considered taking credit for the first victory or finding a port leading to the Mediterranean for his territory.

Even a powerful spellcaster like Master Ali was defeated here in one encounter. Now he just wanted to survive and return to his territory. No matter how fierce the fighting outside was, he just had to defend Fayoum and wait for them to decide the winner, and then choose one side to join.

But obviously, the Franks would not let them go.

Adil hurt me!
Governor Majid cursed in his heart and urged his guards to bring him a new mount.

"Governor, the enemy's spellcaster has stopped attacking. We still have a chance!"

"Yes, at least there is still a chance to evacuate!"

Majid climbed onto his mount and shouted loudly for the organization to meet the enemy.

But when the real fighting started, the soldiers under his command collapsed at the first touch.

He was different from most of the Saracen nobles. Traditional Saracen nobles either squandered their wealth on pleasure, female slaves, and male children; or pursued art, supported scholars, built libraries, shrines, altars, and even explored ancient ruins.

He was an outlier among them. He lived a simple life, had only one wife, and had very few servants. Most of his wealth was invested in his territory.

Build canals, dig wells, and train troops.

He was confident that the Mamluks under his command were definitely the best in Egypt, at least stronger than the extremely unruly Black Ghulams under Adil.

However, the direction of the war gave him a heavy blow.

With the Winged Hussars as the blade, the Armoured Cavalry as the backbone, and the Monastic Cavalry as the two wings, it was like a hot knife cutting into butter.

Every Frankish cavalryman seemed to have been through hundreds of battles. They had extremely skilled combat skills and a fighting will as hard as iron. They would not even blink when they were hacking and killing the enemy.

It seemed that this level of fighting was as easy as an outing in the suburbs for them.

He saw with his own eyes that his army was dispersing like snowflakes.

The slave cavalry, which was built at a huge cost and purchased from the Caucasus and Asia Minor, was simply unable to withstand the charge of the Frankish cavalry. It quickly fell apart, was cut off, surrounded, and then swallowed up.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

He suddenly felt a black screen before his eyes and almost fell to the ground.

Then he suddenly felt a cold blade against the back of his neck.

"Protect your lord."

The shouts soon turned into a series of screams.

Soon, Majid saw the female swordsman staring at him expressionlessly. Behind him, the ground was littered with dead bodies. The armor on his personal guards, which were built at great expense, did not pose any hindrance to the enemy. Without even a breath, they all died tragically under the sword of this female devil.

"No! Don't kill me! I can pay the ransom!"

He raised his hands to show that he was unarmed.

Not far away, Lothar was still sitting quietly on Eclipse's back, watching this almost one-sided battle.

He suddenly raised his head as if he had sensed something and looked into the distance.

"Did he see us?"

Adil looked in the mirror with some surprise, as if he had crossed the barrier of space and was looking at Lothar, and his heart was pounding.

Even with a mirror between them, he still felt like he was being stared at by a terrifying beast.

He subconsciously looked at Master Shemaier beside him.

The master's expression remained calm, but his furrowed brows still cast a gloom over Adil's heart. You know, Shemaier had officially announced yesterday that he had entered the realm of legend.

Even he found it difficult, could it be that Lothar also had a breakthrough?

“I didn’t expect Ali to die so soon.”

Shemaier sighed softly and waved his hand to erase the image on the mirror.

Master Ali's level is actually not bad, it's just that the climate of the holy land limits his performance. If he were in his home ground, those primeval forests with countless ancient trees and few human traces, even if he is not a legend, he can still exert a power close to that of a legend.

"Pity."

He sighed softly. The spellcasters in the nature realm were obviously not best at fighting. As long as they were sincere in their loyalty, whether they were assisting in some alchemical experiments, cultivating magic potions, or shining in the field of agriculture, the value they could bring would far exceed fighting.

Adil pretended to be serious and said, "Master Ali died for the holy war and will surely go to heaven."

Although he had made up for a lot of extraordinary knowledge, he still had only a vague understanding of many things. Obviously, he didn't know what a high-level spellcaster like Master Ali in the natural realm represented.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care too much.

No matter what, can it turn the desert into fertile fields like the sacred tree that the Franks seized?

As long as they defeat the Crusaders, the three sacred trees will all belong to them.

"I advised him not to take the risk, but now it seems that this has had the opposite effect."

Shemaier shook his head and smiled bitterly. Although the spellcasters of the advisory group nominally regarded him as their leader and were extremely respectful to him after he broke through to the legendary level, no one knew what they were thinking in their hearts.

It's easy to guess, it's nothing more than "good luck" or "the influence of magical artifacts left over from ancient civilizations" and so on.

Master Ali couldn't even say he was convinced, and simply ignored his advice - these old antiques who buried themselves in the mountains and forests, studying magic, had too weird tempers.

"Master, are you sure you can handle Lothar and his spellcasters?"

Adil asked, this is the most crucial point.

Shemaier sneered, "He did make a breakthrough. It seems that he has upgraded his life level. He has evolved from a half-dragon with mixed blood to a real dragon. But that is actually nothing to be afraid of."

Even among high-level dragons, only those ancient dragons that have lived for thousands of years can be compared to legends.

He said softly: "Well, let me show you what a 'legend' is."

Although, he did rely on external objects and took shortcuts to enter the legendary realm.

But precisely because of this, he had mastered the super-specification artifact, the wedge-shaped clay tablet, and coupled with his status as a legendary spellcaster, the combination of the two made his current combat power many times stronger than before.

Even if the world returns to the ancient mythological era, with his strength, he can be on par with many ancient gods.

"And in this era, even gods have to bow to legends."

He just stretched out a finger and slowly tapped the mirror.