People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 69

In the rainy night, in the corridor.

The upright brazier, burning raging flames, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, cast shadows of teeth and claws on the gray wall.

The patter of rain.

The splattered blood quickly spread in the puddles on the ground.

The head rolled around in the mud, and there was still a little disbelief on his face.

In the courtyard, the assassins who were besieging the guards and attendants all followed the sound.

They watched this scene, and there was a rapid conversation in their mouths. What they said was somewhat similar to Kurdish, and it should be Persian.

Lothar can vaguely distinguish a few limited words such as "powerful", "big man", and "soon".

Many corpses had already fallen on the ground, all sergeants and attendants of the Royal Knights wearing red and white burqas.

The sound of rain covered up the sound of fighting, and the nearby sergeants were either transferred or assassinated. This battle seemed to have lasted for a long time.

Following another rush of conversation among the assassins, the three assassins near the side of the corridor immediately came to kill the three of them in a zigzag shape.

Others seized the time and launched a fierce attack on the guarding sergeants and attendants.

Lothar whispered: "They want to get rid of us one by one, then we will fight, one by one, and get rid of them."

Hans and Prajna nodded.

But the latter's footsteps involuntarily moved closer to Lothar.

In battle, killing the enemy has never been the top priority of Wisdom. Even if Lothar asks so, her most important duty is still to ensure the safety of Lothar's life.

This is the duty of reloading retinues!

Lothar didn't notice this, and all his mind was on the opponent in front of him.

This is a middle-aged man who has shaved his beard and is indistinguishable from any Saracen slave around a Frankish nobleman.

Only his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

His speed was very fast, and he was in front of Lothar in the blink of an eye. The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, poking towards Lothar's abdomen at an extremely tricky angle.

But Lothar immediately caught the opponent's flaws, using the strength of the knight's sword to attack the enemy's weaknesses, forcing the opponent to give up the offensive and dodge first.

It would be great if this group of assassins could sneak in. They couldn't carry long weapons at all, and they weren't used to them at all.

The howling wind sounded.

The sharp sleeve arrow flew out from the sleeve of the assassin's robe, and Lothar easily dodged it with a tilt of his head.

But when he turned around, the assassin had already stepped on a pool not far in front of Lothar, and the sewage splashed towards Lothar, temporarily blocking his sight.

Subsequently.

Stand out!

The dagger pierced through the rain curtain and pierced Lothar's chest.

Keng——

Blades collided.

Being bullied by the enemy, he didn't have the slightest thought of attacking instead of defending, so he swung his sword to block the blow.

Assassin's assassin is notoriously fearless.

The armed sword in Lothar's hand swung away the short sword in the assassin's hand, and the momentum remained, and he slashed at the assassin's arm holding the sword, but he ignored it, and swung a sleeve arrow with the other hand again, forcing Lothar to only Give up the attack and dodge to the side.

Anyone who faces such a fearless opponent will lose three points of courage.

The same is true for Lothar. He doesn't want to exchange injuries with a dead soldier, so he can only give up this hard-won chance to kill.

Not far from Lothar, when another assassin was attacking, he was smashed by the shield in Banruo's hand. Several attacks were easily resolved by Banruo, so he stopped the futile offensive.

As for Hans, he had already eliminated his opponent.

An assassin who was split in the middle, blood and viscera splashed all over the ground, was lying on the ground, exuding a pungent bloody smell.

Hans was a little surprised. He never thought that his swordsmanship could be improved to such an unbelievable level with just a bottle of potion.

All the experience accumulated in the Knights Order, chopping wooden piles day and night, is fully integrated at this moment. Such exquisite swordsmanship is simply unmatched by opponents.

The assassins looked at each other, and there was a rare dignified expression on their dull faces.

"Grand regiment leader, their target is the crown prince, we must stop them!"

A dark-skinned attendant with typical Saracens features shouted loudly in Gaul, which he was not fluent in.

Crown Prince?

Is it Baldwin V?

Princess Sibilla and her ex-husband's son?

Lothar realized the seriousness of the situation almost immediately.

Nowadays, the battle for the throne around Princess Sibilla is actually rather a battle around "who can become the crown prince's stepfather".

Because the crown prince is still too young to be in charge at all, once Baldwin IV dies, the crown prince's stepfather will take the title of "Prince Regent" justifiably.

During the nearly ten years before the crown prince grew up and was unable to govern himself, the regent was equivalent to the king.

If the news of the crown prince's death comes out when Baldwin IV is already terminally ill.

The conflict between the Jue Party and the Queen Mother Party will immediately intensify to the point of irreconcilability, because it has reached the point where they must fight to see each other.

The royal party, which has always believed in neutrality, will never be spared in this battle, unless Baron Godfrey expressly expresses that he will not fulfill Baldwin IV's will to marry Sibyl to Belian.

The Crusader nations, which seemed to be at odds with each other, will no longer be able to unite.

"The guards can't hold on anymore, they must be dealt with quickly."

"Hanruo, don't worry about my safety. Don't forget that I have the talents of you and Flynn. It's not easy for them to kill me."

Lothar reminded.

The next moment, the assassins reached into their arms almost unanimously, took out a wooden bottle, and gulped down the liquid inside.

Veins protruded from their bodies, their muscles swelled, and their originally dull faces were immediately filled with strong hostility.

That is the hostility that does not hesitate to die with the enemy and perish together.

Their aura surged.

The guards, who were originally clumsy on the left and right, immediately couldn't bear the offensive. If they hadn't relied on their superiority in armor and weapons, they would have been killed by the assassins long ago.

Is it a potion?

Whether it's speed or strength, these assassins have improved significantly compared to before.

One assassin, even with one arm cut off, still fought silently, as if he had completely abandoned his sense of pain.

At this time, three assassins rushed towards them again. It can be seen that this time, they were all desperate to buy time for their companions.

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Lothar's armed sword made a big cut in the opponent's chest, and a large amount of blood oozed from the torn linen cloth, but he didn't hesitate at all, and rushed towards Lothar again.

If it was someone else, facing this menacing enemy, they would definitely be terrified.

But in Lothar's eyes, a scarlet light burst out.

As high as sixteen points of mental power, the powerful magic power brought by it exploded, and the blood waterfall fired with all its strength, causing the strength on his arm to skyrocket several times in a short period of time.

Keng——

The sword is broken!

The armed sword chopped off half of the assassin's face, slashed across his throat and half of his chest, before stabbing into the ground without losing momentum.

It's not that he doesn't want to control the enemy's blood and play a set of matching combos like Fringilla's. His magic power is limited, and after he has already consumed a part of it for Blood Cascade, he can't cast other spells such as Blood Spear at all. .

In the rain, the black color of Prajna flew up, and a strong cold aura lingered on his body.

The shield whirled like a chainsaw. After a few hits, the angle of the enemy's attack was calculated. When the enemy came next time, the side shield became a blade, splitting the oncoming assassin in half from the center.

This time, Hans was much more comfortable with the enemy.

The exquisite swordsmanship allowed him to easily suppress this fearless assassin, which was higher than the opponent's basic attributes, and made him crush in all aspects, easily winning.

At this time, the remaining assassins had just broken through the first line of defense.

"Kill them, don't leave them alive!"

Assassin's assassins are not afraid of death, and it is a dream to dig out the mastermind from them.

(End of this chapter)