In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Roaring like a thunder god beating a drum.

The flying dust is like a storm.

Nearly a hundred winged cavalry shouted in unison and launched a charge, which seemed to have overwhelming momentum, shocking the hearts of the Bedouin nomads who had never seen the world.

They held up their lances, which were more than three meters long, and formed a wedge-shaped formation like the migrating geese.

As the spearhead of the cavalry team, Jeanne charged forward.

The wing cavalry formed the two wings of the wedge formation, wrapping the lightly armored and almost non-existent servant army inside - they were the weakest link of the Ella Port Cavalry, but they were equally crucial.

Once they lose the replaceable horses, lances, food and water provided by the servant army, the combat effectiveness of the Hussars will drop significantly.

Roar--

The roar of the lion exploded in the sky.

The brown lion with a thick mane flapped its wings and swooped down carrying the black-armored knight behind it.

Its tail was raised like a javelin, and the poisonous needle glowing with scarlet color was pierced hard towards Jeanne - to capture the thief first, capture the king first, this is a choice that anyone with a brain would make.

But it was this seemingly smart choice that cost him his life.

Not even a hundred meters away from Jeanne.

The rusty holy spear flew out, from bottom to top, accurately piercing the manticore's chest, and connected with the knight behind it.

An unpretentious spear throw.

The manticore's huge body crashed into the ground.

The momentum of Jeanne's attack did not diminish at all, and the bloody horse she called Grape galloped like an elf in the wind.

Another manticore knight, seeing Jeanne losing her weapon, immediately drove the manticore towards her.

But as Jeanna waved, golden light gathered in her hand - at the same time, the holy spear that penetrated the manticore's body began to fade and disappear.

The moment a new manticore knight approached.

The holy spear came out again, this time, it penetrated through the manticore's mouth, which was wide open, trying to make a roar to scare the horsemen of the winged cavalry.

Another manticore knight crashed to the ground.

The remaining manticore saw that its two companions were killed one after another almost in the blink of an eye, and hurriedly flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

That's it?

Jeanne's mouth twitched slightly.

He waved again and summoned the holy spear: Get off here too!

The holy spear turned into a stream of light.

Flying out again, this time, Jeanne activated the holy spear's ability to hit, instead of just throwing it as ordinary as before.

Therefore, even though the Manticore Knight had already flown above the clouds, he was still accurately hit by this holy spear.

boom.

The corpse was smashed in front of the enemy's formation.

Splashes of blood and minced meat turned people's faces pale.

Holy fire, is this leader of the Franks a devil?

The leader of the Saracens couldn't help but feel chills all over when he saw this scene. These manticores were usually frightening beasts.

Even some wizards worshiped by Bedouin tribes could not kill these ferocious and cunning beasts that came and went like the wind.

But I never thought that in front of this Frankish leader, he would be able to get rid of them all as easily as chopping melons and vegetables!

Long live the Knight Jeanne!

In the name of Jeanne, kill all these damn infidels!

Contrary to the Saracens, whose morale had plummeted, the morale of the hussars was even higher, and they all shouted Jeanne's name to express their respect and love for her.

On the opposite side, the black-armored Saracen cavalry also began to charge, but their momentum was completely different from that here.

boom--

Black and silver waves collide.

Black, quickly swallowed up.

In the blink of an eye, the hussars penetrated the enemy's encirclement, and under the leadership of Jeanne, they broke out into the distance, leaving only black-armored corpses everywhere.

The Bedouin nomads chasing after them slowed down more and more until they stopped completely.

Their leaders looked at each other.

How about we withdraw?

Under the city of Port Ella.

Cowardly Frank, don't you even have the courage to meet my Lord?

If you are so afraid, why not just sacrifice the city, naked body, and offer the lamb of peace to our Lord, and my Lord will forgive your life.

The black-armored Mamluks were shouting majestically under the city of Port Ella.

On the city wall, the Armenians who were transporting bows, arrows and stones muttered in a low voice: I'm still not angry even after being pointed at and scolded by others. This new lord we serve has a really good temper.

Heh, there's Lothar the Brave. The Franks just like to exaggerate.

Not only these Armenian mercenaries, but also the faces of the militiamen guarding the city became a little ugly.

This is an era that values ​​honor.

Hans frowned: Sir, if this continues, morale will be a problem.

Lothar waved his hand: What do you want to do, just because one person exposes the precise defensive equipment on Siegfried Tower? Or, do you plan to let me lower the suspension bridge and send you out to have a one-on-one duel with your opponent? ?”

Hans shrugged: No need to lower the suspension bridge, I'll just jump down and kill him.

Fringilla hummed softly: No need to go to such trouble, just let me do it - Sir, will there be any problems if the method is weird?

Lothar shook his head and said: It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want. I am the biggest in Transjordan now, and no one has the right to make irresponsible remarks to you.

The relationship between the church and witches is inherently ambiguous.

Since the Catholic Church claims that all supernatural powers come from God, many people regard witches as favored ones by the Father - this is not a lie spun by Lothar himself.

Even in the previous life, when large-scale witch hunts flourished, it was already the end of the Middle Ages and the Thirty Years' War, the beginning of the Reformation.

Previously, witch hunts were only sporadic events led by ignorant people or local churches.

Fringilla said hmm and began to recite the spell in a low voice.

Beneath the black-armored Mamluk, the mount's eyes suddenly turned scarlet. It was panting violently, and its hoofs were tapping uneasily.

Then, a huge mouth full of fangs opened, its neck twisted like a snake, and it bit into the arm of the owner behind him.

Damn, what are you doing?

The black-armored horse Muluk shouted in horror, swung his whip and twitched his mount's buttocks.

But under the influence of Fringilla's spell, the war horse, whose flesh and flesh had been distorted and completely lost his mind, did not care about these few whips, and with a click, his arm was torn off.

The war horse chewed flesh and blood.

The black-armored Mamluk endured the pain, pulled out his straight sword, and struck down hard.

The horse's head was immediately chopped off.

But the horse head that fell on the ground looked like a zombie, still chewing the Mamluk's bitten off arm. The bones and flesh were chewed into pieces and swallowed.

At the broken neck where the horse's head was connected, several lumps of flesh and blood mixed with white bones fell.

The Mamluk screamed, fell off his horse, and ran towards the road he came from.

Rauf frowned and looked at the dark wizard beside him: Master, what kind of evil magic is this?

The dark wizard shook his head: I don't understand the methods of the Frank wizard, but I have similar abilities and can even make the dead stand up again. This is nothing at all.

Rauf took a deep breath and smiled: That's good.

Send someone to bring Damri back and let the doctor treat him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of Mamluk, who was running away in panic, exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood with a bang.

Rauf's expression froze and he looked at the dark wizard next to him.

The dark wizard looked contemptuous: Don't worry, it's just a small trick. If I want to kill someone, it will only be ten times more bloody and terrifying than this.

Siege warfare is no child's play.

Let’s dig into the “war of words” episode.

Until evening, the army under the city was still building siege equipment.

Although Raouf had originally planned to make a surprise attack, it was obvious that his opponent had already anticipated it and was heavily guarded. The so-called surprise attack was meaningless.

We are outnumbered and outnumbered.

I have you here, Master, and the Manticore Knight's trump card.

There is no suspense in this battle.

Rauf's face was full of pride. He raised his glass and toasted to the dark wizard sitting opposite him.

The dark wizard's face was also very relaxed. When observing during the day, he found that the wizard opposite was no better than him, which gave him reassurance.

As long as this city is captured, the sacrifice of tens of thousands of dead souls will surely satisfy the scorpion god of his own family and grant him more powerful power.

At this time.

There was a commotion in Ella Port.

At the port of the city, there was a faint light of fire rising into the sky.

Rauf couldn't help laughing and said: Ha, it seems that the fleet I sent out to attack the enemy's port at night succeeded!