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

Ella port, port.

The sea breeze in the middle of the night is refreshing but not too harsh. Compared with the inland, the climate here at night is much more pleasant.

Of course, only at night.

Lothar stood on the top tower of a fortress in the port, which has been transformed into the tax office, where Muller usually works.

Inside and outside the official office, nearly a hundred Varangian guards were fully armed, leaning against the wall, or simply sitting on the ground, resting silently.

Muller looked at the empty and calm sea: Sir, will someone really raid the port?

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, isn't it?

Ah? Mueller was slightly startled and said quickly, Yes, sir, these days, when the moon is at its fullest, it is indeed very beautiful.

Rauf is a man who is not very smart but thinks he is.

Lothar whispered: So, he will definitely send people to attack Port Ella tonight - otherwise, wouldn't he be letting down such a round moon?

The biggest difficulty with night attacks is night blindness.

In fact, even the modern people of later generations will still be blind if they are thrown into the dark countryside without street lights and the weather is not very good.

Lothar suddenly looked regretful and said: What a pity.

What's a pity?

It's a pity that I have no channel to contact Hogg. He should still be floating in the Red Sea, and the Gulf of Aqaba is not in his shipping lane. Otherwise, with him here, I don't have to worry about attacks from the sea.

Captain Hogg.

There was a trace of lingering fear on Mueller's face.

Two days ago, Lothar ordered him to contact the captain for the purpose of disposing of stolen goods. He thought it was just a common thing.

Little did they know that this Captain Hogg was not human at all!

The ship was full of zombie sailors, and he wandered around among them. When he came back, he felt that his body was covered with the smell of sea mixed with corpse stench, and he took a shower several times in a row.

Port of Aqaba.

Dozens of small galleys are ready.

Larmore stood at the bow of the ship and asked: My lord's army is ready, right?

The first mate said respectfully: Yes, sir, the master's army has built a siege camp under the city of Ella Port and is ready to launch an attack at any time.

Zoroastrianism prohibits the enslavement of brothers of the same clan, so these two people were actually Cuman slaves sold from Crimea on the other side of the Black Sea.

Then it's time for us to set off.

Larmore looked solemn and shouted: Raise the sails and set sail!

When the sailors and the armored infantry heard this, they couldn't help showing expressions of excitement on their faces.

The daily salary is only enough to fill the stomach at most, and robbery is the only way to make a fortune.

Larmore looked at these relaxed-looking men with a look of worry on his face.

The first mate looked at the worry on Larmore's face and couldn't help but said: Sir, are you worried that there will be an accident in this battle?

Larmore shook his head and said: I'm just not sure whether the dark wizard named Minomedo is just a boastful idiot. This Lothar is not easy to deal with.

Reputation equals strength.

Lothar is now the most prominent lord who has recently emerged in the Levant region.

How can it be easy to deal with?

The first mate said quickly: No, sir, if Minometu is an incompetent person, how can the master be deceived by him with his wisdom?

you're right.

Larmore nodded perfunctorily.

He knows very well what kind of virtue his master has. It may not be considered stupid, but it certainly has nothing to do with being wise.

Dozens of small galleys raised their anchors and headed for Ella Port.

The port of Aqaba is very close to the port of Ella.

Soon, they could vaguely see the towering lighthouse in Ella Port.

Is that what the Franks call Siegfried Towers?

It is said that it stood there overnight. It is simply ridiculous.

Larmore said ridiculous, but the worry on his face became more intense - he had just been to Ella Port not long ago, and at that time, there was no such tower.

He raised his head. The moonlight was just right tonight.

In the silent port, not even a single person was seen.

Great, those Frankish barbarians have no defense at all!

The first mate was extremely surprised: Sir, let's land on the shore immediately. As long as we light a fire according to the agreement with the master, we can be in harmony with the master.

Larmore looked at the silent port, but felt a little scared in his heart.

It's really weird.

He originally thought it would be a fierce battle to force a landing, but there was not even a group of soldiers keeping vigil here. This was really unreasonable.

The port of Aqaba is so close to the port of Ella. Don't these Franks have any vigilance?

The first mate urged: Sir, what are you waiting for? If you hesitate any longer, if we are discovered by the enemy, we will lose the advantage of the surprise attack.

The ominous feeling in Larmore's heart became more and more intense.

But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot. If he just withdrew his troops and left, Rauf didn't know what to do with him.

Send the order, land immediately!

Once the ship docks, all the oarsmen will pick up their weapons and land for battle!

The rowers who received the order used all their strength to quickly enter the harbor.

Larmore's nose suddenly twitched, and he murmured: What does this smell like?

Like brimstone?

next moment.

A terrifying flame erupted from the port.

Like a giant flaming sword held in the hands of a giant, it swept past the galleys that were forming a dense formation because they were about to land on the shore.

The entire port, at this moment, seemed to be a sea of ​​fire.

Larmore pushed away the first mate, who had turned into a ball of fire and was howling for help. Looking at the scene in front of him, his body was shaking violently with fear.

Retreat, retreat quickly!

But at this time, there is no way to escape.

Some of the galleys lined up in a dense queue wanted to turn around, but they happened to bump into friendly ships next to them that also wanted to turn around.

In most galleys, the rowers inside have no idea what is happening outside and are still rowing forward.

A greater disaster is yet to come.

The sea breeze that was supposed to blow inland suddenly turned in another direction.

The canvas on the masts of the galleys was ignited by the flying sparks, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a giant torch, which crashed down with a crackling sound.

On the deck, sailors and soldiers who were desperately taking off their armor quickly jumped into the sea to avoid the terrifying flames.

The oarsmen in the cabin let out desperate screams. They didn't even have a place to escape, so they could only be roasted into charred remains in the cabin.

There is no iron chain across the river.

But the results in front of him seemed to be a replica of the Battle of Chibi.

This is the effect of the combination of Dragon's Breath and Sea Dragon's Wind Wind ability.

Muller exclaimed: Sir, you are really good at predicting things.

There is no such thing as a god.

Lothar rubbed her swollen lips, took the water glass from Prajna, and drank it in one gulp.

His ears were filled with the screams of the enemy, and the scene in front of him was even more like hell.

He originally couldn't use Dragon's Breath and Rising Wind at the same time, but he upgraded.

One breath of dragon's breath burned to death an unknown number of enemies, allowing him to advance to three levels in a row - conservatively estimated, there must have been three hundred people, and the number was still increasing.

Prajna squeezed his palm and gave him a worried look.

Lothar shook his head and said: Don't worry, I have long been prepared to bear this kind of murder.

On the battlefield, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people.

He looked solemn and said: If you pass on the order, the enemy may be ready to cooperate inside and outside. Order all the soldiers in the city to prepare to meet the enemy.

Half of the Earl's Guard will be left to clean up the landing enemies, and the remaining half will be patrolling the city to guard against enemy spies making trouble.