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

The polished stone bullets were refilled and plowed across the ground with a shrill howl of wind, leaving behind a terrifying mud of flesh and blood on the ground.

A heavy crossbow as thick as a baby's arm pinned the fully armed Saracen soldiers together.

Their sturdy armor was like paper in front of this terrifying war machine.

Rauf, who was riding a war horse and wearing exquisite scale armor, surrounded by his personal guards, watched this scene from a distance. For a moment, he felt in a dilemma.

The enemy is currently in civil strife and can only exert half of its strength at best.

The manticore and Minomedo cooperate. Even if they can't deal with the opponent's witch, they can still be evenly matched.

We have two siege towers erected on the city wall. The chief thousand-man team is fighting fiercely with the enemy. If we withdraw now, all our previous efforts will be wasted.

Moreover, all the siege equipment was used in this battle. Once it is damaged, there will be no time to rebuild it. After all, Lothar still has so many vassals that have not been summoned.

This series of thoughts gave Rauf the illusion that he could win this war of attrition as long as he put more effort into it.

The previous sunk costs made him unwilling to give up.

But I can no longer compromise my elite troops. I send those Bedouins to fight. I promise them an extra 10% of the spoils.

There was a hint of heartache on Rauf's face: Damn it, how could the siege machine built by these Franks be so accurate?

Siege weapons such as counterweight trebuchets have a high technical content. Rauf did not expect that a mere Ella Port would be so difficult to capture.

So there is no money to hire engineers who are good at building such equipment.

Even though he had a weighted trebuchet, it was useless.

Unless it is a giant counterweight trebuchet that has an extremely long range, but has higher technical content and is more difficult to build.

Otherwise, the condescending and extremely precise Siegfried Tower will teach him how to behave.

On the city wall.

Ned panted violently, and the tide of black-armored soldiers in front of him finally retreated. These black-armored soldiers were most likely the enemy's elite.

Each one was well-equipped, brave and fearless, shouting The Holy Fire Burns Forever and fighting to the death, which put considerable pressure on the Black Eagle Flag Team he led.

Although the Black Eagle Banner was established as a standing army, it could not be compared with the Varangian Guards and the remaining veterans. Their combat quality was far behind.

At most, they are on par with their opponents' black-armored soldiers.

If it hadn't been for the advantage of defending the city, there would have been heavy casualties by now.

Ha, the Holy Land is really a good place. These pagans are much better than the half-naked barbarians in the Baltic Sea who only know how to charge.

Boys, cheer up. You don't want to be looked down upon by those militiamen who are not as good as you, do you?

He laughed and boosted the morale of the soldiers around him.

The fellow Knights of the Order shuttled through the team one after another, patting this shoulder and touching that head to highlight an affinity.

In this battle, although the Blackhawks flag team exposed some problems, their performance was still remarkable. They used the same rotation system as the remaining veterans.

After the soldiers in the front row are tired from fighting, the soldiers in the back row will step up one after another, which greatly reduces one's own casualties.

The wounded would also be treated by field doctors from the Order of the Redemption of Saint Lazarus. Although there were many injured, there were not many war casualties.

On the other side, the results of the Eagle Flag Brigade were much more terrifying.

These remaining veterans who cooperated tacitly were worthy of the name of veterans. They cooperated tacitly and were like killing machines. Many soldiers who had just set foot on the city wall were stabbed through the heart by them, or they directly relied on the shield formation to push down the city wall.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are never more than ten enemies on the wall in front of them at the same time.

Lothar took a deep breath, and the veins that were highlighted by the waterfall of blood gradually disappeared.

He stepped on the manticore's belly, pulled out the cross sword in his hand, and swung it lightly, and the blood stains on it immediately splashed onto the wall, while the sword's body was still as clean as new.

It seemed that they were afraid of being killed, and now there were only five manticores left, continuing to hover at the top of the city.

The blood-throwing spear prepared by Fringilla is hanging in mid-air. As long as the manticore dares to swoop down, the spear will mercilessly pierce the body of the knight behind them.

The red robe on her body floated due to the wild dance of magic.

The terrifying mental power that is more than twice that of Lothar makes her surpass most of the wizards with medium magic power even among the wizards in this world.

At this time.

A bone dagger that seemed to be condensed with countless dead souls, and seemed very vicious at a glance, like a poisonous scorpion hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared from behind Fringilla.

The arms covered in black robes seemed to be protruding from another world.

While the arm holding the dagger stabbed Fringilla hard in the back, he could vaguely see a huge poisonous scorpion entrenched in the shadows.

stop!

Within Lothar's body, the terrifying aura of the dark lord was released without reservation.

The suppressive power of this kind of breath on dark creatures is undoubtedly very terrifying.

As a result, the dagger in the dark wizard's hand paused slightly.

And this time, Coors was given a chance.

I could see that Coors's face, which looked like it would not change color despite the weight of a mountain, was covered with ferocious veins, and two pairs of sharp fangs pierced his lips.

It was as if he was furious.

He was a master at playing with shadows, but the unknown assassin in front of him actually exceeded his control over the shadows and came to assassinate his most beloved princess.

This is simply a shame!

Keng——

Kors's hands were full of sharp nails, and they collided with the white bone dagger. Neither of them was metal, but there was a clear sound of metal collision.

The black-robed wizard stepped out of the darkness.

But it didn't appear behind Fringilla, but on the city wall ten meters away.

Lothar looked slightly sideways, wondering how he got there.

He looked at Lothar with a mocking look on his face: What a terrifying momentum. It's a pity that you are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. If the Scorpion God hadn't given me the divine eyes, maybe I would have been intimidated by you.

responded to his.

It was Lothar's merciless holy spear. This elusive enemy was obviously associated with the dark camp, otherwise he would not be frightened by his dark lord aura.

The light gathers.

The holy spear appeared in Lothar's hand out of thin air.

The mocking expression on the dark wizard's face instantly solidified.

Artifact?

The Holy Spear is a divine weapon, there is no doubt about it.

He wanted to run away, but the holy spear was bound to hit, and ordinary people could not avoid it.

Prajna reminded: He is not a wizard, he should be a favored person of the totem god. He can borrow power from the gods he believes in behind him.

Lothar nodded slightly.

It’s not like we have never killed a god before. Last time it was the Crocodile God. This time, let’s get a God’s Beloved Sacrifice Spear first.

boom!

The holy spear penetrated the black wizard's body, and countless wailing souls suddenly appeared on his body.

These are all souls imprisoned in his body, ready to return to the tribe and be sacrificed to the Scorpion God.

They suffered painful torture, and were quickly purified and dissipated in the light of the holy spear.

The dark wizard roared in pain: The great Scorpion God will not let you go, you blasphemer.

Lothar had no intention of speaking and watched this scene coldly.

The holy spear has the characteristic of being sure to hit.

Can you give me another try?

The dark wizard's face suddenly showed a trace of horror: No, no, great scorpion god, you actually want to deprive me of my divine favor - are you afraid of this blasphemer?

There was a strange sound behind him.

Then, a black scorpion appeared, its compound eyes glanced at Lothar, and then quickly disappeared.

Prajna frowned and said, What did it say to you?

Lothar said ha: It says that water from a well does not interfere with the water from the river.

The dark wizard roared wildly, but Kurth had already appeared behind him, mercilessly slashing with his claws.

A head rolled to the ground.

As the holy flame burned, the dark wizard was completely reduced to ashes.

New power emerged in Lothar's body. He only killed two manticores but did not collect the experience to successfully reach the top level.

Rest, let them bleed again, and we will prepare for a counterattack.

Lothar regained his strength and set his sights on the battlefield.

As the time goes.

The intensity of the enemy's attack became weaker and weaker. They marched during the day and did not rest well at night.

Where can we support such a ferocious offensive?

Seeing that no progress had been made for a long time, Rauf also wanted to retreat and began to order the retreat horn to be blown.

It's time to give them the fatal blow.

Lothar stood at the top of the city and gave decisive orders.

At the city gate, the drawbridge was lowered.

The Varangian Guards, carrying two-handed axes, were the vanguard, and under the leadership of Hans, they attacked the enemy's retreating army.

Lothar brewed the dragon's breath, and when he approached the enemy's camp, he swept out like a giant sword in the hand of the God of Fire in an instant.

Flames raged.

Tragedy fills the land.

At the same time, behind the enemy camp, the sound of horse hooves was heard.

Jeanne, wearing silver armor, shouted: Young men, the time has come to beat up the drowned dog, come after me!

Jeanne was so excited, this was a good opportunity to pick heads!