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

That night.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark.

The crescent moon is obscured by dark clouds.

A light mist hangs over the harbor.

In the mansion of Turiados.

Lothar was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, playing with the rough arc-shaped cone in his hand. It had exquisite imprints on it, and there were runes carved in the corners that were probably people's names.

This is a new card draw reward, a horn.

The name is concise and concise, exactly the same as his five-star template skill - [Charge] Horn.

The effect is: When this horn is blown, the movement speed of all soldiers increases by 10%. The duration is five minutes and the cooldown time is one hour.

It has a similar effect to the Winged Cavalry's fleur-de-lis flag, but is obviously a bit different.

Lothar decided to give this thing to Ned Stark for use. Only as a military judge, he had the opportunity to observe the battle situation and decide to blow it at the right time.

Prajna wore a long black dress and walked into the room holding a pile of laundry: Where's Fulin?

I sent her to the port to keep watch. Jeanne is sitting in the military camp, and Chelinina is with Flynn.

branch?

Prajna wrinkled her straight and delicate nose. The moonlight filtered through the window, and her black hair fell down from the side of her flawless white face. There was a trace of disbelief in her eyes.

You want to do it now?

How is that possible? I'm not Teddy. I still know the seriousness of the matter.

Lothar laughed dryly and hugged her slim waist from behind.

Let me hold you for a while.

Prajna hesitated for a moment, then simply let him do what he did: Is it that easy to touch?

Um.

Lothar waited for a moment, then reluctantly pulled out her hand: Help me put on my armor. I have a hunch that there will be a fierce battle tonight.

Prajna straightened up his messy clothes and said Yeah without saying anything else.

Lothar was fully dressed, holding his helmet with one hand, waiting for Prajna to fasten the rope buckle of his cloak.

This kind of cloak is not the kind seen in movies and TV shows, which only has a long hem at the back and is only used for decoration.

It is more like a burqa. It is tied in front and can wrap most of the body in it. It can not only keep cold and warm, but also provide shade.

His expression suddenly changed slightly.

He looked up at the dark sky outside the window.

The keen sense of dragons in his blood made him realize that the black dragon was not far away from him.

coming soon?

Well, let's go.

He took a deep breath, and in the darkness, the golden dragon eyes flickered and dimmed.

…

Fringilla was sitting on the top of the port lighthouse. The blazing flames of the lamp made her cheeks blush slightly. She couldn't help but kowtow, with only a slit left in her eyes.

Don't sleep.

I didn't sleep!

Fringilla retorted stubbornly and stood up subconsciously.

boom--

Well - you hit my chin.

Sorry, Nina.

It's okay...but don't be so rash.

Chelinina rubbed her chin, she was completely unprepared for Flynn's sudden attack.

Why are you so sleepy? You obviously sleep every night.

It's just because I sleep every night that I feel sleepy.

She hugged Cellinina's arm, shook it slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and said ah, Cellinina also stuffed the chocolate bar in time.

She shook the iron box: Give it all to you. Don't sleep anymore. The task entrusted to us by adults is very important. We must not neglect our duties.

knew.

Fringilla opened the iron box and asked while eating: Will the enemy really come from the sea?

Cellinina looked at the empty sea filled with mist and said seriously: It should be like this. They will not leave the defense of the empty coast and choose to attack the tall city wall.

Then how long do we have to wait here?

Fringe crossed her legs and felt the warmth from the stove on top of the lighthouse, showing a sleepy expression - this feeling was like lying in front of a warm fireplace in winter, really sleepy.

I don't know, maybe I have to spend the whole night here tonight.

Cellinina opened the window, and the fresh sea breeze rushed towards her face: Come here to enjoy the breeze, and be more awake. The enemy this time may not be that simple.

She held the sword at her waist with one hand and her eyebrows were serious, like a general ready for battle at any time.

On the streets of Limassol, there are sentries holding torches every other section of the way.

On the city wall, city guards and town militia patrolled back and forth.

Turiados was wearing full armor and yawned a little tiredly. This fat-bellied, hedonistic Greek nobleman had been suffering a lot these days.

Someone murmured dissatisfiedly: How can it be like this? Those Franks are sleeping in the camp and letting us patrol the city walls, so they are not afraid that we will open the city and sell them.

It's obviously their battle, but why do we seem to be playing the protagonists?

Although I am willing to follow Her Majesty the Queen, these crusaders hired by Her Majesty do not look very reliable.

Oh, these damn Franks, my brother died in the battle with them. I really don't understand why the lord wants to cooperate with them?

The small voices of discussion seemed extremely clear in the stillness of the night.

Damn it, you won’t want to camp, right?

Thinking of this terrible possibility, Turiados shuddered, and his sleepiness was suddenly driven away.

He yelled: A bunch of idiots, don't you know who Isaac is? The Crusaders only want money, but he wants his life!

His eyes passed over the young faces illuminated by torches, with bright light and darkness.

I sneered in my heart, no matter how unreliable the Crusaders are, they are still better than you!

He thought again of the cavalrymen on the battlefield who had high hopes for them, but were defeated at the first touch.

Think it all over for me. I know that many of you hate those Franks, but I must remind you that now, we and them are both grasshoppers tied to a rope. Don't count on Isa The Turks and Cuman mercenaries under Ke's command will be generous to you.

Once the city is broken, Limassol will turn into a sea of ​​fire. All of you will fall under the butcher's knife. Your wives and daughters will be sold to Alexandria and serve as slaves to the Saracens. Your sons will be killed. Chosen to join the Mamluk camp, abandon the Father, and convert to the devil.”

He roared with anger: Cyprus may be big, but behind us is Limassol. We have no way to retreat. For the sake of our homeland, cheer up!

Under the call of Turiados, the city guards reluctantly boosted their morale.

This is the fact. Compared with Isaac, the Crusaders are more credible. At the very least, they can be said to have done nothing wrong with the civilians in the city these days.

…

now.

On the sea.

Small galleys with two-masted triangular sails hoisted and two densely packed rows of oars protruding from the lower deck were breaking through the mist and heading toward the port quickly.

Although they are small warships, each of them can carry one hundred and sixty oarsmen, with a total crew of two hundred people.

Early empires, as well as naval powers such as Genoa and Venice, all used citizens as oarsmen.

This allows their galley warships to exert more powerful combat power during boarding battles.

It's a pity that the current empire's navy, like the army, has used foreigners or even slaves as oarsmen on many battleships, and its combat effectiveness has plummeted.

Behind them were wide-bellied Kirk ships, loaded with fully armed soldiers. Since they were attacking from the sea, the nomadic cavalry of the Cumans and Turks only had bows and arrows and sabers.

Such a large-scale landing would definitely not be hidden from the city.

With the light of the lighthouse shining on the sea.

Soon, the rapid ringing of copper bells rang in the port.

The peasant and soldier brigade specially arranged by Lothar to garrison at the port began to form formations and defended themselves with the help of roadblocks arranged in advance on the traffic arteries.

With a loud bang.

The first battleship took advantage of the momentum and rushed ashore. The sailors and oarsmen on board, armed with sharp knives and small bucklers, rushed towards the position in a swarm.

Swish——

Bows and crossbows flew.

In this era, crossbows have begun to be equipped on a large scale, but the quality is often very poor and does not pose much of a threat to armor.

The town militiamen of Limassol City began to shoot at the sailors, who were only equipped with leather armor at most. They shot down all of them in the blink of an eye.

Bodies were trampled in the mud on the way to the charge.

Even the sea water turned red.

But as time passed, more and more of Isaac's soldiers came to the port.

Densely packed and black.

Just by listening to the dense collision of armor, you can tell how many troops are attacking the port in the darkness.

Turkic and Cuman soldiers who were good at bows and arrows began to shoot at the Limassol town militia hiding in private houses. Although the results were limited, they also suppressed the unscrupulous shooters.

Whoosh——

Almost at the same time.

More than a dozen Cuman riders, who acted as temporary archers, were shot to the ground.

The powerful arrows shot out of their bodies, leaving only the tails stuck in their chests.

The Condor Shooter?

The Cuman riders became alert and found bunkers one after another, no longer daring to stand and shoot unscrupulously.

This is Lothar's woodland archers showing off their power. They have excellent shooting skills. After Fringilla applied night vision and group blood waterfall to them, their combat effectiveness increased dramatically, and they were almost as good as the genuine woodland elf archers.

In this darkness, they are like the black god of death, harvesting the lives of enemies wantonly.

Especially those officers in the enemy team who are well-equipped and dressed significantly different from ordinary soldiers are their first targets.

In the sky.

Isaac sat on the back of the black dragon, and the specially made dragon saddle isolated the scorching scales.

The black shadow formed a solid figure behind him. No matter how the strong wind roared in the sky, it seemed to be nailed to the dragon's back and remained motionless.

Look, this city is still so orderly under the occupation of the enemy. Those Greeks, your subjects are resisting you, Isaac.

A bunch of rebels.

A ferocious smile appeared on Isaac's face: I will burn this city to the ground and let everyone know the consequences of betraying me.

Yes, that's what you should do. Punish rebellion and show your majesty to everyone. This is what an emperor should do.

The shadow laughed eerily.

A trace of disgust flashed in Isaac's eyes. It turns out that someone really laughs Jie Jie Jie. No, this thing can't be called a human being.

Heavenly Father!

Sooner or later I will get rid of you ugly monster!

He suppressed the disgust in his heart, rode the black dragon under his saddle, and dived towards the city.

Burn them!

The black dragon raised its head and let out a roar of pleasure.

In the huge bloody mouth full of ferocious fangs, dark black dragon flames condensed, followed closely, like a pillar of divine punishment falling from the sky, sweeping towards the city below with surging power.

So unscrupulous?

There was a trace of anger on Lothar's face. It would be difficult for him, even if he were an enemy, to burn down a city full of civilians.

This guy is indeed a tyrant and a madman.

In his body, the dragon blood of the earth dragon, the fusion monster, the sea dragon and the violent dragon were fully stimulated, like a river rushing through the blood vessels in his body.

Dense black scales spread from his chest until they covered his neck and cheeks.

The terrifying dragon power turned into a substantial dragon shadow, entrenched on the earth, and let out a roar of nothingness towards the wanton dragon beast in the sky.

He opened his mouth.

The terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding air to become distorted in an instant.

The next moment, a crimson scorching dragon's breath rose into the sky and collided with the deep black dragon flames falling from the sky.