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

The red and black light pillars collided with each other in the sky and continued to disappear.

The same high temperature, the two dragon breaths belonging to the same giant dragon, seemed to be incompatible with each other, with the ferocity of wanting to devour each other and chew them to pieces, desperately trying to suppress each other.

With the blessing of the [Lord of the Volcanoes], Lothar's dragon breath power is no longer weaker than that of the Tyrannical Dragon.

Even though the black dragon was condescending, it did not gain any advantage at all.

And as time went by, the crimson color began to swallow up the deep black color, pushing toward the sky.

Night sky.

Heat waves hit my face.

There was a look of disbelief on Isaac's face.

He has a dragon too?

The black dragon's eyes were full of surprise and anger. It vibrated its wings desperately to increase the output power of its magic power.

There is no such thing as a harmonious relationship between dragons of the same sex. It knows that it has broken into the other party's territory, and what awaits it will be an endless battle.

Unless it retreats immediately, the owner on its back will obviously not agree.

He also has a dragon, what should you do?

The black shadow let out a harsh sneer.

Your black dragon doesn't look like its opponent. After all, it's just a black dragon, not an advanced dragon like the copper-horned red dragon. Do you want to make another deal with me?

Isaac's face was filled with anger.

How could he have a dragon too?

You already knew that, right?

You want me to beg you so that I can become your puppet step by step?

The shadow is silent.

Isaac didn't see its expression - couldn't tell.

But in his mind, he must be smiling mockingly at him.

I tell you, it's impossible. I would rather die here than be your puppet!

He yelled like crazy, venting his fear.

The black shadow said mockingly: Okay! You are really brave. Give me freedom or give me death. Then let me see if you have the courage you say you have or if you really have it.

The black shadow disappeared like the wind.

But Isaac knew that it was still following him like a shadow.

On the city wall.

Seeing this series of terrifying light pillars, Turiados was stunned for a while.

Is this what you rely on to have the confidence to defeat a black dragon?

It's a power that is both awesome and disgusting.

Turiados was a little scared.

Fortunately, he didn't use this kind of magic fire to burn my army. Fortunately, I didn't resist to the end.

only…

Father in Heaven, why is there such a being with extraordinary power in this world? And why does it get involved in secular struggles?

He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and urgency in his heart.

Block the magic gold!

You must collect enough magic-blocking gold. Even if you don't need it for a while, you still have to have it!

The dragon's flames illuminated the entire city of Limassol as bright as day.

Women, children and young children hiding in their own homes were trembling and hugging each other.

In my ears, the shouts of killing came from the port, the collision of weapons, and the wails of the dying were getting closer and closer.

Heavenly Father, Holy Mary above, please bless our husband and father to survive this disaster.

People prayed devoutly.

It was an unmitigated disaster for all Limassolites.

But whether they are willing or not, the pace of war will not stop at all.

Renault held a large shield and stood behind a fence made of horses, thorns, wooden boxes and other objects.

After a cursory sweep, I could see that there were black heads everywhere under the high slope.

By the sudden illumination of dragon flames in the sky.

He clearly saw the pagan helmets with tassels on them, as well as the alien faces that were very different from them.

Go to hell! Damned infidels!

He followed the posture required in the drill, standing down, holding the spear in his backhand, and stabbed it downwards.

The sharp spear pierced the enemy's neck from the side, and blood splashed out like a fountain. This was a dark-skinned Turkic barbarian with a fierce scar on his face.

Even with such serious fatal injuries, he still stared at him fiercely like a vicious wolf.

Renault was frightened and was a little stunned.

This was the first time he had participated in such a close and fierce battle. Hot blood spattered on his face, causing him to subconsciously raise his sleeves to wipe it away.

Hey, brat, don't be distracted!

The old peasant soldier nimbly used his shield to knock over a Turkic soldier who was trying to climb over the fence, and also knocked down a Greek soldier who raised his butcher knife and slashed at Renault's neck to the ground.

The iron boots swarming behind them had no room to worry about them. In the blink of an eye, these two people were like gravel thrown into the sea, unable to make a splash.

Ha, this is the second one. If there is another one, I will become a knight. When the time comes, I will marry a beautiful wife who will make you brats cry.

The old peasant soldiers were extremely skilled in combat and could deal with the enemies in front of them with ease.

But there are too many enemies.

Even if they had the advantage at the intersection, except for the Earl's Guard as a reserve force, all the Crusaders' military strength was devoted to the brutal battlefield like a meat grinder.

The remaining veterans guarded the most important line of defense. The corpses left in front of the fence had submerged the traps laid on the ground and piled up into a slope leading upward.

Heavy javelin!

shouted the centurion.

The veterans who were skilled in combat immediately took out their only heavy javelin.

The heavy javelins used by the ancient empire legions once again crossed the long river of history, and their iconic square shields with eagle emblems formed an insurmountable obstacle.

The javelins were like rain, carrying heavy force, piercing the enemy's shield and penetrating into the flesh and blood of the enemy behind.

This specially made heavy javelin has a very fragile connection between the metal head and the wooden shaft. Once it is hit, it will easily break.

This makes it impossible for the enemy to pull out the javelin and throw it back to the remaining veterans.

Just like that, as time goes by.

The enemy's first wave of offensive was forced back.

But they only took a short rest before regrouping and charging towards the defense lines of the remaining veterans.

Such a chaotic and high-intensity battle quickly made the fledgling peasants and soldiers feel tremendous pressure.

If it weren't for the knights of the order who were constantly commanding, taking the lead in killing the enemy, and boosting morale, there would have been a rout.

Saint Gabriel, for the glory of the Father, kill all these heretics.

High-pitched shouts rang out from the crowd.

It was as if the true God had appeared.

The peasants and soldiers suddenly found that their energy, which was almost exhausted, once again glowed with new vitality, and once again pushed back the enemy who was at the end of his strength.

They cheered.

Heavenly Father is watching us, these infidels are no match for us!

In the name of my father, in the name of Count Lothar, let them never come back!

This is certainly not a manifestation of Heavenly Father.

It was the group gain spell in the blood magic that Fringilla cast, which was cast at the most appropriate time, not only turning the tide of the battle, but also greatly boosting morale.

Cellinina frowned slightly, her double blades had just cut off the head of a Greek general.

Even the splattered blood couldn't touch her clothes, but she stopped what she was doing and didn't continue.

For her, mortals were still too fragile.

During these days in Limassol, if Lothar's order had not prohibited it, she would actually have preferred to carry out a solo assassination mission against Isaac.

But Lothar thought it was too dangerous and stopped it.

The retinue was not immortal. Even if she could be reborn from nirvana like the Tyrannosaurus, the variables involved were too great, and Lothar was unwilling to let her take this risk.

Isaac is just a small stumbling block in Lothar's long life, and is far from being a life-or-death enemy.

Fu Lin, protect yourself, I'm going to help you.

Like a beautiful ghost, she left such words in Fringilla's ears and disappeared into the night.

Fulin said Hey and had no time to stop her, so she could only continue to gain benefits to the soldiers.

I, the majestic princess of the Blood Palace, have mastered a bunch of destructive spells, but I end up here using group buffs on these secular soldiers?

She felt that the killing efficiency of these ordinary soldiers was not as effective as her explosive group spell.

But now, it is obviously not the time for her to be willful.

The war has already reached a fever pitch.

The king has faced off against the king, but the real hand of victory lies with the generals.

At this time, a desolate horn sounded between heaven and earth.

Ned Stark, standing in the most conspicuous place, blew the charge horn.

Iron hoofs trample the stone slabs.

Like war drums.

The flying black cross and double-headed eagle flags on a white background were fluttering in the hands of the knights of the Order holding lances.

They wore various helmets, and their white robes fluttered in the wind. Like midnight ghosts, they crashed into the enemies huddled together on the pier at a terrifying speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Jeanne took the lead, and with her as the spearhead, the knights rampaged and killed among the enemies wantonly.

Blood soaked the beachhead.

Steel and flesh formed a terrifying, life-devouring meat grinder in the port.