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

You have acquired a special skill of the Dragonborn Evil Spirit: [Immortal Dragon Soul]

Skill description: Your soul is nourished by the blood of the Dragonborn, its strength is greatly increased, your resistance to attacks from the spiritual level is greatly increased, and your mental power growth rate will be moderately increased.

Your Dragonborn bloodline awakening level reaches half, and you gain the special skill [Half-Dragon Transformation].

You can fully stimulate the dragon blood in your body in a short period of time, allowing you to grow various dragon organs. All dragon-born skills and personal attributes will be greatly improved.

The harvest is not small.

Lothar felt the blood power boiling in his body. The powerful mental power tamed these manic powers, slowly reined them in, and calmed them down.

If the dragonborn's awakening level had not reached half, it was only a physical change, but now, even his soul is tainted with a trace of the dragon's aura.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

Next, the difficulty for him to maintain his original cognition will be greatly increased, but the speed of mental power growth will also be greatly accelerated due to the [Immortal Dragon Soul], it depends on who is faster than the other.

The war is over.

The Crusaders began counting their casualties and calculating their losses.

The Teutonic Knights and the Guardian Knights of the Order of Saint Lazarus suffered minimal losses. When the battle was at its most anxious, they launched an attack from the flanks with thunderous momentum.

The enemy offered little effective defense.

But the 800 peasant soldiers of the Black Eagle Flag Corps suffered extremely heavy losses.

Military Judge Ned roughly counted at least three hundred lives lost in the port of Limassol City, but the victory achieved was at least ten times more.

Only a small number of the surviving enemies were evacuated by boat.

There were more than 2,000 prisoners alone. They were held at sword point by the town militiamen and put into prisons. There were even more casualties. There were corpses floating everywhere on the beach and on the sea. Even the sea water was dyed blood red.

The order's field doctors constantly shuttled across the battlefield to treat injured soldiers.

Some people just looked at them briefly and ignored them. There were too many injured people, and the number of doctors was limited. They could bandage and treat the slightly injured themselves, but there was no difference between treating the seriously injured or not.

Only those soldiers whose injuries are in the middle range can receive the most appropriate treatment.

The old peasant soldier is dying.

This old guy, who was skilled in combat skills and had once served as a company captain with Count Leonard, was accidentally hit by a stray arrow in the gap between his scales.

From the side, penetrate into the chest.

This is how it is on the battlefield. Arrows don't have eyes. Even the supreme monarch may fall to his death because of a horseshoe.

Renault hugged the old peasant soldier, his eyes red.

Since he joined the Black Eagle Flag Troop, his words have offended many of his colleagues. If it hadn't been for the help of the old peasant soldiers several times, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

You brat, I have accumulated thirty enemy heads.

A series of blood foam overflowed from the old peasant soldier's mouth, and his face turned pale: Call Lord Ned for me. I have something to tell him.

Renault quickly shouted at the top of his lungs to Ned, who was looking exhausted.

Lord Ned, I'm about to die.

The old peasant soldier took hold of Ned's hand.

Ned's face was slightly moved. The old peasant soldier was his right-hand man. In the military camp, he was very optimistic about this old peasant soldier and he would be promoted to an officer in the future.

But he never thought that he would fall here.

He comforted: If you die for the great cause of the Crusaders, you will surely ascend to heaven.

I don't care about that, Lord Ned. I am dead, but my achievements cannot be erased.

The old peasant soldier pointed at Renault: This is my godson. I want him to inherit the merits I have accumulated. As for whether he will be a winged cavalry or a mounted cavalry, it depends on him.

There was a look of surprise on Renault's face and he opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Ned said sternly: No problem, the earl will not mistreat any meritorious official, nor will he erase anyone's meritorious service. Leave this matter to me, don't worry.

Renault's eyes were red: Why are you so nice to me?

I once had a son, he was also named Renault. If he had been a kind and generous lord like the Earl, he would not have starved to death.

I'm going to see him.

The old peasant soldier's voice became weaker and weaker, and he loosened his grip on Renault weakly.

Lothar returns from the battlefield.

He looked a little tired. In fact, the loss to him in the battle was not great. What made him feel most exhausted was the huge loss of the peasants and soldiers.

Although, it is impossible to hone an elite force without going through a great battle.

But the brutality of this battle was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The coat of arms in the collar lights up.

Anna sent a timely communication.

how's it going?

Lothar's tone was a little tired: We have won the battle, Isaac has been crowned, and the enemy has suffered heavy losses. You can send troops over to recover Cyprus.

He briefly described the process.

I didn't expect Isaac to be bewitched by an evil spirit?

King Seleucus is another antique from more than a thousand years ago.

Even the old gods have left a lot of remnants in this world. It's really nothing unusual about an evil spirit. But the fact that it is a dragonborn makes people feel rare.

The giant dragons in this world are different from those described in fantasy novels, which are almost the same as the dragons that have no reproductive isolation among any living creatures.

Although there are also all kinds of strange dragons.

But reproduction is difficult.

Many dragons could not bear any offspring and died. Instead, their corpses were devoured by wild beasts, and many new dragons were born.

Lothar was a little surprised and said: Can dragons and humans actually produce offspring?

When he thought of a giant beast facing a soft woman... he had only seen this kind of scene in some heavy-flavored anime in Sandy District.

Anna couldn't help laughing and said: What nonsense are you talking about? Beasts can become dragons by devouring dragon blood, and the same goes for humans... Strictly speaking, anyone who drinks dragon blood potion can be considered a member of the dragonborn.

Lothar was slightly startled. It seemed that he had gone astray. The dragonborn that Seleucus mentioned was probably not the same thing as him.

If the dragonborn keeps devouring dragon blood, can he also become a giant dragon? Just like those beasts?

Of course. Otherwise, where would there be so many strange dragon species?

Anna chuckled and said: This is also the reason why everyone can only drink one dragon blood potion. Otherwise, if you drink too much, you may be infected by dragon blood and become a beast that loses its humanity.

Furthermore, the compatibility between humans and dragon blood is not as high as that of some powerful beasts. No matter how much dragon blood is swallowed, it is difficult to become a violent dragon, a powerful mid-level dragon species like a black dragon.

Losa, have you decided when to return to Constantinople with me to meet with Her Majesty the Queen?