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

Violent shelling sounded in the distance.

The shock wave was like a storm, destroying all the buildings and rocks on the shore. Tons of soil were thrown into the air, and the deafening sound seemed to tear open people's eardrums.

A young man with blue-gray animal ears and a wolf tail was supporting a wounded man covered in blood. He kept complaining: Batista, you bastard, do you really think you are a hero?

Batista swallowed the bloody saliva and forced a smile: Alita is a very cute kid. She politely calls me Uncle Batista every time she sees me.

I just bought you off with just a word of uncle?

We can't let the little girl scream in vain, right?

Batista felt the loud noise coming from behind him and struggled and said: Boss, please leave quickly. The group is about to land. You can't run fast with me.

Cut the nonsense!

The young man frowned. He was a dignified man. Not to mention one person, even two or three more people could carry him as fast as he could. However, Batista was a seriously injured person. He was hit by a cannonball just now when he was rescuing the little human girl on the shore. The aftermath flew out.

That was the aftermath of the naval gun. If it affected ordinary people, they would definitely be shocked to death on the spot.

But even if Batista is a wolf known for his physical strength, he is still seriously injured. If he goes back all the way, he may die before he can reach Wolfburg.

Hans, go help me.

Who? Who's there!

The young man suddenly looked towards the place where the voice came from in the distance.

Mordak, it's me.

A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice, accompanied by Basilicata's iconic long blue-gray hair, appeared on the wolf girl not far away.

Little miss?

Moldak's face was full of disbelief: It's really you?

Chelinina said hmm.

Moldak had still not recovered from the shock, and his face was full of joy: Nina, you are so tall and so beautiful. You are a big girl. I almost don't recognize you.

Chelinina frowned and said: Now is not the time to talk about this. How many casualties have this round of shelling caused to you? Are there any wounded that can be rescued?

Cellinina didn't know Batista. The Basilicata family was not a prosperous family to begin with. After being diluted by a large number of wandering wolves in Texas, Cellinina met many people. I know it, it’s completely normal.

Mordak said quickly: There are no wounded. There are only a few people in the family here. This kid is just trying to be a hero. Otherwise, we can evacuate safely before the enemy's bombardment.

Lothar thought thoughtfully: It seems that the Yaksi is just clearing the way for the landing. Regardless of whether there is an enemy ambush or not, it is definitely right to launch a round of shelling first. This shows that the enemy commander is a very good person. Cautious people.”

Mordak continued: Yes, looking at the power of this cannonball, one shot will probably consume two white crystals. Except for the British and French who occupy several important white crystal producing areas, it is rare to see anyone Such a waste.

Although Basilicata is also one of the Twelve Wolf Clans, one of the top ones, in terms of financial resources, the top six five families combined are probably far behind the one who has ruled the wolf tribe for thousands of years. The Yaksi family.

The so-called co-governance of the twelve wolf clans, if the wolf clan is compared to a joint-stock company, the total shares of the other eleven families are at most 49.9.

Chelinina asked doubtfully: You seem to have anticipated the enemy's attack?

Moldak seemed to have remembered something and said quickly: By the way, there were three women who said they were your friends some time ago. They brought important news that the army sent by the old wolf clan was about to arrive. We have already prepared for war. It’s been almost a month.”

Lothar and others looked happy.

It turns out that Prajna and the others were directly relocated to the New World. No wonder they didn't encounter it in Saluzzo - this is definitely a good thing. Responding hastily and being prepared for a long time are definitely two different concepts.

Yes, they are my friends, and so are these three.

It's an honor to meet you all. Let me take you back to Wolfburg first, Nina. We haven't seen you for so many years. The patriarch will be very happy to see you.

When it came to Giuliano, Cellinina looked slightly cold, whispered Yeah and didn't answer any more.

After passing through the reinforced city wall of Fort Wolf, Giuliano, who had already received the news, was directing his men to fill the barrel of the cannon with white crystal. This thing was actually the product of processed white crystal minerals.

Texas has not mastered this technology, and it would be useless if it did. The mineral producing areas are all in the hands of Britain and France.

The processed white crystal is a very unstable flammable and explosive material, so it needs to be moved to the independent turret of the castle when the war is about to begin.

The position of the turret is also very particular. Not only does it have a very wide range of fire, it can cover most of the area directly in front of the castle. If it is hit by the artillery of the Wolf Clan Expeditionary Force, the resulting explosion will not threaten the city wall and other parts of the city. a key defense node.

Jeanne looked at Giuliano's orderly command and couldn't help but praise: Mr. Giuliano is really a good commander. I am ashamed to say that I have no experience in dealing with firearms.

Ma'am, you're just inexperienced.

The opponents of Jeanne and the Holy Knights are often dark creatures with no technological trees to speak of. In the Hundred Years War between England and France, they faced early artillery that was not much more powerful than a trebuchet.

Giuliano looked at Fringilla next to Jeanne and said sincerely: Your Highness Fringilla has worked hard during this period.

Fringilla said nonchalantly: It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm quite bored when Sir and Nina are not around. Drawing some formations is just for fun.

During this period, relying on the support of the Texas Wolf Clan at all costs, she held a large amount of rare materials and arranged a giant blood magic circle around Fort Wolf. With her presiding over it, she was able to exert far greater strength than she usually did. .

It took a month and used a lot of precious materials. It was definitely two different concepts from the blood array that was hastily arranged before the war and only used the blood of wild beasts at most.

Fringilla vowed that she would wash away the shame of being easily torn apart by the tyrannical dragon relying on the volcanic divinity of the formation she had originally set up.

Thank you to the three people who are willing to take huge risks to help the Wolf Federation resist the enemy's invasion. On behalf of all the members of the Wolf Federation, I would like to express my gratitude to the three of them.

Giuliano thanked him again with all sincerity.

If you really want to thank me, just thank your daughter.

Jeanne smiled and said: Although we have gotten along pretty well during this period, you have also shown me that this so-called 'new wolf tribe' is indeed much more advanced than your compatriots in Italy.

But if it weren't for Cellinina, I wouldn't be interested in getting to know you.

Giuliano was silent for a moment and said bitterly: I understand.

snort.

Fringilla glanced sideways at Giuliano. She still didn't even have the slightest favorable impression of this old guy.

She and Giuliano are completely different people. The latter may sacrifice everything for his ideals, beliefs, or so-called change, even at the expense of his own loved ones.

She would never be like that.

Even if the Blood Royal Court was about to be destroyed, if Lothar or Chelinina were offered in exchange, she would refuse without hesitation.

Fringilla cared about very few people, so she cherished these few people very much.

I'm going to check the magic circle. Silly Prajna, please come with me!

In front of outsiders, Fringilla still gave Prajna dignity as the Ghost Tribe General. If it wasn't for her foul mouth, she would never call her a big fool.

Go on your own, I want to go somewhere else.

Prajna rejected Fringilla's invitation. During this time, she saw a lot of new things in Texas, some of which were similar to what was written in the book, and some of which were completely different from what was written in the book.

This gave her a different kind of freshness.

No matter how interesting the world pieced together from other people's books is, it is not what I have experienced.

So, you still have to experience more and see more before you can write a good story, right?

With this thought in mind, she walked towards the bottom of the tower. When she came to a corner, her eyes glanced at a wolf youth who was greeting her in a somewhat reserved manner, and she frowned slightly.

The wolf youth said Ah and asked with a red face: Ms. Prajna, is there something wrong with me?

Over this period of time, the wolves in Texas all knew Prajna's taciturn temperament, and they also knew how to read some of her micro-expressions.

Prajna shook his head.

She looked at the back of the young man who turned around and left three times, and sighed softly. She saw a strong sense of death in the young man, which meant that he would most likely die in the battle to defend Fort Wolf. .

Also normal.

This battle must be extremely tragic. Anyone can die, even she, as a heavily armored iron guard, is no exception. However, their death in the combat record world does not mean real death.

Thinking of this, Prajna couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his heart.

When walking down the city wall.

She saw a group of wolf boys and girls being led into a carriage by a horned man, preparing to evacuate Wolfsburg. They were all underage wolves with limited combat power, but they were the fuel of the new wolf clan.

If the Wolf Federation is destroyed, they may be reborn carrying the will of the new wolf clan.

It may also be that the edges and corners have been gradually smoothed out over the years of wandering around.

No matter which one it is, it should be a wonderful story.

Prajna thought like this, and then he saw the young man who once gave him flowers, waving to him with a red face and shouting: Sister, can we meet again in the future?

Next to him were children who also wanted to ask but were too embarrassed to ask, so they had to encourage their peers to ask.

There was no response, of course.

Prajna still looked at them expressionlessly.

Kadozu smiled at the somewhat disappointed children: You all know Ms. Prajna's temperament. It's not that she hates you, she just treats everyone like this.

Just as he was talking, Kadozu suddenly saw the children looking in the direction behind him with surprise on their faces.

He followed the children's gaze.

The woman with black hair and skin as white as snow was standing at the last step of the stone steps, waving to them with a smile.

Sister smiled at us!

The children cheered as if they had won a battle.

They don't quite understand what this war actually means.

I just know that my beautiful sister’s smile is so touching.

Kakutou covered his chest, feeling a little out of breath.

Oops, this is a heart-pounding feeling!