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

boom--

The fortress cannon on top of the tower roared again.

The entire Wolfsburg was trembling, and the white crystal was drained out in an instant, forming a white mist that covered the entire tower.

The tall wolf in a black woolen coat burst onto the city wall and transformed into a huge, muscular gray werewolf. He quickly dodged a Texan. The crossbow arrow fired by the Silang tribe swept it down the city with one slap.

At the right time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight shone on the top of the city, illuminating all the black hair on his body.

This was an extremely strong werewolf, with bulging muscles and a height of over three meters.

It's a big fish.

Jeanne's voice came clearly.

As expected, they are a rebellious clan. Even if they associate with a group of low-blooded wanderers, they actually get involved with the people of the Holy Church.

Where is that old guy Giuliano? Let him kneel in front of me immediately. I will put in a good word for your Basilicata family to the Wolf Lord. We are both an ancient bloodline that has been passed down for thousands of years and should not be cut off like this.

The werewolf spoke human words with a calm demeanor.

Lothar stretched out his hand and stroked the shining cross sword, and a string of flames immediately burst out from it, and the sword turned red, exuding a scorching halo.

The threat that this werewolf brought to him was extremely strong, making him feel that even if he dealt with it with all his strength, he might still be killed instantly by him.

The blood waterfall made his heart beat faster and faster. He was almost desperately squeezing the power of his blood, so much so that before Lothar could transform into a half-dragon, pieces of dragon scales began to grow from his heart.

The werewolf twitched his nose and sneered: It's not just people from the Holy Church, but also Dragonborn. I thought things like you had disappeared over time. It's a pity that you are a little guy who has not grown up.

The werewolf kicked the ground with both feet, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

His speed seemed to have exceeded the limit that Lothar could capture with the dual assistance of vision and mental power, even compared with Cellinina's heyday before reaching the full level.

But Cellinina's speed was achieved at the expense of her other attributes.

The werewolf in front of him was definitely not low in strength and stamina.

Lothar didn't look at Jeana, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. The dragon's power mixed with the pressure of his dark lord, formed a slender black dragon behind him.

The terrifying pressure belonging to the dark lord that came towards him caused the werewolf's originally smooth movements to freeze for a moment - although it was only a moment, in a battle of this level, one moment was enough to determine the outcome.

The tip of the holy spear penetrated its chest.

The powerful defense power that the werewolf is proud of is as fragile as paper when faced with the Holy Spear, an artifact that is specially designed to restrain dark creatures.

Kungunir?

There was a hint of disbelief on the werewolf's face. At this point, not to mention that Jeanne was only wearing a mask. Even if she was wrapped into a mummy, it was absolutely impossible for him not to be able to tell her identity.

Knight of Glory!

The werewolf let out a roar full of anger and fear, turned around and ran away.

He felt as if there was a civil war in the Mouse Kingdom, and the result was that the Mouse invited cats to help out.

How could the Glory Knight be in the same camp as the dark creatures?

At his wound, the remaining holy light turned into holy flames, constantly burning his body.

But he couldn't care about anything at the moment. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, the terrifying reputation of the Knight of Light among dark creatures, the effect exerted at this moment was even better than the darkness that Lothar really possessed. Lord pressure.

If you have ready-made skills or talents, there is a high probability that when facing the dark creatures in the world of yesterday's giant ships, once you say your name, most of the dark creatures can immediately flee.

This werewolf obviously didn't realize that Jeanne's strength was not at its peak.

The giants of dark creatures who had fallen under the holy spear of the Glory Knight had made him lose his most basic judgment.

Holy!

Jeanne clasped her hands together, the holy spear hanging above her head.

It's Kungunir, the surefire gun!

The werewolf turned around and ran away, only to feel a strong stinging pain in his back, and a sense of danger that the end was approaching. When he thought of the legendary holy spear, he still didn't realize that he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

In the air, mottled golden light spots continued to converge towards the holy spear in Jeanne's hand. This sure-hit gun actually had drawbacks. For example, every time it struck, although it was sure to hit, it could only kill one person.

If the enemy is smart and finds a human shield for himself, he can be exempted from this damage.

But things are different now.

Because the holy spear is stained with the blood of the werewolf and guided by the remaining holy flames in the opponent's body, there is almost no chance of missing with this blow - it is a sure hit!

The dazzling golden light instantly cut through the sky, igniting the bright golden light in the darkness.

The werewolf's screams became more and more shrill under the burning of the holy flames, until they were burned to ashes by the blazing holy light.

With this blow, Jeanne's identity could no longer be concealed, but the possibility of ambushing the Ripper was very low. Being able to deal with such a big fish was not a loss.

How are you?

Lothar asked.

Jeanne thought about it and said: Fortunately, 30% of my strength has been consumed. I have to take a good rest. Next time a strong enemy comes, I should stand up and support myself.

Okay, just leave it to me.

If Lothar uses all his means now, his strength will be higher than that of the Centurion, especially the dragon flames blessed by the double volcano divinity.

If it were him, after transforming into a half-dragon, even if he couldn't defeat the wolves with the same intensity just now, he would still be able to resist for a while.

His large-scale destructive spell is definitely a killer move in a city defense battle.

Which family are you from?

The werewolf opposite looked at Hans with a puzzled expression.

The wolf clan is very sensitive to blood. Whether it is a lowly person or a high-level wolf clan with inheritance, he can tell almost instantly. In his eyes, Hans is obviously a pure-blood werewolf, but he does not belong to any known wolf clan. of prominent families.

Hans didn't reply. He didn't know which family he belonged to. The family to which the wolf bloodline inherited from the wolf blood potion belonged should have been extinct long ago.

And to be honest, this bloodline is not very noble among the wolves. At the very least, it is definitely not as noble as Chelinina.

never mind.

No matter which family you belong to, anyone who dares to disobey the Wolf Lord will go to hell.

Sharp claws popped out from the werewolf's fingertips, and he suddenly rushed towards Hans.

Hans's body twisted and swelled, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a silver-gray werewolf, fighting with the black werewolf from the Yaxi family opposite.

This is like a werewolf civil war without any fancy.

Compared with those unfounded werewolves in the medieval world who fought like wild beasts without any rules, this Yaxian wolf still used frequent tricks even in his werewolf state.

He threw Hans over his shoulder and threw him away. With a sneer on his lips, he crashed into the arms of Hans who had just climbed up. The stormy offensive made Hans stunned for a moment. He could only parry, there was no room for counterattack.

A sharp blade made of blood suddenly appeared behind the werewolf's neck.

The werewolf struck with an elbow without looking back, knocking back Coors behind him. At the same time, his bloody blade also left a scar filled with corrosive magic on his neck.

The werewolf touched the scar on his neck, with a grin on his face: It's interesting.

Behind him, there was strong wind again.

A blue-gray werewolf jumped up and knocked the Yaxian werewolf away.

He stood up straight and said with a serious expression: Be careful, this is Sennong from the Yaxi family, a very powerful centurion. It is said that he once massacred an entire human town. Let's join forces to deal with him.