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

At dawn, morning bells rang in the castle bell tower, startling a crowd of birds.

When Lothar woke up, what she saw was Prajna's white chin. She was leaning against the city wall, meditating with her eyes closed, and he was resting on her round and plump thighs... Even from this perspective of death, Prajna remained the same. very beautiful.

He stood up quietly. The blanket was soaked in the morning dew from the mountains and became thick and moist. Covering his body made his skin a little sticky.

Although she had tried her best to control the movement, Prajna was still awakened. In fact, she had not slept in the first place.

Morning.

Well, Jeanne last night.

What's wrong with her? Did she drink too much?

Jeanne has a very good drinking capacity. She drinks like water. If she hadn't had such a drinking capacity, she wouldn't have been drunk at such a critical moment. She has a bad personality, but she is by no means a person who doesn't know the importance of things.

fine.

Prajna thought for a while, but still didn't tell Lothar what she had talked about with Jeanne last night. She wouldn't admit it anyway, unless she was caught red-handed one day, and there was really no way to quibble.

Given her ability to perceive, the possibility of this is slim to none.

Moreover, she always felt that Jeanne might be hiding something. Although her expression seemed clueless, a woman's intuition in this regard still made her aware of something amiss.

It's hot in Texas, but the summit of Fort Wolf is an obvious exception.

Lothar lit a cigarette from the iron brazier suspended by a chain and looked at the camp in the mountain forest.

The expeditionary force had already cleared the woods around the camp, so it could be seen clearly from a high place. The silent camp had woken up. Many wolf warriors began to sort out their weapons and roast food on the campfire in preparation for the next step. attack.

I don’t know if they are confident or not, but the camp of the expeditionary force is not too far away from Fort Wolf. It is obviously within the attack range of the fortress cannon on the tower.

Giuliano was already patrolling the city wall with his sword. When he saw Lothar waking up, he walked into the room.

Good morning, Lord Lothar.

Good morning, Patriarch Giuliano.

Last night, I collected the coordinates and illustrations of several dragon beasts nearby.

Thank you.

Lothar thanked her sincerely. Although she might not be able to make it in time, it was better than nothing.

Waiting is always leisure.

Lothar opened a page of the illustrated book at random.

The first one that caught his eye shocked Lothar.

This dragon looks too abstract.

This is a rat dragon, with a slender neck like a swan and a head like a rat.

The description in the illustrated book is that this dragon's talent is a deceptive illusion that can distort other people's perceptions, producing a forced cognitive disorder similar to confusing a deer with a horse.

If you think about it carefully, if you choose a tree or a bird at random during a battle, it will produce miraculous effects. It is by no means a useless ability.

But the appearance was too ugly, and Lothar didn't want his future dragon incarnations to contain elements of this thing.

He looked down decisively.

Looking through the pages, I found that there are quite a lot of dragon-like creatures near Texas.

The New World was a wild paradise. The colonists who wanted to conquer the land just occupied this land, but they had neither the ability nor the will to carry out in-depth cultivation.

Until three o'clock in the morning, a new round of attack was not launched, not even a symbolic bombardment.

The two sides maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding, and no one took the lead.

On top of the city, the Texas wolf warriors who had been suffering for a long time yawned and complained: Those brats must be afraid, right?

We killed quite a few of them last night.

But our deaths are no less than theirs.

Ha, we have a humble life, but I feel it's worth it if we can exchange our lives with these noble nobles in the past.

That's what I say, but we don't have as many people as them.

What's the point? At the worst, we'll die. We can overthrow those high-ranking old wolves to the ground. Even if it's as insignificant as spitting on them, it'll be satisfying enough.

Someone lamented: You were born in Iberia, so you don't know how they treated us wanderers.

If you are a pure blood, you are still eligible to join a family and be a dog for them, but if you are a mixed blood, or a homeless person who has been expelled, it is impossible to find a way to survive in Italy. It belongs to the wolf clan, but it does not belong to the wolf clan. us.

Lothar was in a trance listening to the chatter of the wolf warriors not far away.

Giuliano may be a careerist, but careerist is not necessarily a derogatory term.

Princes, generals, and ministers would rather have their own kind. This is unimaginable in the Western world where the theory of blood is deeply rooted. In the East, there is also a model of grassroots counterattack like Zhu Yuanzhang. However, in Europe, there is almost no mention that the king was born from a commoner or even a serf. This class rises to the top.

Damn it, my joints are aching, I guess it's an old injury coming back.

The speaker was a middle-aged wolf. He didn't look very old, but the vicissitudes of life on his face could not be deceived. The wolves had a long lifespan, and perhaps they were already very old among mortals. At the age of forty, in the He can only be considered a middle-aged man among the wolves.

Don't your old bones only hurt when it rains heavily? Although I also look forward to those bastards being soaked like drowned dogs, but today's weather doesn't look like it's going to rain at all.

Indeed, the sky is clear now and there is no sign of rain at all.

May Heavenly Father bless us.

Ha, how could Heavenly Father protect people like us?

If Lady Jeanne is willing to protect us, Heavenly Father is willing.

Yes, Ms. Jeanne is a saint. She is willing to help us. Heavenly Father must also be willing to help us.

The wolf warriors laughed and talked about their Heavenly Father, and there was obviously no respect in their tone.

Why are you in a daze? Be alert. Those brats may attack at any time.

Well, I just hope Monica is okay.

That little girl is just an ordinary person. No matter how crazy these bastards are, they will not touch the sheep easily.

I hope so.

I was originally thinking of proposing to her this Christmas.

Ha, I remember that the first time you went to her house as a guest, you got a slap from her father. That's a good girl. She will be fine.

There was a hint of melancholy on the face of the wolf youth.

It is different from focusing on pure blood and trying to continuously create advanced wolves with the ability to transform into werewolves.

The wolves in the New World never pay attention to these things because their bloodline is inherently mixed.

Old John was hit by that shell yesterday, and not even his body was left behind.

May he rest in peace.

He will definitely rest in peace. Not only is Heavenly Father on our side, but the generals behind the scenes of death are also on our side. Do you dare to ask Ms. Prajna what the world looks like in the eyes of the dead? Old John was blown away If it’s so broken, will the soul really not be affected?”

I can not.

What are you afraid of? I heard that Ms. Prajna is quite easy to talk to.

But there is a man of unknown origin beside her, and even the clan leader is very respectful to him.

Not long after he finished speaking, a harsh buzzing sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of falling shells.

boom.

A fierce fire exploded on the city wall.

The enemy, who had been silent for a long time, finally launched an attack again.

Where are our cannons?

We have few guns, and we are still in a fixed position. There is no way to move it. Those bastards can shoot so accurately, so we can't fire easily.

What the hell, then we just let them bomb us without fighting back?

if not?

The feeling of being bombarded was terrible. Everyone leaned down and hid behind the city wall, but they all knew that the city wall could not withstand such shelling. If they were hit at close range, they would at least be seriously injured.

Be careful, they are coming!

Fringilla's reminder sounded in the ears. This voice sounded in the ears of every soldier defending the city almost at the same time. Even with the roar of artillery fire, it was still clearly transmitted into the mind.

Snapped--

A hook caught the edge of the city wall, and then a huge black werewolf jumped up and fell into the city wall.

There are many assassins in the wolf clan.

Because assassins are the best way to resolve disputes for the Two Sicilian Wolf Clan who are in constant gang conflicts. If they concentrate on sneaking and use the cover of artillery fire, it is not difficult to climb the city wall.

This is not much different from last night's night attack, because for the wolves, they can see clearly whether it is night or dark.

boom--

The middle-aged wolf who just spoke had his neck broken by a slap from a brown-haired werewolf. His head was tilted to one side, and he died cleanly. Lothar glanced at Prajna subconsciously, wanting to ask on his behalf what the world was like in the eyes of the dead. What does it look like.