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

On the tower protruding from the city wall, only Lothar and some remnants of the Texas wolf clan were left. Blood and mutilated limbs were everywhere. The howls of wolves and the angry shouts of humans intertwined into a symphony of death.

Although Prajna defeated his opponent, the battle was far from over.

Fighting was taking place almost everywhere on the walls of Wolfsburg. The enemy's dual advantages in quantity and quality forced Giuliano, who was in command, to send all the reserve troops on the battlefield except his own personal guards.

At this time.

Dozens of werewolves with different fur colors jumped onto the city wall. They were obviously the new force reserved by the expeditionary force. At this critical moment, they appeared on an already crumbling defense line.

The commander of the expeditionary force, who was paying attention to the battlefield situation from a distance, frowned. These lowly people and rebellious people were surprisingly resilient. It obviously looks like it is about to collapse, but it always manages to remain in a shaky state.

He was forced to increase his troops several times, but Giuliano was obviously taking charge of the overall situation. Whenever the defense line was about to be breached, he would always send a fresh force to block the gap and bring the situation back to a shaky state.

It's time to call it a day, Giuliano, I don't believe you have any fighting force left.

The commander of the expeditionary force ordered the soldiers to blow the horn. Before the war began, the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves was extremely disparate.

In the first night's raid, the expeditionary force and the Texas Wolf Tribe suffered similar losses.

The difference is that several centurions died in the expeditionary force.

During the battle just now, more than ten centurions were lost. As a result, half of the top combat power of the entire expeditionary force was actually consumed, which can be said to be a serious loss of vitality.

Nowadays, these dozens of elite pure-blooded wolves are really the most powerful force in the expeditionary force.

The sense of oppression caused by dozens of pure-blood wolves charging at the same time is extremely terrifying. These burly wolves with an average height of three meters are definitely not something that weary troops like Texas can stop. have to.

Come on, old guys, it's our turn.

Giuliano sighed and looked at the dozen or so wolf warriors in the personal guard.

Clan leader, do you want to come too?

It's time to fight hard.

Giuliano said solemnly: In Wolfsburg, all the soldiers who are capable of fighting have been sent to the city wall. The disabled, cooks, wounded, and those who can get up have all been sent to the front line by me. We It’s already the last remaining force.”

Why--

The guard captain didn't say anything else. The enemy's last new force was led by a powerful centurion and consisted of dozens of pure-blooded wolves who were top-notch even at the horn level. Compared with these old bones, the difference in strength was huge. There is some disparity.

Are you afraid?

Giuliano straightened his chest and held the sword at his waist. The leader of the Basilicata clan, who had not made a move for a long time, showed an aura at this moment that was far beyond that of an ordinary centurion.

The guard captain laughed loudly: What a fright, you old guy didn't even have time to apologize to Nina before he died. I'm afraid you won't be in peace even after you die.

Giuliano looked complicated: Yeah, it's always a pity that I didn't apologize.

The guard captain raised his tone and said, Hey, old guy, don't even think about asking me to deliver a message for you. After this battle, your probability of survival is much higher than mine.

Giuliano smiled bitterly and shook his head. He pulled out the sword from his waist, and the emotion on his face became firm again: Guards, charge with me and kill these shameful intruders.

Prepare for impact.

Heavy crossbowmen ready!

The patriarch is here for support!

The Texas Wolves, who were shocked by the charge of dozens of pure-blooded Wolves, saw their morale rise slightly after seeing Giuliano die in person. However, as the burly werewolves crashed into their own formation, Among them, this barely raised morale was still unable to smooth out the huge gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves.

One after another wolf warriors were killed.

Giuliano could only watch helplessly as a personal guard who had been following him for many years was torn apart by three werewolves and his limbs were scattered everywhere. However, he could not even let out a scream, but there was nothing he could do.

He faced off against the leader of this pure-blood wolf tribe.

After a few rounds of fighting between the two sides, he realized that this person was extremely powerful, and even he had to concentrate on dealing with it.

Chief Giuliano, long time no see.

A ferocious smile appeared on the werewolf's face: You didn't expect such a day to happen, right?

This is a famous centurion of the Salerno family. Giuliano had a conflict with him when he was young, and the trigger was Cellinina's mother.

Giuliano, you deserve to die. I already knew that it was a complete mistake to give Luna to you. She died of illness just a few years after marrying you? Luna has always been in good health. How did you abuse her to make her To end up like this.”

Giuliano had no intention of talking nonsense. The sharp long sword extended a long sword light. This two-handed sword was extremely powerful in his hands. An ordinary elite werewolf would separate the corpses with one blow, but his opponent could deal with it with ease. .

Hey, you are impatient, but what can you do if you are impatient? The more impatient you are, the less likely you are to defeat me. I want you to watch your people die. This is the end you deserve.

The werewolf sneered and mocked.

He knew very well that if the two sides were to square up and fight one-on-one, he would not be Giuliano's opponent. But the problem was that it was not a one-on-one situation at the moment. All he had to do was hold Giuliano back.

I want you to repent in hell!

But that's it.

Sharp white claws were pulled out from his back.

The red heart was still beating hard.

He tried to turn around to see clearly who was attacking him, and finally met a pair of eyes as calm as water.

The long, dark green hair and horn carry a cold ghostly aura that is so strong that it seems to have solidified into substance.

Prajna and Giuliano looked at each other and whispered: Your Majesty ordered me to come to support you. It seems that I came at the right time.

Giuliano felt his nose wet. He was moved by the sudden arrival of reinforcements at this desperate moment. Even though he was deep in the city, he was a little moved for a moment.

Many, thank you, Ms. Prajna.

The famous Glory Knight only has this strength?

The sneer of Francesco the Ripper echoed from all directions in the audience.

There is no doubt about the lethality of the holy spear against dark creatures. Even if Francesco's physical strength is higher than that of Jeanna, he will not get any better if he is really hit by Jeanna in the state of divine body.

But the problem is that the Holy Spear, which has a certain hit property, cannot hit Francesco's body at all.

One after another, Francesco wearing a weird clown mask emerged from the darkness and rushed towards Jeanne. Each clone had a physical existence, and on the surface, it was no different from his original body.

Coupled with the world built by Duel Flag, the rules are naturally biased towards the other side.

Even with Jeanne's Holy Spear, it was difficult to trace Francesco to the source under so many obstacles and kill Francesco in hiding.

If that's the case, then I'm afraid I'll have to consider how to count the famous Glory Knight in the dark world into my record.

He was sarcastic, but actually he didn't relax at all.

He could feel the power of the holy spear. His clone was at the level of an ordinary centurion. If it was touched by the holy spear, it would turn into flying ash.

Trash talk is just a tactical tactic. Anyone who takes it seriously is really stupid.