In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 707

c704 Tacit Understanding

Although Prajna has never become an elite, its strength is not standing still.

Since the first appearance of the Black Legion of Nilfgaard.

Then the Wild Hunt Legion appeared one after another, the topic of “Monster Hunter” novels has been completely maxed out, and it has been hyped up again in the Holy Land, and even spread to Europe, becoming the most popular story in taverns and alleys.

Listening to the stories of bards, playing hand-painted pirated Gwent cards, and drinking a few sips of low-quality beer have become the favorite pastime of lower-class citizens and farmers.

Hoarfrost and Wild Hunt have long become nightmares in the minds of many people. Some remote areas do not even regard this as a legend, but a real natural disaster.

All of this deepens the power of the Wild Hunt Legion in the world of the book, allowing Prajna to fully leverage more powerful forces with very little consumption to maintain the battle of this Wild Hunt Legion of hundreds of cavalry.

As the Wild Hunt Legion appeared, the black-armored knights, covered with iron armor and covered with ice, launched a counterattack.

The cold fog followed them forward, and the wild hunting dogs barked loudly, clearing the way for their masters, and opened their mouths to bite the legs, chests and abdomens of the giant beasts. Some even bit open the belly of the giant beasts and drilled hard inside, with blood all over their heads, and even melted their bodies made of magic ice crystals.

These magical creations were created to be consumables. Even if more of them were trampled into ice crystals, it would reduce her consumption for Prajna.

“The holy fire will burn forever, the highest and the greatest!”

A rider on the back of a giant beast prayed loudly to encourage himself, raised the javelin in his hand and nailed a wild hunting dog to the ground, and the giant beast under him stepped on it and directly trampled it into a pile of debris.

This was obviously a very powerful javelin warrior. Several consecutive javelins hit the enemy directly, and none of them missed.

His eye-catching performance soon attracted the attention of a Wild Hunt Knight.

This man, wearing a feather helmet, had a lead-gray skin exposed outside the armor. His emotionless eyes were like two burning blue cold flames. He waved his hand and a thick white frost immediately rushed away.

The javelin warrior stiffened and fell directly from the back of the giant beast, like a fine porcelain, and was instantly broken into countless frozen pieces of meat.

The silent army of the dead finally collided with the giant beast army that was roaring and praying.

The giant beasts relied on their size advantage, and many Wild Hunt Knights were trampled into a pile of scrap metal by them.

But the evil spirits under the armor were not afraid of this. A Wild Hunt Knight raised the spear in his hand and threw it fiercely, piercing the single eye of a giant beast, which immediately made the giant beast go crazy and rushed left and right in the herd.

There were also wild hunter knights who cast frost spells and killed giant beasts one after another.

The tragic scene shocked the soldiers on both sides. Even if they claimed to be elite, few people were confident that they could survive such a terrifying enemy.

“Hey, what’s the difference between this and a fight between children?”

Fulin was very disdainful: “These guys are not enough to fight a team of blood guards of the royal court.”

The blood guards of the blood court are comparable to the liquidation team of the wolf tribe, but their strength is undoubtedly much stronger.

Although the wolf tribe and the blood court are mortal enemies, the power comparison between the two sides is actually not balanced.

This situation can occur, on the one hand, because the expansion of the blood court is very weak, and there is no unity inside. In Albania, only the Iskander clan fought with the wolf tribe, and the other royal courts were too lazy to intervene, and even happy to see Iskander suffer.

On the other hand, the old antiques at the top of the Blood Court were either sleeping in their coffins or secretly planning something big. These old blood clans were definitely villains and dark creatures, but they were not that harmful. This was also the reason why Austria, which claimed to be the “Holy” Roman Emperor before it unified Germany, was willing to turn a blind eye to the Blood Court at its doorstep.

“It’s time for me to show off my skills. I can’t just watch you being the only one here.”

As she said this, she also revived more than a dozen gargoyles to drive away the falcon in the sky. This move quickly attracted a counterattack from the Saracen spellcasters.

Her competitive spirit was aroused, her little face wrinkled, and she multitasked, controlling the gargoyles like controlling a drone to fight the enemy.

The Saracen spellcasters also liked this indirect “fighting”, and they all took action, releasing mechanical flying dragons, scorpion tail lions, constructed golems…all kinds of magical creations, fighting in the sky.

But in fact, it was meaningless. If both sides attacked, there would be no difference between them and neither side.

The result was that Fulin fought ten people alone and was not at a disadvantage.

It was not that her strength was superior to the high-level spellcasters on the opposite side, but that these people did not dare to show too much.

Everyone was afraid that a king-killing reverse blade would suddenly stab them from behind. Shemaier could withstand it, but they did not have the confidence that “I can do it too”, after all, Shemaier already had a wedge-shaped clay tablet at that time.

Lothar rode the eclipse back to the formation.

His sight passed through the dusty battlefield, through thousands of troops, and looked at Shemaier who was overlooking the battlefield on the opposite high ground, then looked at Adil, and slowly raised the new Duke’s gun in his hand.

There was a faint dragon roar, and both Adil and Shemaier seemed to see a red and black dragon with a majestic momentum, staring at them with a pair of cold eyes.

“Is this a warning?”

Adil looked thoughtfully at the dead knights who were having a fierce battle with the Behemoth Legion and were losing almost at the same rate. Looking at their posture, there was a high probability that they would die together with the Behemoth Legion.

When these two “super-standard” combat forces are exhausted, it will be time for them to fight a tough battle.

In a battle of the same scale, the Saracens were at a disadvantage in most cases when facing the Crusaders.

To be honest, over the years, the Crusaders have been able to gain a foothold in the Holy Land as guest armies. Although they have suffered several setbacks, they have never been driven away, which is enough to prove the comparison in combat power between the two. The Frankish knights have always used their own Proud of fighting prowess.

Adil put his hand on his chest and recited a prayer in praise of the Holy Fire in a low voice. After a long time, he stood up and said to the elite cavalry assigned to him by Saladin: “Kasaji Guards, prepare to charge with me.”

Schemaier frowned and reminded: “General Adil, you have to understand one thing. There is no way to determine the real outcome in a mortal battle.”

“Do you think, General, that if you can win this battle and want to pursue the remnants of the retreating Crusaders, the Franks will not send spellcasters to stop you? In secular wars, even if you win, you cannot win everything. ”

Adil sneered in response: “Master, it would be best if you could lead the spellcasters to win this game.”

Shemael fell silent, and Lothar was alone. Even if this person first killed his ascendant dragon Tiamat with one arrow, and then withstood the assassination of King Killer’s Reverse Blade, he was still confident that he could win. After all, , he knew very well that if he relied on the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he would be at full strength.

But Lothar was not the only one with strong men under his command.

And all of them are willing to die for him. The female assassin before was willing to risk her life to kill him.

And what about his “companion”?

Except for those who are not very powerful, such as the imams and wise men of the Zoroastrian Cult, few others are willing to risk their lives to fight the enemy. They are just mercenaries who make money. How can they have any moral integrity?

In fact, he is not completely sure whether he can win. The most he can do is kill Lothar and escape unscathed – the other extraordinary beings will not be able to deal with it on their own. By then, the war situation may not be as it is. It went as smoothly as he had promised Saladin.

He is a disciplined spellcaster, and after collecting so many materials, plus the priceless treasure of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he is really willing to do whatever it takes, not to mention that he has a deep grudge against the other party.

“Since you can’t do it, don’t stop me from fulfilling my duties. If we are destined to fail in this battle, it will be the will of the Holy Fire.”

He smiled slightly, stepped on the back of a slave, and climbed onto his mount.

“Kasaji Guards! Charge with me!”

In fact, Lothar didn’t have much confidence that he could take down Schemel, but this guy was undoubtedly the target he wanted to solve most in this battle.

Like Iris, a transcendent who has a deadly feud will undoubtedly be a huge hidden danger.

That is to say, Shemaier is also a very particular person. If he is really anxious, he will resort to some despicable methods such as poisoning, assassination, and curses. They are not a threat to him, but they are enough to turn his territory into a dead zone.

But who knows how long this guy’s integrity can last?

In essence, Lothar is not a hypocritical person who would put shackles on himself and not take action against ordinary people after possessing extraordinary power. He had no hesitation in using dragon flames to defeat the Saracen pirates before.

Since you take a weapon and go to the battlefield, you can’t be called innocent if you are killed. It is better to kill the enemy than to kill one of your own.

If this Shemael is solved, he only needs to transform into a dragon and fly around in the sky. He will be able to carry out the victory with great power and make the enemies flee. As long as he offers some benefits, some people will surrender.

It was precisely because there was such a force on the opposite side that he chose to reach a tacit agreement with Adil to prevent each other’s spellcasters from taking direct action against ordinary people.

As for whether too much blood on both sides would make it more difficult to rule… he had never worried about such a thing.

It is impossible to rule a group of people with pagan religions and cultures through gentle means alone.

On the opposite side, looking at the backs of Kasaji’s guards in the distance, Shemeier suddenly felt something. Looking at the flying double-headed eagle flag in the distance, he seemed to feel Lothar’s murderous intention towards him, and he sneered.

“That’s fine. After you finish this secular battle, we can settle the score separately.”

Using the level of ascending to the gods is also a waste for him.

It would be better to take advantage of this period of time to take a good rest. Anyway, it would not make much difference to him if he takes action now or later.

It’s just that he originally wanted to fulfill his original promise to Saladin as much as possible, but now it seems that he may no longer be able to do so.

He thought about it, took out a bottle of magic potion, drank it, sat on the ground, and regained his mental strength.

The wedge-shaped clay slabs spontaneously surrounded him, forming a natural barrier. Even if Cherinina could master the King-killing Reverse Blade, she would never be able to attack him through this barrier.