Roaring, like the thunder god beating a drum.

Flying sand and dust, like a storm.

Nearly 100 hussars shouted in unison and charged, as if they had the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, which shocked the hearts of those Bedouin nomads who had never seen the world.

They raised their spears, more than three meters long, and lined up in a wedge-shaped formation like a migrating wild goose.

Jeanne was the leader of the cavalry and charged ahead.

The hussars formed the two wings of the wedge, encasing the thinly armoured, near-none-existent army of minions—the weakest link of the Port Ella cavalry, but no less crucial.

Without the replaceable horses, lances, food, and water provided by the servants, the hussars' combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Roar –

The roar of the lion exploded in the sky.

A brown male lion with a thick mane, vibrating his wings, swooped down with the black-armored knight behind him.

Its tail was raised like a javelin, and its poisonous needle glowed with scarlet hues stabbed at Jeanne - the thief was the first to capture the king, a choice that anyone with a brain would make.

But it was this seemingly clever choice that cost him his life.

Not yet a hundred meters away from Jeanne.

The rusty holy spear flew out, piercing the manticore's chest with precision from the bottom up, and strung together with the knight behind it.

Unpretentious and unpretentious spear throwing.

The manticore's behemoth body crashed into the ground.

Jeanne's impact did not diminish in the slightest, and the sweaty BMW she called "grapes" galloped like an elf in the wind.

Another manticore knight, seeing that Jeanne had lost his weapon in his hand, immediately pounced on her with a manticore.

But as soon as Jeanne beckoned, the golden light converged in her hand—and at the same time, the holy spear that pierced the manticore's corpse began to blur and disappear.

The moment a new manticore rider approached.

The spear came out of its hand again, this time from the manticore's wide open mouth, trying to scare the hussars' mounts with a roar.

Another manticore knight crashed to the ground.

The remaining manticore, seeing that his two companions were almost in the blink of an eye, died one after another, and hurriedly flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

"That's it?"

The corners of Jeanne's mouth twitched slightly.

Beckoning again, he summoned the holy spear: "You get down for me too!" ”

The holy spear turned into a streamer.

Shot out again, this time, Jeanne inspired the Sacred Lance's Must-hit trait, not just the mundane throws that had been the way it had been.

Therefore, even though the Manticore Knight had already flown above the clouds, he was still accurately hit by this holy spear.

Bang.

Corpses smashed in front of enemy formations.

Splashes of blood and minced flesh make people's faces look like earth.

"Is the fire above, the leader of the Franks, the devil?"

The leader of the Saracens couldn't help but shudder when he saw this scene, these manticores were usually terrifying beasts.

Even some of the sorcerers worshiped by the Bedouin tribes could not kill these fierce and cunning beasts who came and went like the wind.

But I never thought that in front of this Frankish leader, it was like chopping melons and vegetables, and it was easy to solve everything!

"Long live the knight Jeanne!"

"In the name of Jeanne, kill all these damned heretics!"

In contrast to the Saracens, whose morale had plummeted, the hussars were even more demoralized, shouting Jeanne's name as a sign of their love for her.

On the opposite side, the black-armored Saracen cavalry also began to charge, but the momentum was completely different from this side.

Boom –

Black and silvery-white waves collide together.

Black, quickly engulfed.

In the blink of an eye, the hussars cut through the enemy's encirclement and, led by Jeanne, broke through into the distance, leaving only black-armored corpses everywhere.

The Bedouin nomads who followed behind slowed down until they stopped completely.

Their leaders looked at each other.

"Why don't we leave?"

...

Under the city of Port Ella.

"Don't you, cowardly Franks, not even have the courage to meet my lord?"

"If you are so afraid, it is better to sacrifice the city and offer the Lamb of peace to our Lord, and My Lord will spare your life."

The black-armored Mamluks shouted proudly under the city of Al Harbor.

On the city wall, the Armenian, who was transporting bows, arrows, and stones, muttered in a low voice: "Don't be angry when you are scolded by someone pointing at your nose, this new lord of our service is really good-tempered." ”

"Oh, and the brave Lothar, the Franks just like to exaggerate."

Not only these Armenian mercenaries, but even the militia guarding the city became a little ugly.

This is a time when honor is valued.

Hans frowned: "My lord, if it goes on like this, the morale problem..."

Lothar waved his hand: "What do you want to do, because one person exposes the precise city guards on the Siegfried Tower?" Or are you going to let me down the drawbridge and send you out for a heads-up with your opponent? ”

Hans shrugged: "No need to lower the drawbridge, I'll just jump in and slaughter him." ”

Frigila snorted lightly, "Don't bother, let me do it - my lord, the tricks are weirder, will there be a problem?" ”

Lothar shook her head and said, "It's okay, you can do whatever you want, in Transjordan, I'm the biggest now, and no one is qualified to say anything to you." ”

The relationship between the church and witches is ambiguous.

Since the Catholic Church claims that all supernatural powers come from God, many people regard witches as the Father's followers – this is not a lie that Lothar has wove herself.

Even in previous lives, when large-scale witch hunts flourished, it was the end of the Middle Ages and the beginning of the Reformation, the Thirty Years' War.

Previously, witch hunts were sporadic incidents led by fools or local churches.

Frigila let out an "um" and began to chant a spell in a low voice.

Underneath the black-armored horse, the mount's eyes turned scarlet, and it panted violently, and the horse's hooves were uneasily scraped in place.

Then, it turned out to be a huge mouth full of fangs, and its neck was twisted like a snake, and it gnawed on the arm of the owner behind it.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

The black-armored horse shouted in horror, swinging his whip and twitching his mount's hips.

But the war horse, which was affected by Frigila's spell, had been distorted in flesh and blood, and had completely lost his mind, where would he care about these few whips, Kacha snorted, and ripped his arm off.

The war horse munched on the flesh.

The black-armored Mamluk endured the pain, drew his straight sword, and cracked hard.

The horse's head was immediately cut off.

But the horse's head, which fell to the ground, was like a zombie, still chewing on the Mamluk's bitten arm, bones and flesh, which were chewed up and swallowed.

At the broken neck where the horse's head was connected, several lumps of flesh mixed with the white bone stubble of the forest fell.

The Mamluks screamed, fell off their horses, and ran desperately the way they came.

Rauf frowned and looked at the dark wizard beside him: "Master, what kind of evil art is this?" ”

The dark wizard shook his head: "I don't know the methods of the Frankish wizards, but I have a similar ability, and I can even make the dead stand up again, which is nothing at all. ”

Rauf let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good." ”

"Send someone to fetch Damri back and have the doctor treat him..."

As soon as the words fell, the Mamluks, who were fleeing in confusion, slammed their bodies and exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

】

Rauf froze, and then looked at the dark wizard beside him.

The dark wizard looked contemptuous: "Don't worry, it's just a small trick, if I want to kill someone, it will only be ten times more bloody and terrifying." ”

...

Siege warfare is not child's play.

Dig out the episode of "scolding war".

Until evening, the army under the city was still building siege equipment.

Although Rauf originally planned to make a surprise attack, it was clear that his opponent had expected it and was heavily guarded, and the so-called surprise attack was meaningless.

"Outnumbered."

"I've got the master you again, and the manticore knight's hole cards."

"There is no suspense in this battle."

Rauf's face was full of smugness, and he raised his glass and toasted the dark wizard sitting across from him.

The dark wizard's face was also very relaxed, and when he observed during the day, he found that the wizard on the other side was not stronger than himself, which gave him a reassurance.

As long as you take this city, the great sacrifice of tens of thousands of dead souls will definitely be able to satisfy your own scorpion god and give you more powerful power.

Then.

In the port of Ella, there was a commotion.

In the harbor of the city, there was a faint fire rising to the sky.

Rauf couldn't help laughing and said: "Ha, it seems that the fleet I sent out to the enemy port for a night attack has succeeded!" ”