The polished stone projectiles, refilled, and with a terrible howl of wind, plowed over the earth, leaving a terrible mud of flesh and blood on the ground.

A heavy crossbow the thickness of a baby's arm, pinning together heavily armed Saracen soldiers.

Their sturdy armor was almost as good as a lake of paper in the face of this terrifying war machine.

Rauf, who was riding a war horse and wearing a delicate scale armor, watched this scene from a distance surrounded by the personal guards, and for a while, he actually felt a dilemma.

"The enemy is now in the midst of civil strife, and at most he can only exert half of his strength."

"The Manticore-tailed and Minometro work together, and even if they can't deal with the opponent's witch, they can still fight on par."

"We already have two siege towers on the walls, and the chief thousand-man squad is fighting a fierce battle with the enemy, and now we are withdrawing our troops, and all the work we have done is gone."

"Moreover, all the siege equipment was dispatched in this battle, and once it is destroyed, there is no time to rebuild it at all, after all, there are still so many vassals in this Lothar that have not been gathered."

This series of ideas gave Rauf the illusion that he could win this war of attrition if he invested more strength himself.

The previous sunk cost made him even more reluctant to give up.

"But I can't compromise the elite of my headquarters any more, and send those Bedouins into battle, and I promise them a share of the spoils."

Rauf had a slight heartache on his face: "Damn, how can these siege engines built by the Franks be so accurate?"

Siege weapons such as counterweight trebuchets are still very high-tech, and Rauf did not expect that a mere port of Ayla would be so difficult to take.

So there's no money to hire engineers who are good at building this kind of machine.

Although he has a counterweight trebuchet is useless.

Unless it's a giant counterweight trebuchet with a long range, but it's more technical and difficult to build.

Otherwise, the condescending and precise Siegfried Tower will teach him how to behave.

...

on the city walls.

Ned gasped violently, and the tide of black-armored soldiers in front of him finally retreated, and these black-armored soldiers were most likely the elite of the enemy.

All of them were well-equipped and fearless, shouting "Flame Forever", and they fought to the death, causing considerable pressure on the Black Eagle Banner team he led.

Although the Black Hawk Banner was established as a standing army, it was not at all comparable to the Varangian Guards and the remaining veterans, and their combat quality was too poor.

At most, it's on par with these black-armored soldiers of the opponent.

If it weren't for the advantage of defending the city, it would have been killed and wounded by now.

"Ha, the Holy Land is really a good place, these heretics are much better than the Baltic barbarians who are half-naked and can only charge with their heads bored."

"Boys, cheer up, you don't want to be looked down upon by the militia who are not as good as you, do you?"

He laughed and cheered up the soldiers around him.

Fellow knights of the edict weaved through the ranks, patting this shoulder and touching the head to highlight an affinity.

In this battle, although the Black Hawks exposed some problems, their performance was still remarkable, and they used the same rotation system as the remaining veterans. ….

When the soldiers in the front row are tired from fighting, the soldiers in the back row will rise to the top in turn, which greatly reduces their own casualties.

The wounded were also treated by the field doctors of the Order of the Redemption of St. Lazarus, and although there were many wounded, not many were killed in battle.

On the other side, the results of the Eagle Banner Brigade were much more terrifying.

These veterans who have tacit cooperation are worthy of the name of veterans, and they cooperate tacitly, like killing machines, many soldiers who have just stepped on the city wall are stabbed through the heart by them, or directly rely on the shield array, and push down the city wall.

If you look closely, you will find that there are never more than ten enemies on the wall in front of them at any one time.

...

Lothar took a deep breath, and the green tendons highlighted by the blood waterfall gradually disappeared.

He stepped on the manticore's belly, pulled out the cross sword in his hand, and with a slight wave, the blood stains on it suddenly splashed onto the battlement wall, and the sword body was still as smooth as new.

It seems that they have been scared of being killed, and now only five manticores remain, continuing to hover over the city.

The blood-throwing spears that Frigila had prepared hung in mid-air, and if the manticores dared to swoop down, the spears would pierce the bodies of the knights behind them without mercy.

The red robes on her body floated with the magic dancing wildly.

More than twice the terrifying spiritual power of Lothar, she surpassed most wizards with medium magic power even among the wizards in this world.

Then.

A bone dagger that seemed to condense countless souls and felt very vicious at a glance, like a poisonous scorpion hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared from behind Frigila.

The black-robed arm looked as if it had come out of another world.

While the arm holding the dagger stabbed Frigila in the back of the heart, a huge poisonous scorpion could be seen faintly entrenched in the shadows.

"Stop!"

In Lothar's body, the terrifying aura of the Dark Lord was released without reservation.

The suppressive power of this aura on dark creatures is undoubtedly very terrifying.

The dagger in the dark wizard's hand paused slightly.

And this time, it gave Coors a chance.

I saw that Curles's face, which would not change color as if Mount Tai was overpowered, was covered with hideous green tendons, and two pairs of sharp fangs pierced his lips.

It's like a rage.

He is a good hand at playing with the shadows, but the unknown assassin in front of him has exceeded his control of the shadows and has come to assassinate his favorite princess.

It's a shame!

Keng——

Coors's hands full of sharp nails collided with the white bone dagger, neither of which was metal, but there was a crisp sound of metal colliding.

The black-robed wizard stepped out of the darkness.

But instead of behind Friengira, it appeared on the city wall ten meters away.

Lothar looked sideways, wondering how he got there.

He looked at Lothar with a mocking face: "It's really terrifying, but it's a pity that the outside is strong and the middle is dry, if it weren't for the scorpion god who gave me divine eyes, maybe I would really be bluffed by you."

Respond to his.

It was Lothar's merciless holy spear, an elusive enemy who was clearly on the side of the dark camp, otherwise he would not have been deterred by his "dark lord" aura. ….

The light converges.

The Holy Spear appeared out of thin air in Lothar's hand.

The mocking expression on the dark wizard's face froze instantly.

"Artifact?"

The holy spear is an artifact, and there is no doubt about it.

He wanted to escape, but the characteristics of the holy spear must hit, where can ordinary people dodge.

Prajna reminded, "He is not a sorcerer, he should be a totemic god who can borrow power from the gods he worships behind him."

Lothar nodded slightly.

God Butcher, it's not like we haven't done it, last time it was a crocodile god, this time, first take a god scroller sacrifice gun.

Bang!

The holy spear pierced through the dark wizard's body, and on his body, countless wailing souls suddenly appeared.

These are the souls imprisoned in his body, ready to return to the tribe, and sacrificed to the scorpion god.

They were tormented by pain, and in the glow of the holy spear, they were quickly purified and dissipated.

The dark wizard let out a bitter roar, "The great scorpion god will not spare you, you blasphemous."

Lothar didn't mean to speak, and looked at this scene coldly.

The Holy Lance has a must-hit trait.

Can you flash me again?

The dark wizard's face suddenly showed a hint of horror: "No, no, the great scorpion god, you are going to deprive me of the divine scroll—are you afraid of this blasphemy

God?"

Behind him, there was a strange sound.

Then, a black scorpion appeared, its compound eyes glancing at Lothar, and then quickly vanished.

Prajna frowned and said, "What did it tell you?"

Lothar said, "It says that the water of the well does not interfere with the water of the river."

The Dark Wizard let out a frantic roar, but Curles, already behind him, showed no mercy and slashed with his claws.

A skull rolled to the ground.

As the flames burned, the dark wizard was completely reduced to ashes.

A new power emerged in Lothar's body, and he only had the experience of killing two manticores without making up the experience, and he managed to jump to the top.

"Rest, let's bleed them again, and we'll prepare for a counterattack."

Lothar, who had regained his strength, set his sights on the battlefield.

Over time.

The intensity of the enemy's offensive became weaker and weaker, marching during the day and not resting well at night.

Where can such a ferocious offensive be supported?

Seeing that no progress had been made for a long time, Rauf also retreated and began to command the horn of retreat.

"It's time to strike them the fatal blow."

Lothar stood at the head of the city and gave a decisive order.

At the city gate, the drawbridge was lowered.

The Varangian guards, armed with two-handed axes, were in the vanguard and, led by Hans, slaughtered the enemy's retreating army.

Lothar brewed the dragon's breath, and as it approached the enemy camp, it swept out like a giant sword in the hand of the god of fire.

Flames raged.

Mourning is everywhere.

At the same time, behind the enemy camp, the sound of horses' hooves was loud.

Jeanne, dressed in silver armor, shouted, "Boys, the time has come to beat the water dogs, come with me!"

Jeanne was so excited, this was a good opportunity to pick up heads!.

Crazy stone monsters