It's night.

Dark all round.

The crescent moon is obscured by dark clouds.

A faint mist lingers over the harbor.

In the mansion of Turiados.

Lothar was sitting at her bedroom desk, playing with the rough curved cone in her hand, which was delicately imprinted, and the corner was carved with runi characters, presumably names.

Here's the new gacha reward, a horn.

The name is concise and to the point, just like his five-star template skill - [Charge] Horn.

The effect is that when the horn is sounded, all soldiers move faster by 10%. The duration is five minutes, and the cooldown time is one hour.

The effect is similar to that of the Wingsard Fleur-de-lis, but it is significantly worse.

Lothar decided to give it to Ned Stark to use, and only he, as a military judge, had the opportunity to observe the battle and decided to blow it at the right time.

Praruo walked into the room wearing a long black dress and holding a stack of changing clothes: "Where's Fryne?" ”

"I sent him to the harbor to keep vigil. Jeanne was in charge of the barracks, and Cellina was with Frynn. ”

"Branch?"

Praruo wrinkled her delicate nose, the moonlight shone through the window, and her black hair fell from the side of her white and flawless cheeks, and there was a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"Do you want to do it at this time?"

"How is it possible, I'm not Teddy, I still know the severity of the matter."

Lothar chuckled dryly and wrapped her arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Let me hold it for a while."

Praruo hesitated, but simply let him do it: "Is it so easy to touch?" ”

"Hmm."

Lothar waited for a moment, and withdrew her hand a little reluctantly: "Help me with my armor, I have a hunch that there will be a fierce battle tonight." ”

Prajna tidied up her messy clothes, said "um", and said nothing.

Lothar was fully dressed, clasping his helmet with one hand, waiting for Pranya to fasten the cord of his cloak.

This kind of cloak is not in film and television dramas, only has a long swing behind it, and only has a decorative effect.

It is more like a burqa, tied at the front of the placket, which can wrap most of the body in it, which can not only protect from the cold and warmth, but also provide shade from the sun.

His expression suddenly shifted slightly.

Look up at the dark sky outside the window.

In his bloodline, his keen perception of dragons made him realize that the black dragon was not far from him.

"Coming?"

"Well, let's go."

He took a deep breath, and in the darkness, the golden dragon's eyes flickered.

…

Frigila sat at the top of the harbor lighthouse, her cheeks flushed slightly from the blazing flames, and she couldn't stop kowtowing, her eyes only slitted.

"Don't sleep."

"I didn't sleep!"

Fringira retorted stubbornly and subconsciously stood up.

Bang –

"Hmm—you hit me in the jaw."

"I'm sorry, Nina."

"It's okay... But don't be so presumptuous. ”

Cellina rubbed her chin, completely defenseless against Frynn's sudden attack.

"How can you be so sleepy? You obviously sleep every night. ”

"It's because I sleep every night that I'm sleepy."

She hugged Cellinina's arm, shook it slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and with an "ah", Cellinina also stuffed the chocolate bar in time.

She shook the iron box: "It's all for you to eat, don't sleep anymore, the task given to us by the adults is very important, and we must not neglect our duties." ”

"Got it."

Frigila opened the tin box and asked as she ate, "Will the enemy really come from the sea?" ”

Cellina looked at the empty, misty sea and said solemnly: "It should be like this, they will not put the defense of the empty coast, but choose to attack the tall walls. ”

"And how long are we going to wait here?"

Fringi pulled her legs together and felt the warmth of the fire at the top of the lighthouse, revealing a wistful expression — a feeling that was so sleepy to lie in front of a warm fireplace in winter.

"I don't know, maybe I'll have to spend the whole night here tonight."

Cellinina opened the window, and the fresh sea breeze rushed in her face: "Come and blow the wind, be sober, the enemy this time may not be so simple." ”

She held the saber at her waist with one hand, her brow solemn, like a general ready to fight.

On the streets of Limassol, every other stretch of the road, there are sentry posts with torches.

On the city walls, the city guards and town militia patrolled back and forth.

Turiados, dressed in full armor, yawned a little tiredly, the pot-bellied, pleasure-loving Greek nobleman who had suffered a lot these days.

Someone muttered discontentedly: "How can there be this, those Franks themselves sleep in the camp and let us patrol the city walls, so that we are not afraid that we will open the city and sell them." ”

"It's obviously their battle, why do we seem to be playing the leading role?"

"Although I am willing to follow Her Majesty the Empress, these crusaders hired by Her Majesty do not look very reliable."

"Oh, these damn Franks, my brother died in the battle with them, I really don't understand why the lord wants to cooperate with them?"

The sound of small discussions, in the silence of the night, is also extremely clear.

Damn, it's not going to be a camp, is it?

Thinking of this terrible possibility, Turiados shuddered, and his sleepiness was suddenly dispelled.

He yelled, "Idiots, don't you know who Isaac is? The crusaders just want money, but he wants to die! ”

His gaze swept over the young faces illuminated by the torches.

sneered in my heart, no matter how unreliable the crusaders are, they are stronger than you!

He thought of the cavalry on the battlefield who had high hopes for him, but were about to collapse at the first touch.

"Let me know that many of you hate the Franks, but I must remind you that we are now grasshoppers tied to a rope with them. Don't expect Isaac's Turkic and Cuman mercenaries to be magnanimous to you. ”

"Once the city is broken, Limassol will be on fire. All of you will fall under the butcher's knife, your wives and daughters will be sold to Alexandria to be slaves of the Saracens, and your sons will be chosen into the Mamluk barracks, turning their backs on the Father and converting to the devil. ”

He roared with anger on his face: "Cyprus is big, but behind us is Limassol, we have no way back, for our homeland, cheer up!" ”

At the call of Turiados, the city guards barely boosted their morale.

In fact, compared to Isaac, the Crusaders are more credible, at least, they can be said to have committed no crimes against the civilians in the city these days.

…

Now.

On the sea.

Small galleys with spinnals hoisting and two rows of densely packed oars sticking out of the lower deck are breaking through the mist and heading quickly towards the harbor.

Although they were small ships, each of them could carry 160 oarsmen, with a total crew of 200 people.

The early empires, as well as the naval powers of Genoa and Venice, used citizens as oarsmen.

This allows their galleys to be more powerful in broadside battles.

It's a pity that the current navy of the empire, just like the army, many oarsmen on warships have been replaced by gentiles or even slaves, and their combat effectiveness has plummeted.

Behind them were the broad-bellied Kirk ships, loaded with heavily armed soldiers, and since they were attacking by sea, the nomadic cavalry of the Cumans and Turks had only bows and sabers.

Such a large-scale landing will definitely not be hidden from the city.

As the light of the lighthouse shines on the sea.

Soon, a hurried brass bell rang in the harbor.

The peasant brigade, which had been specially arranged by Lothar to be stationed in the port, began to line up and defend itself with the help of roadblocks arranged in advance on the main traffic routes.

With a loud bang.

The first battleship took advantage of the momentum and rushed ashore, and the sailors and oarsmen on it, armed with sharp knives and small round shields, rushed towards the position.

Hmmm-

Bows and crossbows flew around.

Crossbows were already being equipped on a large scale in this era, but they were often of poor quality and did not pose much of a threat to the armor.

The town militia of Limassol City began to shoot at the sailors, who were at most equipped with leather armor, and in the blink of an eye, they were all knocked down.

The corpses were trampled in the mud on the way to the charge.

Even the sea turned red.

But as time went on, more and more of Isaac's soldiers landed in port.

Dense, black pressed one.

Just listening to the dense sound of armor clashing, you can know how many troops are attacking the port in this darkness.

Turkic and Cuman soldiers, skilled in bows and arrows, began to shoot at the militia of the Limassol town who were hiding in their houses, and although the results were limited, they also suppressed the unscrupulous archers.

Whoosh –

Almost at the same time.

More than a dozen Cuman riders, who were temporarily acting as foot archers, were shot to the ground.

Powerful arrows burst through their bodies, leaving only their tails stuck in their chests.

"Condor shooters?"

The Cuman riders became alert and found cover one after another, not daring to stand still and shoot recklessly.

This is the woodland shooters of Lothar, who are excellent in archery, and after Frigila inflicted night vision and group bloodfalls on them, their combat effectiveness has skyrocketed, and they are almost not inferior to the regular woodland elf marksmen.

In this darkness, they are like the Black Grim Reaper, wantonly harvesting the lives of one enemy after another.

Especially in the ranks of the enemy, the officers who were well-armed and dressed significantly differently from ordinary soldiers were the first targets they shot.

in the sky.

Isaac sat on the back of a black dragon, a specially made saddle that kept out the scorching scales.

Behind him, the black shadow formed a physical figure, and even though the wind howled in the sky, it also seemed to be nailed to the dragon's back, and it did not move.

"Look, the city is still so orderly under the enemy's occupation, and the Greeks, your subjects, are rebelling against you, Isaac."

"A bunch of rebels."

Isaac had a fierce smile on his face: "I will burn this city to the ground and let everyone know what will happen to me if I betray me." ”

"Yes, it should be done, punish the rebellion, and show your majesty to everyone, this is what the emperor should do."

The shadow let out an eerie laugh.

A hint of disgust flashed in Isaac's eyes, it turned out that someone would really let out a "humil" laugh No, this thing can't be called a human.

Heavenly Father is above!

Sooner or later, I'll get rid of you ugly monster!

He gathered the disgust in his heart, harnessed the black dragon under the saddle, and swooped down towards the city.

"Burn them!"

The black dragon raised its head and let out a roar of pleasure.

In the huge mouth of the blood basin full of hideous fangs, the dark black dragon flame condensed, followed by it, like a pillar of divine punishment light falling from the sky, with a surging power, sweeping towards the city below.

"Is it so unscrupulous?"

There was a hint of anger on Lothar's face, and it would be difficult for him, even if it was an enemy, to burn down a city full of civilians.

This guy is really a tyrant, a madman.

In his body, the dragonborn bloodlines of the Earth Walking Dragon, the Fusion Monster, the Sea Dragon, and the Tyrannical Dragon were completely stimulated, like a great river flowing, surging through the veins in his body.

Dense black scales spread from his chest to his neck and cheeks.

The terrifying dragon power turned into a virtual dragon like a substance, entrenched on the earth, and let out a void roar towards the reckless dragon beasts in the sky.

He opened his mouth.

The terrifying heat made the air around it distort for a moment.

The next moment, a crimson scorching dragon breath rose from the sky, colliding with the dark black dragon flame that fell from the sky.