When it was almost dawn, the bell tower of the castle rang with the morning bell, startling a crowd of birds.

When Lothar was awakened, all she saw was her white chin, leaning against the wall, meditating with her eyes closed, and herself resting on her round, plump thighs... Even from this point of view of death, Prajna is still beautiful.

He crept to his feet, and the blanket was soaked in the morning dew of the mountains, which became heavy and damp, and the skin was a little sticky on his body.

Although she had tried her best to control the movement, she was still awakened, in fact, she had not slept in the first place.

"Morning."

"Well, Jeanne last night."

"What's wrong with her, drinking too much?"

Jeanne's amount of alcohol is very good, drinking wine is like drinking water, if she didn't have such a drink, she wouldn't be drunk at such a critical moment, she has a bad personality, but she is by no means a person who doesn't know the severity.

"It's fine."

Praruo thought about it, but still didn't tell Lothar what she talked to Jeanne about last night, anyway, she wouldn't admit it, unless she was caught one day, and there was really no way to quibble.

With her ability to perceive, such a possibility is very small.

Moreover, she always felt that Jeanne might be hiding something, although her expression seemed to be clueless, but the woman's intuition in this regard still made her sense that something was wrong.

The weather in Texas is hot, but the hilltop at Fort Wolff is clearly an exception.

Lothar lit a cigarette from the chain-suspended iron brazier and looked out over the camp in the mountain woods.

The expeditionary force had already cleared the woods around the camp, so it could be seen clearly from a high vantage point, and the silent camp had awakened, and many wolf warriors had begun to gather their weapons and roast food on the campfire, preparing for the next attack.

I don't know if there was any fearlessness, but the camp of the expeditionary force was not too far from Wolfburg, and it was obviously within the range of the fortress guns on the tower.

Giuliano, who was already patrolling the city walls with his sword, saw Lothar wake up and walked into the room.

"Good morning, Lord Lothar."

"Good morning, Patriarch Giuliano."

"Last night, I collected the coordinates and illustrated books of several nearby dragon beasts in the clan."

"Thank you."

Lothar thanked him sincerely, although the time may not be in time, but something is better than nothing.

Waiting is always leisurely.

Lothar casually flipped through a page of the illustrated book.

The first one that caught his eye startled Lothar.

This dragon is also too abstract to look at.

It was a mouse dragon with a slender neck like a swan and a head like a mouse.

The description of this dragon talent is that this dragon talent is a deceptive illusion that can distort the perception of others, producing a coercive cognitive impairment similar to that of referring to a deer as a horse.

If you think about it carefully, if you designate a tree and a bird as yourself in battle, it can also produce miraculous effects, and it is by no means a chicken-like ability.

But this appearance is too ugly, and Lothar doesn't want her future dragon incarnation to be mixed with the constituent elements of this thing.

He looked decisively

Looking through the pages, I found that there were really a lot of dragon creatures near Texas.

The New World was a wild paradise, and the colonists who had staked the land only occupied it, but they did not have the ability or the will to cultivate it.

Until the third pole of the sun, a new offensive was not launched, not even a symbolic artillery bombardment.

The two sides maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding, and neither side took the lead.

At the head of the city, the Texas wolf warriors who had been staying up for a long time yawned and complained: "Those puppies shouldn't be afraid, right?" ”

"We killed quite a few of them last night."

"But we're not dead any fewer than they are."

"Ha, let's take a cheap life, I feel that it is worth it to exchange the lives of these noble lords who used to be high-ranking in the past."

"That's the way it is, but we're not as many as them."

"What's that, it's a big deal, we can overturn those old wolf clans on the ground, even if it's as trivial as just spitting on them, it's enjoyable enough."

Someone sighed: "You were born in Iberia, and you don't know how they treated us wanderers in the first place. ”

"If you are a pure-blood, you are still eligible to join a family and give them dogs, but if you are a half-breed or a wanderer who has been expelled, it is impossible to find a way to live in Italy, where it belongs to the wolf clan, but not to us."

Lothar listened to the chatter of the wolf warriors not far away, and was a little distracted.

Giuliano may be a careerist, but careerists don't have to be derogatory.

Princes and generals, rather there is a kind of this, which is unimaginable in the Western world where the theory of descent is deep-rooted, and there is a model of grassroots counterattack like Zhu Yuanzhang in the East, but in Europe, it is almost impossible to say that the king is from the commoners, or even the serfs.

"Hell, my joints ach, I guess the old injury has recurred."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged wolf clan, he didn't look very old, but the vicissitudes of life on his face couldn't deceive people, the wolf clan had a long lifespan, maybe it was already dying old among mortals, and he could only be regarded as a middle-aged man in the wolf clan.

"Didn't your old bones only hurt in the rainstorm? While I'm looking forward to the bunt of dog mongrels being drenched in water dogs, the weather doesn't look like it's going to rain at all. ”

Indeed, the sky is clear at the moment, and there is no sign of rain at all.

"May our Heavenly Father bless us."

"Ha, how can Heavenly Father bless people like us?"

"If Lady Jeanne is willing to bless us, Heavenly Father will."

"Yes, Lady Jeanne is a saint, she is willing to help us, and Heavenly Father is certainly willing to help us."

The wolf warriors were giggling about their Heavenly Father, and there was obviously no respect in their tones.

"Stinky boy, be alert, those puppies may attack at any time."

"Well, I just hope Monica is okay."

"That little girl is just an ordinary person, no matter how crazy these puppies are, they won't easily move the flock."

"I hope so."

"I was thinking of proposing to her this Christmas."

"Ha, I remember the first time you went to her house as a guest, you were beaten by her father, that is a good girl, she will be safe."

The wolf youth's face showed a hint of melancholy.

It is different from the high-level wolf clan that pays attention to pure-bloods and tries to continuously create a high-level wolf clan that can have the ability to transform into a werewolf.

The wolf clan of the New World never paid attention to this, because their bloodlines were already mixed.

"Yesterday John Sr. was hit by that shell, and he didn't even leave his body."

"May he rest in peace."

"He will definitely rest in peace, not only the Heavenly Father is on our side, but the general of the Ghost Gate Pass is also on our side, do you dare to ask Ms. Praruo, what is the world like in the eyes of the undead, Old John was blown up so much, will his soul really not be affected?"

"I don't dare."

"Afraid of what? I've heard that Ms. Pranya is quite easy to talk to. ”

"But there is a man beside her who doesn't know his origin, and even the patriarch is very respectful to him."

Shortly after the words fell, a shrill buzzing sound sounded in my ears.

This was followed by the sound of falling shells.

Rumble.

A violent fire exploded on the city walls.

The enemy, who had been silent for a long time, finally attacked again.

"Where's our cannon?"

"We have few guns, we still have a fixed position, there is no way to transfer, and those puppies are so accurate that they can't fire easily."

"Hell, then we're just going to let them blow us up and not fight back?"

"Or else?"

It was a terrible feeling to be shelled, everyone was leaning over and hiding behind the city walls, but they all knew that the city walls could not withstand such shelling at all, and if they were hit at close range, they would at least be seriously injured.

"Be careful, they're coming!"

In his ears, the sound of Fringilla's prompt sounded, and this voice sounded in the ears of every defender of the city almost at the same time, even if the cannon fire roared, it still came clearly into his mind.

Smack-

A hook clasped the edge of the wall, and a huge black werewolf leaped up and fell into the wall.

There are more assassins in the wolf clan.

Because the assassins are the best means of resolving disputes between the two Sicilian wolf clans, who have been in gang conflict for many years, it is not difficult for them to climb the city wall if they are bent on stealth, and then use artillery fire to cover it.

This is not much different from last night's night attack, because for the wolf clan, whether it is night or night, they can see clearly.

Bang –

The middle-aged wolf clan who had just spoken, was slapped by a brown-haired werewolf and broke his neck, his head was tilted to the side, and he died cleanly, Lothar subconsciously glanced at Prajna, and wanted to ask him what the world looked like in the eyes of the deceased.