"Hans is not easy to win, unless he becomes a werewolf."

Jeanne frowned.

She can sense the danger coming from the opponent's body, even if she uses the Demon Blocking Gold weapon, this kind of flexible metal is difficult to penetrate the opponent's defenses and damage the body that can be restrained by the Demon Blocking Gold.

"No, if Hans openly becomes a werewolf in public, I am afraid that not only will it not have the effect of boosting morale, but it will make the soldiers doubt whether they can still be redeemed by fighting side by side with the 'monsters'."

Lothar shook his head and said, the wolf clan of the giant ship world yesterday is not the same thing as the werewolves in this world, but the appearance is too similar, which is something that cannot be explained.

"Speaking of which, this guy should be considered a member of the dragon beast."

Lothar spoke.

The knight who fought against the enemy was filled with the breath of a dragon, at least like Berrien, he had drunk dragon blood potion, and there was a faint dragon blood flowing in his body.

Beasts with dragon blood are dragon beasts, and humans with dragon blood are actually the same, they can be called dragon descendants, but they are essentially no different from dragon beasts.

Now, at the milestone of bathing in dragon blood, he has collected the Earth Dragon (Cast Iron Body), Sea Dragon (Xingfeng), Fusion Monster (Dragon Breath), Tyrannical Dragon (Volcano King + Nirvana), Dragonborn (Immortal Dragon Soul), and Luck Black Dragon (Qi Luck), and the progress has passed halfway.

Compared with the unattainable, "Ascend to the seventy full level of the five-star template, so that the dragonborn bloodline can be advanced to the body of a true dragon", or this path can improve one's strength in the short term.

Jeanne wondered: "Even if it is, it is only a defective product, if you really want to pursue progress, you might as well beg Anna to prepare a few dragon blood potions for you, and directly pour it into the death row prisoners to drink, it is easy to meet the requirements of the milestone." ”

Lothar nodded, "Indeed. Let's take a good look at how much strength this dragonborn knight of Saladin has. ”

In front of the Saracen camp, a large green umbrella has been erected.

Under the umbrella, Saladin was wearing the golden scale armor, and asked the black-robed spellcaster next to him with a relaxed expression: "Master Shermail, who is the other side?" ”

"I don't know, but it's certainly not an ordinary noble knight."

Shermael sat on a chaise longue with a yellowed parchment in his hand, and his eyelids only lifted slightly when he heard Saladin's question.

The battle that was about to take place in front of him didn't really attract his attention.

Torle was only his experiment, infusing him with the blood of a Karelian dragon, just so that he could barely be considered his own kind when he fed his beloved pets, and not be swallowed by them.

He is not a druid who is good at taming beasts and can merge with the souls of beasts, or an evil god who uses the power of evil gods to bewitch the minds of evil dragons, but his relationship with this Karelian dragon is more like a collaborator and partner.

He can give the dragon sweeter and richer food, help the dragon capture the rest of the dragons, and improve his bloodline, and the dragon has to pay only some harmless "materials" and force guarantees for himself.

It's a win-win.

The High Dragons have their own wisdom and a tough soul, but they are not so easily seduced.

Saladin asked, "Master Shermail, can you see any clues?" ”

Master Shermael shook his head and said, "You have to wait for them to really fight to see something - this Lothar can be friendly with Anna of the Levantine Wizards Association, and it is also a character of the same level, so be careful with it." ”

Saladin was not annoyed by Master Shermel's attitude, and the two were not superior-subordinate relations.

Again, to each according to his needs.

Saladin provided Shermel with the amount of food, materials, and manpower he needed.

Master Shermel provided his own military support.

Takidin on the side looked a little annoyed, he didn't like the attitude of this so-called spellcaster, you must know that Saladin is like a god even in front of Zoroastrians, those imams who have extraordinary powers.

Saladin chuckled, "Then look at it, Lothar. Heh, who would have thought that the little character who had just arrived in the Holy Land and caused me trouble in the name of Savodine has now become a big problem for me. ”

Hans drew a cross on his chest: "Do you need me to wait until you finish praying before fighting?" ”

Many Zoroastrians had to make a pilgrimage to the holy site before fighting, and Zoroastrianism had many rules, and in many ways it was even worse than Christianity, and some even made up legends that they could win in one fell swoop by attacking the enemy while they were worshipping.

"No, I only believe in my lord Shermail."

The man's laughter was a little hoarse: "Let's get started." ”

The two began to turn their horses back.

Hans came after him, and in the hands of the squires watching the battle in the rear, he took out the mounted spear with the banner attached to it—it was an indestructible mounted spear, and the square flag was tied to it, and the silver wolf head with his personal coat of arms was attached to it.

He strapped the belt of his iris shield around his neck and forearm, raised his heavy iron spear, and turned to look at his opponent.

Tolle was now well dressed, as he had come from, the Neva Valley of Karelia, and his equipment was heavily Rus' and Viking, wearing a Norman helmet with excellent top vision and poor defense, with holes in the edges of the helmet, cheek guards with chain mail, and heavy, black chain mail.

The mount under his crotch was obviously not an ordinary war horse, there was no vest or overcoat, the hooves were huge, and he was fully armed, no less than three hundred pounds of weight, and his gait was still light.

Hans slapped his shield with his spear and signaled that the battle could begin.

On the other side, Torre received the signal, and with a "ha-ah", the mount opened its hooves and began the acceleration phase before the charge.

It's the same with Hans.

The mount moves slowly, then sprints, trots, and gallops.

The sound of the wind poured through the cracks in the armor.

Hans knew that his spear was not as long as his spear, and at the moment when the two were about to collide, he turned his horse to the side, and the iron shield in his hand was instantly smashed by the opponent's spear.

The iron frame of the shield shattered into iron bars and slammed into Hans's helmet with a crisp metal crash.

The sheer force made Hans feel like he was going to be thrown out, and his mounts under his crotch let out an overwhelmed scream.

Hans struggled to steady himself and muttered, "Now, it's my turn." ”

Discarding the wreckage of his shield, Hans with his spear in both hands, ignoring his mount, which had begun to gasp violently under his crotch, turned back and struck again at Tolle.

This kind of imperial spear riding spear is still not suitable for the cavalry charge move in the final analysis, and only by holding both hands together can its power be maximized.

Toller obviously did not expect Hans to catch his spear charge, but at this time, apparently there was no time for him to go back and change his rifle, he took out the long sword in its sheath and headed at Hans.

Immediate duels have never been so fancy.

The two staggered past each other again.

Hans's winged helmet had half of its "wings" cut off, and Torre was slid through the cleats on his ribs with a spear.

If it weren't for his timely dodge, this single shot of a spear would have been enough to make him incapacitated.