Arrows rained down, but the barricade remained impregnable.

The piles of corpses were used as fortresses by the Crusaders, raised higher and higher, both to shield them from arrows and to slow the enemy's armoured cavalry as they charged.

"My lord, we can't put it off any longer."

"We've had so many people dead that our morale is fluctuating," Komel advised. ”

At the moment, even the Mamluk guards, who were feeding their mounts and were resting, couldn't help but show a hint of fear when they looked at the figure in a fiery red cloak and the weapon in their hands that could split a person with armor from the middle.

It's simply not human!

The red figure could even shoot arrows with their weapons when facing multiple people, and they knew the difficulty of it all too well for the Mamluks, who had undergone strict special training since childhood.

"Among the enemy, the cavalry in red robes, although there are not many of them, they don't seem to know that they are tired at all, and if this continues, the enemy's physical strength will not be exhausted, and most of our soldiers will be killed and wounded."

Although the Saracen infantry is an auxiliary unit, and the composition is mostly Copts, it consumes too much, and it is also a very bad thing at such a critical moment.

But Governor Mahri was reluctant to send his elite Praetorian Guard.

The enemy had already shown his strength, and if his own Praetorian Guard rushed forward, even if he could win the battle, the losses would greatly exceed his expectations, and he was more like a merchant than a warrior.

Therefore, he soon made a decision: "Send someone to ask Master Alam to help." ”

Hearing the name, a trace of trepidation appeared on Kel's face, and he opened his mouth and said, "Lord Governor, the master's means"

Mahri shook his head, his eyes full of determination: "Needless to say, I have made up my mind." ”

Commands are passed down layer by layer.

The black-robed spellcaster sitting in the carriage showed a meaningful smile on his old face wrinkled like a dead tree: "As you wish, my lord. ”

Despite his professed title of "Lord", the caster had little respect for Governor Mahri.

The two were nothing more than a union of interests, and in fact, if the goal was to deal with the Frankish lord who had killed a near-legendary spellcaster and a Karelian dragon, he would have turned around and fled.

This is also the reason why he did not plan to go to Saladin, who would bring him more benefits and recruit spellcasters in Damascus.

However, the current enemy is only a crusader army of thousands of men.

This is his favorite target, those elite knights from the continent, who are full of bravery, madness, fearlessness, and rage, have always been his favorite spellcasting material.

He thuded and slammed the human bone staff in his hand to the ground.

The black smoke spread out in all directions from the center of his circle.

The black fog rolled out, covering the entire clearing in front of the battle formation in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the people who were suspicious.

Headless cavalry, clad in tattered armor, rode bone-white mounts, their heads dangling from their saddles, wielding blades made of skeletal bones as they burst out of the black mist.

Silence.

It's terrifying!

Those Mamluk heavy cavalry, who were fully armored and originally very hot, felt that the sweat on the surface of their bodies had solidified for a while, and the cold air couldn't stop dipping into the iron armor and penetrating into the bone marrow: "The holy fire is above, what kind of monster is this?" ”

But Mar's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear: "My lord, aren't you afraid of the Holy Fire to punish the caster of such a spell that blasphemes the dead?" ”

Governor Mahri, of course, was not afraid.

According to the dirty things he had done, if the flame really had a spirit, it would have burned him to death ten thousand times.

But there was also a hint of solemnity on his face.

Although Mahri was not afraid of the flames, he was afraid that he would offend the Zoroastrian imams because of this.

Although the Zoroastrians seemed to the Franks to be an unforgivable pagan religion, it was in fact a fairly enlightened and orthodox church in this era, and it was nothing short of a civilizational splendor compared to the savage beliefs that were still widespread in the steppes and northern Europe.

Not to mention driving an army of the dead, it is a very taboo thing to simply desecrate a corpse.

After all, Zoroastrianism is all about cremation, the soul to hell, or to fly to heaven.

This kind of magic even deprives people of the right to die completely, and even if the local Zoroastrians can turn a blind eye to it, ordinary believers will definitely resist him.

In short, it was something that could well shake his prestige.

"But Mar, these are the corpses of heretics, and they are atoning for their sins."

"That red-robed knight must be a big man among the Franks, otherwise he wouldn't be so difficult, as long as he is killed, the governor of Adil and even the king of Saladin will forgive me for these small acts of blasphemy."

Governor Mahri seemed to be explaining like Komar, and as if he was reassuring himself.

As long as he is approved by these two people, the hostility of some ordinary believers is nothing to him, and besides, he who can drive the dead and make the enemy unable to even sleep in peace will not be hostile, but more likely to be feared, feared, and obeyed by the people!

…

On the other side, Richard, who has always been indifferent, also showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"The Headless Horseman... How can the enemy manipulate such an undead? ”

The witch who gathered like smoke appeared behind Richard, and as the personal witch assigned by Richard's queen to guard her side, her strength was far less than that of a powerful spellcaster like Anna, who had half a foot in the legend, but it was by no means beyond the reach of a mage apprentice like Nisya.

"Martha, can you deal with these headless cavalry?"

Martha's eyes were full of solemnity, but her tone was very determined: "Yes, their existence is between the virtual and the real, not completely illusory, which means that ordinary weapons can also harm them." Of course, it would be better if there was a mana gold. But Your Majesty, I have to warn you that these Headless Horsemen are just puppets, and there must be a controller behind the scenes who is more likely to be more skilled in spellcasting than me. ”

"It's okay, I'm here."

The smile on Richard's face was full of confidence, and he drew the sword in the stone, which had never been unsheathed, this sword was more symbolic than practical, at least, not much stronger than a normal sword.

Legend has it that King Arthur once broke it in a battle.

In the previous battle, he used the Sword of Victory, the sword of the king given to him by Her Majesty the Queen, and the sword of the lake maiden obtained after King Arthur's sword in stone was broken, also known as the Broken Steel Sword because it sharpened iron like clay.

In contrast, the Sword in the Stone, a sword full of magical secrets and runes, is more suitable for dealing with these gloomy creatures.

"It's a pity that you didn't get the scabbard of the sword in the stone, otherwise you would have gained the magic of immortality."

Martha glanced at Richard quietly, with a suppressed admiration hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Even from a wizard's point of view, Richard is the best group of secular men, but unfortunately, this is her teacher's man, and she will never dare to rob it.

"Oh, how can everything be as I want it to be?"

Richard's fingers ran over the inscription on the sword in the stone, on which was the ancient Celtic script—the one who drew the sword was the king of the realm.

"Praetorian Guard, come with me!"

He raised his sword and shouted, roaring like a lion, reawakening the crusaders who had been immersed in fear: "But a crowd of dead people who have decayed, will be reduced to ashes by the light of God and under the leadership of your king!" ”

However, just as Richard was preparing for a big battle, the Saracens on the opposite side suddenly started a commotion.

I saw a group of armored cavalry covered with iron armor and wearing covered helmets, with no gaps exposed above and below their bodies, lined up in a neat horizontal column, like a flood that bulldozed everything, and launched a charge on the flank of the Saracens.

Wearing a golden mask and helmet, followed by a flag-bearer holding the "Double-headed Eagle Banner", a knight riding a unicorn that seemed to have come from hell, led the way and rushed to the front of the procession.

"That person is."

"Marquis of Lothar."

Richard frowned.

"I have to admit it, I'm starting to hate this guy."

Although he is a competitor, and at the same time he has a disdain for Lothar's origins, but he has to admit that he has a good impression of Lothar, the Eastern Lord who is very similar to himself, often rushes to the front line, and has a great record and a great reputation.

Just like his relationship with King Philip, they once fell asleep on their feet, and their relationship was so close that it did not prevent them from now being rivals in the struggle for hegemony in Western Europe, and they regarded each other as enemies.

Count Fuller wiped the blood from his hands and said in a low voice: "But Your Majesty, I have to say that the arrival of the Marquis of Lothar has made me breathe a sigh of relief. ”

On the continent, they had faced the threat of spellcasters, but they never had to deal with an army of dead.

Even if they can win, it will only be a pyrrhic victory.

At that time, it will be several times more difficult to pull up a team in the Holy Land.

…

Veneto was excited.

In the end, the bloodthirsty wolf needs to see blood to truly feel the joy of battle.

The confrontation with Hans can only be said to be barely able to quench his thirst.

In Hans's hand, it is the mounted cavalry spear that can inflict 20% defense on all cavalry, coupled with the talent blessing of Jeanne's "knight's flower", so that the cavalry under the command of Lothar has stood in this world, the apex of the secular army.

Even those armies infused with transcendent potions, if they were not large, would definitely not be able to withstand such a terrible onslaught.

And in Lothar's hand is the unpretentious duke's new gun - even if it only has the indestructible characteristic, in Lothar's hands, it is still a big killer.

Lothar had apparently also seen the headless horsemen on the battlefield that radiated a faint green light, and the dead aura on their bodies formed a thin line, and the end points of the thin line converged, obviously their controller.

"Nina, find out the enemy's spellcaster, you can wait for the opportunity, but don't be strong, Jeanna's holy spear has an obvious restraining effect on this death power, if the enemy's strength is at the level of a spellcaster like Mudrygui, just guide Jeanne to the direction."

Mudryghi was the spellcaster who drove the army of the undead under Saladin, and his name was only heard by Lothar after the fact.

A gust of wind whistled past Lothar's ears.

Cherinina's voice rang out: "I see, sir. ”

Lavinia looked at this heart-pounding medieval war scene, her face was full of amazement, it was the first time she had been in the battle battle in person, and the wolf blood made her not afraid of it, and even had the urge to try.

It's just that she doesn't like to use extraordinary strength against ordinary people after all, which makes her feel like she is slaughtering the weak.

But she won't fail either.

After all, the Guardian's talent had increased her spiritual power by one hundred percent, and this powerful increase, if she didn't do anything, it would be too much of a loss.

"The law is weak."

A wide range of weakening orders fell on every enemy present, and the impact on everyone may not be too great, but compared to the increase that you have endured, there is a world of difference between the inside and the outside.

(End of chapter)