"It's unimaginable."

Ned Stark, a knight from Northern Europe, reached out to take the crystal hoarfrost that fell into his palm, and couldn't help but shout: "It's the wild hunt in the 'witcher', and it must be accompanied by hoarfrost and death when dispatched, they are a symbol of disaster!" ”

"Hell, are all the monsters in that storybook real?"

"Pray that Heavenly Father will lower his eyes and see what kind of ghost this world has become, so that even the dead can appear on the battlefield in a grand manner."

For a moment, the crusaders, who had been hesitant to march, stopped again, and set their eyes on Lothar, waiting for his orders, they would obey Lothar's will, but it did not mean that they did not have their own judgment.

Most of the soldiers did not associate Lothar with the army of the dead, until the Wild Hunters had no intention of harming the Crusaders, and rushed straight into the army of the undead summoned by the enemy spellcaster.

The frost fell on the bodies of the undead army, making their already sluggish bodies even slower.

A wild hunting knight, wielding a serrated greatsword with a cold aura in his hand, slashed into the black mist entrenched by the army of the undead like chopping melons and vegetables.

But the number of these dead armies seemed endless, and they continued to emerge from the black mist, using rusty weapons, dismantling the bones, and leaving only the minions of the white bones, fearlessly fighting back.

The crusaders, who had not yet received Lothar's order, began to discuss.

"Maybe it's Odin's messenger, in my homeland, Odin will send an army of wild hunters to hunt down those supernatural creatures, dragons, evil spirits, and sometimes he will even drive a wheelless chariot and personally lead the army of wild hunters to hunt."

"No, no, no, it should be Wharton, the god of death, or the goddess Freya, they are both in charge of war and death, and are responsible for capturing the souls that are stranded in the world."

"Shut up!"

"To talk about these pagan myths again is an affront to God!"

"That's right, don't forget, we are God's blessed crusaders, the most elite warriors under the command of St. Lothar!"

Lothar couldn't help but smile and shake his head when he heard the discussion, he raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop, but he didn't open his mouth to give a characterization of this wild hunting army that appeared out of thin air, maybe someone guessed that it had something to do with him, but smart people would not announce it.

Moreover, the vast majority of the knights and cavalry present were professional armies whose loyalty was completely guaranteed through the system, even if they did not go through the part that had been transferred, with their consistent trust in Lothar, even if they knew that it was Lothar who summoned this army of dead, they would never have any special thoughts because of this.

"It's supposed to be over."

Lothar took out a string of pocket watches from the previous lottery from her bosom, and the hands on them had been almost five minutes since Cherinina disappeared from her.

"How can these things have such a pure aura of death? Could it be that after killing Mudrygi, they took out the divine power of the evil god from him? ”

Alam was moved.

He is a spellcaster who specializes in death spells, and what lingers on these hunting knights is clearly the purest breath of death, which makes him who was still thinking of escaping can't help but shake for a while.

He didn't plan to fight with Lothar, but wondered if he could negotiate a deal with Lothar.

However.

His thoughts quickly froze.

The cold and swift blade slashed his neck.

In a trance, Alam only saw a gray-haired woman with a tall figure and a double sword as a weapon, stepping on his corpse, and said with a sigh of relief: "It seems that the target this time is a poor ghost, and there is no need for Ms. Rangna to make a move." ”

With Aram dying.

The black mist that enveloped the army of the undead dispersed and disappeared in an instant.

This poor spellcaster, because he invested all his energy and financial resources in the study of necromancy, did not have any powerful protective props at all, and in the face of Cherinina's assassination, it was like a devastating death, and his death was extremely light.

The Wild Hunters also snapped their fingers with Pranya, turning into pitch-black ink spots and seeping into the ground.

"Soldiers, this is the end of the war between the dead, and now it's our turn."

The Duke, who was riding on horseback, brandished the newly cast cavalry spear in his hand: "Scatter them completely!" ”

"For Heavenly Father!"

"For St. Lothar!"

"For Jerusalem!"

The crusaders suppressed their suspicions, and with Lothar's order, they once again charged at the Saracen army, which was already in a rout.

They had barely encountered any more obstruction on a large scale, and the morale of the enemy had been completely broken, and defeat was already doomed when the Crusader cavalry appeared on their flanks without warning.

Half an hour later.

All that remained on the battlefield were corpses and captives crouching on the ground, throwing away their armor.

"That's the cruelty of war."

Lavinia's eyes swept over the corpses of the tragic deaths, and the crusaders did not even have time to collect the spoils, but simply collected the corpses of their comrades who had died in battle, and then planned to continue their march and drive directly to the city of Semanud.

On a face with pain and fear on its face, there were a few flies, and vultures, barely afraid of man, pecked at the cloudy eyeballs of the deceased.

In less than half a day, the corpses will swell, rot, emit an unpleasant smell, and hatch into disgusting maggots.

She couldn't help biting her lip.

I don't know if I should weaken the enemy just now.

Fortunately, the main force of the battle was the army of Lothar itself, and his orders were carried out thoroughly.

As long as you lay down your arms, you will not be slaughtered.

But Richard's attitude towards the Saracens was diametrically opposed to Lothar's, and he didn't feel that these Saracen soldiers could still be saved, and his tone was aggressive: "If you don't kill them, do you still have to leave a team of cavalry to watch over them?" ”

Lothar said without humility or arrogance: "Of course not, Your Majesty, I will let them go and arrive in Semanud City before them." ”

"It is better to let them go and execute them all, anyway, these heretics and Copts are like crops in a field, if you cut off one stubble, another stubble will grow, and only in this way can you deter those who resist. Tell them that if they resist the Crusaders and resist the arms of Christ, when the city is broken, there is only one way out! ”

Lothar's expression was not moved in the slightest: "Your Majesty, God's chosen people love him, and those who do injustice are afraid of him, and this is a king worthy of respect." ”

"Do I want you a border count to teach me how to be a king?"

Lothar's tone was slightly cold: "Then be honest, I have more people and stronger strength, so you have to listen to me." ”

Richard couldn't help but curse.

"You would have said that earlier, it's not necessary to pretend like this!"

"Your Majesty, I understand Gaul."

Richard snorted coldly, "But you certainly don't understand the country slang of the Normans." ”

Lothar smiled and shook his head, "We are going to attack Semanud City next, Your Majesty, I am grateful for your dedication to the current battle, and I am willing to give your army the right to distribute the spoils, but please stop there." ”

"Lothar, are you ordering me?"

"No, this is just a suggestion, because your army has a limited army and a great appetite, and such people have always starved to death because they couldn't get food, or they got it but their bellies were broken."

Richard looked at Lothar carefully for a long time before he sneered and replied, "Go, Lothar, go and grab the reward that this lord with a keen sense of smell like a vulture, I will not fight you for food like a hungry dog." ”

"Thank you very much."

Lothar smiled and drew a cross on her chest: "Your Majesty, may Heavenly Father bless you." ”

(End of chapter)