Jabri is a werewolf.

Werewolves of the native world.

Unlike the wolf clan of yesterday's giant ship world, the werewolf of the medieval world is indeed a cursed creature, not a race with a blood inheritance, and an ordinary person may also be transformed into a werewolf.

Just like the first werewolf killed by Lothar during his "debut", Abelardo from the Medici family.

Jabri became a werewolf when he led a team to sack a village dedicated to the Old Gods and humiliate the priestess of the Old Gods to death.

The priestess's deathbed curse made him a werewolf with endless evil powers.

This is by no means a gift, and the curse has made him manic, arrogant, bloodthirsty, fond of raw meat, and even cannibalism - it is a gradual process of gradual change, the first werewolf is fashionable and restrained, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he will slide into the abyss and become a bloodthirsty beast.

Under the moonlight.

His scaly body was covered with wild hair, and his eyes shimmered yellow.

"Damn infidels."

A muffled roar came from his throat.

"Immediately order, let the city guards distribute the potion, everyone must drink, this is our only chance!"

The guards were a little hesitant, at the moment, this battle, in his opinion, could not be won, he knew very well what kind of effect the potion in the mouth of his commander had, it could indeed make people's combat power increase dramatically.

But he is also well-informed, knowing that the "Demon Duke" in people's mouths is actually not so brutal at all, and once he takes the so-called potions, he really does not die.

"Obey my commands, you lowly thing!"

The guard resisted his fear and said, "My lord, we"

Jabri grabbed the guard's head and twisted it hard.

"Disobey me, that's the end!"

The rest of the guards were frightened by the aura on Jabri's body and hurried to fetch the so-called potion.

Jabri turned his gaze back to the approaching siege towers and the trembling militia at the head of the city, which was likely to collapse at the touch of a button: "These lowly and cowardly things are no match for the crusaders, even if they take potions. ”

And the city guards

As the commander of the city guards, Jabri knows very well that they are a ragtag team, the equipment is not bad, but the combat effectiveness is also of the average level, he was assigned to be in charge of the city guards, in fact, it is also related to the fact that after he became a werewolf, his personality became more and more violent and cruel, so that even the governor of Mahri did not like him.

As for the so-called potions, they are actually his werewolf blood.

Unlike the legend, werewolves are not assimilated if they bite anyone, otherwise, werewolves would have been all over the streets.

But the legend is not groundless.

Wolf blood, especially the werewolf blood with strong curse and vicious power in the body, does have the effect of infection, and it is often reported that people suffer from "werewolf disease" in many places, most of which are due to the contamination of water sources by this blood.

The potions were gradually distributed.

The militia, the city guards held this bottle of reddish water, and for a while they had some confidence.

Although the fear is real, but now it is to turn around and run away, and there is no such opportunity, so they can only raise their heads and pour the "magic potion".

When the soldiers drank the potion, they felt their hearts pounding rapidly, their stomachs burning like a fire, their brains dizzy, and then their sanity faded like a tide, and all their emotions were replaced by rage, bloodthirstiness, and belligerence.

"If you can kill the enemy's leader"

Jabri's eyes were cast on the enemy's siege camp, the leader of the crusaders on a unicorn horse, wearing a beard, eyebrows, muzzle, and a beak.

"Demon Duke. Oh, I'd like to see which of us is the real demon. ”

He smiled incomprehensibly.

Looking around, the eyes of the soldiers were completely different, there was no fear in them, only the infinite fanaticism for him, the "source of wolf blood", and the excitement and impatience for the enemy's imminent arrival.

Some of the soldiers defending the city even took off their shirts excitedly, revealing black hair that grew like weeds, and their grinning mouths were full of fangs, and they roared one after another at the bright moon.

"For Lord Jabri!"

"Kill them all, I'll bite their throats and taste their flesh!"

At the head of the city, the changes in the enemy's morale naturally could not hide from the crusaders below.

The Saracen soldiers, whose mouths were full of fangs and whose eyes reflected yellow light and green light, like wolves, were clearly completely different from before.

"These Saracen cubs have taken potions?"

"Did they sell their souls in exchange for power from the devils of hell?"

"This damned group of heretics, Heavenly Father willing, today we will eradicate all evil!"

The siege engine was parked on the edge of the city wall, just a meter from the moat.

The mounted cavalry on the second and third floors drew up their bows one after another and aimed at the enemy at the head of the city, and since the distance was still relatively close, they clearly saw the change in the Saracen garrison, and they couldn't help muttering.

If you want to say that you are afraid, you can't say that you are afraid.

Before they went out tonight, they also drank potions and gained night vision.

But the changes in the enemy's body still made them feel a little uneasy.

The soldiers of the two siege towers began to shoot, and the heavily armored archers and iron floats were all on their bodies, and the baffles of the siege towers, coupled with the condescending shooting against the defenders of the enemy's city, they simply had the advantage.

But the enemy is obviously not a normal person.

Some of the Saracen soldiers who were pierced by the arrows actually pulled out the arrows with hideous faces, and the flesh and blood at the wound wriggled and healed quickly with the naked eye.

"Werewolf's Breath"

Standing on the tower, Hans's expression became solemn, and the original idea of jumping directly on the city wall to fight the enemy faded, and he looked around and began to explore the enemy's hidden leader.

At the city gates.

Vineto raised his battle axe, obviously heavily armoured, but leaping high like a spring and slashing at the rope that hung from the drawbridge.

Clang.

The rope is broken.

The drawbridge slammed down, leaving only the other end still dangling.

He also sensed a strange and somewhat familiar aura coming from the city, unlike Hans, he had never seen the werewolves of this world, but he also knew that this aura represented that the enemy was not easy to mess with.

But it was not easy to provoke, but it made him even more excited.

The bloodthirsty wolf is belligerent, but prefers an enemy who is evenly matched and oppressive, rather than slaughtering a rabble that is about to collapse at the touch of a button, and the latter is a kind of killing that gives him a limited amount of pleasure.

As for his soldiers, they were religious knights of the Order of St. Lazarus.

Even on foot, the Crusader cavalry still had considerable combat effectiveness.

The strongest combat units in the Crusaders were obviously the Knights, and the strongest infantry units were the Knights on Foot, especially the Germanic Knights.

Compared to the more plain and wealthier Gallic knights, the Germanic knights were clearly better at foot combat.

The members of the Teutonic Knights, an important part of the Order of St. Lazarus, are mostly knights from the Germanic region, and they may be inferior to their Gallic counterparts in cavalry, but in terms of foot combat, among the cavalry under the command of Lothar, they are definitely on a par with Tiefutu and ranked first.

As Veneto slashed the tomahawk again, the drawbridge slammed down.

Siege wagons, with heavy mallets and solid iron on top, quickly drove towards the gates of Semanud with the impetus of the knights on foot.

(End of chapter)