Half-dragon to dragon is a huge progress, but it is still just like the previous half-dragon, which belongs to the ability to press the bottom of the box, and it may be taken out at will to cast the enemy has not yet been solved, and he is empty first.

However, the half-dragon tends to be normalized. The news that the Duke of Lothar, the legendary guardian of the Holy Lance, had reappeared and had been unanimously elected as the generalissimo by the three kings was like a storm, and now the lower knights who were not qualified to enter the military council and were waiting outside, the sergeants learned about it.

They were followed by the pilgrims. Pilgrims with walking poles, satchels, and floppy hats crowded and crowded, crowded, cheering, and pouring out of the military camp in an atmosphere that was even more enthusiastic than on Christmas Day.

They scrambled to be the first to try to occupy the vantage point, and were able to reach out and touch each other as the generalissimo left the parade.

After all, this is the guardian of the holy spear, which is much more reliable than the remains of saints hidden in every church, who do not know whether they are true or not.

It's just that although they have such intentions, with the straddle of the unicorn-like ironclad giant horse

When "Santa Losa" actually appeared, they lost this courage again. Countless pilgrims and crusader soldiers knelt on the ground and worshipped the young monarch in a golden mask and bright armor engraved with sacred patterns.

The eclipse held his head high, walked with his majestic steps high, and accepted the people's worship with peace of mind.

The Duke's Guard and Hussars opened the way with a proud smile on their faces, and the days of Lothar's slumber were the darkest moments of their lives.

"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about this day?"

"Of course." Baldwin IV smiled with satisfaction: "After the battle at Fort Calle, I knew that only he could create the Heavenly Dynasty in my mind. ”

"You're really discerning." Baron Goffrey was a little emotional, he had just returned to the Holy Land from Gaul to receive Berrien, and when he saw Lothar, he was doing his best to make a friendship with old Werner.

In his imagination, Lothar could have a large fiefdom, and becoming a baron was already the sky, and he did not expect him to achieve such great achievements.

Looking at his son, who was also standing in the crowd, raising his arms and cheering, Gao Frey was sour: "Alas, this old thing Werner, even if he married Lady Elise, who is known for her beauty, and gave birth to such an excellent son, just his cross-eyed, why?" Baldwin IV laughed and said, "Everything is God's will." "No matter what happens in this world, it is always okay to infer that it is God's will.

Lothar sat upright on horseback without squinting, his mental strength was strong enough to see his surroundings without his eyes—he saw many familiar faces.

the first Sipahi cavalryman, the one named Galio; Abdullah, the captain of the Kurdish cavalry who fought alongside him when he first came to the Holy Land; Ulm, the first hussar, now sheriff of the city of Semanud; Ned Stark, the poor knight who lost to himself at a jousting tournament in Austria and later became his own royal knight... Before you know it, he has changed the lives of many people.

Without him, Galio would have been a stevedore forever, Abdullah would have died on the way to follow Saleh, and Ulm would have been just a shepherd in Yogrüsburg... Lothar set out from the camp outside the city and entered the city of Semanud, where it was supposed to be anointed by the bishop at the city's cathedral, but the news of Saracen's army immediately stirred up the revelers.

"Kill all the damned infidels!"

"They're killing themselves!" Lothar raised his head, looked at the falcon hovering in the clouds, sneered, and commanded: "Hans, raise my banner and let the Saracens know that I am back!" ”... In the sky, a flock of falcons flies.

"Lothar is fine!" Outside the city, Adil, who was leading the Black Ghulams to march along Lake Brulus, couldn't help but change his expression slightly after receiving the news.

Although he didn't say anything, the fingers that clenched the reins were already slightly white: "Let Master Shermel come to see me!" Immediately, immediately! "In the makeshift camp.

Adil looked at Shermel, who was walking slowly, and sneered: "Master Shermail, how did you promise it in the first place? Say that Lothar will die? Half a city, tens of thousands of lives, in exchange for such a result? Shermael frowned, "What do you mean... He's fine? ”

"How is this possible! That is the most terrifying ability of the ghost dragon, and through the blessing of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, unless it is a powerful spellcaster in the legendary realm, even if the body is not occupied by the ghost dragon, he will be stirred into a madman by the ghost dragon's heavy memory. Adil laughed angrily: "I don't care what legend, what clay tablet, I only know that I paid the price of half a city and tens of thousands of lives, and that Lotha is still standing on the stage to give a speech, leading thousands of barbarians to prepare to fight me!" The more he spoke, the more angry he became: "Could it be that my king has given you such support, and has done whatever it takes to meet any of your needs, in return for you to kill my people and destroy my cities?" Shermel's face was a little uncomfortable.

Although he looked down on these mortals, he was actually a kind person, and with so much support from Saladin, he also intended to repay, revenge and repaying Saladin, which combined to be his motivation for continuing to fight against Lothar.

Adil continued to output: "You said at the time that for a spellcaster at the level of Lothar, even if tens of thousands of people are sacrificed and half of the city is destroyed, as long as he can die, such a price is worth it. ”

"I've already paid the price, but what is the result?"

"I knew you were so unreliable, I'd rather find an evil god sacrificed by the Nubians!" Shermael reluctantly endured, and said, "Your Excellency the Governor, please be at ease...", Adil was silent.

He took several deep breaths. After a long time, he whispered: "I'm sorry, Master Shermail, I saw the horror of that ghost dragon with my own eyes, and even it couldn't kill that Lothar, you should be able to imagine the pressure on my shoulders now." "He just spoke this morning to fight the Crusaders to the death.

Could he still be able to back down now? If he really did this, wouldn't it be true that he was afraid of Lothar?

The morale of the army, which was originally quite high, was afraid that it would soon fall to the bottom. But when he thought that even the terrifying ghost dragon that seemed to be able to destroy the world could not kill Lothar, and there were several powerful spellcasters under Lothar's command, who were suspected of being restrained by the unrestrained Demon Gold, he really couldn't calm down.

Shermael shook his head: "You don't have to... That Lothar is indeed not a simple person, but the Doge does not need to worry too much, this wedge-shaped clay tablet I obtained from the Library of Alexandria is an extremely powerful ancient artifact, and in the past month and a half, I have developed many powerful spells from it, and there is only one step away from the legendary rank. Adil was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Master, I don't know what a legend is, I just hope that you can lead the mage advisory group to stop those Frankish spellcasters, and let this war return to its rightful appearance." Shermel hesitated, but nodded, "I'll do my best." "Although it feels like there is a high probability of breaking through the legendary realm in the last two days, this Lothar... It does seem to be a bit hard to kill.