Chapter 607 Adil's Dilemma

The transformation from half-dragon to dragon is a huge progress, but it is still just like the previous half-dragon transformation. It is a bottom-of-the-box ability. If you use it at will, you may be empty of mana before the enemy is dealt with.

However, half-dragon transformation is becoming more and more normal.

The noise was overwhelming. The news that Duke Lothar, the legendary guardian of the holy spear, had reappeared and was unanimously elected as the generalissimo by the three kings was like a storm. Now those who are not qualified to enter the military meeting are outside. The waiting lower knights, the sergeants learned.

Followed closely by the pilgrims.

Pilgrims holding walking sticks, satchels, and wearing soft hats crowded around each other and rushed outside the military meeting camp with cheers. The atmosphere was even more lively than on Christmas Day.

They scrambled to gain advantageous terrain so that they could reach out and touch each other as the Generalissimo left for his parade.

After all, this is the guardian of the holy spear, which is much more reliable than the remains of the saint that are hidden in every church and whose authenticity is unknown.

It's just that although they had such a plan, they lost such courage when the "Santa Rosa" sitting astride the unicorn-like iron-clad giant horse actually appeared.

Like wheat waves blown by the wind, countless pilgrims and Crusaders knelt on the ground, worshiping devoutly the young monarch wearing a golden mask and bright armor engraved with sacred patterns.

Sun Eclipse holds his head high and walks proudly, accepting people's worship with peace of mind.

The faces of the Duke's Guards and Hussars who opened the way were filled with proud smiles. Lothar's sleep these days could be called the darkest moment in their lives.

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

"certainly."

Baldwin IV smiled happily: "After the battle at Kaleborg, I knew that only he could create the heavenly dynasty in my mind."

"You really have an eye for talent."

Baron Godfrey felt a little emotional. When he had just brought Perian back to the Holy Land from Gaul, and saw Lothar, he was fulfilling his friendship with old Werner.

In his expectation, Lothar could own a large fiefdom and become a baron, which was a huge achievement. He did not expect that he could achieve such great achievements.

Looking at his son who was also standing in the crowd, cheering, Godfrey was sour: "Oh, this old guy Werner just married Ms. Elise, who is famous for her beauty, and gave birth to such a child. An outstanding son, why is he so cross-eyed?”

Baldwin IV smiled and said: "Everything is God's will."

No matter what happens in this world, it is always okay to assume that it is God’s will.

Lothar stared straight ahead and sat upright on the horse. His mental power was strong enough that he could observe his surroundings without looking at them - he saw many familiar faces.

The first Sipaxi cavalry, the Coptic named Galio; Abdullah, the Kurdish cavalry captain who fought alongside him when he first came to the Holy Land; Ulm, the first hussar, now Semanud Sheriff of the city; Ned Stark, the poor knight who was defeated by him in the Austrian tourney and later became a knight of the Order under his command.

Unknowingly, he has changed many people's lives.

Without him, Galio might have always been just a stevedore, Abdullah would have died long ago on the way to follow Saleh, and Ulm would always have been just a sheepherder in Jorgelusberg.

Lothar set out from the camp outside the city and entered the city of Semanud. He was originally going to go to the city's cathedral to be anointed by the bishop, but the news of the dispatch of the Saracen army immediately made the revelers restless.

"Kill all those damn infidels!"

"They are seeking death!"

Lothar raised his head, looked at the falcon hovering in the clouds, sneered, and ordered: "Hans, raise my flag and let the Saracens know that I am back!"

In the sky, a group of falcons flew past.

"Losa is fine!"

Outside the city, Adil, who was leading the Black Gulams to march along Burulus Lake, could not help but change his expression slightly after receiving the news.

Although he didn't say anything, the fingers holding the reins turned slightly white: "Let Master Shemeier come to see me! Immediately, immediately!"

In the temporary camp.

Adil looked at Shemail who was walking slowly, and sneered: "Master Shemail, how did you guarantee it in the first place? That Lothar would definitely die? Half a city, tens of thousands of lives, in exchange for such a result ?”

Schemaier frowned: "You mean he's fine?"

"How is this possible! That is the most terrifying ability of the ghost dragon, and with the blessing of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, unless you are a powerful spellcaster in the legendary field, even if the ghost dragon does not occupy the body, it will be disturbed by the ghost dragon's thick memory. A madman."

Adil laughed angrily: "I don't care what legends or tablets, I only know that I paid the price of half a city and tens of thousands of lives, and that Lothar still stood on the stage and gave a speech, leading thousands of people The barbarians are ready to fight me!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became: "Could it be that my king gives you such support and meets any of your needs at all costs, in exchange for you killing the people under my rule and destroying the city that belongs to me?"

Shemaier's face looked a little worried.

Although he looked down on these mortals, he was actually a kind man. After receiving so much support from Saladin, he also intended to repay him. Revenge and repayment to Saladin were the two combined motivations for him to continue to fight against Lothar.

Adil continued to output: "You said at the time that for a spellcaster of Lothar's level, even if tens of thousands of people were sacrificed and half of the city was destroyed, as long as he could die, such a price would be worth it."

"I have paid the price, what is the result?"

"If I had known you were so unreliable, I would rather find an evil god worshipped by the Nubians to sacrifice!"

Shemaier barely endured and said, "Governor, please be patient."

Adil was silent.

He took several deep breaths.

After a long time, he whispered: "I'm sorry, Master Shemaier, I saw the horror of the ghost dragon with my own eyes. Even it couldn't kill Lothar. You should be able to imagine the pressure I am under now."

He just made a speech this morning, saying that he would fight to the death with the Crusaders.

Can he retreat now?

If he really did that, wouldn't it be confirmed that he was afraid of Lothar? The morale of the army, which was originally high, would probably fall to the bottom immediately.

But when he thought that even the terrifying ghost dragon that seemed to be able to destroy the world could not kill Lothar, and that Lothar had several powerful spellcasters under his command who were suspected to be unrestrained by magic gold, he really couldn't calm down.

Shemaier shook his head: "You don't have to be like this. That Lothar is indeed not a simple person, but the governor doesn't have to worry too much. This set of wedge-shaped clay tablets I obtained from the Library of Alexandria is an ancient artifact with infinite power. In the past half month, I have studied many powerful spells from it, and I am only one step away from the legendary level."

Adiel was silent for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "Master, I don't understand 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 what it should be."

Shemaier hesitated, but still nodded and said: "I will do my best."

Although it feels that there is a high probability that I can break through the legendary realm in the next two days, this Lothar seems to be a bit difficult to kill.