Chapter 640 Enemy Attack

Feeling the familiar feeling of being locked, Lothar knew that he could not dodge.

The Holy Spear Kungunir, the legendary Spear of Destiny of the God King Odin, is not so easy to dodge.

But there is no need to dodge.

The shadows of more than ten or so giant oriental dragons with bared fangs and claws and distinct hair and beards suddenly appeared. They were slender, and their scales were the same red and black as Lothar's. They emitted bursts of high-pitched dragon roars and danced around the giant dragons.

A huge and powerful pressure surged down, as if it was the supreme monarch, and anyone in front of him had to bow down.

The holy Seraph raised the Spear of Eternity high, and the golden light behind him formed a clear contrast with the fiery red world opposite. With a low hum of "holy", the burning holy spear turned into a golden light column that penetrated the sky and pierced Lothar's chest where the scales were the weakest.

Lothar was not panicked at all. His dual flame divinity was pushed to the extreme. With the blessing of the Fire Dragon, he was now like the fire god in ancient myths and legends. He took a deep breath, and the scorching heat that enveloped the whole world was suppressed for a while.

The power of the holy flame to break evil was useless to him, and the burning damage was almost nothing. The damage that the holy light could cause to him was at least weakened by 80%. As for the sharpness of the divine spear Kungunir, Lothar was never afraid of pure physical attacks.

Solid rock!

The spiritual light flashed through Lothar's body.

But at this moment.

Cherinina's body seemed to be lurking in the cracks of space, and suddenly appeared behind Lothar. She was hiding a sharp momentum, and the moment she appeared, it all turned into two majestic sword intentions, pouring out from the two swords.

The sword was like a galaxy, although it was far less powerful than the holy spear thrown by the opposite Seraphim.

But the threat it brought to Lothar was far greater than that.

The sword arrived first, cutting the sharp bone spurs on Lothar's back and penetrating his flesh.

This injury was nothing to Lothar, a giant after he turned into a true dragon, but the fatal thing was that the familiar strangling force instantly paralyzed all the spirituality in Lothar's body like a virus.

The terrifying dragon flame that had condensed all the fire spirituality that was ready to be launched was eliminated. The uncontrolled fire spirituality turned into a storm and gushed out from the gaps in the red and black scales like lava.

The stone talent was also stopped!

The stone, which could be activated almost with just a thought and had never failed, was invalid at this time because of the strangling force that was launched first by Cherinina.

Lothar's eyes flashed with a trace of relief. It was worthy of Cherinina. This ability to see through the battle opportunity was probably comparable to Jeanna's battlefield intuition. When the stone talent was activated, there was no gorgeous sound and light effect, and there was no need to shout out the name of the move.

The whole process probably took less than a second.

He was able to grasp this, even if it was because Cherinina was his own and knew his cards very well, it was really convincing.

But don't think that this can kill me.

The sharp holy spear pierced Lothar's chest, which was the weak point of his body defense. Even with multiple blessings, the defense was still good, but it was impossible to withstand the Kungunir of the God King Odin.

Intense pain came from the wound.

Lothar wanted to fight back.

But the world seemed to be unable to withstand such a violent attack and began to collapse.

Everyone returned to the room and looked at each other.

Prajna said in a deep voice: "I did it. Kurs has important news to report."

Lothar's expression changed slightly: "What happened?"

Prajna said concisely: "Enemy attack."

Lothar frowned and said: "Let's go."

Flynn curled her lips: "So I was the only one who got beaten up?"

Chelinina blinked and whispered: "You have an adult with you. I gave him a hard time, and then Ms. Jeanna shot him again."

…

Time moved forward.

Half an hour ago.

Natawa Castle in the west of Semanud City.

Conrad stood on the castle watchtower, basking in the gentle afternoon sun.

Egypt is a good place. If it were in Brandenburg, his hometown, the land would have been frozen dry and hard at this time, and the river surface would have been frozen with a layer of solid ice. It would have been difficult to chisel it open and catch a few fish to eat.

If there was not enough food stored, or if the vassal failed to stop those Wende bandits, life would have been worse.

This is all thanks to the fact that His Royal Highness Henry the Lion led his army to defeat those Wendish princes. I remember that when he was young, his father always said that every winter, Wends would row across the Elbe River and kill them.

At this time, every household had to prepare their own weapons, and all adult men and even women had to fight against the "invading pagans."

Now most Wends have been tied up with ropes and turned into serfs.

But their lives don't seem to be much better.

"Conrad, be alert, don't fall asleep, the Saracens have been making small moves recently. Last night, those pagan dogs stood on the hillside on the other side of the river and looked at this side for a long time. They must have bad intentions."

Conrad said, "Don't worry, no one can hide from me, 'Eagle Eye Conrad'. As long as we can hold on for a quarter of an hour, the winged cavalry in Semanud will pick the heads of those pagan dogs on spears."

There are not many defenders in the castle. It originally belonged to the Governor Machri of the city of Semanud. After the Crusaders captured the city of Semanud, they were assigned to the winged cavalry company. In other words, the castle and its affiliated All the output of the estate belongs to the Hussars Company.

Most of the estates outside the city have been abandoned.

But the castle was in a strategic position, with strong walls, and would have become a Saracen stronghold if abandoned, and because of its proximity to the city, it was one of the few manors that was preserved and garrisoned.

"Ha, when the time comes, let's follow the cavalry gentlemen to pick up some trophies, and then sell them to those cunning Latin businessmen. Maybe we can make a lot of money."

"The big bosses let those profiteers make away with it."

Merchants must be cunning. How can anyone who is not cunning enough cope with the numerous tariffs? There are endless thieves on the trade road, and some of them are even guest appearances by local lords.

"We can sell the trophies to the quartermaster in the city. The recycling price they give is more reasonable, but they only have one day a week, so we have to wait in line for a long time."

In the distant woods, a flock of birds suddenly appeared.

Conrad immediately became vigilant and reminded: "Be careful, it may be the Saracen cavalry!"

Soon, groups of dark Saracen troops emerged from the woods.

Conrad immediately rang the bell with all his strength: "Enemy attack, enemy attack! Light the beacon!"

The whole castle was in chaos.

Many resting soldiers, wearing armor, rushed to the city wall.

The soldier who lit the fire asked loudly: "According to the regulations, we have to report how many enemies there are?"

These were recruits who had been trained in Hebron. They had basic combat qualities and decent equipment. However, they were quick-finished soldiers after all, and they were already panicking when encountering an enemy attack.

Conrad shouted at the top of his lungs: "I don't know, it's boundless!"

At first glance, the black rush of Saracens is indeed boundless. There are still many people hidden in the woods. Looking around, I can only feel that there are people and horses holding the sacred fire flag everywhere, like a black wave that swallows everything. .

"If they still don't stop, are they trying to climb the city wall with their hands?"

"I don't know, I didn't see them equipped with siege engines."

Some soldiers guarding the cupping jars looked wary. These enemies were very strange. Not only did they not have siege vehicles, siege towers, trebuchets or other large siege equipment, they didn't even have simple ladders to carry on their shoulders.

"Be careful. Keep all the refugees in the city under strict guard and tell the soldiers guarding the city gate to be careful!"

The garrison officer of the castle shouted loudly. He guessed that the enemy had prepared an internal response in advance. This was because during this period, the castle had gathered many peasants from annexed manors. Although most of them had been moved to the city, there were still some who had not made it in time. Send away.

His guess was originally correct. The Saracens were not monsters and could not climb the smooth city wall with their hands and feet. But that was just a guess based on common sense. There are always a small group of people in the world who cannot use common sense to guess. of.

Under the city wall, huge vines emerged from the ground, forming crude ladders that spontaneously climbed to the top of the city wall.

The Saracen soldiers who rushed under the city wall seemed to have expected it. They reached out to grab the vines and climbed up with all their strength.

“Father in heaven, what kind of monster is this?”

"Quick, cut these vines down!"

The defenders chopped hard, but with little success. The skin of the vines was extremely tough, and even a tomahawk would only leave a shallow scar on it.

"Don't worry about these damn vines. The enemy is about to climb up. Throw the cupping pot!"

shouted the Vindicator.

The soldiers dropped their fire pots one after another. After these clay pots containing kerosene broke, a large amount of grease immediately splashed out. Several torches were thrown down from the top of the city, which immediately lit up a large flame. The Lassen soldiers immediately let out bursts of shrill screams.

The garrison shouted: "Open the arsenal and let the peasants who come in for refuge take up arms! Everyone, please stand on the city wall!"

The fire oil in these fire jars is all precious Greek fire, high-end goods bought from Greek merchants. There are only a dozen in Natawa Castle in total, and most of them were used in one go. If this continues, It was impossible for them to defend the city and send troops to support them.

"What if they rebel?"

"They know what will happen if the city wall is breached!"

Governor Majid looked at the castle that seemed to be burning with a wall of fire and frowned: "Master Ali, why don't you just raze the Franks' city wall?"

The spell caster of the advisory group, known as Master Ali, looked aloof and snorted: "I never cast spells on ordinary people. This goes against my principles. If I had set up a siege ladder for you, your number would be Dozens of times more powerful than the Franks, can't you still win?"

Governor Majid cursed secretly in his mind, of course he can win, but it is not certain how much loss he will have to pay.

He was pushed out by Adil to take the lead, but he was unwilling to let all his elite troops be lost in this inconspicuous siege battle.

He lowered his voice and said: "Master, I once excavated a golden scarab in Fayoum. It is said to be an artifact left by the ancient gods and can protect the holder from death."

Master Ali had a suspicious look on his face: "Can ordinary people avoid death if they hold it?"

If there really was such a magical weapon, he didn't believe that Majid would take it out under such circumstances.

Majid said with a wry smile: "It will turn into a ghoul."

Master Ali's expression slightly changed. He was relieved by this negative effect: "Such a dangerous tool is too dangerous to be in the hands of ordinary people like you. It's better to give it to me for safekeeping."

Governor Majid whispered: "No problem, just this"

Master Ali immediately showed a compassionate expression: "I don't want to attack ordinary people, but if we continue to fight like this, I don't know how many casualties there will be. Sometimes, killing to stop killing is also a kind act."

Governor Majid cursed in his heart, but showed a flattering smile on his face: "Master, what you said is very true."

I saw Ali stretched out his hand, and a series of green lights that could not be seen by the naked eye flew towards the castle, and a series of shrill screams suddenly rang out in the castle.

The piled up hay had all been activated at this time, turning into straw men with bloody mouths, rushing towards the soldiers guarding the city and the farmers who were temporarily living in the city.