Chapter 641 Scarecrow

When Lothar led the team to Fort Natawa, the soldiers on the city wall were collecting the corpses.

The flag of the double-headed eagle still flutters on the top of the city, but there are just a few more arrow holes. The battlements are full of arrows shot by the Saracens, like hedgehogs.

On the rammed-earth city wall blackened by the flames of war, there are still several burned siege ladders.

"My lord is here!"

"It's the Duke and the Hussars!"

"Hurry open the city gate and invite your Excellency to come in."

The defenders let out shouts of surprise, as if as long as that figure and his hussars were there, all powerful enemies would be no problem.

Lothar led the team to stop at the gate of the city. More than a dozen winged cavalry were divided into groups of three, including a scout and light cavalry without armor, running out in all directions to inquire about the news.

In the sky, you can vaguely see a few black dots hidden in the clouds, condescendingly pouncing on the falcons hovering above the castle.

With just a few sharp cries, those falcons, as tough as psoriasis, disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few dark feathers floating down.

That was the gargoyle summoned by Fringilla.

And it is not summoned temporarily, but a lot of magic materials containing spirituality are collected, and the constructed monsters created in the alchemy laboratory can be taken out and used continuously after soaking in the sea of ​​blood.

This kind of fine gargoyle has good fighting ability, but it is a pity that it has no intelligence. Lothar can communicate with them through blood magic and command them to fight, but it is difficult to pass on more detailed instructions, and he cannot communicate with the falcon like a falconer. .

Lothar did not rush into the city. He looked up at the defenders and frowned subconsciously: "Where is the guard officer? Let him come out to see me."

He was leading cavalry, but after entering the city, he lost mobility. Moreover, he vaguely felt a strange aura in the city. Although it was well hidden, it could not escape his perception.

On the city wall, the guard stuck his head out: "Sir, I'm here."

"Didn't you say that many Saracens came?"

"Heavenly Father, sir. In order to resist these pagan dogs, I had to release my arsenal to the farmers who took refuge in the city. The pagan dogs carried limited siege equipment and could not attack by force for a while. Then I saw that we had another attack. Fenghuo retreated."

Lothar looked back at Cerinina and saw her shaking her head slightly, Lothar sighed softly.

It seemed that his intuition was right.

No matter what the guard officer here said, there was still a quota for recruiting soldiers. He did not believe that one of his own would betray him.

Combine it with the breath you feel.

So there is only one possible outcome.

"Guard Officer, I remember your name, Matthew, right?"

Matthew's face was full of surprise: "Sir, you actually know!"

Lothar smiled. With his current mental strength, it is not difficult to remember some names and write down the names and the corresponding faces. It just depends on whether he is willing to spend the energy.

Although he likes to be a hands-off shopkeeper, he doesn't do nothing.

"Come to me."

"yes!"

Without even asking a question, Matthew trotted all the way to the city gate. He was wearing a helmet and trotted all the way without even taking a breath. He said respectfully: "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Matthew, you are from Florence, right?"

Although Matthew was confused, he nodded and said: "Yes, sir, my father once served as a city councilor in Florence."

Lothar lowered her voice and said, "Matthew, do you believe me?"

"certainly!"

Seemingly feeling great humiliation because of Lothar's questioning, Matthew's face turned red and he patted his chest and said, "Sir, your soldiers never ask how many enemies there are, only where they are. As long as you give an order No matter who the enemy is, I am willing to be the first to charge!"

Lothar sighed softly: "Matthew, I'm asking you if you believe me, not questioning your loyalty."

"Of course, my lord."

"Matthew, you are dead."

Matthew's face suddenly turned pale, and he stammered: "Sir, are you kidding me?"

"I hope so too."

"I am already dead"

He reached out and touched his face in a daze, seeming to realize something. He increased his strength, but with just a little force, the skin was torn open, revealing the straw filling inside.

"I remember!"

His voice was trembling, with a hint of suppressed crying: "Sir, we were harmed by the evil spell of the pagan dogs, and everyone died."

"I will avenge you."

Lothar patted Matthew on the shoulder and whispered softly.

Matthew was a little confused. It seemed that after Lothar revealed his identity, his consciousness became much slower.

After a while, he asked: "Sir, we died for the great cause of the Crusades, can we ascend to heaven?"

“Of course, your sins are wiped away and you will all ascend to heaven.”

These words were spoken to everyone.

The soldiers at the top of the city fell to the ground one after another, with relieved smiles on their faces.

"Oh, God"

Matthew murmured softly as more and more straw broke through his skin.

The soldiers brought by Lothar immediately shouted and were on guard.

"My lord, please leave him."

"It's dangerous here!"

Lothar waved his hand. He carefully observed the changes of Matthew. After the straw came into contact with the air, it soon twisted like a poisonous snake.

Not just on Matthew.

The straws in the body cavities of the soldiers guarding the city all rushed out, turning into scarecrow monsters with bared fangs and claws. They roared silently, and swooped down on the city wall as if they were walking on flat ground without being affected by gravity.

"Father, what kind of devil is this?"

"Sir, should we evacuate temporarily?"

"Be patient, wait for my order."

Lothar waved his hand. The breath coming from this scarecrow monster was not weak. At least it was much stronger than the werewolf Abelardo he killed when he just debuted, but this level of enemy was no longer a threat to Lothar.

A Crusader Knight drew his bow and arrow.

The arrow directly hit the first scarecrow, but the scarecrow just took off the bow and arrow and stuffed it into his mouth, and the hole healed in a breath.

The horses paced restlessly. The cavalrymen following Lothar were anxious, but they had just experienced the baptism of combat records. They were no longer as afraid of these monsters and demons as before, and soon calmed down.

"Use fire arrows!"

"Don't let them get close!"

Lothar snapped his fingers, and the temperature immediately rose a lot. Huge fireballs floated up. His original mastery of the fire spells in this world was not profound, but even if this was not profound enough, under multiple blessings, it was not inferior to most of the extraordinary people who specialized in fire spells in this world.

Boom.

The straw monsters exploded into a ball of torches.

They were magical creations, and it was difficult for ordinary flames to ignite them, but Lothar's flames were not ordinary fires. Even if he did not transform, his current strength was not inferior to that of the elite six-star followers.

Bang——

A burned siege ladder suddenly shed its charred black camouflage and turned into a thorny vine, slashing towards Lothar like lightning.

"My Lord, be careful!"

A blue light flashed by.

Cherinina bent her knees slightly and stood facing Lothar. The whistling vine behind her instantly scattered into countless fragments: "My Lord, I will go find the enemy's spellcaster."

"Put your own safety first."

Lothar warned, a little worried, and repeated: "Definitely."

Cherinina paused slightly, nodded a little ashamedly and replied: "I will, my Lord."

The cavalrymen then let out a series of exclamations.

"Miss Cherinina is great!"

"When can we be as powerful as Miss Cherinina?"

"To make merit. I heard that Baron Charles was given extraordinary power, and Andreas, your former secretary."