In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

In the darkness, the gate of the camp opened.

Even a group of desert bandits who come and go like the wind still need a place to stay in this desert to avoid the scorching light of the day and the cold night.

Therefore, a remote camp with a secret water source came into being.

This place is surrounded by several mounds.

From the outside, there is nothing unusual here at all.

But if you climb to the top of the mound, you will find that there is a whole other world here.

A wooden camp covering a large area rose from the ground.

At this time, the bandits who were left behind were watching in amazement as their companions set off one by one, arrogantly threatening to bring back a whole cart of gold and silver.

They were like bereaved dogs, swarming through the door with fear on their faces.

"What's wrong, my brother!"

"Where are the others? Why are you the only ones back?"

"We were defeated. Those terrible Frankish barbarians despicably used a terrible spell with blood as the medium. They are the incarnation of the devil!"

Someone was stunned and stammered: "We shouldn't provoke those devils. There are only seven of them. They beat our warriors away like chopping melons and vegetables."

"Holy fire, please burn away the evil curse on us."

As soon as someone rushed into the camp gate, they knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to the holy fire altar enshrined in the center of the camp.

Abboud looked at this scene with a gloomy face, and the anger and worry in his heart almost burned his whole body.

Abboud said with a stern expression: "Let everyone be prepared. Bator, you take people to prepare the sacrifices required for the 'big sacrifice'. I will hold the 'Holy Fire' sacrifice."

"Yes, sir."

Bato, who had a hideous and bloody wound on his cheek, accepted the order with a gloomy expression.

This was an injury inflicted on him by a despicable Frankish cavalryman wearing a helmet that resembled a bull's horn.

Abboud said in a deep voice: "I ordered people to keep strict watch tonight. Only half of the people are allowed to sleep, and the rest are on standby for me."

Someone wondered: "Boss, are we too careful? It's impossible for them to find our camp. Even if they find it, they can't do anything in the middle of the night."

"That's right, boss, we all swore an oath to the holy fire. If anyone dares to reveal the location of the camp, he will be burned to ashes immediately."

"Shut up, you idiots!"

"Do you know what I saw?"

There was a rare hint of fear on Abboud's face.

They had never seen such an unfamiliar emotion on their leader's face, and they all fell silent for a while.

Usually, the leader always gives them the impression of being wise, intelligent, brave and fearless.

Abboud's hoarse voice sounded: "I saw the woman under the Frankish lord devouring the soul with the black shield in her hand!"

"The oath only works on living people. Dead people are not within the jurisdiction of the holy fire."

He looked at the silence of his subordinates, with a bleak smile on his face: "Go and prepare. If those Franks really find this place, they will just surround it, and we will be trapped here and die without anyone." In order to rescue our group of bandits, we will not hesitate to go deep into the territory of the Franks!"

…

Later in the night.

In the darkness, an armored sergeant was either nervous or excited waiting for his lord's order to attack.

Some people silently held the cross and prayed devoutly.

The siege ladder and simple crash cart built by the carpenters accompanying the army have been arranged.

Someone whispered: "My chain armor is already very worn. This time, the lord promised us to dispose of the captured items ourselves. I must get a new set of armor."

"Shut up."

Model slapped him on the helmet with a stern face: "No one is allowed to speak before the Lord issues an order!"

The soldiers fell silent, and they lay down quietly in the grass to rest. Traveling all night had exhausted most of their physical strength and energy.

The reason why Lothar did not launch an attack immediately was due to such considerations.

Lothar was counting the time at this time.

The hussars had all taken off the feather decorations behind their armor, and they were holding broadswords and one-handed hammers, clustering around him.

This time he brought sixty armored sergeants, mobilized almost all the pack animals, and even borrowed pack horses and camels from several villages. It could be said that he was mobilized in full force.

"It's almost time, order everyone to prepare for battle."

Lothar said.

In the darkness, he held a half-sword tightly, without holding a shield that would get in the way.

There was only Prajna beside him.

Fringilla's magic power has been exhausted and she is recuperating in the rear.

This is to cast a spell called "Group Night Vision" which lasts for two hours.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Lothar's army to quietly reach the vicinity of the camp without torches.

The chaotic noises below soon alerted the defenders on the camp. By the light of the fire, they saw the ferocious faces of men wrapped in iron armor, charging toward them with ferocious smiles.

"It's the Franks!"

"Holy fire, these devils are really here!"

Lothar took the lead and rushed to the front.

He is not far from level 4. If he kills a dozen more people, he should be able to successfully level up.

Although as a lord, personal attributes are not a priority to improve, but throughout the ages, countless kings and leaders have been assassinated.

Moreover, as a Crusader noble, it is common for him to personally lead his troops to attack. There will always be times when Prajna cannot protect him.

He chopped down a bandit with one sword, and felt that there were countless bandits running out of the barracks in the darkness. Their reaction speed was too fast.

It was as if their arrival had been anticipated.

Fortunately, bows and arrows are no longer effective in such chaotic battles.

Darkness is the best cover for the armored sergeants who have the "blessing from Heavenly Father". They slash and kill enemies who cannot see clearly, and some even uttered a few Arabic words in confusion.

The car crashed open the wooden city gate, and the armored soldiers roared and swarmed in.

At this moment, a cluster of flames quickly shot up in the darkness, rising tens of meters high.

The entire camp was illuminated as bright as day.

Abboud, the bandit leader, knelt devoutly in front of the flames and kept pouring silver, gold, silk, and various spices into it.

The flames grew higher and higher.

Immediately, it turned into a giant fire snake.

In Abboud's sharp eyes, the cold vertical pupils were accurately locked on Lothar on the city wall. The two looked at each other, and the next moment, the fire snake flew towards him at high speed.

Before he even got close, Lothar felt a burning pain from the intense heat that hit his face.

For a moment, he didn't know which way to escape.

Because this fire snake clearly has its own tracking function.

The horrified armored sergeants looked at this scene at a loss and murmured: "Father in heaven, this is the evil witchcraft of pagans!"

"This is the sacred fire that pagans believe in!"

A silent figure stood in front of Lothar, with flying black hair flying in the wind.

Lothar's frightened mood quickly calmed down.

She obviously looked much slimmer than him, but at this moment, Prajna was as majestic in Lothar's heart as Theodosius's wall.

I saw the black shield in her hand spinning rapidly.

The ghost-faced relief reluctantly spit out a large amount of black mist, lingering in front of the shield, expanding the black shield, which was less than two meters long, into an even larger space.

boom--

The fiery serpent struck upon it.

The ghost-faced relief roared sharply.

Large swaths of black mist collapsed.

The flying sparks splashed onto the wooden walls of the camp, and a raging fire suddenly broke out.

Lothar clearly saw a few sparks falling on Prajna's arm, burning his sleeves instantly and causing large wrinkles on the smooth skin.

"Damn it!"

…

"Damn it!"

Two angry curses sounded almost at the same time.

Abboud never imagined that the killing blow he sought through the Holy Fire Sacrifice would be blocked by this evil witch who used witchcraft.

The depression in my heart emerged involuntarily.

"Holy Fire, is your power ultimately not as great as the pagans who have stolen the Holy Land?"

boom--

The sharp hand slashed down with half a sword.

Abboud subconsciously took a step forward. The sword blade only scratched his back, and then was scratched aside by the armor plate above.

"Abd, I gave you a chance, but you gave up."

The anger on Aboud's face was mixed with fear: "The people of Zoroastrianism will not surrender to you butchers from Frank!"

Lothar was not in the mood to argue with him. Throughout the ages, winners and losers have always been like this.

Bang bang bang——

The heart beats vigorously, like the beat of a drum.

Under Lothar's barrel helmet, his breathing became extremely heavy. The attributes brought by the blood waterfall surged, causing him to slash out a sword like lightning in the next moment.

Abboud's eyes widened.

The eagle eye allowed him to see the opponent's movements clearly, but his body could not react at all. In just a moment, his head was chopped off by the sharp hand and half sword.

Lothar didn't even give the head a chance to fall to the ground, so he grabbed it, raised it high, and let out a powerful roar: "Abboud is dead. Those who stop resisting will not be killed!"