paranoianovel Chapter 704 Tacit understanding
Chapter 704 Tacit understanding
Chapter 704 Tacit understanding
Although Prajna has never become an elite, its strength has not remained stagnant.
Since the first time Nilfgaard's black army appeared.
With the successive appearances of the Wild Hunt, the topic of the "Witcher" novel was completely maximized. It was once again hyped up a lot in the Holy Land, and even spread as far as Europe, becoming the most popular story in taverns and alleys.
Listening to the stories of bards, playing hand-painted pirated Gwent cards, and drinking a few sips of cheap beer have become the favorite pastime of the lower class citizens and farmers.
White frost and wild hunt have long become nightmares in the minds of many people. Some remote areas don’t even regard them as legends, but real natural disasters.
All of this deepens the power of the Wild Hunt Legion that exists in the world of the book, allowing Prajna to leverage more powerful forces with very little consumption to maintain the combat of this Wild Hunt Legion of hundreds of cavalry.
As the Wild Hunt appeared, the black-armored knights, each covered in iron armor and covered with ice, launched a counterattack.
The biting cold fog followed them forward, and the wild hunting dogs barked loudly, clearing the way for their masters. They opened their mouths wide and bit the legs, chest and abdomen of the giant beasts. Some even bit open the belly of the giant beasts and drilled in, with their heads full of hot blood, which even melted their bodies made of magic ice crystals.
These magical creations were created to be consumables. Even if more of them were trampled into ice crystals, it would actually reduce Prajna's consumption.
"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"
A rider on the back of a giant beast prayed loudly to encourage himself, raised the javelin in his hand and nailed a wild hunting dog to the ground, and then the giant beast under him stepped on it and crushed it into a pile of debris.
This was obviously a very powerful javelin warrior. He shot several javelins in succession and all of them hit the enemy directly.
His eye-catching performance soon attracted the attention of a Wild Hunt Knight.
This man wore a feather helmet, and the skin exposed outside the armor was leaden gray. His emotionless eyes were like two burning cold blue flames. He just waved his hand, and a ball of thick white frost immediately rushed away.
The javelin warrior's body stiffened, and he fell straight off the back of the giant beast, like a piece of fine porcelain, and in an instant he shattered into countless pieces of frozen flesh.
The silent army of the dead finally collided with the army of giant beasts that were roaring and praying with great momentum.
The behemoths took advantage of their size and trampled many Wild Hunt knights into piles of scrap metal.
But the evil spirit under the armor was not afraid at all. A wild hunter knight raised the spear in his hand and threw it hard, piercing the single eye of a giant beast, which immediately made the beast go crazy and charge left and right in the herd.
There were also Wild Hunt Knights who cast frost spells to kill the giant beasts one after another.
The tragic scene shocked the soldiers on both sides. Even those who claimed to be elite soldiers rarely believed that they could survive such a terrifying and powerful enemy.
"Hey, how is this any different than a fight between kids?"
Fulin was very disdainful: "Even if these guys are brought out, they are not enough to defeat a team of Royal Court Blood Guards."
The Blood Guards of the Blood Court are comparable to the Wolf Clan's Liquidation Squad, but their strength is undoubtedly much stronger.
Although the Wolf Tribe and the Blood Court are mortal enemies, the power balance between the two sides is actually not balanced.
This situation can occur, on the one hand, because the Blood Court has weak expansion capabilities and is not internally united. In Albania, it is only the Iskander clan that is fighting against the Wolf Tribe, and the other royal courts are too lazy to intervene and are even happy to see Iskander suffer.
On the other hand, the old antiques at the top of the Blood Court are either sleeping in their coffins or planning something big in secret. These old vampires are absolutely villains and dark creatures, but their harm is not that great. This is why when Austria, which called itself the "Holy" Roman Emperor, was willing to turn a blind eye to the Blood Court at its doorstep before it unified Germany.
"It's time for me to show off my skills. I can't just watch you being the only one in the spotlight."
As she spoke, she once again animated a dozen gargoyles and went to drive away the falcon in the sky. This action quickly attracted a counterattack from the Saracen spellcasters.
Her competitive spirit was aroused, her face wrinkled, and she multitasked, controlling the gargoyle as if it were a drone to fight the enemy.
The Saracen spellcasters also liked this indirect "battle of magic" and took action one after another, releasing mechanical flying dragons, scorpion-tailed lions, constructed golems...all kinds of magical creations, fighting in the sky.
But in fact it makes no sense. There is not much difference between both sides taking action and neither side taking action.
The result is that Fulin fought against ten people alone and did not lose.
It’s not that her strength is superior to that of the high-level spellcasters on the opposite side, but it’s simply that this group of people simply don’t dare to stand out too much.
Everyone was afraid of a sudden stab from behind with a sword that could kill the king. Shemail could withstand it, but they didn't have the confidence to say, "I can do it too." After all, Shemail already had a wedge-shaped clay tablet at that time.
Lothar returned to the formation riding on the solar eclipse.
His gaze passed through the smoke-filled battlefield, through the thousands of troops, and met with Shemayer, who was overlooking the battlefield on the opposite high ground. He then looked at Adil and slowly raised the Duke's new gun in his hand.
There was a faint sound of a dragon's roar, and both Adil and Shemaier seemed to see a red and black dragon coiled up in a majestic manner, staring at them with a pair of cold eyes.
“Is this a warning?”
Adil looked at the dead knights who were engaged in a fierce battle with the behemoth army, suffering almost the same loss. Judging from the situation, they would most likely perish together with the behemoth army, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
When the combat forces of these two "super-standard" forces are exhausted, it will be time for them to fight a tough battle.
In battles of the same scale, the Saracens were often at a disadvantage against the Crusaders.
To be honest, over the years, the Crusaders have been able to gain a foothold in the Holy Land as a guest army. Although they have experienced several setbacks, they have never been driven away. This is enough to prove the comparison of the combat power between the two. The Frankish knights have always been proud of their combat power.
Adil placed his hand on his chest and chanted a prayer praising the holy fire in a low voice. After a long while, he stood up and said to the elite cavalry assigned to him by Saladin: "Kasaj Guards, prepare to charge with me."
Shemaier frowned and reminded: "General Adil, you have to understand one thing. The battle between mortals cannot determine the real victory or defeat."
"General, do you think that if you can win this battle and want to pursue the remnants of the retreating Crusaders, the Franks will not send spellcasters to stop you? Even if you win a war in the secular world, you cannot win all the battles."
Adil sneered in response: "Master, it would be best if you could lead those spellcasters to win this battle."
Shemaier fell silent. Facing only Lothar, he was confident that he could win, even if this man first shot and killed his apotheosis dragon Tiamat with an arrow, and then withstood the assassination of the King's Blade. After all, he knew very well how he would perform if he relied on the wedge-shaped clay tablet and fought at full strength.
But Lothar has more than just one strong man under his command.
And all of them are willing to fight for him to the death. The female assassin before would rather risk her life to kill him.
And what about his "companions"?
Except for those who are not very strong, such as Zoroastrian imams and wise men, few others are willing to risk their lives to fight the enemy. They are just mercenaries who come here to make money, so how can they have any moral integrity?
In fact, he was not completely sure of victory. The best he could do was to kill Lothar and escape safely. He would not be able to deal with the rest of the extraordinary people by himself. By then, the outcome of the war might not be as smooth as he had promised Saladin.
He was a spellcaster with integrity. He had collected so many materials, plus the priceless cuneiform tablet. If he could, he would really be willing to help. What's more, he had a deep hatred with the other party.
"Since you can't do it, don't stop me from fulfilling my duty. If we are doomed to fail in this battle, it is also the will of the Holy Fire."
He smiled slightly, stepped on the back of a slave, and climbed onto his mount.
"Kasaji Guards! Charge with me!"
In fact, Lothar did not have much confidence in his ability to defeat Shemaier, but this guy was undoubtedly the target he most wanted to eliminate in this battle.
Like Iris, a transcendent who has a mortal enemy will undoubtedly be a huge hidden danger.
In other words, Shemaier is a man of integrity. If he is pushed to the limit, he will resort to despicable means such as poisoning, assassination, and cursing. These are of no threat to him, but they are enough to turn his territory into a dead zone.
But who knows how long this guy's integrity can last?
In essence, Lothar is not the kind of hypocritical person who would put himself in shackles and not attack ordinary people just because he possesses extraordinary power. He did not hesitate to use Dragon Flame Tickets to attack the Saracen pirates before.
Since you have taken up weapons and gone to the battlefield, you cannot be considered innocent if you are killed. It is better to kill the enemy than your own people.
If he could deal with Shemaier, he would only need to transform into a magic dragon and fly around in the sky. He would be able to carry the momentum of his victory and make the enemies flee. As long as he offered some benefits, some people would surrender.
Precisely because the other side also had such a military deterrent, he chose to reach a tacit understanding with Adil that neither side would allow the other side's spellcaster to directly attack ordinary people.
As for whether too much bloodshed on both sides would increase the difficulty of ruling... he had never worried about such a thing.
It is impossible to rule a group of people with different religions and cultures by just using gentle means.
On the opposite side, looking at the backs of the Kasaji Guards going away, Shemaier suddenly felt something in his heart. Looking at the fluttering double-headed eagle flag in the distance, he seemed to feel Lothar's murderous intent towards him, and he sneered.
"Well, after you finish this worldly battle, we can settle our accounts later."
Using the Stairs to Godhood is also a drain on him.
It would be better for him to take a good rest during this time. It wouldn't make much difference for him whether he takes action now or later.
The simple thing is that he originally wanted to fulfill his promise to Saladin as much as possible, but now it seems that it is no longer possible.
As he thought about it, he took out a bottle of potion and drank it, then sat on the ground and recovered his mental strength.
The wedge-shaped clay tablets spontaneously surrounded him, forming a natural barrier. Even if Cherylina could master the King-Slaying Blade, she would never be able to penetrate this barrier and attack him.