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

"Look what I found?"

"A damned, cowardly, honorless deserter!"

It is different from what Galio imagined. People who have never drank the magic potion are as eye-catching as the sun in the night in the eyes of these deformed "werewolves".

Perhaps because of frequent consumption of this magic potion, or perhaps due to extraordinary talent, the man who appeared behind him was very different from his deformed companions. He had muscles that could burst his clothes, and thick black hair. A long mandible, a bloody mouth, and minced meat hanging from the fangs.

Most likely it's not the enemy's.

Because the enemy didn't even land on the city.

He is the... supervising team of the City Guards!

One looks like the product of every deformed limb of those "defective products" pieced together, a genuine werewolf!

It’s over!

I'm dying!

Galio's mouth opened wide in fear, and his body slumped on the ground kept moving backwards.

But fear, sometimes when it reaches the extreme, turns into anger.

His chest couldn't help but rise and fall, and his face, which was dripping with tears, looked extremely distorted due to the complete loss of expression control.

I just want to live. What’s wrong with me?

I have no relatives or friends. The upper-class people who live in this wealthy city look at us with disdain like looking at a dog. What does the prosperity and wealth of this city have to do with us?

What reason do I have to die for these people?

The intense anger caused him to tighten his grip on the potion water bag in his hand.

He's going to fight for his life.

The desperate efforts of a poor man at the bottom!

However.

Just hear a bang.

A crossbow arrow burst the water bag in his hand, and the blood-red liquid inside spilled everywhere.

Next to the werewolf of the supervising team, a werewolf raised his crossbow and looked indifferent, and was loading the crossbow in an understatement.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the werewolf of the supervising team, as if his resistance and survival were so ridiculous - a desperate counterattack by a civilian and a coward? It's just a joke.

"ah!"

He yelled, waving the weapon in his hand regardless, even though it seemed as weak as a cricket shaking a tree.

The wind howled.

The sharp nails popped out of the werewolf's broad palm, splitting the inferior weapons distributed in his hands into two pieces with just one click.

The gap is really too big.

He is just an ordinary civilian, and the weapon he uses is a low-quality long sword loaned to him from the armory because he cannot prepare his own weapons. The other party is Lord Jabri's elite bodyguard. In addition to eating, drinking and having fun every day, he is practicing fighting. Skills.

Moreover, the other party probably drank more magic potion than they cannon fodder soldiers - if that thing is really magic potion.

The sharp claws tore through the air and thrust into his chest.

They were so close that he could even smell the fishy stench emanating from the other's yellowed teeth.

"I'm dying."

Despair enveloped Galio's heart.

…

However in fact.

Not only was he not dead.

Instead, it was the werewolf supervisor who was so arrogant a second ago who died.

Its huge, ferocious wolf head was cut off by a long sword, and it rolled to his feet. The smelly blood sprayed all over his face and body.

Appearing behind it was a Crusader Knight.

He wore a white burqa with a black cross heraldry, and a winged helmet like a bull's horn, which completely covered his face. The burqa was bulging with the iron armor underneath. Man is like a moving iron tower.

It is simply unimaginable how he got to the city wall. It was possible that he jumped directly from the siege tower.

The knight looked at Galio, who was full of fear, and then looked at the corpse on the ground. He quickly realized what happened here, silently lamented "the dust of the times", and crossed himself on his chest.

He said: "Little guy, continue to hide here. If you encounter the Crusaders, put down your weapons and surrender, they will not make things difficult for a small soldier like you."

The military discipline of Lothar's headquarters army is still guaranteed.

Although he has no time, it is difficult to restrain all the Crusaders to act according to his standards. He often turns a blind eye to the plundering behavior of various Crusaders, but this does not mean that the same is true for the elites of his headquarters.

"Really, really?"

"I don't have to lie to you."

Wearing a horned helmet, he looked like a Crusader knight from Hell, but his voice seemed gentle.

He also speaks Coptic well!

Galio sighed with emotion, stood up in a hurry, and crossed himself on his chest like a knight: "Praise Heavenly Father, may Heavenly Father bless you, generous knight."

The knight waved his hand and disappeared from his sight.

Galio breathed a sigh of relief.

When he finally plucked up the courage to look outside, the city walls were already littered with corpses.

The knight wearing a horned helmet, already holding a terrifying two-handed sword, reached the other end of the city wall. A semi-deformed werewolf tried to attack him, but was cut off in the blink of an eye.

His whole body was filled with excitement.

"Monsters, these Crusaders, Franks, and those werewolves, they are all a group of monsters!"

"This is a fight between monsters, and it definitely doesn't belong to ordinary people like us!"

…

The city gate was opened.

The counterattack on the top of the city was gradually suppressed by Hans, who was killed on the city wall, and the armored archers who shot at him from above.

then.

A general attack began.

The knights lined up in infantry formation, holding kite shields - this kind of shield is undoubtedly lighter and more flexible than the square shield used by the remaining veteran brigade, and the lower tip can be inserted into the ground to save energy.

The knights formed a formation and quickly rushed towards the city gate.

They use a variety of melee weapons, including maces, armed swords, half-hand swords, and battle axes.

There were also some Germanic knights who completely abandoned their shields and relied entirely on their strong armor for defense. They brandished a two-handed giant sword and rushed into the city to fight with the enemy.

Even a semi-deformed werewolf may have its neck broken by such a powerful and heavy weapon.

But in the battle inside the city wall, these long pole weapons are not allowed to be used, short swords, even daggers, and even teeth - the soldiers guarding the city gate have indeed gained extraordinary strength due to the potion.

But their foundation is there, no matter how strong they are, they can't get much stronger. Instead, they lost their mind and were weakened by Lavinia. In terms of individual combat effectiveness, they are even inferior to the Crusader cavalry with various buffs.

The situation in the battle soon turned completely towards the Franks.

Bright Crusader flags were erected at several important places at the top of the city.

Veneto bit Jabri on the shoulder, causing the black werewolf opposite to feel the pain. He angrily kicked the stubborn werewolf away like a cockroach, covering his shoulder that was almost torn off, and his eyes seemed to be risking his life. Come out of Mars.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting with me?"

Veneto spat blood and the pieces of meat bitten from the black werewolf onto the ground.

The flesh and blood on the black werewolf's shoulders proliferated rapidly. On the opposite side, Veneto's scarred body surface was also healing rapidly.

This guy is no match for him at all!

Whether it is strength, speed, or defense, he has to be far ahead of the "similar" person opposite him, but in terms of combat skills, he is far behind!

Jabri wasn't a werewolf at all in the first place.

It's not like no one saw him displaying his werewolf form, but those who saw him were basically dead.

The curse gave him enough power.

But there are too few opportunities to exercise this strength. On the other hand, the werewolf from the Franks seems to be born as a werewolf. The tail, claws, arms, legs, everything that can be used as a weapon are all He was used to perfection.

What's even more frightening is that the battle has continued until now, with fierce confrontations time and time again, and injuries that are so deep that you can see the bones. Injuries that might be fatal to ordinary people are like nothing on the opponent's body.

Not only was this guy fine, but he became braver and stronger as he fought and got injured!

Now, although he still has the upper hand and given enough time, he is confident that he can deal with this hateful "similar", but he has gradually lost the interest in fighting.

Because his soldiers were losing.

This group of trash, even if they drank his wolf blood and overdrafted the rest of their lives in advance, they still couldn't stop the Franks.