OBS Chapter 805 Lothar's Attempt
Chapter 805 Lothar's Attempt
Chapter 805 Lothar's Attempt
"Ms. Viviana, you should have listened to Mr. Murphy's advice. We don't have to go to this point."
Paladin Martin raised his shield and stood in front of Viviana.
From behind him, a spear like a poisonous snake stabbed silently and tore the corner of Viviana's skirt. Then the Candle Knight stepped on the tip of the spear and leaped behind them.
"You are definitely not a match for the two of us. For the sake of the traditional friendship between the Hanoverian royal family and the German emperor and the Elector, we will give you one last chance to withdraw from the battle."
Martin and Wilson are two honorary knights of the Order of St. George. They have long since withdrawn from the regular combat sequence of the Order and have devoted themselves to the pursuit of martial arts and salvation. Even in the Order of St. George, their combat effectiveness ranks in the first echelon.
"I left my family 20 years ago. This time, I am fighting only as an individual."
Viviana said softly, and at the moment when the two people attacked, she used the secret technique of light and shadow to escape and came behind the Paladin Martin. The magic power in her body flowed and poured into the blade in her hand, drawing a ray of cold and clear light.
boom--
Smoke, dust and flying gravel.
When everything was gone, what was revealed was a golden shield that stood on the city wall like a mountain. On it, the emblem of St. George riding a white horse and holding a spear slaying the dragon seemed to come alive.
Martin, behind the shield, sneered, "The legendary Candle Knight, is this all his strength? I advise you to leave the battlefield. One more or one less of you won't make a difference here. Why would you want to sacrifice your life for a war that is doomed to fail?"
Wilson, who was holding a spear and looked like St. George on the shield, raised his chin slightly and said, "The Swan Knight or the Holy Grail Knight in the opera are always invincible when they are on the stage, but once they leave the stage, they are nothing."
Standing on the battlement, Viviana slowly untied the antler hood on her head. The cold wind blew away her long platinum hair. The surging magic power in her body, with the blessing of the law, slowly climbed to a level comparable to the two top spellcasters of the British army.
She did not reply, but silently drew two sword marks. The world went from light to dark. Unknowingly, a group of female knights holding candlesticks had surrounded the two paladins from all directions.
The relief on Martin and Wilson's faces gradually disappeared and they became serious.
"Oh, that's more like it."
"Come on, let us both experience the strength of Germany's first female knight!"
At the same time, on the tower of Wolfburg.
As the highest point of the entire battlefield except for the airship, there is no place better than here to have an overview of the entire situation.
Orders were issued from here, and reserve teams led by pure-blooded wolves filled the gaps in the defense line.
Lothar looked a little pale, looking at the battle in the distance with a serious expression: "It seems that the enemy has already noticed the source of Fulin's power. They can't remove those wizard towers, so they can only attack Nia."
"I have sent people to support Ms. Prajna."
"That's not what I wanted to say."
Losa shook his head. He saw the old patriarch give the order with his own eyes, so he naturally wouldn't say something meaningless: "Mr. Patriarch, what do you feel now?"
"It's hard to explain. It's just very complicated."
Giuliano was silent for a while and then shook his head.
He wanted to fulfill his duty of fighting in battle and defending his hometown like an ordinary wolf, but he couldn't do it. He had to be the leader of the entire battlefield and stay in the rear.
What's more, as the head of a clan, he hasn't honed his martial arts for a long time, so even if he joins the battlefield, it won't be of much use.
The old patriarch looked a little depressed: "My bones are old and rusty. I don't know how much courage I still have as a wolf, a descendant of Romulus. Mr. Lothar, I have to admit that I was too naive before..."
"If you weren't here, the British would have already planted the Union Jack here by now."
The old patriarch turned around and pointed to the blue and gold Lone Star flag above his head.
"In the War of the Spanish Succession, the British suffered a great loss, watching France take over Spain and strangle the gateway to the western Mediterranean. The British learned a lesson and their military strength has grown by leaps and bounds."
Losa said softly: "No matter who is in charge, it is hard to imagine the progress of the British Army over the years."
He turned around and said seriously, "Mr. Giuliano, you should have a good talk with Debon's consultant."
Whether we are willing to admit it or not, Europe in this era is the center of the world. We can never ignore the connection with Europe. Trade, technology, economy, culture, and immigration are all vital to Texas.
"Texas, can't fall behind the times."
Giuliano nodded seriously: "I will."
But then Lothar said, "Mr. Chief, please take me down to the mine."
Giuliano was a little surprised and said, "You haven't given up that terrible idea yet? You will die!"
Losa smiled carefreely: "I said before, I have more than one life. It's no big deal to give up one, and then another. If it works, this war will end here. If it doesn't work, there is no point for me to stand here."
If he stayed here, he might be able to use the Dragon Shooting Crossbow to defeat a few powerful enemies, and use magic swordsmanship to fight a few high-level paladins among the enemies, but that would be all.
boom--
One after another, colorful spells, like falling meteorites, smashed onto the city walls.
Prajna's ghost-faced shield was held in front of Lavinia. She clenched her teeth, and blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.
The ghost face relief on the shield let out a howl of ghosts, and the souls of the dead soldiers were mostly thrown into the sea of blood of the bloody tyrant above their heads. It was a completely wasted effort, and it didn't even have a chance to taste it like it had in the previous Mexican border war.
"Master, we can't hold on any longer, quickly call the boss for help—"
It shouted at the top of its voice.
Prajna's expression was slightly cold: "If you can't bear it, I will break you."
The ghost-faced relief immediately shut up and dared not speak. It knew the character of its master, and also knew that in the world of combat records, even if it was shattered, it would recover as before, but the pain in the process was not fake at all.
Although it is in the shape of a shield, the old man who forged it made it into a shield to punish it. Its sense of pain now is dozens of times more sensitive than when it was alive.
However, Prajna did not just let it work hard without giving it any benefits. A force of evil spirits blessed by the brilliance of the Order of Discipline was injected into the shield, causing the relief to shout in pleasure.
On the side, blood flashed.
More than a dozen werewolves came to support through the teleportation array, with a clear target, and rushed directly towards the two high-level spellcasters of the enemy.
But before they got close, the dozen or so paladins who were protecting the two high-level spellcasters stood shoulder to shoulder and formed a towering shield wall with their shields.
The wall was shining with golden light, causing white smoke to rise from the werewolves' bodies, and they couldn't help but roar in pain.
The elite centurion leading the team couldn't help but curse: "Are you idiots? Take a detour, take a detour!"
But the speed of the dozen or so paladins changing their formation was also extremely fast. Just like the King's Shield Guards that had been destroyed, they put all their energy into defense and protected the two spellcasters so that no one could get in.
The werewolves' support could not get through, and they had no ability to intercept the two spellcasters' torrential attacks. Although the support came, it had no real effect at all.
"Ladies, let us cover your retreat!"
The elite centurion who led the team retreated to the ghost shield and reminded anxiously.
Lavinia was about to speak when her brows suddenly furrowed. Just now, she had sensed the transmission of her power of command, and it became difficult for her to leave. "I'm afraid I can't leave anymore."