People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

The sea breeze in late summer is soft and refreshing.

On the blue sea.

A large transport fleet, full of sailors and light soldiers, was heading towards Cyprus.

On the wide white sail surface, there are lifelike golden double-headed eagles painted on it. Sailors from the Kherson Military District (Crimea) and Latinia (Romania) shuttle back and forth to manage these fully loaded transports Boat.

This is the transport fleet from the Eastern Empire, responsible for dropping Lothar's army to Cyprus.

The cargo hold of each ship is full of livestock, grain, ordnance, armor and other goods, some sponsored by the empire, and some prepared by Lothar himself.

They set off from Jaffa Port, and today is the second day Lothar left Jerusalem.

There are Latino sailors from Wallachia on board, mysteriously telling the soldiers of Lothar all the bizarre legends.

And I admire the terrified expressions of these well-armored soldiers who look very elite.

They are the so-called Latinians, descendants of the northern Dacians and the people of the Old Empire. In terms of bloodlines, they are probably the purest descendants of the Ancient Empire.

"In Wallachia, never answer a knock at the door at midnight."

"Because once you respond, the vampire outside your door is equivalent to getting your invitation, and will break in and suck your whole family into mummies."

Shui hand-painted the description vividly.

Lothar listened with relish: "If he doesn't become a sailor and changes his career to become a bard, he may be more promising, although he looks a little ugly."

"My lord, is what he said true?"

Military judge Ned Stark's face was tense, and he asked with some fear: "I mean, if we face vampires, how should we deal with them?"

This is apparently a folk tale similar to the folk tale that vampires are restrained by garlic and silverware, and cannot even walk in sunlight.

Ordinary people, even if they hid in a room made of iron sheets, would be easily torn apart by vampires.

The only thing to do is to close your eyes and wait for death.

But Lothar wouldn't say that.

He just said: "Same as "The Demon Hunter", it's all set in the novel. In fact, only with the magic blocker can this kind of ghost be restrained."

The anti-magic gold of this world restrains all creatures with magical powers.

Although vampires may not be regarded as living beings, the strong stale air is very similar to the undead returned from the tomb, but it is obviously not related to evil spirits, ghosts and other spirits.

Otherwise, how could Nishaya say that extraordinary biology, even among wizards, is a vast and profound knowledge.

Probably due to mutual generation and mutual restraint, the amount of magic-blocking gold is quite a lot, and the price is often cheaper than gold of equal weight.

It's a pity that even at this price, ordinary civilians can't afford to buy a magic-proof gold weapon.

The fleet sailed slowly.

It's getting late.

A mist hangs in the air.

This made the captain and sailors become vigilant, not to beware of reefs and eddies, but to be careful of the Cypriot fleet that may be dispatched at any time.

After all, this transport fleet is all big-bellied Kirk ships. Facing the kind of galley warships equipped with fuel tanks, ballistas, and highly maneuverable, they will definitely suffer heavy losses.

The soldiers under Lothar were all landlubbers, and they couldn't equip the armor on the ship. Even if they fought side-by-side with the enemy, they wouldn't have much advantage.

It's just that Lothar didn't panic.

He has the breath of a giant dragon and the ability to "raise the wind". On the sea, he is not completely powerless to resist, otherwise he would definitely choose to set off with the Crusaders' fleet.

At this time.

A black owl, like a sharp arrow, pierced through the mist with a whoosh, and a white ripple was set off on its tail.

The woodland shooters around Lothar immediately raised their longbows and pulled out a gleaming golden arrow from the quiver. This is where most of Lothar's magic gold went.

He raised his hand: "Don't be nervous, it's our own people here."

The owl landed on the deck and turned into a witch in a graceful red dress with a bang.

Anna glanced at these burly woodland shooters with some disgust.

No one will have a good impression of things that can threaten their own lives.

Especially the life-saving wizard.

During this period of time, the woodland archers were well nourished, and after rigorous training, they were already able to draw a full hundred-pound woodland longbow.

The power of the bow and arrow, after piercing through a tree, can also penetrate the soldiers holding shields and wearing armor behind them.

The problem is that it doesn't last.

This is the same as many oriental generals who can lift stone locks weighing hundreds of catties in the martial arts arena, but it is impossible to build a weapon weighing hundreds of catties for themselves.

Woodland archers can only draw the bow eight times in a row at most, and their arms will shake so that they can't hold the bow steadily. It's not that they can't continue shooting, but the accuracy of the head is not guaranteed.

Anna walked towards Lothar with graceful steps, and thoughtfully said: "Lothar, look at your double-headed eagle flag, and you say you admire the empire?"

Lothar was a little helpless.

His double-headed eagle partly borrowed from the eagle emblem of Habsburg, and in addition, it is the main body of the patchwork of the coat of arms of the two territories of Lothar, which is completely different from the double-headed eagle of the empire.

"It's just a coincidence, I don't have ambitions to look into the territory of the East and the West."

Anna snorted softly, "If you adore the empire, it's justified to join in earlier. The olive branch I throw at you will always be valid."

She looked around.

His eyes stayed on the ships of the remaining veterans for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on the golden eagle emblem in the hands of the flag bearer - it was clearly the same as the lost eagle flag of the empire.

Among Lothar and his army.

Ana saw the lost valor of the Empire.

That's not in the blood.

Just like Latinia, the Latins on the Apennine Peninsula, in Anna's view, have long lost the brilliance and glory of the ancient empire's martial arts.

In a trance, Anna thought of a person, a man called the last empire, who conquered the Vandal Kingdom in North Africa, the Visigothic Kingdom in Iberia, and the Ostrogothic Kingdom on the Apennine Peninsula, and once regained most of the empire's territory man.

Belisarius.

Anna murmured softly: "If you wish to be Belisarius, I promise, Your Majesty will never be Justinian."

"Miss Anna? What did you just say?"

Lothar whispered.

Anna came back to her senses, and greeted everyone without changing her expression: "Ms. Banruo, Ms. Jeanna, I am very glad to see you again."

"And Miss Fringela, you haven't taken the initiative to chat with me recently."

Anna pretended to be aggrieved, and glanced warily over Celinina: "Is this the new generation replacing the old?"

In Cellinina, Anna felt a strong sense of threat.

Make her feel like sitting on pins and needles.

On the surface, Anna didn't show anything, but made up her mind in her heart that she would never meet Lothar easily in the future. It was one thing to recruit Lothar for the queen, and another to hold on to her own life.

If you really want to talk about it, the latter is more important.

Fringira couldn't be straight, and she was angry: "I know you're busy too, so you might as well keep your wits about you and stop pestering you all day."

Anna choked on her enough.

Thinking about it, when she was busy before, Fringila would often call at untimely times.

She finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "What's the name of this beautiful young lady?"

Celinina's voice was polite and distant: "Just call me Celinina."

She wore a hood that could cover her ears, and the tail behind her buttocks was also covered by a cloak. As a half-wolf, she couldn't completely switch between wolf clan and human body like Hans did.

Lothar said, "Anna, just tell me what you have to say. The military is busy. What are you going to do here? Teach me the follow-up spells recorded in the magic book? Or are you here to send the baby?"

"No, I just came to see you, coordinate your fleet by the way, and land at the right time."

Anna's tone was relaxed: "You haven't started making that magic item yet. It's a huge project. I can devote myself to it when the things here are over."

Lothar nodded, and said again: "I think you should participate in the upcoming sea battle. Only with you can the victory of the sea battle be guaranteed."

Anna rolled her eyes: "That won't work, it's too dangerous."

Losar language is blocked.

"You are a dignified high-level magician, almost a legendary wizard, are you overly cautious?"

"You can live a long life with caution. Little idiots like Nishaya would have died long ago without my protection."

This sentence is very suitable for Lothar's appetite.

"indeed."

Lothar stopped worrying about these things, and instead asked: "Besides me, princes of the Crusaders, who else responded to your call?"

"The coalition forces of the hospital and the Knights Templar, as well as some small crusader lords, there are no big names, all of them add up to more than 2000 people."

Lothar pondered: "From this point of view, I still have a good chance of winning the first place?"

Anna shook her head and said: "Yes, but I don't have much hope. After all, the fleet sent by your Crusaders is the most important force, but the two sides may not be able to fight in a short time. Maybe, you can take advantage of the darkness tonight. Landing, before the enemy fleet reacts, go directly to the island of Cyprus."

"Will there be any danger if the army goes deep alone?"

Lothar frowned.

The supplies carried on the ship were limited, and it was obviously impossible to berth to the shore, and build a camp in a leisurely manner to meet the continuous delivery of supplies.

Once you land, you have to give full play to the "excellent tradition" of the Crusaders and "eat from the enemy".

This is not in line with Lothar's usual style, but he only hesitated a little, and then ruled out the hesitation in his heart. His ability is limited, and when he thinks about problems, his own people must be ranked first.

Moreover, just eating from the enemy does not necessarily mean looting civilians.

There are still more self-cultivating farmers on the island of Cyprus, but almost all of the empire's territories in the Balkan Peninsula are serfs, clinking poorly.

Those rich merchants, the granaries of landlords, are the best targets.

Anna said lightly: "Relax, it's only been a long time since Isaac arrived in Cyprus. At most, he has a private guard who is more capable of fighting. The rest are local garrison troops, and their strength is very average. Moreover, there is a high probability that he will not be willing to fight for Isaac. Ke's ambition, I will fight to the death with you."