Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 393 - 79: The Army at the Gates

Losa understood Furinjira’s potential well. Despite her actual breakthrough occurring during the Phase Two "Tyrant Transformation," it was enough to demonstrate her potential indirectly.

"Hey, are you really not going to catch up with Prajna and the others?"

"There’s no need."

Although they had been apart for a month, Losa knew very well that in reality, they were still at Anna’s estate, even sleeping in the same bed as Prajna. If they wanted to catch up, they should do it when they wake up.

"Tsk, you’re so heartless. I think both Furin and Miss Prajna really miss you."

"I miss everyone too, but the most urgent matter now is dealing with this coalition of nineteen Wolf Race families."

Losa extinguished the lit cigarette. Bad habits were born out of boredom, and the journey ten thousand leagues under the sea was too tedious, even for someone who could endure loneliness like him. During this time, he had even taken a liking to playing dice with the zombie sailors.

It was quite amusing, those fearless living dead always cheated at dice. Even the same happened with Captain Hog; if caught, they would be thrown into the sea for an entire day yet remained so eager.

"Nineteen Wolf Race families, haha, it sounds like the coalition against Dong from the Eighteen Routes. It’s as if we’re standing at Hulao Pass."

Losa, somewhat surprised, said, "You’ve read the Three Kingdoms too? Then who is Lu Bu?"

Jeanne said unabashedly, "Of course, it’s me."

"Quite boastful, don’t forget you’re only at Tier One now. You’re still far from your peak strength."

Though seeds of rebellion existed within the Wolf Race, they were far from taking root and growing, unlike the disparate and scattered Eighteen Routes coalition.

Jeanne snorted lightly, "If I were at my peak, even their Wolf Lord wouldn’t dare to bare his teeth at me."

Losa, thoughtfully, said, "You could be a secret weapon too. Put on a face veil later, so they won’t recognize you easily. Let’s find an opportunity to take out that ’Ripper.’"

Jeanne shrugged, "Not very likely, especially since this Holy Spear is too conspicuous—if it returned to its previous rusty appearance, it might be easier to hide."

The intensity of the upcoming battles would certainly not be low. It would be impractical for her to hide the Holy Spear all the time, especially since the expedition army’s Commander, this "Ripper," was unlikely to personally enter the fray in the early stages of the war.

"Do your best. If there’s no chance, taking down one or two powerful Centurions would be a good gain too."

The two were chatting leisurely.

Accompanied by a series of rumbles.

Flames lit up the mountains.

The projectiles, fired at a high angle, exploded against the protruding towers of the castle walls.

Broken stones splattered like raindrops.

The arrival of the Wolf Race expedition army was so quiet, pairs of glowing green eyes, densely packed in the dark mountain paths, like fireflies in midsummer.

"So fast?"

Due to the enemy’s overwhelming top-notch combat power in both quality and quantity and the Saluzzo Family’s proficiency in stealth and assassination, the Texas Wolf Race had not set up sentries in the forests.

"These bastards arrived quickly!"

"Kill them!"

On the castle walls, the Texas Wolf Race, already well-prepared, began to move to their designated combat positions. Operating as units based on their formations as mounted police, they entered the various defensive facilities of the castle methodically.

The Texas Wolf Race was evidently not as elite as their opponent, but they had obvious strengths, namely better organization and discipline. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

With another loud bang.

A tower built protruding from the castle walls was blasted through at the waist by a shell, and the terrifying shockwave sent shards of bricks and shrapnel flying, even embedding into the solid stone walls.

"These are definitely not those small-caliber quick-firing guns!"

Jeanne shouted at the top of her lungs, "It should be a magic scroll, I hope they only have this one."

Losa was slightly taken aback. In this era where gunpowder weapons and extraordinary weapons progress side by side, he almost forgot things like magic scrolls existed.

Having only one scroll was clearly impossible.

As Losa thought to himself, a piece of shrapnel suddenly flew past his cheek, leaving a shallow scratch, then pierced through the head of a Texas Wolf Race member, splitting it right down the middle and embedding in the stone.

He touched the bloodstain on his cheek with a lingering fear.

The Destiny Black Dragon may not grant Losa protagonist-level plot armor, like being unharmed amidst smoke and falling into water unscathed, but it did prevent him from dying unceremoniously from battlefield accidents like a little underling.

"The enemy is coming up!"

Jeanne suddenly spoke.

The loud noise had masked the silent movements of the enemy scaling the mountain wall.

...

Standing on another tower, Chelina suddenly leaped up. Her original location revealed a deep sword mark, and the two Elite Wolf Race members stationed with her fell dead without a sound.

Opposite her, a tall Wolf Race member in a black cloak with twin swords at his waist slowly revealed his figure, "That dodge just now wasn’t bad. No wonder you managed to escape the encirclement of the Yakxi Wolf Race."

"Teacher?"

She furrowed her brows.

"There’s no need to call me that."

The opposing Wolf Race had a fierce scar across his face, nearly bisecting it. He appeared to have been very handsome before, but the scar completely marred his appearance.

He smiled and said, "Though it’s unfortunate we’re meeting under such circumstances, I won’t hold back."

Chelina furrowed her brow, "Are you really going to help the Yakxi Family?"

"Enough talk, number three. Let me see what you’ve become, whether you’re qualified to inherit the swordsmanship of the Saluzzo Family."

As the words left his mouth, a massive slash crashed down towards Chelina.

Rather than a stealth attack, it was more like the signal of battle commencing.

Because the Saluzzo Family assassin’s specialty was always silently taking lives.

...

Losa slammed the counterweight ball of his cross sword onto the head of the Wolf Race warrior in front of him.

For a normal person, such a heavy blow would likely crack their skull, but his opponent merely shook his head before grabbing Losa’s calf.

The immense force from the opponent’s fingers squeezed his shin, causing intense pain.

Losa mercilessly severed his opponent’s arm, then kicked him down into the abyss below. By then, a huge brazier had been lit on the tower, and by the firelight, he could see shadowy figures densely spread over the mountain cliff.

Behind him, a putrid wind surged.

Turning around, he saw a werewolf with a gaping maw, all fangs nearly about to pierce his head.

Bam—

The werewolf froze, then turned to ash.

Jeanne casually flicked nonexistent dust off her Holy Spear and smiled at him.

"Be careful, my lord. I don’t want to see you die in front of me again."

"I’ll do my best."

Losa swallowed hard.

On this chaotic battlefield, danger lurked everywhere, and Hans’ Beast Intuition kept him constantly on edge.

Looking across to the other tower, among the burning debris and ruins, not a single living soul was visible. Had the enemy targeted his side earlier, he probably wouldn’t be alive now.

Prajna’s talent allowed him temporary immunity to physical damage.

His bond with Jeanne could also share some damage, but even combined, it couldn’t save Losa from surviving such artillery fire.