Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 469 - 249: Wind Barrier

"Is the wall going to collapse?"

"Who is speaking?"

"That person wrapped in a thick black robe?"

Baron Robert leaned on the handle of his wooden sword, placing a hand on the pommel with a calm demeanor that came from consistent exposure to challenges, and spoke, "Thank you for your warning, but should the walls collapse, Gaza City will still fall into a terrible massacre, and no one will be spared."

It seemed that Salman heard Robert’s reply.

Salman didn’t speak again.

The baron turned around and looked at the panicked warriors, shouting, "The Holy Land of Jerusalem stands behind us, our children, friends, and homes are also behind us. If fate destines us to be buried here, then let us be buried here, in this place closest to the Heavenly Father, and die for the Heavenly Father and for the glory of the Kingdom!"

His voice was so steady and powerful, as if the difficulties before them were merely a little ditch to step over, that even the frantic soldiers gradually quieted down.

Some people silently made the sign of the cross on their chests.

Some wept softly.

Young Robert looked at his father, opening his mouth. It was the first time he realized that the man he thought would only drink in the estate or beat his wife appeared so majestic on the battlefield.

"Are you afraid?"

The baron placed his hand on young Robert’s shoulder.

"No, I’m not afraid."

Young Robert’s voice was firm as he leaned against the battlement, watching Salman and the neatly lined-up Mamluk who gradually emerged from behind him, their black armor like a moving black wall in the sunlight.

Without this wall, one charge would turn them into pulp beneath the Mamluk.

But below, Salman’s magic robe was already upheld by the magical glow swirling in the sky like an inflated pufferfish.

His face wasn’t looking good, muttering quietly, "I don’t want to do this either, but a promise is a promise. I agreed with that accursed guy that as long as I bring down your walls, I can go home."

"It’s not my fault, I’m just tearing down a wall."

He kept comforting himself.

After mentally preparing himself, he raised his staff and slammed it into the ground.

Bang—

A web-like crack slowly expanded from beneath his feet.

The speed of expansion increasingly quickened, as if an unseen giant earth dragon underground was rapidly digging toward the city walls.

Boom!

People’s footsteps began to tremble violently. The baron and young Robert tightly held onto the battlements, barely staying on their feet.

...

Adil, watching this scene, took off his helmet, looking on captivated, "What a great power, beyond the blessing of the holy fire, no other possibility exists. No wonder my brother pays so much attention to these so-called casters."

The cavalrymen behind him neighed, horses pawing the ground.

The earthquake-like scenario frightened these Arabian steeds, known for boldness and gentleness, causing many less-skilled Mamluk cavalry to be thrown off their horses.

The dust cleared.

The deep fissure nearly reached Gaza City’s long-dried moat—but for some reason, it went no further.

Adil’s face was full of surprise: "What is happening? Does Salman want to back out?"

He waved his hand, trying to disperse the dust before his eyes, squinting to find Salman’s figure, only to find Master Salman lying facedown with a golden dagger stuck in his back.

The dagger was buried to the hilt.

The power of Demon-Blocking Gold, the silence of the Throat Choking Hand, and the damage increase of the lone wolf Wolf Poison Potion combined granted Chelina’s dagger the ability to instantly pierce Salman’s shield, hitting his back.

Unfortunately, as the dagger hit, the multiple magic artifacts Salman carried took effect, and under multiple magical attacks, Chelina had no choice but to retreat swiftly, unable to execute him quickly as his life force plummeted.

Salman looked at Chelina in disbelief, his eyes wide and round, "You..."

Chelina had no intention of chatting with him.

She didn’t care whether the target was good or evil. The task Losa gave her was to eliminate the casters under Adil to help Baron Robert defend Gaza City. She considered nothing else.

Chelina’s agile figure seemed to merge with the wind.

In a few flickers, a glimmer of white light only vaguely visible, several dozen wind blades swung towards Salman.

Adil shouted, "Quick, what are you standing there for? Go help Master Salman, kill that heretic devil!"

At once, the Mamluks drove their mounts forward.

Only a small portion of them were equipped with secondary weapons made of Demon-Blocking Gold. Adil knew what heavy losses sending his personal guard to oppose this terrifying heretic devil would incur, but Salman mustn’t die!

If Salman died, Adil and his army would have to face this heretic devil alone. With such a slippery devil assisting them, the Frankish city defenses would become increasingly impregnable.

"Is that... Miss Chelina?!"

Young Robert’s face was full of joy, "I knew she couldn’t abandon us. Father, what should we do now?"

The baron’s face, full of post-catastrophe relief, hearing young Robert’s question, simply shouted, "Everyone, check the walls for damage. Marquis Losa’s Witch has come to support us. We have escaped death by the will of God!"

The soldiers on the wall cheered.

Young Robert was eager, "Father, we should help Miss Chelina, the heretic slave cavalry is charging up!"

The baron kept his face unchanged and said, "Don’t be foolish, young one. Holding Gaza City is the greatest help we can offer to Miss Chelina—besides, she might not even need our help."

Chelina frowned, finding Salman very difficult to kill.

His body was packed with too many magical artifacts that activated as soon as someone approached, making it hard to take him out quickly even after embedding Demon-Blocking Gold into him, temporarily robbing him of his casting ability.

As for Salman, who still seemed vigorous despite a stab to the heart, it didn’t surprise Chelina.

Just as the lord said, casters in this world cherished life above all; it would be strange if they didn’t have a backup plan.

A multicolored shield covered Salman.

Chelina had just experienced it. This shield, like the one Salman used against the Crossbow Arrow imbued with Demon-Blocking Gold, could transform magical energy into shockwaves upon contact with the metal.

This seemed to be a specialized casting technique developed by casters in response to Demon-Blocking Gold’s negation of magical creatures.

Just like a warrior clad entirely in armor made of Demon-Blocking Gold, while a caster might not be able to blast him apart with a barrage of spells, they could indeed empty the ground beneath him, causing him to fall into the abyss.

Behind her came the roars of Saracen soldiers.

Chelina turned around, finding dozens of black-armored cavalry almost upon her, she could clearly see the unease on their faces.

As they approached, the cavalry began to draw bows and notch arrows.