Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 580 - 354: Smooth Sailing

The Centurion roared madly, but the scorching Dragon Flame clung to him like a bone parasite. No matter how his flesh and blood proliferated and regenerated, they couldn't extinguish it, instead subjecting him to even more terrifying pain repetitively.

The werewolves on the side felt their scalps tingle just watching their leader struggle in agony.

It must be so painful to make their ever-tough leader emit such a mournful scream.

Losa raised his sword with both hands and decisively chopped off the Centurion's head.

Boom——

The lifeless Centurion's recovery ability was reduced to zero, and in the blink of an eye, he was burned into black ashes.

Whew!

Losa twirled his sword, the flames roaring with the sound of wind through the air.

He stretched out his fingers and gently hooked them.

The werewolves looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.

The full moon night and werewolf transformation made them bloodthirsty and combative, but that didn't mean they wouldn't weigh the pros and cons.

As a clan alliance, the purebred werewolves sent by the Sassari Family were nearly all the backbones of their respective small clans. Each loss would severely damage their influence within the Sassari Family.

Among them, a gigantic wolf, the tallest and mightiest, even more massive than a noble horse, bared its fangs and said in a cold voice, "Drag him down, he's almost at his limit! If things end like this, we won't fare well when we return."

The werewolves looked at each other and still chose to continue with their original strategy of a war of attrition.

Only their morale had suffered a severe blow. Though they surrounded Losa, there was quite a distance between each of them.

What a joke, even if he is really near his limit.

Who goes first?

The strongest, the leader with the Divine Speed talent is already dead. Among us left, who's confident they can surely survive?

"Is this all the Sassari Family can do?"

Losa sneered tauntingly.

He was indeed nearing his limit, with only thirty percent of his strength remaining. If the enemy coordinated well and used a strategy of taking turns attacking, even if he activated the Half-Dragon Transformation, he could at most kill half of them.

The mud beneath his feet had long since dried, and the ground was cracked.

Killing enemies in the battle record world wouldn't gain him experience, nor could he suddenly recover to full strength mid-battle. The last Spiritual Recovery Potion he had was also consumed in the fight with that Vampire.

Now, his Blue Bar wasn't exactly short. In a one-on-one, he could last indefinitely, but amid such a siege, there was no room to spare any effort.

Luckily, the enemy indeed seemed afraid.

The newly formed encirclement was like a sieve full of holes.

"Are they scared? Or is this a trap?"

Lavinia approached him and asked quietly.

"I don't know. How much power do you have left?"

"Less than half."

Losa had made up his mind and whispered, "I have thirty percent of my strength left. Can you immobilize all these people for ten seconds?"

If these werewolves turned into sitting ducks, after his Half-Dragon Transformation, a blast of Dragon Flame could burn them all to death.

"Impossible."

Lavinia sighed. She had just tried, and the Decree·Cage only trapped the enemy for a second. If it were just one person, she could handle it, but these were ten-odd Centurions.

"Then let's prepare to break through."

Losa whispered.

Even if Lavinia was confident, fighting these werewolves to the limit was still tremendously risky. The Sassari Family held significant influence in Milan, and beyond the purebred werewolves, who knew what other hidden powers they had?

"Okay. I'll use the Decree next to limit their actions."

"I'll seize the opportunity." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She slipped her hand into Losa's, reminding, "You might have to carry me a bit."

"Mm."

Losa clenched her hand tightly.

The golden Decree pried open the rules; the werewolves felt their bodies tighten, suddenly losing control, helpless as they watched their targets rush past like the wind without reacting.

The werewolves initially paused in confusion before recalling their pursuit.

Yet a fierce wind howled up out of nowhere. Just wind would have been fine, but this gale was mixed with spreading flames, rushing toward them head-on.

When the flames dissipated, there were no traces of the two in their sight.

The tallest Centurion Sassari bellowed, "Are you all useless? Chase them, all of you, pursue them!"

"Yes!"

The werewolves exhibited their skills, sprinting through the city's streets and rooftops as if they were flat ground.

But inwardly, they all coincidentally heaved a sigh of relief.

They oddly maintained a pace that could neither be called slow nor at top speed. If some werewolves caught up too quickly, they would slow down in sync, waiting for their teammates behind to catch up before maintaining their pace in pursuit again.

...

The wind was whistling past his ears.

Losa sprinted wildly, his boiling Dragon Blood elevating his body temperature to an alarming level, steam rising from his head.

The Wind Talent obtained from slaying the Sea Dragon was immensely useful now. As he carried Lavinia, it felt like someone was pushing him from behind, allowing him to gallop with the wind, dispersing the scent on them and greatly boosting their speed.

A long time passed.

Losa felt his Physical Strength nearing its limit and only then did he pull Lavinia into an empty alley like the wind.

Once in the alley, Losa panted heavily like a bellows, even feeling his saliva becoming sticky.

"Did we really get away?"

"Probably."

Losa didn't care about the dirty, disordered ground and sat down heavily.

Lavinia brought her fingers together, pointing at Losa, "Decree·Recovery."

Losa felt a surge of warmth in his heart, immediately alleviating his extreme fatigue.

He gave a thumbs up, "Thanks."

"I should be thanking you."

A trace of guilt appeared on Lavinia's face, "Sorry, I didn't expect the Sassari Family's reaction to be so big."

"No need to apologize, aren't we fine?"

Losa shook his head, "Who would've thought the Sassari Family would be so cowardly, sending over ten purebred werewolves to deal with two minor characters like us? I guess they initially intended to flex some muscle."

"Ended up being a huge embarrassment?"

Losa chuckled and said, "Right, it's a good thing; it means our next actions will be much smoother. Honestly, the Sassari Family's purebred werewolves are really lacking. If it were our Saluzzo's, we wouldn't have lived to see now."

Lavinia lightly sighed in relief. They had passed the toughest hurdle; henceforth, it should be smooth sailing, right?

Hopefully so.

"Nia, do you believe by tomorrow morning, word of us will resonate throughout Milan, even Lombardy? In a few days, probably all over the Apennines, everyone will know Saluzzo and Bologna produced two badass figures."

The heaviness on Lavinia's face finally eased a bit, and she smiled with pursed lips, "What nickname do you think they'll give you?"

"I don't know, nor do I look forward to it."

Losa sighed lightly, "Probably something like 'firebrand rogue' or 'Flaming Demon Wolf,' cheesy to the core."

"Indeed, that sounds like the usual style of the Wolf Race."

Losa shrugged, "Can't help it, most of our Wolf Race are illiterate. Picking out someone as educated as you from a hundred is unlikely."

Disregarding the higher-ups of the Wolf Race, the majority at the bottom rungs, especially those who aren't even Corners, are a bunch of street punks, ruffians, thugs. Expecting them to come up with a catchy nickname? Forget it.