Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 614 - 386: Overwhelming Force

"How did those Franks even get here!"

"What about our falcons?"

Governor Mahri's voice, distorted by fear, suddenly rang out: "Those damned, negligent Hawk Trainers, I'll hang them all at the gates of Semanud City!"

His aide Kemel urgently prompted: "Lord Governor, now is the time for you to make a decision. Are we retreating, or facing the enemy?"

"Idiots, a group of idiots, you ruined everything."

Governor Mahri roared in anger.

His eyes were bloodshot, pointing at the Crusader Knights sweeping in like the flood peak of the Nile River: "The Double-headed Eagle banner, the winged cavalry, that's Demon Losa's army, now is not the time to think of retreating."

At this moment, he abandoned any foolish thoughts of preserving strength and shouted at his trusted Imperial Guard: "My Imperial Guard, for the Holy Fire, for your master, go, kill those unbelievers."

"Roar!"

The Mamluks shouted in unison.

They were not those already mercenary-ized masterless Mamluks, as the private army cultivated by Governor Mahri, their status was akin to the personal guard of the late Ming dynasty, the most loyal and fiercest force under Governor Mahri.

Hundreds of Heavy Armor Mamluks, first steered their warhorses, launching a counter-charge against the enemies behind them, while the regular Mamluks who received orders, supported from the flanks, followed up on the offensive.

However.

Facing their counter-charge.

The enemy's knights calmly held formation, without battle cries, and without a frenzy of a reckless one-on-one assault, there was only a chilling indifference and oppressive mood.

Especially the tall knight in the forefront, wearing a golden mask, his Dragon Head Cloak seemed to truly transform into a vivid Black Demon Dragon in the wind and sand, coldly watching them from the abyss.

Perhaps due to immense fear, every Saracen Cavalry felt a deep sense of fatigue, even the weapons in their hands seemed to weigh several times heavier than usual.

They shouted intensely, trying to cover up the fear within their hearts.

"The Devils of the Cross Sect, the Holy Fire will purify all sins."

"Holy Fire Everlasting, supremely great!"

The frenzied elite Mamluks, thus collided with the vanguard of the Crusaders — those heavily armored cavalry equipped both man and horse down to the teeth.

Straight away.

Just like hot butter being sliced by a knife.

It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

The forefront of the Saracens, those cavalry wrapped in brown, black, white scarves and wearing hoods, disappeared as if they were grains of sand thrown into the sea.

Subsequently, it was like the sweeping defeat of fallen leaves in a strong wind.

The flanks, rear guard, along with the main force cavalry and infantry, perhaps lasting less than a quarter of an hour, broke into scattered, fleeing soldiers, abandoning armors, no longer having the will to resist.

Governor Mahri watched his painstakingly built army vanish like snowflakes, unable to even delay enough time for him to escape the battlefield.

His eyes were wide, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

He had dedicated countless efforts, wealth, nurturing the elite Imperial Guard Mamluks from a young age, and considered them a force that even King Saladin's Kasaji Guard wouldn't be inferior to under similar scale.

How could they crumble like cannon fodder with just a face-to-face confrontation?

Were these years of hiding and waiting, suppressed ambitions, craving for higher power and planning, these years of lavish investment, nothing but the delusions of a foolish, ignorant man like himself?

"Hahaha."

He laughed madly, tears flooding out, as if he himself was nothing but a sarcastic joke.

"Kemel, I'm just a conceited fool, now that I'm returning to Semanud City without a face, I'll leave the Governor's seal to you, whether you wish to offer the city to the Franks or continue to defend, do as you will."

The aide, anxious, knowing his master was foolish, boastful, greedy, and stingy, yet loyalty was etched deep in his mind, tightly gripping Governor Mahri's arms.

"My Lord, we still have a chance, Lord Adil is about to arrive at the Buhayra Province, as long as we close the gates, hold firmly, we can definitely last until Lord Adil leads the army to assist."

Mahri looked blankly at his loyal servant, shook his head expressionlessly: "No, Kemel, I've lost glory and my elite army, Semanud City cannot possibly be defended no matter what, even if it could — Adil would never allow an incompetent like me to seize high positions again, he will execute me to assert his own authority, if I fall in battle, I might barely retain a shred of dignity."

He fiercely raised the horsewhip, lashed at the aide's steed: "Go, Kemel, live by your own will, tell the people, Mahri died at the hands of the Franks, the Demon King Losa of the Cross Sect."

…

The elderly mage, as shriveled as a dead tree, was now tensely gripping his Magic Staff, devoid of the confident spirit he had when he summoned hundreds of headless cavalry earlier.

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"How can it be so coincidental."

"Are all these Saracens' falcons blind?"

He didn't want to face off against an opponent like Losa, but unfortunately, he seemed to have no escape route now, the enemy came too suddenly, and he wasn't one of those wealthy individuals who could easily produce a portable Teleportation Array.

"We must stop them!"

"Take advantage of the copious available corpses, the most abundant death aura..."

"Damn, did I spend all that time gathering materials just to waste it today?"

"Can't we just sit down and have a proper talk?"

He muttered in a language the Saracen Guards beside him couldn't understand, the black mist surrounding him rapidly expanded.

A moment later.

An Undead Legion emerged densely from the black mist, some were mere bare white bones, others had rotting, shriveled flesh hanging from them, there were cavalry mounted on steeds, as well as skeletons without even a scrap of cloth or weapons.

They weren't the Saracen army that had died earlier and revived.

Instead, Mage Alam used the death aura from the deceased, sacrificing their souls, temporarily manifesting the spirits that had died in this land over the centuries, they originally had no physical form, unable to harm others, as if separated by a deep barrier from the material world.

But now, they had crossed over from behind the barrier.

At this moment.

Even the high-spirited, exceptionally strong cavalry under Losa's command couldn't help but feel a trace of fear.

The warhorses anxious abruptly halted, circled, or even threw the knights off their backs.

The eclipse let out a high-pitched, disdainful neigh.

Losa reined in the bridle, casually saying: "You're not the only one who has an army of the dead."

"Prajna, Wild Hunt!"

Compared to the previously appeared Niflgaard Black Cavalry, these Mad Hunt Cavalry were evidently more terrifying.

Because they existed within the mythological system of this world, the Northern Europeans regarded them as Odin's hounds, the Germanic people saw them as the minions of the god of death, while in Albion and Celtic mythology, figures like King Arthur and Demigod Gwen were perceived to become members of the Wild Hunt after death.