Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 620 - 392: Lord-Level Werewolf

Jabri is a werewolf.

A werewolf of the native world.

Unlike the Wolf Race from Yesterday's Giant Ship World, the werewolves in the Medieval World are indeed cursed creatures, not descendants with bloodline heritage. An ordinary person might suddenly transform into a werewolf.

Just like the first werewolf Losa ever killed when he "debuted," it was Abelardo from the Medici Family.

Jabri became a werewolf because he once led a raid on a village that worshipped the old gods and violated the Priestess of that old god to death.

The curse from the Priestess at her death turned him into a werewolf with endless evil power.

This was certainly not a blessing. The curse made him manic, arrogant, bloodthirsty, fond of raw meat, and even cannibalistic — it was a gradual process. When first becoming a werewolf, it could be controlled; but once the door was opened, it would slide step by step into the abyss, becoming a bloodthirsty evil beast.

Under the moonlight.

His body, wrapped in scale armor, saw hair grow wildly, and his eyes flickered with yellow light.

"Damn heretics."

A suppressed growl came from his throat.

"Order the City Guard Army to distribute the magic potions immediately, everyone must drink them; it's our only chance!"

The Guard hesitated a little, as he thought there was no way they could win this battle. He knew exactly what effect the magic potions mentioned by his leader had, indeed they could dramatically increase combat power.

But he was well-informed, knowing that the so-called "Devil Duke" was not as brutal as rumored, and once the magic potion was taken, it really would be a fight to the death.

"Obey my orders, you despicable thing!"

The Guard, suppressing his fear, spoke up: "My lord, we..."

Jabri abruptly clutched the Guard's head and twisted it hard.

"That's the end for defying me!"

The rest of the Guards were so frightened by Jabri's aura that they scurried to fetch the so-called magic potions.

Jabri turned his gaze back to the gradually approaching siege towers and the trembling militia on the city walls, who were likely to crumble at the first touch: "These despicable, cowardly things are no match for the Crusaders, even with the magic potion, they're not qualified."

As for the City Guard Army...

As the leader of the City Guard Army, Jabri knew their quality well—it was essentially a mixed troop. Their equipment was decent, but their combat ability was mediocre at best. He was assigned to manage the City Guard Army due to his increasingly violent and brutal personality after becoming a werewolf, to the point that even Governor Mahri was displeased by him.

As for the so-called magic potion, it was essentially his own werewolf blood.

Unlike the legends, werewolves don't just bite someone to turn them. If that were the case, the streets would be full of werewolves by now. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But the legends aren't unfounded.

Wolf blood, especially the blood of werewolves with a high concentration of cursed evil power, indeed has an infectious effect. Reports of mass "werewolf disease" outbreaks are often due to water sources being contaminated by such blood.

The magic potions were gradually distributed.

The Militia and City Guard Army clutched the bottles of reddish liquid, feeling somewhat reassured.

Although the fear was real, there was no chance to turn and flee now, so they all raised their heads and gulped down the "magic potion."

After drinking the magic potion, the soldiers felt their hearts pounding rapidly, as if a fire was burning in their stomachs, their brains spinning, and then their rationality ebbed away like a tide; frenzy, bloodlust, and belligerence replaced all their emotions.

"If we could kill the enemy's leader..."

Jabri's gaze turned towards the enemy's siege camp, focusing on the Crusader leader riding a giant unicorn horse, wearing a mask helmet so lifelike it showed even the beard, eyes, mouth, and nose.

"Devil Duke... huh, I want to see who is truly the Devil between us."

He smiled, uncertainly.

Looking around, the eyes of the soldiers had changed completely, with no fear, only an infinite frenzy for him, the "Source of Wolf Blood," and boundless excitement and impatience for the impending enemy.

Some of the soldiers defending the city were so excited they took off their shirts, revealing wild, black hair like weeds, and their yawning mouths full of ferocious fangs howling towards the bright full moon.

"For Lord Jabri!"

"Kill them all, I want to bite through their throats and taste their flesh!"

On the city wall, the change in enemy morale was naturally not hidden from the Crusaders below.

Each of those Saracen soldiers, with ferocious fangs and eyes glowing with yellow and green lights, looked just like a wolf pack, completely different from before.

"Did those Saracen brats take the magic potion?"

"Could it be that they sold their souls for power from Hell's Devil?"

The siege vehicle stopped by the city wall, just a meter from the moat.

The Armored Archers on the second and third levels, one after another, drew their bows, aiming at the enemies on the wall. As the distance was relatively close, they could clearly see the change in the Saracen defenders, raising murmurs among them.

They weren't exactly scared.

Before fighting tonight, they too had drunk the magic potion, gaining night vision.

But the changes in the enemy still made them uneasy.

The soldiers in the two siege towers began shooting; the Armored Cavalry and Armored Footmen, clothed in heavy armor and protected by the tower's panels, coupled with the height advantage, had the upper hand in shooting duels with the defenders on the walls.

But the enemy clearly was no longer human.

Some of the Saracen soldiers, pierced by arrows, shockingly grinned and pulled out the arrows, their flesh visibly healing quickly, roaring at the Crusader soldiers on the tower.

"Werewolf's aura..."

Hans, standing on the tower, grew solemn, the idea of jumping onto the wall to fight the enemy fading away.

By the city gate.

Venezia raised his war axe high. Though in heavy armor, he leaped up like a spring and fiercely struck at the iron chain holding the drawbridge.

With a clang.

The iron chain snapped.

The drawbridge suddenly fell down, only one end still hanging.

He too felt a strange yet somewhat familiar aura from the top of the wall. Unlike Hans, he had never seen werewolves of this world, but he knew this aura meant the enemy was formidable.

Yet the formidable nature of the enemy only made him more excited.

Bloodthirsty Mad Wolves love to battle but prefer matches where they sense pressure from the enemy, rather than massacres of a scattered crowd that collapses at a touch. Even if the latter's carnage brings euphoria, it is quite limited.

Even while on foot, the Crusader Cavalry's combat strength remains considerable.

The strongest unit in the Crusaders is clearly the Knight, while the strongest foot combat unit is the Walking Knight, especially the Germanic Knight.

Compared to the more affluent Gaul Knights from the plains, the Germanic knights were clearly more skilled in foot battles.