Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 619 - 391: Werewolf

The second boulder grazed the top of the wall and crashed down, rolling into the city, crushing a section of houses near the wall. Where it passed, bodies were ground to mud, so horrifying that the garrison troops didn't dare to lift their heads.

At the right moment, the third boulder was also launched.

With a knight raising the war axe in his hand, he swung fiercely to cut the rope. The heavy counterweight box fell sharply under gravity, like a seesaw, flinging the stone projectile enclosed in leather at the end of the throwing arm.

This boulder, whose flight path was clearly skewed and was likely to fall onto the homes within the city, at the crucial moment seemed to be blown astray by the wind, directly smashing into the tower placed at the center where it was hit.

Boom—

The high tower was pierced through the middle by the blow, bricks and the crossbow cannon placed above, catapults spilled down.

Although the militia below had already hidden when the first stone came flying, thus not causing any damage to the enemy, this precise stone throw seemed to heavily strike the morale of the Saracen garrison, which was already faltering.

Meanwhile.

Lavinia couldn't help but turn her head: "Nina, was that your doing?"

Cherinita replied with a calm "yes," her demeanor unchanged. After becoming elite, she unlocked a second skill "Gale," a skill similar to Furinjira's Blood Magic specialization, covering various aspects.

She whispered softly: "War should be a matter for warriors, not involve civilians. I know this is impossible — but at the very least, it should affect fewer people."

Cherinita, having come from the Saluzzo family of assassins, is somewhat kind-hearted, but unlike Lavinia, during her assassin training in the Saluzzo family her hands were not free of blood.

She gently turned her cheek, her expression serious, her jade-like face becoming even more lustrous in the moonlight: "Nia, perhaps what I'm saying is somewhat offensive. But if you hesitate at every turn, it will only lead to greater evil consequences."

Lavinia's face showed a hint of guilt, she understood the logic, but if it were truly easy to practice, she would not be who she is.

"Sorry, I will try my best to overcome it."

"No need to apologize to me, Nia. Our master once said, in this era there is no just war, and the Coptic people of Egypt do not need the Crusaders whom we represent to liberate them. But Nia, you should believe our master is different from others."

Lavinia stared firmly at the eyes of the Wolf Race girl.

The other party's tone was confident, and her gaze was filled with unwavering resolve.

"You know as well the trajectory of future history, it may not fully coincide with this world, but I believe if our master rules this world, it will be better than before — even if it is only better by a bit, it is worthy of our efforts."

"I... I understand."

Lavinia couldn't help but avert her eyes from Cherinita's gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand, pointing to the enemy garrison on the wall, her lips slightly parted: "Decree · Dissuasion!"

...

Losa did not notice Lavinia's actions.

Wearing a golden mask, he was standing in front of a gigantic catapult, silently observing the situation on the wall.

The defensive force of Semanud City had already been hollowed out to the extreme. On the section of the wall facing them, a rough count revealed only a few hundred garrison troops, among them less than a third in armor, mostly conscripted militia.

Yet despite this, he did not intend to start a direct assault.

Indeed, there have been countless instances where siege battles resulted in fewer losses than those defending.

But that was only after a lengthy siege starved the garrison or the enemy's city defenses were so weak that the catapult could collapse the walls.

But Semanud City was different.

Though the garrison was weak, the towers and siege weapons placed behind the battlements were not to be underestimated in killing power.

Even the most valiant knight, equipped with the sturdiest armor, could be turned into a torch by a pot of burning oil when climbing the walls or shattered by a stone from the catapult.

The siege weapons summoned by Prajna were mostly covered in fire-retardant leather or thin metal, but they weren't completely foolproof.

At this moment, he was also caught in the same predicament as Governor Mahri, as the cavalry he brought under his command were all elite. Even exchanging one for twenty or thirty of the enemy was a loss.

"Master, should we prepare for an attack?"

Losa shook his head: "No rush, it's still early, the enemy has no reinforcements, wait for the catapult to bombard for a while longer, destroy the enemy's siege weapons as much as possible."

He calmed his mind, becoming a sculptural figure atop the giant horse Eclipse, the golden mask he wore exuded a tremendous sense of oppression, making the Saracens on the wall feel apprehensive, terrified, as if their guts would split.

They waited for the catapult to bombard for a while longer.

Though the noise was grand, the enemy's losses were actually not substantial.

Semanud City was a strong fortress. Even using a weighted catapult to collapse a section of the wall or break through the enemy's gate was not an easy task.

"Hans, Model, each of you take a team of Iron Hussars and a team of Armored Archers, advance a siege tower for each, use bows and arrows to kill the enemy garrison on the wall, suppress the enemy."

Once he finished speaking, he added: "Venezia, the enemy has a moat, in this battle you will lead a team of Walking Knights, hide under the shield of the siege hammer, your target is to cut the drawbridge, break through the enemy's gate."

The orders were conveyed swiftly, and the teams moved.

The siege towers summoned by Prajna were all over ten meters tall, three-layer structures, each layer opening slits for shooting, all aiming at the enemy's fortress for firing, the top layer was even more elevated compared to the enemy's wall.

Limited by the moat, the siege towers couldn't truly approach the enemy wall, but they served as moving fortresses, suppressing the enemy garrison, mostly unarmored militia on the wall, making it hard for them to retaliate.

The team of Walking Knights led by Venezia was the main assault force, fully armed, dressed in Saint Lazarus-style cloaks, holding kite shields, and quickly forming the Turtle Shell Array used by veteran soldiers.

The knights in the front row pushed forward with the siege vehicle.

As the three giant siege weapons approached, the Saracen soldiers, already tight as a bowstring, panicked completely. Some, though still far away, drew their bows and shot arrows, naturally missing the enemy.

Then, as the siege tower drew nearer.

A thud was heard.

A concealed catapult on the wall unleashed itself.

In this world, people's understanding of the abyss was not profound.

Not even casters.

Monsters were associated with demons from the abyss, but they were not the same species.

In fact, the vast majority of demons struggle to adapt to the human world's climate.