The moment his throat was penetrated, the wild wolf knew that he was dying. Not only was his throat pierced, but his cervical spine was also seriously injured by the steel blade, and his lower body would be directly paralyzed as a result.
The wild wolf was nailed to the ground with a spear--or rather, on the tiles of the roof--and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Jeremy, are you taking my credit again?" The Holy See Crusader who was responsible for attracting attention in front of the wild wolf complained at this time.
"It's nothing, Payton." The Holy See Crusader who sneaked up on the wolf from behind and penetrated the wolf's throat with a spear replied: "It is the mission of our crusaders to destroy abominations. No matter who does it,
The results are the same."
"Hmph, you are really good at talking." The crusader named Payton laughed and said, "In that case, when I go back, I will report to the cardinal that I killed the demon wolf, and you won't have any objection.
Really?"
"I have no objection, senior." The crusader named Jeremy replied humbly.
At this time, the wild wolf lying on the ground with its throat stabbed was already dying due to suffocation and blood loss. It knew that it was doomed, but it still maintained its last bit of consciousness in order to learn as much as possible from the mouths of these crusaders.
More information.
Payton looked at the moonlight in the sky and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Orleans is getting more and more uneasy. Together with the previous hunts, is this the fourth time we have killed abominations?"
"Five times," Jeremy corrected.
"Oh, five times." Payton then said a little embarrassedly: "Last time, we failed to catch the big shadowy crow and let it escape. What the hell is that thing? It's like a mist.
Yes, the crossbow arrow will penetrate directly when it hits it. Isn't that thing invincible?"
"It is very likely that it is some kind of sorcery used by the demons. It has no entity and is just a phantom for detection." Jeremy analyzed: "No matter what, the next time it appears again, the seal of the priest
The divisions are its opponents. There is no need for us to worry about it."
"That's right, that's right." Payton turned around and looked at the dying wild wolf on the ground: "Oh, this abominable thing is not completely dead yet. Could it be eavesdropping on our conversation?"
?"
"No, how could that happen?"
"It looks disgusting. Go to hell!" Crusader Payton had already raised his spear at this time, pointed it at the wolf's head and pierced it. The moment the spear penetrated the wolf's head, the world suddenly went black.
"Uh-huh!"------
Far away from the town, in a cave in the forest, a half-wolf, half-human monster suddenly woke up from his meditation.
He rubbed his groggy head. The experience of the moment of being "killed" seemed to be conveyed to him through some kind of spiritual connection, making him feel as if he had been killed by the Crusaders.
"Damn Holy See Crusaders..." The human wolf Bedivere then muttered: "Why are you always nosy?"
"Oh..." Next to the human wolf, a little wolf was wailing in a low voice, seeming to feel sad because he knew something.
"I'm sorry, little fur ball," Bedivere said to the little wolf, as if the beast could understand his words: "I'm sad about your father's death. Things should not be like this, all of this
It's all my responsibility."
As a demon and a human wolf, Bedivere can use mind control to control his family members from a distance. Ever since he came to this world nine hundred years later, Bedivere has been using this ability to control
Wolves, scouting around.
The wild wolf that was stabbed through the throat just now was also one of Bedivere's dependents. It took too many risks and went deep into the city. It originally planned to retreat quickly after getting useful information, but it didn't expect to encounter the Holy See Cross.
military.
Speaking of which, the Crusaders of the Holy See are also very powerful. They actually climbed on the roof late at night and discovered the wild wolf lurking on the roof of the bar to inquire for information. The stealth ability of the wild wolf is not low in the first place. It can only be said that it is the Crusaders of the Holy See.
My perceptive power is really too high, and I was able to detect the wild wolf that was hiding so well.
Bedivere came to this different world as a demon. As a demon, this characteristic will never change. From now on, he will have to pay more attention to the Holy See Crusaders.
In any case, Bedivere's most important task now is to rendezvous with Arthur. I don't know where Arthur has gone, but if Arthur receives the same information, he will definitely go there.
The meeting place is in Turiel. As long as Joan of Arc does not capture Turiel Castle for one day, Arthur will definitely rush there.
The human wolf Bediwell climbed up from the haystack in the den and transformed into a big white wolf. He was different from ordinary wild wolves. He put on a vest and a strip of cloth around his waist that could barely cover his shame.
And there is a silver sword on his back. A normal beast will never appear in front of humans in this kind of clothing. Bediwell is dressed like this but travels in the appearance of a beast. What he wants is to bring doubts to humans.
.When people see a big white wolf dressed like this, they will definitely think that this wolf is a war wolf tamed by a certain warrior or ranger. In this way, humans will not take action against Bediville. Bediville
You will encounter less trouble.
But of course, his outfit is not just for decoration. The silver sword he carries on his back can also be used. Either his companions can hold it in their hands and use it as a weapon, or Bediwell can hold the sword in his mouth and swing it. In the end
In a bad situation, Bedivere can even transform into a human-wolf form when no humans are present. As half-human and half-wolf, he can free up his hands to wield swords.
After everything was ready, Bediwell took a step out of the cave.
A group of wolves were waiting for Bedivere's orders in front of the cave entrance. Although these more than a hundred wild wolves were all just ordinary beasts, they were the dependents of the human wolf Bedivere. They were loyal to him and would even fight for him.
He gave his life.
"Listen up, my family members." The big white wolf said: "I'm going to Turiel next. The journey is far away, and it's impossible to take your entire group with me. And if I go like this, it will probably take a long time.
He won't come back. So you just stay here and guard the cave. A year's worth of food has been prepared for you."
"Awwwww!" the wolves howled.
Bediwell turned to look at the little wolf next to him: "This little wolf has lost his father and is now helpless, so he will leave it to your entire group to take care of him.------From now on,
Disband. Just do whatever you have to do!"
"Ah wuwuwuwu!" The wolves howled again, and then dispersed. Their figures gradually disappeared into the entire forest, blending into the shadows of the trees and leaves.
Although these are just wild beasts, they have become excellent warriors under Bediwell's long-term training. If they were just a group of wild wolves, humans would not cause trouble for them at will. Even if Bediwell is not here to look after the house,
His dependents can still take care of themselves.
Hope so.
Bedivere sighed, turned around and looked at the little wild wolf next to him: "What? Why are you still standing here? Let's go and live with everyone."
"Ah wu..." the little wild wolf looked at Bedivere pitifully.
"It's useless for you to look at me like this. I will never take you with me, do you understand?"
"Ah...!!" The little wild wolf looked at Bedivere with his pitiful, watery eyes.
"Ugh...that's really troublesome." The big white wolf frowned.
In late April, winter has passed and spring has arrived, but France is still shrouded in a chill, and the weather is unexpectedly unusually hazy.
There was cold snow falling in the sky. Although the snow on the ground was not too thick, it covered the blood on the ground, burying the cruelty of this supposedly tragic battlefield.
The offensive and defensive battle of Turiel Fort has lasted like this for a month, and it is now falling into a quagmire-like tug-of-war.
"It's really a stubborn guy, isn't it?" A girl wearing full armor walked to the front of the battlefield, staring at the stone fortress opposite through the bunker built with picket wood.
"But it's only a matter of time before we capture it, right? Lady Saint?" Behind the heavily armed girl was a seasoned young knight.
The knight's appearance is actually quite handsome. From his face, you can tell that he comes from a noble family and his bloodline is quite pure. His long golden hair makes the knight look like a young man.
Compared with this pure-blooded knight, the girl couldn't help but look a little shabby. The blood stains on her face were still left on her face from the last battle, and she still hasn't had time to clean them, which made the girl look more like a
She is a rustic village woman, not the great saint that people say she is.
Despite this, the loyal knights who have been following the saint still worship the saint as a great person. What they see is not the appearance of the girl, but her unswerving heart to save the country.
And the Iron Heart leads the way.
For this reason, Joan of Arc also has another nickname, "Iron Maiden". Anyone in the world who has seen Joan of Arc holding her sword and flag and charging on the front line with her heroic appearance, will
Everyone will definitely have this feeling from the bottom of their hearts: This nickname is too appropriate!
The French army of only a few thousand people led by Joan of Arc, after liberating Orleans, has been attacking the city and is unstoppable. It has never lost a battle. The British army's wooden castles are all in St.
The female army was destroyed in front of them. There were rumors that the army led by the saint would be possessed by divine power. Ordinary defensive buildings easily collapsed under the onslaught of the army and were vulnerable to a single blow.
The battle was going smoothly until the Turiel Fort, an impregnable fortress made of solid rock bricks.