Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 407 - 92: Master Fiore

"Good job, Captain Hog."

Losa spat out bloodied saliva, his face a mix of surprise and delight.

He hadn’t coordinated with Captain Hog beforehand, so to appear so precisely on the battlefield meant that, from the night the enemy landed, he had already launched a raid on the Yakexi left behind by the Wolf Race.

The zombie sailors couldn’t stand up to the Wolf Race in a head-on confrontation; besides lacking weak points and being unaffected by blood loss or crippling injuries, outside the Ghost Ship, they’re not much stronger than ordinary people.

In fact, Losa’s winged cavalry squad could easily trample the disorganized zombie sailors to bits on the open field.

Yet, at this crucial moment, an undead army appearing as if dropped from the heavens was still the last straw that broke the Expedition Army’s morale.

The black flags fluttered on the artillery positions.

The ghastly white skull, surrounded by intertwined bones, wore a wickedly carefree grin.

The sound of cannon fire roared.

For the first time in centuries, the pirates from the Mediterranean sailed to the New Continent, like their counterparts in the Caribbean Sea, already at sunset.

The giant first mate on the Ocean Disaster laughed heartily: "Damn, the Brits’ stuff is really something, the vibration’s shaking my bones to jelly. Boss, when can we get such treasures on our ship?"

The smile on Hog’s face froze; if this wasn’t a world of war records, the Ocean Disaster could’ve started weapon updates today, but unfortunately, in the world they were in, those cannons driven by white crystals and gunpowder couldn’t even be used.

"Harpoon cannons and boarding are the true pirate romance; those big cannon warships are all the evil ways played by ladies."

...

The Wolf Race of the Expedition Army was already stirred with unrest. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

A cannonball exploded in the crowd at the right moment, the terrifying shockwave blasted a nearby werewolf into countless chunks of flesh and blood. The real damage from the cannon fire was secondary to the collapse of morale.

"Where did this Army of the Dead come from?"

"It’s the Ocean Disaster, the sailors of the Ghost Ship. The Yakexi has probably fallen, our retreat path is cut off."

"Damn it, these rebels even called in the Mediterranean Pirate King, what did they use to buy out those dead men?"

"Who knows, maybe gold coins, gems, crystal balls, witchcraft scrolls—whatever it is, victory is no longer possible for us."

At the right moment.

A string of golden flames surged up the Duel Banner standing on the city wall, Francisco the Ripper’s body appeared out of thin air, scorched by the Holy Flame, he let out a shrill scream.

"Watch closely, you poor fellows."

A Valkyrie formed of flames smiled as she raised her hand, immediately forming a sharp Holy Sword from the burning Holy Flame.

With a single stroke.

The enemy chieftain was beheaded.

Watching helplessly as their leader was killed, the Wolf Race warriors of the Expedition Army finally collapsed completely. They abandoned their still-fighting comrades, the more bloodthirsty among them might still consider their kin in their clan, but most of them began to retreat en masse.

...

Chelina watched from afar, emerging from behind the Centurion of the Saluzzo Family.

Both sides were covered in wounds.

The opponent was an Instructor for almost the entire young generation of the Saluzzo Family, and the top Assassin besides the Clan Leader, but even so, against Chelina, the fight was only a draw.

"Teacher, you lost."

"Indeed, never expected this."

The man smiled with a touch of sentimentality: "Congratulations."

What’s worth congratulating about.

Bodies everywhere, blood staining the weapons.

Did this battle really have a winner?

Chelina was silent for a moment and said, "Teacher, you should leave. The Expedition Army’s losses are so great that at this critical juncture, the Yakxi Family won’t dare to challenge Saluzzo again."

"Still too naive, Number Three."

The man said softly, "If you don’t take back the Two Sicilies, this failure will only make Yakxi’s internal rule even more oppressive, because only in this way can they deter all potential rebels."

"Come and kill me, prove that you have surpassed me."

"Must it be this way?"

"Or let me kill you, earn myself a great merit. And forge an unending blood feud between the Saluzzo Family and Basilicata—your new Wolf Race, as a pledge of loyalty."

Chelina was silent.

"See, the time has come to test our master-disciple bond."

"Teacher..."

Chelina raised the double swords in her hands, a look of deep perplexity in her expression. She didn’t understand why things had come to this point.

"You see, the relationship between us master and disciple hasn’t reached the point where you surrender and let me kill you, so don’t feel hesitant or sad because of it."

The man’s figure flickered, appearing behind Chelina, stabbing with the double swords heartlessly and decisively towards Chelina’s heart.

His actions were still very quick, so quick that if Chelina hadn’t reacted, she would surely lose her life if hit by the double swords—this was a choice question, leaving no room for hesitation.

Either kill or be killed.

Chelina chose the former.

In the face of life and death, her speed reached the extreme, narrowly dodging the man’s attack, and thrusting her double swords decisively, leaving no room for him in return, into both sides of the man’s chest.

Right through the heart and lungs, each with a sword.

Even if the heart is on the right side, there’s no surviving this.

"Heh."

The man looked at Chelina’s somewhat sorrowful eyes, smiling as he shook his head: "Nina, this is also the first time I’ve called you this—remember, rebellion is not attending a banquet, it is a war that will inevitably shed a lot of blood."

"And this is just the beginning."

Chelina remained silent, her hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly; she knew well, her teacher was trying to teach her the last lesson.

His mouth bled, trembling as he fumbled an iron box from his pant pocket: "Here, take it as our parting gift."

Chelina did not reach out to receive it.

His smile grew brighter, though his voice weakened steadily: "Well done, that’s my good student; as long as the enemy breathes, never lose vigilance."

As an Executioner, Chelina’s double swords, the destruction to life force was incredibly swift, even a Wolf Race warrior famed for life force, perished quickly after his heart was pierced.

"Nina, you must win..."

On his face, finally settled an expression which, despite the ghastly scar across his face, still appeared handsome to Chelina’s eyes.

Bang—

The iron box Chelina hadn’t taken fell to the ground, scattering candies in colorful wrappers everywhere.

She stared dazedly at her now-deceased but still smiling teacher, silently bent down, picked one up, and placed it in her mouth.

It was very sweet, so sweet that it was somewhat cloying, worse than her favorite chocolate bar.

She recalled her teacher’s allowance was never much, indeed, the candies bought were of such poor quality, like those from a street vendor, costing just a lira for some nougat.

"To use such a thing as a parting gift, Teacher, you are still too rude."

She raised the double swords high, her eyes moist but her voice firm: "Fiore of the Saluzzo Family, today perished at the hands of Chelina, the title of the first Assassin of the Wolf Race changes from this moment!"