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Baron Fulk wanted to find out more information about Schermel, but unfortunately, after several days in a row, he failed to obtain any hidden information worth mentioning.

That was beyond the reach of an ordinary Mamluk cavalryman. Even if his master was Takidin's confidant, a middle-level officer in Kasaji's guard, he knew very little about Shamel.

But Fulk didn't waste his time, at least he knew that there was another powerful spellcaster under Saladin's subordinates, but compared with Master Schmail, this mysterious spellcaster lived in seclusion all day long, and his name was not even passed down. been out.

Instead, his two apprentices have been serving Saladin next to him, serving Saladin as his court advisors.

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The Crusaders marched all the way along the Jordan River, and in just five days, they approached Lake Tiberias.

There were only two days left before Saladin's army, and falcons began to be seen fluttering in the sky from time to time, which made the atmosphere of the entire army tense.

Some people say that war is a long march, waiting, a short battle, and if you survive, it is a new long march and waiting.

Reynolds takes it for granted.

Having left the Black Eagle Banner Squad, he had to transfer to the heavy cavalry company because the hussar company he had longed for was full. Now he is wearing light soft armor and leading a team of scouts to scout in front of the marching team. road.

The days of marching were boring and tedious. The first thing I did when I returned to the camp every night was to take off my boots and pour out the sand to avoid grinding my toes.

He often recalled the old farmer and soldier who transferred all the accumulated meritorious service to himself before he died.

The old peasant soldier is a very capable person. Even though he has now received the grace of God and his fighting skills are not what it used to be, he is still not fully sure that he can defeat the old peasant soldier in foot combat.

His former comrades did not think highly of him.

Thinking that his cavalry status was picked up by shit luck, not his own ability, in fact, he himself thinks so.

A loud eagle chirp suddenly resounded through the sky.

Renault raised his head subconsciously.

Someone asked: "Is it our falcon?"

"alert!"

Renault said loudly: "Since yesterday, we haven't sent any falcons."

Although there are also falconers in the scout camp in Transjordan, the number of falconers under Saladin's command is much smaller.

After discovering the traces of the Saracens' falcons, Knight Ulm, the head of the scout battalion, forbade his own falcons to dispatch at will, and replaced them with a larger scout team like them.

In the sky, more and more falcons were hovering high in the sky, they were screaming loudly, calling for friends and companions.

One after another, half-human-tall giant eagles joined the circling team.

Someone whispered nervously: "It seems that these flat-haired beasts are going to make fun of us."

A Saracens falcon with blade-like talons and beak.

Even a knight in full armor may be blinded by his mount's eyes, thrown off his horse and thrown to death by the horse, not to mention these lightly armed scouts.

In order to maintain mobility and reduce the burden on their mounts, they wore at most a piece of leather armor.

"Blow the horn!"

"Let the nearby scout squads approach us."

Renault ordered calmly.

More and more falcons gathered in the sky, sometimes there were more than ten of them.

Among them, finally two couldn't hold back their ferocity, and swooped towards the scout team.

Lei Nuo clenched the riding bow in his hand, bent the bow and set the arrow, all in one go.

whoosh-

One of the falcons was shot through the chest by an arrow when it was still in the air, and it fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Another falcon grabbed the shoulder of a scout with both claws, and flew away. The scout immediately screamed, covering his bloody flesh, and he could even see Senbai's skeletal shoulder, and fell off the horse's back .

Lei Nuo was not disturbed by the screams of his own people at all, and drew his bow and arrow again.

whoosh-

The arrow slid down under the falcon and fell to the ground in a parabola.

"Pity."

He is also a soldier who has changed jobs in the system, his archery skills will not be much worse than the woodland archer, but the riding bow in his hand must not be as powerful as the longbow used by the woodland archer, otherwise the arrow will hit of.

At this time, a low-pitched horn sounded like a dragon chant.

The nearby scout teams began to gather. Among them, each team had a few leaders like Lei Nuo who had excellent archery skills. The gathering was also a deterrent to the falcons.

It seems that he also realized that this group of enemies is not easy to mess with, and they are forming a group.

The falcons who were still hovering in mid-air, eager to launch an attack, hovered for a while, and then gradually flew away into the distance.

Renault put down the bow in his hand with some disappointment, glanced at the wounded, and took out a bottle of Lazarus potion from the saddle bag: "Smear it on him, don't apply too much, this potion is for three people."

"Another scout was attacked?"

Lothar's brows were tightly furrowed. Whenever he confronted the Saracens, he had to fight on the premise of losing "air supremacy". For him, he was already a little used to it.

"It's fine if there is no downsizing. Starting today, the size of the scout team will be expanded, and each team will have two heavy-armored bow cavalry."

Lothar paused slightly, and asked, "Have you found out the details of Saladin's spellcasters?"

Coors, who was reporting below, shook his head and said, "Julia's 'Shadow of Darkness' hasn't sent back any new news. At present, I only know that Saladin has a spellcaster who is good at taming animals, and an unknown strength, who rarely shows up. But a spellcaster with the same status as an animal trainer."

"No news yet."

Lothar sighed softly. The "Shadow of Darkness" organization has not been established for a short time, and most of its members are ordinary people. No matter how advanced the organizational form is, it is impossible to break through the shackles of personnel, funds, and time.

"But it doesn't matter, we don't know the strength of Saladin's men, and they certainly don't know us either."

So far, where Lothar has really shown his strength is the battle between Limassol and Isaac of Cyprus-but after that, their strength has increased significantly compared to before.

"How's Flynn these two days?"

Coors smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that good. After getting Veneto's blood sample, she locked herself in the tent again to study the improvement of Wolfsbane."

Lothar frowned and said, "Should I leave her and Celina in Jerusalem?"

Celinina was left in Jerusalem by Lothar because she was responsible for dealing with the spellcasters who were likely to exist around Adil, and was forced to separate from her best friend. Lothar also devoted time to military affairs all day long. The little girl was so lonely. sharp.

Coors shook his head: "She's just worried about Miss Cellinina's safety."

Fringilla possesses various buff spells, which are very effective on the battlefield, and the effect is best on the main battlefield.

Lothar was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "There is no other way."

Assassin is a profession that walks on the tip of a knife, and it faces a spellcaster known for its ability to change and tricks. No matter how strong Celinina is, a negligence may lose her life.

But Lothar had no other choice.

"Coors, you persuaded Veneto to come to me, right?"

Coors nodded and said, "My lord, you are truly astute."

"Come on, this matter is thanks to you, otherwise I don't know how to find an excuse to improve his strength."

Lothar said with a smile.

The battle is imminent, and Veneto is also a top five-star combat power, and his individual combat power is even better than Hans.

Just thinking of Hans, Hans just opened the door and walked in.

"My lord, the scouts found a group of rebellious mobs in front of them. They broke through the castle of the local lord, and the owner of that castle happened to be in the team - he has brought his subordinates to deal with those mobs."

Lothar was a little surprised: "They actually rebelled at this time?"

"Probably they couldn't bear it anymore, and they definitely didn't know that they happened to be on our marching route."

"This is really bad."

Hans couldn't help but said: "My lord, I have inquired privately. That lord is an extremely cruel and tyrannical person. Sometimes he would drive a group of serfs to the hunting ground with his knights and servants on a whim and shoot them; At the top of the castle, looking at the passing merchants, it’s like a vulture picking its prey—so caravans and pilgrims often disappear when they pass by here.”

Lothar frowned: "If he does this, the territory should soon become a no-man's land, right?"

"From time to time, he will recruit pilgrims who don't know the details to settle in the territory, and this is the only way the Jordan River must pass."

Cruel, tyrannical, and even anti-human lords are not uncommon in Europe. Many of them, because of their stupidity, don't have the concept of exhausting the pond at all, or they just want to pursue excitement regardless of the consequences.

There are idiots everywhere.

Among the nobles who have no education and only emphasize bravery, this kind of role is most likely to appear.

"Hans, don't interfere."

Lothar warned.

Strictly speaking, it was a good thing for him that this happened.

Because the pagan caravans on this trade route often have problems, over time, they will most likely choose to take the route of Port Ella or Carleburg, and he can receive more business taxes.

He lowered his voice and said, "I swear this kind of scum will pay the price, but it's definitely not up to you to execute him."

The circuit court formed by Lothar in his own territory is equivalent to taking back the judicial power of vassals at all levels in disguise, and the common people at the bottom also have the opportunity to sue their lords-but the premise is in his territory.

This man is a vassal of Duke Raymond and should be dealt with by him.

Coors said: "Don't worry, Hans, my lord is in the honeymoon period with Raymond, just say a few words to him, depriving that guy of his title, and sending him to court for execution is a sure thing."

Lothar sighed lightly.

Such brutal crusader aristocrats are not rare in the Holy Land, or even in Europe. If this person did not cause a civil uprising and only slaughtered serfs and heretics, under normal circumstances, he would really not be able to intervene.

(End of this chapter)