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"If this continues, we will be eaten up by this monster before we recover the Holy Land!"

Ivan squatted down and looked at the Mamluk warrior who belonged to him in front of him—his chest seemed to be torn open by that monster, and his eyes were full of fear and horror.

It is conceivable what he experienced before his death.

He put his palms over the dead man's eyes.

There was repressed anger in Ivan's voice: "I can't go on like this anymore, I have to see Master Takidin."

Fulk grabbed Ivan's arm and said in a low voice: "Ivan, don't be impulsive, your current state is not suitable to meet Lord Takidin."

"Let go, Fulk!"

The anger in Ivan's eyes was about to burst out: "Senmut is the most loyal soldier under my command. He has saved my life, and more than once, I swear that I will repay him."

"But now, in his own territory, he was killed by a so-called own person."

"But you can't just go to Master Takidin like this, Ivan, you have to understand what is the most important thing to be a Mamluk, which is loyalty! Instead of questioning, think about how much effort you have spent in order to gain the trust of adults."

Fulk lowered his voice and persuaded: "Don't let these efforts go to waste, and I don't think Senmut wants you to be dazzled by anger."

Ivan was silent.

He rubbed his face, looked around, and reprimanded a little irritably: "Go back to your respective posts and shut your mouths tightly. I will give you an explanation for this matter no matter what, but in Before this, I don't want any weird legends to spread in the camp."

"Yes!"

Retire subordinates.

Ivan sat on the ground a little weakly: "Fulk, I have to admit that you are right, I can't just go to your lord like this."

Fulk said tentatively, "I heard that that vicious man-eating beast ate more than one person."

"Yes, more than one, even more than a dozen."

Ivan stood up: "Brother, help me carry Senmut to the tent, we have to prepare a less shabby funeral for him."

Fulk nodded.

None of them doubted that the legend was false, because it was normal for monsters like Veneto to eat people.

This is in line with their cognition.

Like a gnawed corpse in a circus, the murderer is either a lion or a tiger.

Saladin camp.

The elderly Saracen monarch raised his calm eyes and asked his most trusted nephew, "Have you found the source of the rumor?"

"It's a merchant. When I went to find him this morning, I found that he had disappeared."

Takidin was a little irritable.

What's the worst part about gossip?
It was Saladin who was raising a man-eating beast for victory!

This is nothing to a Saracen lord like Rauf the Impaler.

But it is definitely a huge blow to Saladin, who has been showing the image of a morally perfect man for many years.

The knights of the Catholic Church pay attention to "chivalry", and the Saracens also pay attention to "honesty, self-denial, forgiveness, and kindness". Over the years, Saladin's status has gradually been deified, which is different from his poor, upright, fair and enlightened style It doesn't matter.

It is true that Saladin could never be a morally perfect man.

If it is said that an outsider can quickly enter Egypt and usurp his suzerain Nur al-Din's Zangi dynasty, he has become the ruler of the Zoroastrian world second only to the Sasanian king.

If such a person is a moral model, Saleh, who is imprisoned in Aleppo, will definitely be pissed off.

Saladin is without a doubt a hero.

But after so many years, even if it is a disguise, the value of this pretended image is already immeasurable.

As an outsider without a "legal system", Saladin would really be like Sassanian King of Kings, raising a large number of pagan prostitutes and eunuchs in the court. The dynasty he established by himself may now be in flames All around.

"Oh, merchant."

Saladin couldn't help laughing and said: "A businessman has such a clever eloquence, and in just one morning, he made the rumors ferment to such a degree. It seems that my military camp has long been infiltrated by the enemy. .”

Tajiding hurriedly said: "My king, don't worry, there will be absolutely no problems with the camp of the Chinese army guarded by Kasaji's guards."

"I never doubted that."

Saladin shook his head. He had been assassinated by Assassin many times, and he still attached great importance to his personal safety. After getting the effect of master Shamel and other spellcasters, the defense of the camp of the Chinese army where he lived was even stronger than before. Be strict.

"Calculating the time, Adil should have already started marching, right?"

"Yes, land and water are advancing together. In a day or two, the Crusaders should receive the news."

Saladin nodded and said, "Monitor the enemy's movement well, and notify me immediately if there is any change."

"My king, about the rumors... Do you want to shut up the people below?"

"Need not."

Saladin shook his head: "Many things, the more forbidden they are, the more curious they are. Even if you don't say it, your heart will be full of reverie—just like wine, many people are not interested in it at first, but when taught When alcohol was banned, the ability to drink so-called 'fermented grape juice' became a privilege for the upper class."

There was no irony in Saladin's eyes.

Although he can be regarded as a devout Zoroastrian no matter how he looks at it.

But for any qualified ruler, religion is just a tool.

Takidin was silent for a while, nodded and said: "I have to admit that what you said is correct. In Egypt, many princes and nobles are secretly using pagan customs. They are fond of astrology, alchemy, and some even secretly converted to Coptic. teach."

Copticism is a branch of the Eastern Orthodox Church (including the Armenian Apostolic Church, etc.), which broke with the Orthodox Church in Constantinople 600 years ago, and is still widely present in Egypt and the southern Abyssinia region.

The Saracens, or Egypt under the rule of the Arabs, did not force pagans to convert. This is also the consistent style of Zoroastrianism. In fact, many Saracen lords are not happy with the conversion of pagans.

This means they can no longer impose the unbelievers tax (an additional tax on heretics).

But that doesn't include the ruling class.

"So, don't pay attention to some gossips, all conspiracies and tricks always seem so insignificant in the face of the majestic situation."

Saladin was very calm.

As long as he can win this battle and regain the Holy Land, he will be the uncrowned king of the entire Zoroastrian world, Bikong the well-known Sasanian king, and more qualified to lead the entire Zoroastrian world. Some rumors are nothing more than a mustard disease.

If you lose.

No.

"This time, I won't lose."

Saladin walked out of the camp silently, and the Nubian black slaves behind him immediately held up their big umbrellas and followed behind him respectfully.

"Takidin, prepare a team, I want to personally inspect the camp."

He turned over and jumped onto the horseback with a stern expression.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't intend to ask Master Schmail whether Tolle did this.

Probably not.

For the remaining [-]%, even if it is, it cannot be.

Torle didn't know what happened last night, he lived in a tent outside the dragon circle.

This is an open space with a huge area. Coors was worried that he would be smelled by the Karelian dragon, so he didn't approach it at all.

at this time.

Torle was putting a whole sheep in front of the Karelian dragon with a flattering smile on his face.

This giant dragon from the extreme north opened its eyelids lazily, then quickly closed them, and from its nostrils spewed out two sulfurous gunpowder smoke.

Torle immediately understood, opened his mouth and sprayed out orange dragon flames.

It's just that Long Yan's temperature is probably not high, and after a few minutes, the whole lamb was roasted half-baked.

Only then did the fire dragon open its mouth, and it rolled the sheep into its mouth with its tongue like a giant python, and swallowed it whole in one bite——the Karelian fire dragon's appetite is so great that this giant dragon eats it every year. Sleeps most of the time.

In fact, although this kind of giant dragon has a bad temper, it has a rather homely personality and will not leave its territory easily. If it doesn't have this habit, it may even chew up stones in its territory.

This is the experience of Anna's cleverness in raising a sea dragon.

Although Anna raised the sea dragon Nicole, fishermen near the Sea of ​​Marmara have found it difficult to catch big fish, but at least Nicole can hunt on her own, and she won't become a giant gold-eating beast like the fire dragon in front of her.

The food that can satisfy the hunger on the seabed is far more abundant than on land.

Even fire dragons often dive into the sea to eat, and they have good swimming skills.

Torle stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the scales of the fire dragon. Seeing that it was not angry, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy in his heart.

The blood of the Karelian fire dragon is his source of strength, so he has had a special bond with this fire dragon since then.

To be exact, it was more like a one-sided dog licking. If the dragon treated him a little better, he would feel sincerely happy.

This is also one of the reasons why Master Schemael is willing to entrust his partner to Torle.

Only Tuoerle will find ways to make it happy in different ways.

"it's him!"

"Put things down and run!"

In the distance, there was a whisper.

Thorle looked back with some doubts.

But it turned out that it was actually the group of servants transporting the livestock. When these people saw Torle looking over, they didn't care about any etiquette. They pushed the trolley forward, and quickly turned around and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

"A bunch of cowards."

Torle snorted coldly: "How can a humble human appreciate the beauty of a giant dragon?"

He looked at the half-asleep and half-awake fire dragon again, his eyes full of reverence, and he began to busily transport the cattle and sheep on the cart, roast them one by one with dragon flames, and pile them up in front of the dragon—this took him a lot of time. Strength, his dragon flame is not only low in temperature, short in distance, but also has limited endurance.

But perhaps because of the unique sulfur smell of the Karelian dragon, the dragon just likes this one.

What can he do?
Of course I pet (lick) it!

...

Lothar's barracks.

"Saladin's followers are here."

Lothar held the coat of arms in his hand, facing Andreas, and could vaguely hear Muller's impassioned pre-war lectures.

The attack on Port Ella was something he had expected.

Although Saladin's fleet in Egypt is mainly concentrated in the north, the lords of Yemen, Hashem and other places are all Saladin's followers.

It is not difficult for Saladin to form a fleet to attack the port of Ayla.

Furthermore, Leonard can sail on dry land, so there's no reason Adil can't.

It's just that he can't provide much help now, and can only hope that the firepower of the Siegfried Tower is strong enough, the town guards and militiamen are brave enough, and after Captain Hogg's weakening, the enemy's strength is weak enough.

Just after encouraging Andreas, a new communication came in.

Opposite is Cellinina's voice.

"My lord, Adil has launched an attack."

"Where are you now?"

"I have left Gaza and am ready to sneak into the enemy camp."

Lothar frowned and said, "Have you confirmed where the target is?"

"Not yet, that's exactly what I'm going to do next."

"Be careful, Nina. The shadow of darkness is very weak in Egypt, and there is no way to help you. You put your own safety first."

Lothar warned that compared with Coors's almost perfect stealth ability, Celinina is undoubtedly more powerful in combat, but in terms of stealth, he really doesn't have much confidence.

And the spellcasters in this world have all kinds of strange methods, even if they have the weakness of magic resistance gold, they are still not so easy to deal with.

"I know."

The voice on the other side was very calm, without any emotion.

"Flynn misses you very much."

"Me too."

The other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "I miss you very much too, please rest assured, I will go back safely."

Hang up the communication.

"I miss you too, tsk, it's so sweet."

Anna's teasing voice followed closely.

To get through the communication, it has to be relayed through her, and any important news can't be hidden from her.

Lothar said helplessly: "Okay, I'm not in the mood to joke with you, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help."

"You're welcome, I can't help you fight the war, but it's okay to transfer a communication. If you lose the battle, remember to come and join me, and I will arrange a powerful official title for you."

Lothar couldn't help but said, "Don't worry, I will definitely."

"At that time, I will look up to Her Highness Anna, and your Majesty the Empress."

"uh-huh."

"If nothing happens..."

Anna suddenly remembered something, and said angrily, "Wait, remember to take care of Nishaya for me. I have clearly told her not to go to the battlefield with you, this silly girl."

Losa nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will keep her safe."

Communication was completely cut off this time.

Lothar sat on a chair, let out a sigh of relief, gathered his thoughts and walked out of the camp.

There is a second duel today.

It's just that compared with the upcoming wars in Gaza and Port Ayla, this has become a joke.

"Presumably Saladin is also waiting for news."

Lothar looked dignified, and the duel on the frontal battlefield was a process in which the two sides kept putting weight on the balance.

If any of Gaza or the port of Ayla is breached, the morale of the Crusaders will be shaken.

The vassals and soldiers in Transjordan would urge him to lead his troops back to rescue the territory.

But it is absolutely impossible for Raymond and the others to sit back and watch him leave.

The result can only be that the two sides reach a compromise and start a decisive battle with the opposite Saracens army as soon as possible. After victory, the whole army will return to support.

But when the two sides confront each other, whoever is in a hurry first will lose the upper hand.

Even if Lothar is not in a hurry, he is high-spirited and willing to give up his territory.

The morale of the soldiers will also be shaken.

People worry about whether holy places or their hometowns will be attacked.

Don't forget, the Gaza gate is only a two-day march away from Jerusalem.