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Adil clenched his fists and slapped the table heavily.

In today's battle, at least [-] elite Mamluks who were loyal to him and spent a lot of money on training were killed. This loss is nothing to him, but this is only the first day of the siege.

"Master Salman, my king provides you with countless materials every month. It is said that the redbud grass you want every month requires thousands of people to collect it. Is there no way for you to make an exception?"

Salman's dark face under the veil showed a trace of dissatisfaction: "This is the agreement. I, I got benefits from Saladin. I admit that if you, if you think this deal is not worth it, you can terminate the contract!"

It seems that he seldom talks to people, and Salman's tone is a bit stuttering, but the firmness in his words is also obvious.

The strong dams on the Nile often collapse in a small opening.

Salman believes that once his principles are broken, Saladin will ask himself to do more things that violate his principles in the future. He learned magic to pursue the truth, not to be a butcher!
Adil sneered and said: "Master Salman, I know that the King of Kings in Sassan has already sent someone to contact you in private. If you want to serve him, you don't have to block me with such words." .”

"Nonsense!"

Salman's black face turned red: "I have never had any contact with the king of Persia."

"Ah."

With a sneer, Salman was so angry that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "You, how can you slander me like this?"

"Master Salman, the agreement can be terminated. I know that you have no intention of continuing to serve our lord, but the alchemy materials and precious treasures you took in the past, is it just that?"

"I'll pay you back!"

Salman was so angry that he didn't even want to explain. He is also a master spellcaster who stepped into the legendary realm with half his foot. How could he stand the ridicule of a mortal?

Now, he just wanted to leave Adil's barracks immediately and return to his alchemy laboratory in the countryside.

"Well, Master Salman, I know that you won't be able to raise materials to repay the debt you owe for a while-as long as you make a move to break through the gate of Gaza City for me, we will write it off, and no one will Don't owe anyone, how?"

Salman hesitated for a moment.

If it is not necessary, Salman, who is somewhat socially phobic by nature, really does not want to continue dealing with people like Adil. It seems that it is not impossible to settle the debt at once without paying back the materials that have been consumed by him. accept.

As for the shot
He snorted coldly: "I only broke the walls of Gaza."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Adil readily agreed.

Looking at Salman's angry back, the aggression on Adil's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a wry smile full of shame.

"Master Salman, what a man of principle."

He didn't even think that he could directly renege on the debt.

Of course, if Salman is not a principled person, there is no need to use this method to provoke him.

Adil sighed softly, and ordered: "Let the first company take a good rest, and the second and third companies are ready to fight at any time. Master Salman, it is estimated that they will not be able to wait for a moment."

Leaning on a cane made of oak, Salman rushed to the gate of the camp. Along the way, no one dared to stop this fragile-looking old man—everyone knew that he was an envoy who was closer to the holy fire than the imam. Otherworldly strength.

He looked at the dim stone city wall.

The city walls of Gaza City have long been severely weathered, but the walls, which are all made of bricks and stones, are still not something that ordinary siege equipment can defeat, at least those easy-to-carry torsion trebuchets cannot.

Today, there are mottled black traces all over the city wall, which are the traces left by the grease in the oil tank after burning on the wall.

Salman raised the crutch in his hand, but saw the figure of the crusader on the city wall who was collecting the corpses, he thought about it and put it down. He turned his head and glanced at the camp of Adil's army indignantly, and stood there, as if Statue-like motionless.

"What is he waiting for?"

Looking at this side from a distance, the Mamluks who had already mounted their horses and were ready to fight looked at Adil with doubts on their faces.

With the help of his attendants, Adil put on his armor. Hearing the words, he was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile, "An envoy under the guidance of the holy fire will not easily participate in secular struggles, because even pagans are still created by the holy fire."

He paused slightly, and said again: "Therefore, the Salman oracle can only cast spells to destroy the walls of the Franks, but now the Franks on the walls are collecting corpses, he is probably waiting for the Franks to retreat from the walls before cast a spell."

He put his hands on his shoulders and praised: "The holy fire is lenient, the highest and the greatest."

The Mamluks followed suit and shouted: "Sacred Fire Hu, Akbar!"

The Franks at the head of the city also noticed this strange figure.

Thinking of His Majesty the King's special request to write a letter during his busy schedule, Baron Robert, who is in charge of Gaza City, felt a little flustered in his heart: "Could this be a pagan wizard?"

"And little Robert!"

he shouted.

Robert Jr. has the same name as Baron Robert, and when Robert Jr. inherits the title of Baron Robert, he should be called Robert II.

"Father!"

Disgraced little Robert was in a state of embarrassment.

"Didn't the Marquis of Lothar send his witch? Didn't you hang out with her every day before, people?"

Little Robert froze for a moment, shook his head and said: "Miss Cellinina has been away for several days, on the day when the heathen soldiers came to the city-I have already told you about it."

Baron Robert was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was indeed such a thing, but he was busy with work that day, and he quickly forgot about it.

"What did she do, why hasn't she come back now?"

"I don't know either."

Little Robert looked ashamed.

Baron Robert couldn't help cursing: "I want you to please this Miss Cellinina, but what are you doing?"

Little Robert was speechless. He swore that he loved the task that his father had given him this time, and he wanted to complete it from the bottom of his heart. However, after working hard for many days, there was no result at all.

"Prepare the ballista, shoot at that mysterious guy in black!"

Baron Robert shouted his orders.

The soldiers immediately turned the winch, tightened the crossbow strings, and loaded heavy crossbow bolts the size of an adult's arm into the grooves of the ballista.

"put!"

next moment.

With a piercing scream, the heavy ballista flew straight towards Salman who was standing at the bottom of the city.

boom--

The huge crossbow exploded into sawdust.

Salman, who didn't make any movement at all, his hood was blown off by the strong wind, looked calmly at the oncoming sawdust, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking all objects close to him.

"what!"

"Father above!"

"Is he a devil?"

The expressions of the crusaders at the top of the city changed drastically.

Baron Robert murmured: "Sure enough."

He grabbed the saber at his waist, and for the first time in his life, he felt a deep sense of distrust in his martial arts—even the ballista couldn't kill him, or even hurt him, and he couldn't think of any other weapons able
and many more!

"By the way, Demon-Blocking Gold, quickly get the Demon-Blocking Gold Arrows we prepared earlier!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

opposite.

Under the city, Salman walked slowly but firmly towards the city wall. He hesitated for a while, as if he had no confidence, but in fact it was simply because of social fear and he was not used to speaking in front of so many people.

"You...you leave the city wall soon, the wall is about to collapse."

Although his voice stuttered, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

It was as if it was ringing in my ears.