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Chapter 421 The Wind Barrier
"The wall is coming down?"

"Who's talking?"

"The man in the black robe who is tightly wrapped?"

The crusaders looked at each other in blank dismay. They had only heard of this method from the mouths of imaginative bards.

Baron Robert leaned on a wooden sword hilt, put one hand on the weight ball at the end, and said in a calm posture accustomed to wind and waves: "Thank you for your reminder, but if the city wall collapses, Gaza City will still be destroyed." Caught in a horrific carnage from which no one will escape."

It seems to have heard Robert's reply.

Salman said nothing more.

The baron turned around, looked at the panicked soldiers, and shouted: "The holy land of Jerusalem is behind us, and our children, relatives, friends, and homeland are also behind us. If we are destined to die here, then Let us be buried here, in this place closest to the Heavenly Father, for the sake of the Heavenly Father, and for the glory of the Kingdom!"

His voice was so calm and powerful, as if the difficulty in front of him was just a small ditch that could be crossed by lifting his feet, so that the panicked soldiers gradually became quiet.

Someone silently drew the sign of the cross on his chest.

Someone sobbed softly.

Little Robert looked at his father and opened his mouth. For the first time, he realized that his father, who he thought he would only drink in the manor or beat his wife, had such a stalwart image on the battlefield.

"Afraid?"

The baron laid his hand on little Robert's shoulder.

"Not afraid."

Little Robert's voice was very firm. He leaned on the wall and looked at Salman and those behind him, who gradually drove out of the camp. The Mamluks lined up neatly. The black armor looked like a moving black city wall under the sun.

Without this city wall, as long as they charge, they will be trampled into flesh by these Mamluks.

However, Salman's robe under the city has been propped up by the magic glow swimming in the sky, like an inflated puffer fish.

His complexion was not good, and he whispered: "I don't want to, but the agreement is the agreement. I made an appointment with that hateful guy. As long as you tear down your city wall, I can go home."

"It's not my fault, I just knocked down a wall."

He kept reassuring himself.

After doing enough mental construction, he raised his cane and pushed it hard on the ground.

boom--

A spider web-like crack slowly spread from under his feet.

The speed of the spread is getting faster and faster, as if there is an invisible giant underground dragon digging towards the city wall.

boom!
The people's feet began to tremble violently. The Baron and Robert Jr. clung to the battlements, barely standing on their feet.

Adil, who was watching this scene, took off his helmet and looked at this scene with amazement: "What a power, there is no other possibility except the gift of the holy fire. No wonder brother cares so much about these so-called spellcasters."

The cavalry behind them neighed.

The scene, which seemed like an earthquake and natural disaster, made these Arabian horses, which are known for their boldness and gentleness, restless, and many Mamluk cavalry who were not skilled enough in riding were overturned by their mounts.

The smoke dissipated.

Deep fissures have extended almost to Gaza City's dried-up moat—but somehow, it just doesn't go any further.

Adil's face was full of surprise: "What's going on? Does Salman want to go back on his word?"

He waved his hand, trying to fan away the dust in front of him, and squinted his eyes to look for Salman, but found that the master Salman in front of him was facing Adil's back, with a golden dagger stuck in it.

The dagger is completely buried.

With the magic-breaking effect of the anti-magic gold, the silence of the choking hand, and the damage-increasing effects of the Lone Wolf and Wolf's Poison, under the blessing of the four effects, the dagger in Celinina's hand pierced Sall's head in the first place. Man's shield hit his back.

It's a pity that at the same time that the dagger hit, the many magic props carried by Salman also took effect. Under the multiple magic attacks, Celinina had to withdraw and retreat, and there was no way to take advantage of the rapid decline of Salman's vitality. On the occasion, he was directly "executed".

Salman looked at Celinina in disbelief, his eyes widened and rounded: "You"

Cellinina had no intention of talking nonsense to him.

She doesn't care whether the target is good or evil. The task Lothar gave her is to let her deal with the spellcasters under Adil and help Baron Robert defend Gaza City. She will not consider other things.

The vigorous figure of Celinina seemed to melt into the wind.

After a few flashes, only a white light was vaguely seen, and dozens of wind blades swung towards Salman.

Adil shouted: "Quick, what are you still doing, go help Master Salman and kill that pagan devil!"

A group of Mamluks immediately urged their mounts to charge up.

Only a few of them were equipped with anti-demon gold secondary weapons. Adil didn't know that it would be a lot of losses for his personal guards to deal with such a terrifying pagan devil, but Salman must not die!

If Salman is dead, then he and his army will have to face this pagan devil alone. With the help of such an erratic devil, the Frankish city defense will become more impenetrable.

"That's Miss Cellinina?!"

Little Robert's face was full of surprises: "I knew she couldn't leave us, father, what should we do now?"

The baron's face showed the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe. Hearing Little Robert's question, he just ordered loudly: "Come here, check whether the city wall is damaged. The witch of the Marquis of Lothar has come to support us. We are here from death." escape from the desperate situation—it is God's will!"

The soldiers at the top of the city cheered.

Little Robert said anxiously: "Father, we should help Miss Cellinina, the pagan slave cavalry has rushed up!"

The baron looked at the cheering crowd, his face remained unchanged and he said: "Don't be stupid, little guy, defending Gaza City is all we can do, and the greatest help to Miss Cellinina—and, she may not need our help .”

Celinina frowned, this Salman is really hard to kill.

There are too many magic items with him, as long as someone gets close to them, they will automatically take effect, which makes it difficult for him to deal with him in a short time even if he nails the magic resistance gold into his body, making him temporarily lose the ability to cast spells.

As for Salman's heart, which was stabbed with a sword, he was still alive and well, and he didn't look like he was about to die, which was not beyond Celinina's expectations.

As the adults said, spellcasters in this world are more willing to spare their lives than anyone else, and she felt strange that they didn't have a backup.

Layers of colorful shields enveloped Salman.

Celinina has just experienced it. This kind of shield is the same as the shield that Salman used to fight against the crossbow bolts mixed with magic gold. The power of magic is transformed into shock waves.

This is probably a special method of casting spells developed by spellcasters for the restraint of magic-resistant gold on magical creations.

Just like a warrior wearing armor made of magic-resistant gold, the caster may not be able to use the bombardment of spells to smash him to death, but he can completely hollow out the soil under his feet and make him fall directly into the abyss fall to death.

Behind him, there was the roar of the Saracen soldiers.

Celinina turned her head, and dozens of black armored cavalry were about to rush in front of her. She could even clearly see the anxious expressions on the faces of these cavalry.

As they got closer, these cavalrymen began to draw their bows and arrows.

The next moment, the overwhelming rain of arrows covered almost every corner that Celinina could hide from.

Celinina swept across with her sword.

The howling wind gathered in front of her.

She stood facing the rain of arrows, and looked at the thousands of troops rushing towards her with a calm expression.

Crackle.

A series of arrows were bounced off.

Some were even twisted into the rapid air flow, and instantly twisted into countless sawdust.

"Devil devil."

The forward cavalry had such a word in their minds.

(End of this chapter)