People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 432 Mudrigi
"I'm going to lose."

Saladin was riding on horseback, and his refined scale armor shone with golden light.

He sighed lightly, and there was not much joy or anger on his face, but the fingers tightly clutching the rein still betrayed his mood.

He is a usurper.

He needed a great achievement recognized by the entire Zoroastrian world to stabilize his loose dynasty. He did not want the territory he had conquered to be shattered into countless pieces like the Abbasid dynasty after his death.

This is also the reason why after he usurped the Fatimid Dynasty, he began to vigorously support the Sun Zoroastrianism and suppress the Shipai Zoroastrianism that was originally prevalent in Egypt.

In the huge Ayyubid dynasty, the undercurrent has already been raging. Saladin does not think that any of his sons can continue to stabilize the dynasty like himself.

But now, defeat seems to be doomed.

At his age, and with recurring injuries over the years, this may be the last jihad he is capable of waging to reclaim the Holy Land.

He raised his palms, covering his brows, and looked up at Master Shamel and his dragon.

They have flown to the edge of the battlefield.

According to his understanding of Shemeier, this guy probably won't take action again. After all, he is just a mercenary who collects money to do things. It's okay to fight with the wind, and he didn't expect them to fight desperately for him.

Mudriji came to him at some point, and his voice was very low: "King Saladin, do you think you still have a chance to make a comeback?"

Saladin glanced at him with some surprise, and said in a low voice: "The infantry of the Chinese army has been unable to attack for a long time, and the victory is still indistinguishable. close at hand."

The confidantes next to him who heard these words all showed expressions of shock.

"You are honest."

Mudriji was also a little surprised, and changed to an honorific title.

"How about we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

Mudriji looked up at the giant dragon hovering above his head: "I bet Shemayer won't stop here."

Saladin looked at him suspiciously: "Why?"

Mudrigi said softly: "You don't know, the Karelian fire dragon has a tyrannical temperament and is the most vengeful. It has suffered such a big loss, no matter how hard Schemael persuades it, it is impossible for it to just let Frank go. people."

"Just a beast, can it influence Master Shemeier's thoughts?"

Saladin smiled lightly.

He thought to himself that he was very good at judging people. Shemail seemed to be better at speaking than Mudriji, but in fact he was an extremely selfish and arrogant person in his heart, so how could he date himself for a beast?
Searching the world, it is difficult to find a few people who are willing to fight to the death for their employers like Master Salman.

Mudriji sneered, and his laughter was full of sarcasm: "In your eyes and mine, that is just a beast. But in the eyes of Shemail, he is a close friend and a brother. He doesn't care about the life of a servant like Torle. But he sure cares about his dragon."

"So, as long as I make a move to attract firepower, he will definitely be willing to support the attack."

Saladin froze for a moment, and quickly said: "Are you willing to take the risk and make a move?"

Mudriji smiled and said: "King Saladin, in our tribe, there is a proverb that if you want to eat meat, how can you not take risks?"

Saladin was silent for a moment, and said with some emotion: "I didn't expect you to be so talkative."

"Ah."

Mudriji laughed at himself: "It's nothing more than the interest. To tell you the truth, I have taken a fancy to the Holy Gun of the Franks."

Originally, he just wanted to be a mercenary, bully and bully mortals, in exchange for some materials from Saladin.

It was later discovered that among the Franks there were also powerful spellcasters, so they had the idea of ​​fishing for fish, and they did what they could. On the one hand, they couldn't smash their own signboards, but the most important thing was to protect themselves.

But looking at it now, this Frank has in his hands the life-saving artifact that he has been looking for for a long time!
This is why he can't help himself.

Mudriji came from a small tribe in the Horn of Africa, whose ancestors believed in the ancient crocodile god for generations.

Until one day, his tribe was attacked and wiped out.

The men of the entire tribe were almost exterminated, and the women and children were incorporated into the new tribe.

They were also forced to convert to a new god.

A new god of utter evil.

The human sacrifice he requires is ten times greater than that of the crocodile god, but at the same time, he will also give believers more powerful power.

This allowed his new clan to always emerge victorious in clashes of clans.

But the new gods demanded more and more human sacrifices, and the new tribe almost emptied all the tribes in this area, and they still couldn't satisfy the growing greed of the "new gods".

Therefore, finally one day, the people of the new tribe began to attack their own people.

Mudriji escaped from the tribe at this time, because as a new member, he had made some achievements even after a few years, and his status was not as good as those of the old people.

Sooner or later, the target of the sacrifice would be his turn.

He ran away.

But what's worse is that he still has the power of the evil god left in him.

He once thought that a mere tribal god could do nothing to him, but as time passed, he found that the power of the evil god remaining in his body became stronger and stronger.

Even the stronger the power he possesses, the stronger the power of the evil god will become.

He finally realized that this so-called tribal god had regarded him as a container for his divinity.

His body has long been corroded by the power of the evil god. He thought it was because of his extraordinary talent that he had mastered some lost spells one after another. Who would have thought that every gift in fate had been secretly Price marked.

...

In a daze, Mudriji recalled the day when he escaped from the tribe.

One by one, the tribesmen who were naked and holding spears stood on the slope at the edge of the oasis, looking down at him, without saying a word, let alone chasing him with weapons, but staring at him with strange eyes. he…

Mudriji dismissed the distracting thoughts in his mind.

A low voice of chanting a mantra sounded.

The vicious curse, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, is invisible and substanceless, spreading towards Lothar who is leading the soldiers to kill in the crowd.

For a moment, Lothar felt a chill on his back, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice hole. His movements became extremely slow, and he was almost slashed on the neck by the enemy in front, but the solar eclipse under his crotch was not affected. Impact, a dash that knocks the enemy in front of him off his mount.

"Someone plotted!"

Prajna said succinctly.

She drove the mount and came to Lothar. The black shield in her hand swelled into a giant tower shield more than three meters high in an instant, like an insurmountable high wall. The solar eclipse, all blocked behind.

This was the first time that she had so obviously displayed extraordinary strength on the battlefield.

Her sight, from among the densely packed soldiers, locked onto Mudrigi in black robe at a glance.

The masked Mudriji broke out in cold sweat for a moment, as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy.

That's not the same as the Holy Lance, an artifact that restrains the divine power in one's body.

The Holy Lance is only an attribute restraint, but the opponent's strength is clearly somewhat similar to his own.

A trace of uneasiness emerged in Mudriji's heart.

But at this time, the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

The holy relics of Zoroastrianism cannot dispel the power of evil gods, and some relics of ancient gods that have survived to this day are even more mutilated and pitifully weak, so he has no choice.

(End of this chapter)