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"This is a great speech comparable to that of Urban II. My lord, I look forward to fighting for you under your command."

"Recovering the Holy Land is the responsibility and obligation that every devout Christian should fulfill. Usually, I am trapped in the chaos of the Holy Land, entangled in palace politics and petty profits. I deeply regret this."

"Lord Marquis, I am old, but my son will take my place and command the fifteen knights and one hundred armored cavalry in the territory to serve under your command."

"I believe that the unfinished business of 'recovering the Diocese of Alexandria' that has been left unfinished by many Crusaders will be completed in your hands."

One by one, the princes and nobles walked forward to talk to Lothar with eager faces.

If we say that Lothar took over several barren territories in the Sinai Peninsula and generously gave them to his vassals, to them, they were just appetizers that were not worth fighting for.

Egypt is like a gluttonous feast that can satisfy everyone's appetite.

Even if Lothar wanted to eat the fattest piece of meat, just some scraps would be enough to satisfy the greed in each of their hearts.

Of course, only Lothar has this kind of appeal.

Since the father of Baldwin IV, King Amalric has repeatedly attacked Egypt without success.

The master of Egypt, Saladin's Ayyubid dynasty, had united half of the Zoroastrian world. It seemed that the Crusader nobles no longer coveted this sacred land so close to each other.

Because they knew that after the Kingdom's most important allies, the Principality of Antioch and the County of Edessa, were successively annexed by Saladin, the Kingdom of Jerusalem's military strength had long lost the possibility of advancement.

But Lothar was different.

Even if he puts aside the sacred aura around him and attributes everything he possesses to magic, he can still bring great confidence to people, as if as long as he rushes with the winged cavalry, all the difficulties on the battlefield will be solved. It will be solved easily.

This kind of trust is based on Lothar's solid victory record without any fancy since his debut, and it is also based on the miracles Lothar has created one after another.

The towering city walls and the Siegfried Tower, which looked like the Tower of Babel, rose overnight.

In less than half a year, like a dome covering the sky, the sacred tree gave birth to a large area of ​​fertile farmland in the desert.

The flawless white paper and the words seemed to be printed from the same mold.

Plate armor with extremely strong defensive power and excellent appearance.

There are also many soldiers who are just from low-level civilians, but after only a few months of training, they have become braver than veterans.

No matter how cunning and mean the lord is, after carefully counting Lothar's experiences, he can't help but lament that there are so many things that are unreasonable about this person. If it weren't for God's blessing, how could ordinary people have accomplished such great feats? ?

"How can a person who receives God's blessing not do great deeds?"

"Perhaps this is just the beginning."

His Majesty the King sat on the throne, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Lothar smiled and chatted with the princes and nobles one by one.

He started a new crusade.

Next, tens of thousands of troops who bring their own dry food and do not need salaries will gather under his banner. As long as they are provided with the necessary supplies, they will be invincible on the battlefield.

He will also receive generous donations from all walks of life.

The "donations" of the two knights are just the beginning.

In the palace of Damascus, the dusty Saladin sat on his throne somewhat tiredly. The consequences of this defeat were not trivial for him.

Especially the attack from the theological level has even shaken the legitimacy of Sunni Zoroastrianism among the Saracens, which has not yet been deeply rooted.

He was very sure that those remnants who insisted on the "Shi'i" Zoroastrianism would immediately jump out and claim that it was because he banned the "Shi'i" and forced the Egyptian believers to convert to the "Zon's" that the Holy Fire no longer protected Him. The people made the power of pagan devils suppress the brilliance of the holy fire.

"Saladin."

Saladin, who was looking sad, raised his head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him with some surprise.

"Master Sheshemeier?" The man in black robe took off his hood, revealing his bloodshot eyes: "Losa has called a new crusade in Galilee, and he will go south soon. , attack Egypt, your key point.”

Saladin's expression changed slightly. Today, he would naturally no longer look down upon Lothar, the young Crusader prince.

He knew very well that it would be difficult for Adil to hold Egypt. As long as several bridgeheads in the Sinai Peninsula fell, unless Adil was willing to dig up the Nile embankment and use floods to "defend" the enemy, Egypt's fall seemed to be close at hand.

"Master Shemeier, the news you brought is important, but what can I do?"

Saladin's eyes were a little sad.

Originally, in history, he should have been in high spirits at this time, annexing almost all the main forces of the Crusaders in the East, preparing to march to Jerusalem, and take back the Holy Land that had been occupied by the Franks for nearly a hundred years.

But now, he has fallen into a dilemma both internally and externally.

One-third of the lords who followed him were killed, one-third returned to their own territory after just saying hello, and the remaining one-third didn't even say hello at all.

His reputation had plummeted with the defeat of two wars.

"Don't lose faith, I will help you, King Saladin."

Shermail's tone was very calm, but what he said was really unexpected.

Saladin was in disbelief: "Are you willing to help me?"

This person was completely different from the Schemaier in his impression. This abnormality made him wary. He was worried that Schemaier might have other desires.

"Yes, I am willing to help you."

Shemael said solemnly: "I want to avenge my brother Illerion."

Saladin was stunned for a moment before he realized that the brother Shemail was talking about was probably the bad-tempered fire dragon.

"This explanation seems to be beyond your expectations?"

Saladin admitted frankly: "Yes, I always thought that considering the long life span of a wizard, he would not risk his life for anyone."

"But even if you are a wizard, there will be people who care."

Shemaier's expression was a little gloomy: "Before making this decision, I hesitated for a whole day. I also considered whether to symbolically run to Lothar's territory to cast some powerful spells and kill some ordinary soldiers. Even if it’s to avenge Illerion.”

"But, I can't."

His expression was solemn, and there was not much hatred for Lothar in his eyes. Instead, there was a feeling of relief.

Saladin sighed: "This is not a rational decision."

Schemaier smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, but when I think about the fact that I will have to live with regret every day in my long life in the future, I feel that it doesn't matter if I fight once."

To be honest, he didn't hate Lothar.

The two armies are fighting and facing each other head-on. There is nothing to hate.

He just felt that doing so might bring peace and relief to his heart, which was full of pain and regret. In the future, he could continue to spend his long and lonely life calmly.

"Master Shemael, I am grateful that you are willing to help me, but I need more spellcasters to help me defend Egypt."

Saladin said seriously.

"As soon as possible."

Virgil of the Fatimid Dynasty had already used the strategy of flooding the Crusaders, and he did not intend to use this method of injuring eight thousand enemies and damaging thirty thousand himself - because it was not in line with the morality in his heart. .

"Once Egypt is lost, Lothar will only need a year, or even less than a year, to digest this new land. It will be impossible for us to defeat him again."

As the ruler of Egypt, Saladin, although he had lived in Damascus for a long time, still knew very well that the large number of Christians in Egypt, those "Copts", would definitely support the "Holy Son" of Christianity.