People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 475 Vampire

Freimeburg.

The servant carried an oil lamp and walked in a narrow and dark corridor that seemed to lead to a bottomless abyss.

A gust of wind blew and the lights flickered, making him feel terrified.

He gingerly touched down, and soon, through the light of the lamp, he could see a trace of rust and metallic luster in the darkness - an iron door.

Before he even got close, the servant smelled a strong smell of rust, but the iron door clearly showed no rust. His hand holding the oil lamp trembled, subconsciously recalling the disaster that happened in El-Arish.

The cries of countless people dying seemed to be echoing in his ears.

He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but with just a slight touch, the heavy iron door creaked open backwards with a heart-wrenching sound.

In the darkness, where even the light seemed to be swallowed up, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Does your master want to see me for something?"

The speaker was a male voice, with a low tone and slow speech.

The servant quickly lowered his head, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said: "The Frankish Crusaders are about to approach the city. I ask you to take action to stop the enemy. My master will cover up any traces of the incident for you."

"not enough."

A cold wind blows.

The man in a black cloak finally showed his figure in the eyes of the servant: "The strength I have accumulated is not enough. Unless, tonight you and your master hold another bloody sacrifice. By then, I will also Turn them all into corpse puppets to resist enemy attacks."

The servant raised his head subconsciously, and then he saw the other person under the light of the oil lamp, with two ferocious fangs and a face as pale as a dead man.

"I will convey your message to my master."

The man put his face close to the servant's and took a deep breath.

There was a dangerous light in his dark eyes, as if he was forcibly suppressing his desire to eat.

"Then you have to hurry up."

Vaguely, the servant heard the sound of the man swallowing saliva, and he quickly said: "I will ask my master right now."

Then he turned and left as if running for his life.

Ding Ding Ding-

Listening to the panicked footsteps of the servant, the man sat back on a chair in the darkness.

boom--

A green flame lit up, illuminating the narrow basement.

Under the man's butt, there was a bone chair covered with bloodshot eyes, and it seemed that the flesh and blood in the gaps had not been removed. The seat was floating in mid-air, with a giant spine of an unknown creature connected to it. The base of this bone chair goes all the way down, leading into an invisible bloody abyss.

The blood flowed along the bones as if alive, and injected into the body of the man sitting on the bone chair bit by bit.

The man let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's such a sweet and wonderful taste."

"Unfortunately, the fresher the blood, the better."

...

The sky gradually darkened.

Adram stood on the wall of the inner castle and looked at the tents set up against the outer city. The already small castle seemed more and more overcrowded.

His brows were furrowed and he said nothing.

What had happened these days had suppressed his dissatisfaction with Yasar to the point of being suppressed. One tribe after another was being wiped out—not by the hands of the infidels, but by Yasar!In the hands of this old friend whom he could not see more and more clearly.

In the past, Yasar was known for his openness and hospitality. Even the most unruly and uncivilized Tour tribe was willing to sit down and listen to his mediation when facing disputes.

But now, he seemed like a completely different person.

"Sheikh, only the chief of the Mor tribe has returned."

Accompanied by hurried footsteps.

A young man in a yellow cloak walked quickly to Adlam: "Sheikh, this is a good opportunity to annex the Mor tribe."

Adram looked at the younger members of the clan and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart: "It's already this time, and you still want to annex the Maul tribe?"

"Sheikh, isn't this your long-cherished wish?" Adlam was silent for a moment and then said: "At this time, if the Tour tribe is willing to merge with us, what will you do to feed those old, young, women and children? And what else? , the Maur Department suffered heavy losses because of Master Yasar’s mission, will he just sit back and watch all this happen?”

"of course!"

The young man lowered his voice and pointed to the tent below: "Sheikh, didn't you find anything wrong? Our people, as well as Mr. Yasar's people, were all arranged in the inner fort, and Tu After the people of your tribe were allocated a batch of food, they were driven outside the city and set up tents to live?"

"This shows why Yasar doesn't care about the old, weak, sick and disabled in Tour."

There was sarcasm in Adlam's voice: "You are right, Yasar doesn't care at all about us annexing the Mor tribe, but do you really think that there is any difference between us and them?"

"Of course!"

The man said with a matter-of-fact expression: "You and Mr. Yasar have been friends for many years."

Adram sneered: "Don't forget, the old guy from Tu'er tribe has a good relationship with Yasar, but I heard that their entire clan was slaughtered."

The young man said disapprovingly: "Sheikh from Tour is an old man with a stiff temper and bad temper. No one would really have a good relationship with that kind of person. In the past, Mr. Yasar just wanted to keep them out of trouble. It’s just a last resort.”

"Besides, we live in the inner city and they live outside. This is a sign that Mr. Yassar thinks highly of us."

Adlam smiled bitterly: "Yes, he looks up to us."

All the tribes that still had enough fighting power were arranged in the inner city, and some small tribes were placed in the outer city. They lost all their fighting power, and only the old, young, women and children were left. They were all thrown outside the city and left to their own devices. They fend for themselves.

What kind of high opinion is this?
It's nothing more than that it still has use value.

But now, he has boarded the pirate ship and has no other choice.

At this time, a black shadow flashed from the city wall.

Adram subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist and shouted: "Stop, who is it?"

"It's me, old friend."

Lord Yasar was wearing a brown robe, carrying a scimitar, and strode over with more than a dozen guards: "Old friend, go back and rest. If nothing else, the Crusaders will arrive tomorrow. By then, It will be difficult for us to rest again.”

Adram nodded and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly stopped and said, "Yasar, why don't you evacuate the old and weak in advance and let them find their own way out?"

Assar sighed with emotion: "If I could, why would I force them to stay here? You should know that they are of no use in defending the city. Instead, they will consume food, grass and water. But the governor of Damietta said, Not allowing any refugees to enter his territory is his only requirement for sending troops to rescue them. Where can I evacuate them? What's the difference between rushing them into the desert and sending them to die?"

Adlam lowered his voice and said angrily: "Leaving them here is the same as sending them to death!"

Yassar was silent for a moment, and his voice was full of compassion: "Of course there is a difference! The purpose of keeping them is to let them fight with the infidels until the last moment, to let them die in the great jihad, and to let each of them die. All can be saved and ascend to heaven.”

Adram was stunned, and he looked at Yasar blankly.

Yasar stretched out his hand to hold Adlam's shoulder: "Brother, I know how much you have misunderstood me during this time, but that's because you have never considered problems from my position. I have never been a butcher. .Believe me, brother! Everything is for the Holy Fire, for the great Holy War."

Adlam was stunned for a moment and sighed softly: "Maybe what you said is true, but I can no longer see you clearly, Yassar."

Watching Adlam leave, Yasar sneered and whispered: "Remember, take care of your eyes. Whatever happened in the outer city tonight is not allowed to spread outside. "

The expressionless Saracen soldiers responded one after another: "Yes, Master."

He held on to the city wall and listened to the faint sound of sharp teeth tearing flesh in the distance. There was a trace of disgust on his face: "This damn vampire's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Sure enough, the ancestor said That's right, if you want to drive this kind of monster, the price is no different from making a deal with the devil."

His fingers lightly tapped the city wall, but although vampires have a huge appetite, they also have some advantages over devils, such as - they will do things when they get benefits.

"I hope this guy is as powerful as he claims."

Early the next morning.

Facing the early morning light, the guards who came to the city wall to change shifts suddenly felt that the scene in front of them seemed different from before.

He grabbed the edge of the city wall and looked down.

Everything seems to be no different from before. The nomads living in the tents have started a new day of life.

But no matter how you look at it, it feels awkward.

He was about to take a closer look when he suddenly heard a sharp cry.

"Crusader Demon! Crusader Demon is coming!"

Someone yelled in panic.

On the horizon in the distance, a black flag with a golden eagle suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)