Randall, who was sitting in the driver's seat, dressed in full armor and dressed as a troupe guard, looked ahead with a stick of grass in his mouth.

Barbara, dressed in a pale red gown, poked her head out of the window of the carriage behind him and shouted at Randall, "How far is it from Twilight?"

"Four hours. ”

Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "Thank goodness! I was finally able to get back from the countryside to a clean and comfortable city! The first thing I did when I went back was to take a warm shower!"

Randall glanced back at her: "This troupe tour, the royal family of the Duchy of Jonah and the Kingdom of Muliai are willing to convert to Protestantism, and you have the greatest credit ......"

"Don't mention that fat pig-like king to me again!" Barbara said with a disgusted expression, "Just thinking about the way he looks at me, I won't be able to eat for three days!"

Randall shrugged and was about to speak, when a scream came from the front of the convoy.

"Stay in the car, I'll see!" Randall put down the visor of his helmet, took out his sword and shield from under his seat, jumped out of the carriage, and rushed forward.

The front of the convoy of the Golden Skylark Troupe has become a mess.

The staff of the troupe were frightened by the sudden attack and fled in all directions, and the few guards who were left alone were powerless to resist the enemy.

Like a wolf rushing into a sheepfold, Aldenan stunned three guards who wanted to resist in a breath, and lifted two of them with the intention of retreating immediately.

A figure fell from the sky, and the sword slashed at the werewolf's head with a sound that broke through the air.

Aldenan covered his arms above his head, trying to block the attack, but he didn't expect the power on the sword to be so great that he was sent straight away.

Adjusting his body position in the air, Aldenan landed on all fours and glided backwards for some distance, leaving several deep paw prints on the ground.

"That's a lot of strength......"

Aldenan waved his arm, and the wound that had been cut out on it healed instantly, and he looked at the iron-armored guard not far away, and the fighting spirit in his heart that he had cultivated for a long time in the underground fighting arena gradually rose.

With a kick of his feet, the werewolf was so fast that it was impossible to recognize, and almost instantly rushed in front of the guard.

The wolf's claws used the inertia of his body to strike at the opponent's side ribs like a long whip.

This guard was clearly different from his peers, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, he crouched down, lowered his center of gravity, and his shield firmly protected the side of his body.

However, he still underestimated the werewolf's combat prowess.

There was a huge thump.

The guard was beaten back a few steps by the wolf's claws, and before the former could stand firm, Aldenan took advantage of the flaw, stepped forward and slapped the opponent's head with one claw, directly slapping the steel helmet into a dent, knocking it out of the wearer's head.

The guard, who had been hit hard, was knocked to the ground, motionless and motionless.

Aldenan, who had completed this attack, raised his two wolf claws and put them in front of him, his eyes were full of joy and excitement, and he said to himself: "Such a body, whether it is speed or strength, is really perfect!"

"Hey, idiot! The battle isn't over yet. ”

The guard, who had lost his helmet, stood up from the ground, and the wound on his face from the wolf's claw attack slowly healed, revealing his original appearance, which was none other than Randall.

Aldenan looked at the other and his eyes widened in surprise because he saw something in disbelief.

Countless parasite limbs emerged from the cracks in Randall's armor, swaying in the air like razor-sharp blades.

"These things on you, and the ship that night......"

Before Aldenan could finish speaking, Randall drove the keel armor and lunged forward, stabbing both the sword and the parasite limb into the werewolf's body.

Looking at the keel parasite that pierced his body, Aldenan shook his head lightly in disbelief.

At this moment, a roar like thunder came from the forest.

A strong orc, more than two meters tall, overturned a heavy carriage with one hand, then turned sideways and slammed Randall's shoulder.

The latter was like a kite with a broken string, knocked into the air, and smashed a waist-thick tree.

Carol picked up Aldnan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Aldenan looked at the wounds on his body, which had disappeared, and nodded at Carol: "I'm fine, but the problem is, except for the guy just now, I don't know if there are any enemies here who can use that kind of weapon, so we have to evacuate immediately now!"

Picking up the two unconscious guards from the ground, Aldenan walked quickly in the direction of the forest, and when he found Carol behind him not moving, he turned around and shouted, "Go! What are you still doing?!"

Carol stood there dumbfounded, his eyes falling on a beautiful woman in a pale red gown in the forest.

The latter hugged Randall's body, shouting anxiously for something.

Aldenan, who was in a hurry to evacuate, ran behind Carol and kicked the opponent in the ass hard, waking the orc from his stupor.

"Let's go!"

Carol nodded hesitantly, and followed behind Aldenan, stumbling into the forest as she looked back at the woman in red.

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The capital of the Ayyubid Empire, Baghdad.

A faint smoke of gunpowder still wafted over the royal capital, and the cries of people could still be heard in the streets of the city.

In the square of the royal palace, thousands of the inhabitants of the city were driven here. They looked at the soldiers with muskets around them, their faces angry, but they did not dare to say anything.

In the middle of these onlookers and soldiers, there is a kilometer-long avenue that begins at the main entrance of the royal palace and continues to the throne in the main hall.

On both sides of this avenue, kneeling hundreds of officials, large and small, and dignitaries of famous families, dressed in tattered clothes, with their faces covered in dust and scars. Behind each of them, an executioner armed with a scimitar stood.

"Supreme Inquisitor, Emperor of the Empire, Supreme Caliph!"

With a high-pitched chant, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the main gate of the palace.

The sound of the horse's hooves was unhurried, dull and depressing.

Eventually, Saladin, dressed in military uniform, appeared at the main entrance of the palace on a white horse.

The horse's eyes were tied with a front-only cover, and their bodies were covered with a thick layer of iron armor.

An Abbasid nobleman, kneeling at the main entrance, raised his head, glared angrily at Saladin on his horse with his only remaining eye, spat at the warhorse, and cursed in a hoarse roar: "You rebel who has broken his oath......Allah!

Saladin stared straight ahead, ignoring the nobleman, and simply drove his horse slowly.

The horse's hooves stepped in front of the nobleman, and the executioner's sword fell, and the flying heads and splashes of blood stained the avenue red in an instant.

Another former official of the Abbasid Empire, trembling at the blood on the road, said to Saladin in a voice that was almost pleading: "Great Emperor, please give a little mercy......

Saladin's horse's hooves did not stop, the scimitar fell, and the human head rolled down to the horse's hooves, blood spraying onto the horse's white hair.

As the four hooves of the war horse rose and fell, the scimitar in the executioner's hand also ended life here. This long avenue of the royal palace has become a veritable "blood road".

The surrounding residents who were forced to watch the ceremony let out screams one after another, and some of the timid people fainted on the spot.

Saladin rode all the way to the entrance of the main hall, the corpses behind him already piled up all over the road. He looked at the person kneeling on the steps of the main hall, suddenly looked stunned, and reached out to grab the reins of the war horse.

It was a boy of twelve or thirteen, still wearing the uniform of a student at the University of Baghdad.

Saladin's face was cloudy, and when he first entered the city, he had personally communicated with this brilliant boy in college...... However, the patriarch of his family was the former prime minister of the Abbasid Empire......

Gripping the reins, Saladin looked first at the child kneeling in front of him, and then at the throne high up in the main hall.

At last, Saladin closed his eyes, let go of the reins, kicked his horse's belly lightly, and the horse moved forward slowly and heavily.