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In the face of the fierce charge, the Arabs stared blankly at the enemy, forgetting to lift their knees off the ground, thinking that this must be a legion sent by God.

After rushing down the basin, the Spartan warriors stopped in unison, standing proudly in the eyes of the Arabs, clenching their spears and looking excited.

There was a long silence.

The two sides confronted each other, neither of them taking the lead in speaking, quietly waiting for the other to speak.

But the aura of the Spartan warriors who were the attackers was obviously slightly higher, and their resolute and fierce eyes exerted a huge oppression on the other side, making the Arabs couldn't help but hold their breath and hung their heads in fear and did not dare to look at them.

After a while, the old man, who was said to be able to communicate with God, finally could not hold back, he closed his eyes and made a gesture of prayer, and then stood up with the support of his attendants, and took a deep breath and looked around with the rather mysterious black wooden cane.

"Who are you?" he said in Arabic, believing that these brave warriors must be Arab warriors.

But he was disappointed, and the warriors listened to the muttering language, their faces were expressionless, and their emotions became irritable.

The old man's heart beat a drum, and he knocked his cane on the ground lightly uneasily, and a trace of worry flashed in his pupils.

"Who are you?" he repeated in Latin.

Many of the Spartan warriors knew Latin, but how could the warriors, who had always been cold, ignore him and remain silent.

He furrowed his brow in confusion, knowing that Latin was the most common language in Europe and North Africa.

After a short pause, they were about to repeat it in English when they heard a response.

"We are the ones you are looking for. Zheng Fei walked through the phalanx with firm steps, stopping at the front of the array, smiling.

The old man squinted, and looked at the future from head to toe, and his heart became even more puzzled.

"Your men are Europeans, and you look like Orientals. ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, I said I'm the one you're looking for. ”

Hearing this, the old man twisted his eyebrows again and thought about it carefully, pondered for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Are you the Fountain of Youth?" he said in surprise, even a little excited.

Zheng Fei was stunned by his "perfect" logic and smiled: "Do I look like water?"

"Then you..."

"I'm the one who can help you find the Fountain of Youth. ”

In an instant, there was an uproar.

The silence of the Arabs was suddenly in high spirits, and from the sound of mosquito-like chatter to the cheers of excitement, another climax in the basin was set off, and the birds that had just landed were startled again and fluttered in the air.

For them, the true value of the Fountain of Youthfulness is not eternal life, after all, they don't feel that there is any meaning in living.

What they aspire to is to use the Fountain of Youth, to create an invincible army, to return to the continent to tear apart the European invaders, to retake their homeland with the sparkling blade and the blood spilled, so that Dar Beida is no longer an art of sorrow.

In the end, they want to conquer Europe, so that the invaders can also taste the taste of being ravaged, they want to eat alive, and let the invaders see what real cruelty is!

This is the only thought that drives them to live.

If Brad and Senna were dehumanized by fate and hatred, then this group of Arabs is a copy of them, and what is even more terrifying is that this group of people is indoctrinated with faith, taking cruelty for granted, and the common hatred unites them into a group, and they never feel lonely in their hearts.

Revenge and cruelty are their mission.

"The Fountain of Youth..."A strange brilliance flashed in the old man's eyes, and it was fleeting.

Zheng Fei, who had been staring at him all the time, was keenly aware that his reaction seemed to be different from that of other Arabs.

At this time, the emotionally high-pitched Arabs began to make a fuss, tearing off their shirts and laughing in the sky, and the scene was out of control for a while.

The old man looked back, glanced at the clansmen with eagle-like eyes, and shouted hysterically with all his strength, "Quiet!"

At this loud shout, the Arabs were like a furnace poured with cold water, and they fell to their knees again in rags.

With a grim face, the old man said quietly: "Never forget that God is watching us from heaven." ”

No one dared to respond yes or no, and the Arabs, who were severely bound by their faith, began to pray in silence in their hearts, asking God to forgive their previous presumptuous behavior.

Glaring at them, the old man raised his gaze to look at the clear blue sky, took a long deep breath, and then looked at Zheng Fei, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"Please come with me to a place. He said in a hoarse voice, then turned and walked out of the basin.

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to follow.

Sensing the strangeness behind him, the old man turned his head and said lightly: "You can only come alone." ”

"That's not good, this is your territory, I need to bring some people safe. ”

"Well, whatever you want. The old man didn't press too much, and continued to walk forward indifferently.

Ten minutes later.

The old man took Zheng Fei and the others to the edge of the island, a high sea cliff.

Standing on the sea cliff, you can see the rough sea level, and there are no obstacles, making it a perfect place to watch the sunset.

Leaning against the trunk of a huge tree, the old man closed his eyes leisurely, and entered a state of extreme relaxation, even throwing his crutches to the ground.

"Ah, what a beautiful sound, I love the wave the most. ”

Zheng Fei was silent, waiting for him to say something useful.

The silence lasted for a long time.

The old man, who was intoxicated by the sound of the waves, opened his eyes, as if he had already fallen asleep, he yawned sleepily, and his face gradually became serious, probably ready to get down to business.

"I don't want our conversation to be heard, the secret of the Fountain of Youth, must not be let anyone else know. ”

At this time, Zheng Fei suddenly noticed that his eyes were completely different from those Arabs in the basin, and the emptiness dominated by faith had completely disappeared, replaced by emotional sincerity.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Fei gestured to the Spartan warriors behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Fifty steps back." ”

The warriors strode away, leaving only the two of them to stay quietly on the edge of the sea cliff, because of the special terrain, for a moment they would feel like the edge of the world, which was very interesting.

"How did you know I was looking for the Fountain of Youth?" asked the old man, gazing at the sea, muttering to himself.

"Because you caught my friend by mistake. ”

"Oh, that Englishman... But how did you find out that he had been brought to this island, thousands of miles from England? ”