Before Bayezid II could comprehend what was happening, he grabbed one of the boys who was beside him and stood in front of him, and his reaction was not inadequate, for the next moment a gravel the size of a deer's head fell from the cracked dome and knocked the boy's chest into a hollow.

The Sultan shouted in horror and rage, and he sprang up from the platform, and the next moment an assassin descended from the sky and landed on the platform, his sword resting on the Sultan's place.

At this time, several of the attendants in the bathroom had also understood, they had no weapons, but they were not afraid to rush up with buckets and spoons, and one rushed to the locked hollow golden door, wanting to open it and let the black eunuchs outside come in to protect the Sultan, they were armed!

Ezio followed Giulio closely, and as soon as he landed, he threw a throwing knife, which pierced the neck of the boy who wanted to open the door, and he pressed his neck, and fell down with his eyes wide open, and the key was in his hand, and a black eunuch reached out through the gap in the golden door to grab it, but was kicked away by Paula, and at least a dozen scimitars flew above the head of the female assassin of Assasin, but she only smiled contemptuously, and if she wanted to climb in through the gap between the hollowed out golden door and the lintel, she went up and stabbed it with precision.

Someone was shouting for a spear, and Paula took a few steps back and drew her crossbow.

Bayezid II was not a great warrior among the sultans, but he also had the fearlessness of an Otto-Turkish ruler, and although he was naked, he grabbed a pure silver jug and confronted the Assassins as if he were wielding a hammer. He was no taller than Giulio, but three times his size, and under the thick fat were strong muscles, and he prayed to his true god and pounced ferociously on his enemies.

He had the strength to be completely out of his rank, and at once he slammed Giulio's short sword, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, and with the sound of the howling wind, it struck Giulio in the temple, and Ezio saw it, and immediately rushed forward, his Hidden Blade bounced out of his fingers, and slashed horizontally at the back of the Sultan's neck, and a boy screamed, jumped up, grabbed Ezio's waist, and bit down viciously—his teeth were broken in the hard chain mail, but he continued to bite frantically as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Ezio's Hidden Blade snapped back and pierced the boy's neck, his head hanging and his arm loose.

His death did not have a greater impact on one of the Master Assassins, as Ezio withdrew his Hidden Blade but kicked the Sultan in the knee, and the Sultan fell, rolling with a dexterity inversely proportional to the bloated size of his body, standing up with his back against the wall so that the two Assassins could not surround him, and three acolytes were doing whatever it took to rescue their master, and in front of the hollowed-out Golden Gate, the black eunuchs were lifting heavy bronze statues and knocking on the Golden Gate, which was bent and deformed in their shouts.

Paula, with her piercing eyes and steady arms, and her beloved crossbow, took their lives one by one—but, as legend has it, the eunuchs were so loyal to the Sultan that they spared no regard for their own lives, and when someone fell, someone took their place.

And they also took bows and arrows, the Turkish bow was the strongest of all the bows and arrows of the fifteenth century, and it was said that it could shoot up to 2,000 feet, and now Paula is feeling the power of this weapon, they have left cracks in the wall behind her, and in the stone platform in front of her—it is marble!

"They're coming in!" Paula shouted.

The Sultan also heard this.

"I don't know where you came from," he cried, "but if you lay down your arms and surrender to me!" I will forgive you! ”

Giulio stepped forward, and although he didn't speak, Ezio understood what he meant, and he turned around to face the three boys, leaving Giulio alone.

The Sultan saw a pair of golden eyes, the other party's determined eyes let him know that it was useless to say more, he let out a roar like a lion, but leaned down slightly, lowered his center of gravity, obviously wanted to replace the attack with defense, Giulio really couldn't wait any longer, he stepped forward and stabbed out the sword, the Sultan quickly swung the silver kettle, and opened the bayonet again, but this time the resistance he encountered was obviously lower than the last time, he immediately realized that this was just a feint, the bayonet sword swirled in the air, A backhand stabbed him in the lower abdomen, and the Sultan screamed and backed away to the left, the tip of his sword drawing a distinct trail of blood on his shaky abdomen.

The Sultan waved his arm and threw the heavy silver pot at Julio, who was hit in the right shoulder by it, and he took a step back, and the Sultan took the opportunity to take several steps back in succession, standing in a corner with a strange smile on his face, his hands behind his back, and just as Julio was alert, he jerked out a huge scimitar from a hidden gap.

The ruler of Ottoman Turkey rushed towards Julio, his scimitar swirling in the air, singing, his body and strength put a lot of pressure on Giulio, and the familiar weapon made him even more powerful, he shouted the name of the true god, begging him to bless him to kill another enemy, Giulio could only dodge and wait for an opportunity to fight back, but in a sword exchange, the sultan's scimitar bit Julio's bayonet tightly, and the narrow weapon lasted less than a breath and broke.

The tide turned, and he turned into an assassin with empty hands.

The Sultan raised his scimitar and pressed it towards his enemy, his heart beating violently, and the thought that he was about to take the young man's strong and short life made the Sultan dizzy—unlike ordering a eunuch to hang a minister or a brother with a bowstring, he seemed to be young and strong again, and he felt that he could do anything, as if he were possessed by a true god.

Julio's hands hung down, as if to give up resistance, but in the next second, he lowered his body like a poisonous snake and ricocheted at the Sultan, whose scimitar fell behind him, and his Hidden Blade had pierced the Sultan's chest.

The Sultan's movements stopped, he seemed unable to comprehend what was happening, the power passed quickly from his body along with the temperature, he looked down at his wounds, saw his end, he looked up and looked at Giulio: "You don't know what you did," he said: "You have killed a noble man and destroyed a great and glorious dynasty." ”

Julio calmly withdrew his Hidden Blade.

"I never thought that a kingdom enslaved to its fellow kind could be associated with nobility, greatness, glory, or any compliment."

The Sultan fell, and Julio pulled an eagle feather from his cuff and drew a little blood from his wound, "Rest in peace." He said.

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When Julio looked back, he found that Ezio had finished his battle, standing shoulder to shoulder with Paula against the black eunuchs who had poured in from the collapsed Golden Gate, he jumped onto the marble platform, helped them with his crossbow, and after knocking down several eunuchs in succession, Ezio and Paula jumped up one after the other.

Several of the black eunuchs raised their bows and arrows, but before they could release their bowstrings, Giulio's crossbow arrows and Ezio's throwing knives had already taken their lives.

"Close your eyes!" Julio shouted, and then threw the glass bottle containing the phosphorus fire downward, and the glass bottle shattered on the stone floor, and the phosphorus powder splashed everywhere, burning violently in the air, and smoke came out, and some of the eunuchs who were too close to them were ignited by them, and the shrill howl filled the entire bathroom.

Paula stepped on Ezio's shoulder, and instantly climbed up to the cracked dome, and then she pulled Ezio up, followed by Giulio, and when the three Assassins returned to the dome, they saw the flames extending from the Tower of Justice and the Pavilion of the Conqueror.

"Looks like we're going to have to get out of here." Ezio said, "I don't want to be chased by a bunch of crazy eunuchs. ”

Paula smiled and shook her head.

With the help of hooks and ropes, they descended smoothly into the dense forest below the Conqueror's Pavilion, the stars showed them the way, and the three Assassins sped forward in the darkness, but the sound behind them never stopped, until they came to a steep rock wall, below which was the tumbling Sea of Marmara, the water was pitch black, full of whirlpools and sharp reefs, and the concubines of the harem often bribed the eunuchs and ordered them to throw their threatening female slaves into the sea, and the eunuchs would most choose this place, they say, even if it was a fishDon't try to swim out of here.

Ezio, Giulio, and Paula were not fish, but they did, they got out of the whirlpool, avoided the reef, swam three thousand feet or more, and saw no more fire, before they came out of the water.

They were drenched, with minor or severe wounds, and the pain was terrible under the stimulus of the sea, but the mood could not be more relaxed, and Ezio looked at the feather with the blood of the Sultan, and could not help but sigh: "If you were willing to become an Assasin officially," he said, "you could have become a mentor a long time ago." ”

"If you're willing to have a pope do Assasin." Giulio replied casually.

"Why not an Assasin to be the pope?" Ezio asked rhetorically.

"Does it make a difference?"

"The difference is too great," said Ezio, "for example, I can say that I have a disciple who is dressed in the white garments of Christ and wears a triple crown on his head. ”

They arrived at their intended location, and after Ezio had learned to scream three times from the night owls, the young Assasin Assassins emerged from their hiding place, but Ezio only glanced at them and found that one of them was missing.

"What about Duarte?"

Little Assasin looked at each other a few times and said with some shame: "He was captured. ”

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"What is this?" The former Janissaries officer asked curiously, picking up the glass bottle containing some shards of powder, while his slave, well, a slave from a long time ago, was visibly nervous.

"Don't touch it!" Duarte roared, his disrespect immediately whipping him.

Officer Janissaries laughed, "I'm glad you're still the same, Duarte." He said, "I didn't expect you to be alive." ”

Duarte did not speak, and as soon as he saw his enemy, he knew that he might not be able to escape, so he immediately abandoned his horses, the caravan, and fled without looking back—sure enough, the man only captured him, and did not care about the others.

He didn't bother to speak, argue or justify, it was only useful when he was on an equal footing, for this man, he was like an animal, a tool, would you reason with your dog, your sword? The people in the street gathered at first, but as soon as they saw the people around the officer, they dispersed again, and the soldiers called him Kazak, Duarte knew that this was a military judge, and it was obvious that it was impossible to seek justice from them.

Duarte's belongings were all taken out, and the Janissaries officer kept an eye on him, picking up a glass bottle when he noticed that Duarte was paying special attention to it, and deliberately shaking it dangerously in front of Duarte's eyes.

"Tell your master, what is this?" He asked happily, "Otherwise, I will break it up and crush it into the dust, so that you will never find it again." ”

Smallpox.

Duarte said in his heart.

Smallpox patient's skin, Julio. The Medici had warned him that the contagiousness of these things would last for more than twelve months—and that he had collected them a month and a half earlier.