In the darkness of the night, the port of um lim was split in two, the eastern half remained calm, and the western half, where the headquarters of the Guardian Corps was located, had been reduced to a pot of porridge, with burning flames and billowing smoke everywhere.

Royce closed the window and looked back, "Unbelievable, Duck, no, Hassan actually did it. Where did those horrible burrowing machines come from?"

George said: "It's very simple, Doland's sea cave excavator technology, Tenotiran's magic energy conversion and smelting technology, and a little bit of Murtyez's well drilling technology, well, that's it." ”

"Uh, I mean, where do his resources come from?"

"It's easier. The Mensaros live deep underground, and beneath the desert lies a vast treasure trove of raw materials, plus the refining of the Pillars of Hydra and the abundance of magical energy from the Slime Reactor...... He just wants to build a battle golem army now, and it's no problem. ”

"Then why not?"

Because Duck wasn't stupid, he didn't want to take revenge on civilians. Umlim Harbor has been peaceful for too long, and the population is so fragile that a retaliatory massacre would provoke strong opposition and perhaps resentment throughout the Arab world. Limit the attack to the Holy Cathars, and all the earthlings will think that it is Chahari and Murdez who are causing the trouble. ”

"This guy has grown up again. Ibrahim knows his true identity, would you like to say hello to him?"

"Don't worry, Ibrahim is smart, and he won't go around talking about unnecessary trouble. Besides, it wouldn't do him any good to let Murtez and Chahari continue to mess around like this. Ha, the port was actually breached by the Mensalos, and as long as Hassan didn't make a big mistake, these two guys would be here to the end. ”

At this time, Murtaiz was rushing back to the port of Umlim.

The port of Umlim was about a day's distance from the camp of the Thunder Demon Hill, and Murtaiz was in a hurry, desperately fighting his horses, hoping to make them fly.

Shortly after departure, the team crashed headlong into an ambush circle.

The ambush was very simple, there was no one, just a dense and large ball covered with spikes. Damn the Mensaro, at some point, they put a whole bunch of sludge slimes here.

Murtyes knew how powerful this thing was, and he didn't dare to break in, so he ordered his men to slow down and pass slowly. As a result, there was a bang halfway through, the formation was chaotic, and the horse's hooves stepped on the slime next to it, and the sound became even denser.

The armor on the elite soldiers is good, and the metal thorns of the sludge slime are not steel crossbows and iron arrows after all, and the lethality is limited, and after a round of chaos, there are twenty or thirty dead and wounded, which is insignificant, but the war horses were killed and injured a lot, and the morale was further depressed.

Seeing the enemy's embarrassed appearance from the surveillance circle, Sahil asked, "I obviously didn't step on it just now, why did it explode?"

Duck laughed, "The foreman has been looking for these slimes, and they have been drying them for six days, and they are all very thirsty; Sweat dripped, slimes squirmed to grab, spikes touched each other, bang!"

After some hurried rush, Murtaiz finally rushed back to the port of Umlim in the afternoon of the next day.

The Guardian camp was gone, replaced by a mass of ruins, and the Mensaros did not leave a single intact building, and everything above a meter above the ground emitted thick black smoke.

In the middle of the barracks, two large flags were hoisted, one was the Menzaro Black Moon Banner, and the other was ......

"Holy Lord," one soldier shouted, "that's Lord Chahari!"

Chahari held his hands high, his whole body was stripped clean, and he hung high on the pole like a flag, and the quality of the Mensaro people's work was good, and the weight of more than 200 catties was hung on the high pole, and the pole was not broken.

Murdez was furious and ordered his men to put them down and put on a garment.

"Brother, you are suffering! Don't worry, I'll take those Mensalos ...... How?"

Chahari shook his hand at Murdez and said wearily, "Brother, we're losing." Unexpectedly, that Hassan came to this hand. Only against us, the common people didn't move a finger. ”

Murthez was stunned: "How is it possible, kill so many of them, don't they know revenge?"

"Do you see the Black Lion Flag at the central intersection of West Harbor Street?"

"See, what's that?"

"That's Hassan's banner, on behalf of himself, last night there was a whole night's chaos, but no Menzaro people crossed that banner to harass the people, this is the great thing about Hassan, with him, the Menzaro people have the backbone, and a plate of loose sand turned into hard stone. Brother, take a step back, now, I'm afraid I can't win with a sword alone. ”

"We can't give up, we've already cornered them! We're just one step away! We have a way to deal with this kind of offensive means!"

Chahari shook his head: "But most people don't believe it, tonight's blow is so beautiful, they will think that we messed up everything!" Chahari looked up at Murdez's angry one-eyed and said, "Think about it, I was hung all night and a whole morning, and no one put me down - you see, I have completely lost the hearts and minds of the people, and without the support of the entire port, the Holy Cathar Army can't kill the Menzaros on its own." ”

Chahari took a deep breath and spit it out: "Brother, I'm sorry, I thought that I could quickly deal with the Mensaro people, but I didn't expect a Hassan ...... to pop up"

Murdez patted him on the shoulder: "Big brother, it's okay, let's come again!"

"Someone from the capital Paghdad has already arrived, urging me to hand over my post and go back to report on my work. I have dragged it out again and again, and it has dragged it to this day, which is already the limit, and I have to go. Besides, what can a bare-ass guy do with a high pole but be a laughing stock?

"Big brother, you ......"

"Brother, there are two paths, either take a step back and slow down, or force a step and tighten up!"

"How?"

"Slow down, let the Menzaro people live. Hassan is an earthly man, an outsider, and the Mensaros are monolithic at the moment of the great enemy, and if we withdraw, his great leader will not be able to sit securely; the Mensaros are bent on earthly life, so they might as well let them come up! Let those who have illusions and are still close to us come up!" Chahari sneered, "I don't believe that the people of Umlim Harbor would like to live in the same room with rats, and at that time, look at how this Hassan will be able to level a bowl of water! Also, isn't he the nephew of Usalim Berka of the Holy Mosque in Kanhala?" Write to him that his nephew has colluded with the Menzaro rebels to kill the Imperial soldiers!

"Wonderful, but it's too slow. Tight, tight, what's the tightening method?"

"Kill. ”

"Kill, kill whom?"

"All those who are disobedient, gather the strength of the whole Hong Kong together, give full play to your advantages, and wipe out with the power of thunder!"

"Sounds good. ”

"You'll get a bloodthirsty army, a prodigious port that belongs to you, but ......"

"But what?"

"You will lose everyone's support, and everyone will curse you, spit on you, and want to make your skin into a bedding and your head into a toilet!"

Murtaiz laughed, his laughter full of disdain and confidence.

Chahari sighed: "It seems that you have made a choice, brother, once you choose this path, you will never turn back! You must continue to win, win, and win, and once you lose, you don't even have to lose, you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Big brother, don't worry, I'm here!"

That afternoon, Chahari and a dozen of his guards set out on their way back to the capital, Paghda.

In the wide carriage, the obese Chahari spread out comfortably and let out a long sigh.

The order to return to the capital for idleness has long been issued, and he does not dare to stay for a long time, and it is not a joke to put on a hat of disobedience.

He had lost all his honor, fame, status, and an ear, and had earned the title of a butcher, but he had not been able to achieve his goal of purging the Menzaros in his last stand, and the chances of his recovery were slim to none.

From now on, I'll be a waste, Brother Murdez, long pain is better than short pain, I hope you can start with a little more and bleed less.

Then, my decadent and beautiful life is about to begin...... No, it's going to start now.

A young girl was curled up in the corner of the carriage, her face covered by a veil, revealing only a pair of eyes, and the beautiful big eyes were full of nervousness.

The girl's hands and feet were slender and slender, and her body was hot, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Sheriff, this guy, has figured out my mind really accurately, yes, it's my favorite style.

He smiled and beckoned to the girl: "Come, sit on my lap." ”

The girl sat down with a shrunken face, and Chahari didn't delay for a second, stroking the girl's smooth and delicate little hand: "This skin is really good, little sister, what's your name?"

The girl's voice was low: "Nibali." ”

The pronunciation of the name made Chahari flutter for a moment, as if he had heard it somewhere, and he slipped his fingers and felt something cool and slippery between the girl's fingers.

The girl said angrily: "I hate it, where are you touching?"

The sweet voice made Chahari's heart flutter, and he couldn't help but smile and ask, "Where did you say I touched it?"

"It's Assasin's improved Hidden Blade, it's thin. If you stick it in the heart and pull it out quickly, you won't have a drop of blood. ”

The girl suddenly took the initiative, twisted her arms, and pressed Chahari's head against her chest.

Chahari was caught off guard, his mouth and nose were crushed to death, unable to make a sound, unable to breathe.

The girl's cold voice was as cold as ice: "Executioner, whose hands are stained with the blood of the Mensaro, die!"

Immediately afterward, Chahari felt a slight chill in his chest.

The world is dark.

In September 1644, Chahari, the former leader of the Holy Protector Army in the port of um lim of the Alabid Empire, was assassinated by Assasin Assassins on his way back to the capital city of Paghdad to report on his duties.