About a minute had passed since Ibrahim entered the Caliph's private meeting room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

One minute.

It's definitely not long, even if Ibrahim and Trist are good opponents, they have only passed each other for more than a dozen moves.

It's short, but it's not short, it's enough for Ibrahim to think.

His brain has been thinking day and night about how to run a country of 30 million people for more than a decade, and he has honed his unparalleled efficiency.

But the sudden betrayal of his lifelong benefactor and best friend still made him think less efficiently.

So in this minute, he only wanted to understand a very limited number of things, such as how all this happened.

The problem was not that he was domineering, he wondered for a few seconds if he had not fulfilled his duty as a courtier, but he was finally convinced that he had not overstepped.

He was industrious, but not deferential, and he was not even an active reformer.

Everything he does has a precedent to follow.

It is taboo for a minister to support a prince in many monarchies, but in the Ottoman Empire it is not considered to be a cross line.

The root of everything lies in Suleiman's physical condition.

In a general sense, physical condition means to be sick, but Suleiman was not sick.

The contemporary Ottoman caliph was healthy, in fact, he was too healthy, far more than his fathers and grandfathers.

He was so healthy that he was sure that he would never die in twenty years, and he was so healthy that he could not tolerate the life of the son he had when he was twenty years old, unless he was an alcoholic and had no threat to power.

Suleiman and Grand Prince Mustafa, over the next two decades, will share power.

And power is the hardest thing to share.

Suleiman's father had given him power, and Mustafa, although strong, was actually far less powerful than Suleiman.

The key difference is that Suleiman did not have a brother, which made his father afraid to do what Suleiman did today at the risk of the Ottoman family being severed.

"I should have thought of that a long time ago."

Ibrahim once again blocked the Drow Ranger's twin blades, not only blocking, but also countering.

Although he couldn't stop the magic missile storm behind him, he couldn't dodge the magic panther who suddenly appeared, which was the ranger's companion.

But he threw it backhand, and the short sword in his hand still hit the eunuch.

Despite the protection of several layers of magic, the blow hit him in the throat accurately.

This blow still couldn't kill this powerful mage, and several healing spells immediately descended on him.

However, this still gave Ibrahim a brief chance to fight, and he picked up a kick and kicked away the magic black panther that pounced on him again.

Then storm Trist.

"Why didn't he come?" While the Grand Vizier was attacking, he once again questioned his former subordinates, "Does he also feel that his behavior is despicable and shameless, and he does not dare to face me?" ”

The Drow Ranger still wields his weapon in silence, and although he has lost a short sword, the Assassin's arm itself is as sharp as a sword, and he can still continue to attack.

Ibrahim activates a ring on his hand at the same time, and Drow Ranger suddenly feels a little craving for water.

...........

When the Drow Ranger was drained of his physique by the "Thirsty Touch", Wu Xin was also very thirsty.

But he wasn't hurt by magic, he just didn't have water to drink.

For slaves, the supply of water was always insufficient.

His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Tripoli is not a slave, but he just needs to be disguised seriously.

Thanks to the joint efforts of Muhammad Ali and Shylock, three thousand capable "slaves" arrived in Alexandria in time for the day before the sacrifice.

Then he was directly locked up in a warehouse by the dock, with no water or food, and anyway, it had already reached this point, and there was no need to appease anything.

"We will be sacrificed soon, and we will not even be fed."

It was Villefort who was talking coolly, and he had finally turned the corner, and of course with the help of Mohammed Ali.

"Anyway, we will eventually walk into Princess Xingyue's big mouth with a smile, feed us in advance, isn't it just to feed Princess Xingyue."

The sacrifice has reached its climax, and in the water by the dock, there is a dark whirlpool rolling.

Mustafa watched his mother cast the spell very nervously, this matter is really crucial, whether he can maintain the advantage of the Ottoman Empire in the Mediterranean, it depends on whether the sacrifice he prepared can satisfy Princess Xingyue.

He was nervous, but the Sultan of Mystra, who was casting the spell, was very calm, she was extremely confident in her skills, and the number of sacrifices she asked for was actually a large margin, even if it was a little less, she was sure that she could get things done.

Nauakrisima........ Nauakrisma .............."

In a melodious tone, she said sentences with incomprehensible meanings.

As her hands continued to wave intricate gestures, she chanted strange incantations in her mouth.

More and more, obviously not from this plane, aquatic creatures gradually filled the whole of Alexandria, these demons and half-demons, who were the princess's maids and precursors, determined that this main plane had indeed appeared in an environment suitable for the upper demons.

All the inhabitants and slaves had been driven to the shore, and in their screams, the pitch-black water continued to rise.

Dense tentacles stretched out from the water, not several, dozens, not hundreds, but thousands.

The tentacle sacrifices screamed and tried to retreat, but were crushed and unable to move, as the sacrifices behind were held up by the weapons of the Janissrid New Army soldiers.

The tentacles spread over the shore, wrapped up the offerings, and quickly dragged them out into the sea.

A creature larger than ten Galen, and it was impossible to tell whether it was an octopus or a squid, had appeared on the surface of the sea.

"Don't rush, wait for her to get closer, and wait."

"Wait, steady, steady."

Grand Prince Mustafa stared at the demon princess until she was tempted close enough by the sacrifice before exclaiming, "It's now!" ”

Dozens of giant oars that had been moored to the side appeared with the boats, and then pulled out the huge fishing nets, which were hand-woven treasures by Mistra.

The demon princess, who was enjoying the sacrifice, suddenly felt a great uneasiness, and a force that could suppress her came from the fishnet.

She was dragged over, and although she resisted with all her might, part of her body was pulled ashore.

"Nauakrisma!"

Someone else, calling her name, her real name, was not the powerful spellcaster who was asking her to enjoy the sacrifice, but ..............

"Obey me! Nauakrisima! ”

Grand Prince Mustafa made a cut on his wrist, and he dripped his blood into the demon princess's eyes.

"Obey me! Nauakrisima! ”

Mustafa drips blood while fighting the will of the demon princess.

The Demon Princess's perception was more than twice as good as that of the Great Prince, but she couldn't win this battle, and the net that enveloped her tightened tighter and tighter, weakening her will and cutting her off from the Shadow Sea.

"Obey me! Nauakrisima! ”

The eldest prince's face became paler and whiter, and at the same time his emotions became more and more excited, and victory was at hand.

However, at this moment, another huge creature appeared in the water.

"Nauakrisima, I am your master!"

A huge shark crashed into it, tearing a hole in the great net woven by the Great Prince and the Sultan of Mystra. (To be continued.) )