"Damned traitor, I deprive you of the power to feel the world!"

Bertier's voice was indistinct, as was his vision, his world was blurry and dazed, and this sense of confusion was restored after he shot the black ray from his hand.

On a black silk blindfold in his hand, a lot of spell casting materials had just been condensed, and now the brilliance had dissipated, and it had become an ordinary blindfold.

This is Bertier's strongest magic, "sensory deprivation".

Wu Xin didn't recognize the magic, but he was still very happy to see that his plan had succeeded.

The treasures that can instantly stimulate several "discord techniques" are worth the price after all.

When Napoleon saw the condensed light in Bertier's hand, a wry smile flashed across his face, without whom there would be no such magic.

For the sake of Bertier, he left for an unknown number of relationships, begged all kinds of people, and finally asked for three fourth-level magic scrolls for Berthière from the Grand Library of France, and Berthier used the third to learn this magic.

This magic can deprive the recipient of sight, hearing, smell, and taste.

With Bertier's strength, once successful, in twenty to thirty seconds, the recipient's five senses will only have one sense of touch left.

Berthier has been working hard to accumulate, and finally managed to accumulate two black silk eye patches that can be used as casting materials, and he has been reluctant to use them, but he didn't expect to use them for himself.

Napoleon, however, was only in a state of dismay, and he was not afraid.

Wu Xin's plan succeeded, and Bertier gave Napoleon the magic of pressing the bottom of his box, but Wu Xin's plan was far from enough, and Napoleon was not afraid of this kind of magic that was "not strong when it is strong".

He has a low rating of magic in the three series of "Confusion", "Necromancy", and "Illusion".

True power comes from change.

Napoleon did not attack Berthier, and he blessed himself with a transformational magic called "Acceleration". He is not a simple warrior, but a "swift swordsman" with both spellcasting and melee combat abilities.

He knew he could fight against Berthier magic, a test of will.

Taste aside, the eyes, nose and ears are important means for us to observe the world, and if we lose them, life will be extremely terrible. I don't know what I'm living for.

Self-doubt, self-denial.

And Napoleon was by no means a man of self-doubt, self-denial.

He was confident that he had a heavy responsibility to lead the French nation to cut through the darkness and break free from the shackles, to write the glory of France in the clear sky, and to engrave the name of the Bonaparte family on the top of the towering mountain.

Darkness and dazedness, there was no place under his sword.

The darkness in front of you, the silence in your ears, all disappeared in an instant. Napoleon overcame all this, and it was not difficult.

He even completed his magic during this time, and as long as he had the casting materials that had been prepared for a long time, the Swordsman didn't need a single round of chanting and gesturing to cast the "Acceleration Technique".

A thought is born, and magic is instantaneous.

He's now fast enough to reach the limits of what a human being can do.

He quickly drank the "Elemental Shield" potion, gaining the ability to fight against flames before Wu Xin's third "Fireball Technique" exploded.

When the fireball exploded, he took advantage of the air flow to rush in the direction of Delia.

Since the power of this stone gate is so powerful. Then that passage may not be a dead end.

After fighting for so long, Napoleon had already seen that Delia with the golden mask was not a pharaoh's mummy. No matter how nimble the undead are, it's just a human dressed like a pharaoh scaring himself.

The left hand, which he had been carrying on his back, was finally revealed, and on it was a small stone tablet with words on all sides, a total of three different words.

They are ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and ancient Egyptian cursive. Greek.

"Be careful, this is the Rosetta Stone...... "Bertier has no ability to resist the flames, he was seriously injured by Wu Xin's "Fireball Technique", but the effect of the "Discord Technique" is still there, and he gave the name of the treasure in Napoleon's hand. "This thing can..."

Wu Xin listened carefully. The Rosetta Stone in his knowledge is larger than this, and it is a treasure in the history of human civilization.

The coronation of a pharaoh is commemorated in three languages, and although the text itself is timeless and beautiful, the real value lies in the fact that the three languages are listed together, two of which are still in existence, opening the door to the translation of a third lost script, the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.

However, Wu Xin also knew very well that since this thing was regarded as a treasure by Napoleon, it must be more than just the above.

I just don't know what the role of this existence as a strange thing is.

However, this was all that Berthier could say, and Napoleon, who leaped past him, kicked him in the neck.

Although the situation was critical, Napoleon tried his best to save his right and left hand, he knew that his subordinates were against the execution of the king, and he knew that after the magic, Berthier would confess to him in fear, he was not the kind of person who could not distinguish between ideal and reality, it was only the effect of magic.

However, Napoleon wanted to preserve Berthier, and others did not.

Several of Murad Bey's guards attacked the hated mage at the same time, stabbing their heads and faces at Bertier's body with their weapons covered.

Immediately on his head and heart, Berthier had several fatal wounds, and this was his most beloved enemy.

"Go after Napoleon and leave him alone." Although Wu Xin shouted so, the soldiers still liked to cut Bertier, and only one person listened to Wu Xin.

It was Murad Bey, who had to stop, and he rushed to the front alone, pursuing Napoleon with all his might.

Virfo, who was one step behind him, planned to assist Napoleon in his attack when he was pursued by Murad Bey.

He felt a pity in his heart that he couldn't help this French handsome.

Unfortunately, Murad Bey was not even strong enough for Napoleon to look at him squarely.

Without turning his head back with a sword, Napoleon made a cut in his neck, cutting off his strong artery.

He didn't even realize that the powerful Egyptian figures who had fought several battles with tens of thousands of people with large armies against him had died under his own sword.

"Avenge Murad Bey!" Wu Xin roared, "The star moon is great, Hulapala Charal!" ”

Napoleon, who killed Murad Bey, did not know that he had killed an important figure who represented the old era. But Muhammad Ali, who was on the ground, seemed to realize something.

He was not at the crossing, where the main forces had gathered, where the situation had calmed down, and he handed over his troops to a reliable subordinate to shrink the defense of the crossing and not to wave.

He led a few capable men under the guidance of Mesadir and sailed up the Nile. Then went ashore in a relatively gentle spot near the Valley of the Kings.

It is said to be gentle, of course, it is much more urgent than the water crossing, and large troops cannot go ashore here, but a few strong people can still do it.

Of course, there were no roads in this place, and one by one they were tied with ropes, and they followed the path where the goats grazed, and climbed over the hills that made up the Valley of the Kings.

"Is that really okay? Dad told me that the Lord should not leave the main battlefield. "The little chieftain is, of course, a capable man. Although he was inexperienced, his words were not wrong.

Leaving the main forces and the old priest, he was disturbed.

"Little chief, what your father said is very right, the main general really shouldn't leave the main battlefield, but sometimes, a place with a lot of people may not be the main battlefield." Muhammad Ali said as he strained with the little chief. Pulled Mesadir onto a steep platform.

Mesadir also gave the little chief a seductive smile that drew the little orc into a mouthful of water.

The Valley of the Kings is not far from the Nile. They could already see the French blockade line at their feet, and overhead was a very low eagle.

Muhammad Ali was even able to see its beautiful and dangerous long beak, and he said to Mesadir: "Is it him? ”

Mesadir was bowing his head: "Yes, but don't force it. ”

This answer made Muhammad Ali frown, and he rebuked Mesadir: "The great powers are rampant in the world, and if you don't seize this opportunity, you will be able to do it all." How can I build a strong Egypt without interference, and the Xingyue civilization will not be able to get the self-governing cities of Judaism either. Napoleon had to die, and he had to die. ”

"Napoleon is down there, and we spent so much manpower and material resources in Tutankhamun's mausoleum. If that little warlock can't kill him, then I'm out of sight, but it's not easy to kill him. Mesadir is still low on confidence, "It takes luck. ”

"The stars and the moon help me, and the luck is in me." Muhammad Ali waved his hand and pointed to a position that was easy to attack, "Just choose there, let's get ready." ”

Fortune was shifting, and through Wu Xin's continuous efforts, Muhammad Ali finally became the undisputed leader on the Egyptian side.

Meanwhile, the fighting in the tunnels continues.

Villefort followed Murad Bey, waiting for Napoleon's opportunity to attack Muradebey, but Napoleon was much stronger than Muradebey.

Although Wu Xin's magic gave Murad "courage", it also made his martial arts, which were already much worse than Napoleon's, even more unsightly.

Napoleon's sword came out like the wind, easily brought Murad Bey down, and then kicked Murad Bey's body, taking advantage of the momentum, and rushed towards Delia's side again.

With a single leap of his sword, he was able to avoid Villefort's attack.

Villefort watched as Murad Bey fell clutching his neck, but Napoleon's pace was extremely fast, and he completely mastered the rhythm of the two pursuers behind him,

Villefort simply could not find an opportunity to attack Napoleon, and at the same time was quickly distanced again.

Villefort's dagger is powerful, but its attack range is too short.

In the face of the swift swordsman, he really felt that he had nowhere to use his strength.

Wu Xin's attack also missed, and his tongue of fire followed the edge of Napoleon's boots, Napoleon had the strength to smash the stone door, but his agility was higher, and he dodged Wu Xin's attack as if he were tap-dancing.

The agility of the two of them is like a world of difference, and they are also running, Napoleon is still in a clear rhythm, and Wu Xin tried to attack with a tongue of fire a few times during the run, and immediately the rhythm was chaotic, and he ran with the same hands and feet, and was soon pulled away by Napoleon again.

Villefort watched Wu Xin's attack fail, and he was not proud at all, although he still remembered that he was French and did not like to fight Napoleon, but after working hard with Wu Xin for so long, he did not want Wu Xin's plan to fail.

No matter how good a man this Napoleon was, Villefort could not care about the affairs of this plane.

On the main plane, the port of Benghazi is in danger, and Villefort does not want to die in the Black Continent or be captured in the Grand Bazaar of Slaves in Istanbul.

Only by relying on Wu Xin's resources and the harvest of this mission can he have a greater chance of surviving the siege of the Ottoman army.

Seeing that Napoleon was about to rush in front of Delia, Villefort was once again ready.

The priestess was tall and strong, and she occupied half of the cemetery alone, and it was impossible to rush past her without slowing down.

Venefort tensed and waited to give Napoleon a blow.

However, he didn't notice that Wu Xin was further behind him because of the continuous attacks, his pace was disorganized.

Villefort did not notice the situation around him, and Napoleon, who could not see the situation behind him at all, predicted this scene, not by observation by the eyes, but purely by experience and instinct.

He struck again!

The pace of the battle was completely under Napoleon's control, and the blow was completely unexpected by Villefort, who had already made a completely attacking stance, and when Napoleon returned to strike again, Villefort was caught off guard.

He barely resisted with his dagger, but Napoleon's bayonet sword broke through his defenses, knocked down his dagger, pierced his armor, burrowed into his body from under his armpit, passed through his skin, muscles, and finally pierced through his lung lobe, then his heart and another lobe.

Then Napoleon drew his thin sword, turned around without looking, and left behind Villefort, who was racing with blood and fear.

Fortunately, although Delia could not flank Napoleon in time, she was able to cast a magic spell.

Her "healing fatal wounds" arrived in time, and the wounds on Villefort's body were immediately restored, and not only did he not die, but he did not lose his mobility.

But Villefort still lost most of his combat effectiveness, and his heart and lung lobes, although not collapsing, inevitably reduced their power.

More stressful than physical injury is the psychological effect, and Villefort is afraid.

The stone gate, which had already been shattered, was only a hundred paces away from Delia, and after Berthier's death, Napoleon's situation seemed hopeless.

Villefort even had the heart to feel sorry for him.

But the facts dealt him a heavy blow, and Napoleon, with no help from his two subordinates at all, did not lose his ambition slightly, and in the distance of more than 100 steps, he lifted his weight lightly, seized the opportunity to avoid the real and attack the weak, not only to save himself, but also to inflict heavy losses on the enemy.

After Delia saved Villefort, she clenched the scepter in her hand and prepared to attack.

Although Villefort was no longer good, he finally stood up and pursued with Wu Xin, who was accompanied by Joel and several guards.

Wu Xin shouted something at Delia as he ran. (To be continued.) )