In the darkness, the gates of the camp were opened.

Even a group of desert bandits who come and go like the wind need a place to stay in this desert to escape the scorching light of the day and the cold of the night.

Therefore, a remote camp with a hidden water source came into being.

The robbers who stayed behind watched in astonishment as they set out, and they were proud to bring back a cart of gold and silver.

At this time, like a lost dog, he swarmed into the gate with a frightened face.

"What the hell is going on, brother!"

"We are defeated, those terrible Frankish barbarians, who vilely used a terrible spell with blood as a medium, they are the embodiment of the devil!"

"The flame is above, burn away the curse that has been stained on us."

As soon as they rushed into the gates of the camp, they fell on their knees and prayed reverently to the altar of the sacred fire in the center of the camp.

Aboud watched this scene with a gloomy face, and the anger and worry in his heart almost burned him away.

Aboud said with a stern expression: "Let everyone be prepared, Bato, you take people to prepare the sacrifices required for the 'Great Sacrifice', and I will hold the 'Holy Fire' Great Sacrifice." ”

"Yes, sir."

Batow, who had a hideous wound on his cheek with flesh turned out, took the order with a gloomy expression.

It was a despicable wound inflicted on him by a Frankish cavalryman with a helmet resembling a bull's horn on his head.

Aboud said in a deep voice: "I ordered people to be strictly guarded tonight, only half of them are allowed to sleep, and the rest are on standby for me at any time." ”

Someone wondered, "Chief, are we too careful, they can't find our camp, and even if they do, they can't do anything in the middle of the night." ”

"That is, my lord, we have all sworn to the Holy Flame, and whoever dares to reveal the location of the camp will be burned to ashes at once."

"Do you know what I saw?"

There was a rare hint of fear on Abboud's face.

They had never seen such emotion on their leader's face, and they all fell silent for a while.

Abd's hoarse voice sounded, "I saw that woman under the command of the Frankish lord, devouring the soul with the black shield in her hand!" ”

"The oath works only for the living, and for the dead, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Holy Fire."

He looked at the silent subordinates, and a bleak smile appeared on his face: "Go and prepare, if those Franks really find here, they only need to surround this place, we will be trapped here, and no one will hesitate to go deep into the territory of the Franks in order to rescue our group of robbers!" ”

…

In the darkness, a sergeant in armor waited nervously or excitedly for his lord to give the order to attack.

Some silently held the cross and prayed sincerely.

Siege ladders and improvised crashes built by the carpenters of the accompanying army have been arranged.

Someone whispered: "My chain mail is already very broken, this time the lord promised us to dispose of the seizure ourselves, I must change a new set of armor." ”

"Shut up."

Moder slapped his helmet with a straight face: "No one is allowed to speak until the Lord gives the order!" ”

The soldiers fell silent, and they rested quietly in the grass, and the night of their journey had exhausted most of their physical strength and energy.

The reason why Lothar did not attack immediately was because of this consideration.

At this time, Lothar was counting the time.

The hussars, all stripped of their feather ornaments behind their armor, gathered around him with broadswords and one-handed hammers.

This time he took sixty armored sergeants with him, mobilized almost all the pack animals, and even borrowed pack horses and camels from a few villages, and it could almost be said that he was out of the nest.

"It's almost time, order everyone to prepare for battle."

Lothar spoke.

In the darkness, he clenched his half-sword and did not hold a shield in the way.

There was only one Prajna beside him.

Fringilla's magic has been depleted, and this is to cast a spell called "Swarm Night Vision", which lasts for two hours.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Lothar's army to reach the vicinity of the camp without a torch.

The commotion below soon alarmed the defenders of the camp, and by the light of the fire, they saw hideous faces wrapped in iron armor, slaying at them with a sinister smile.

"It's the Franks!"

"The flame is above, these demons are really here!"

Lothar took the lead and rushed to the front.

He is not far from level 4, and if he kills a dozen more people, he should be able to successfully advance.

Although personal attributes are not a priority to improve as a lord, there have been countless kings and leaders who have been assassinated throughout the ages.

And as a crusader nobleman, it is common to personally lead troops to rush and kill, and there will always be times when he can't protect him.

He slashed down a robber with a sword, only to feel that in the darkness, the robbers who ran out of the barracks were simply innumerable, and they reacted too quickly.

Bows and arrows are already difficult to play a role in such chaotic warfare.

Darkness is the best cover for armoured sergeants with the "blessing of the Father".

At this moment, a cluster of flames quickly rose in the darkness, rising dozens of meters high.

The entire camp was illuminated as bright as day.

Abud, the leader of the robbers, reverently knelt before the flames, and threw into them silver, gold, silk, and all kinds of spices.

The flames flew higher and higher, and then, it turned into a giant fire snake and flew towards Lothar, who was standing on the wooden wall of the camp.

Before he could get closer, the blazing heat in his face made him feel a burning pain.

For a moment, he didn't know which way to flee.

Because this fire snake clearly has its own tracking function.

The terrified armoured sergeants watched this scene at a loss, and muttered: "Heavenly Father, this is the evil witchcraft of the infidels!" ”

Bang –

A tall, thin figure stood in front of Lothar.

He looked much thinner than him, but at this moment, in Lothar's heart, he was as majestic as the walls of Theodosius.

The black shield spun rapidly.

The ghost-faced relief unwillingly spit out a large amount of black mist, lingering in front of the shield, expanding the black shield bigger and bigger.

Bang –

The fiery serpent crashed into it.

The ghost-faced relief let out a high-pitched roar.

The black fog shattered in large swaths.

Flying sparks splashed onto the wooden walls of the camp, and a raging fire burst into flames.

Lothar could clearly see a few sparks fall on Prajna's arm, burning out the sleeves of his shirt in an instant, and burning large folds on the smooth skin.

"Damn it!"

…

"Damn it!"

Two angry curses rang out almost at the same time.

Aboud could never have imagined that the killing blow he asked for through the Holy Fire Sacrifice would be blocked by this woman.

The depression in my heart involuntarily emerged.

"With the Holy Fire above, is your power not as great as that of the heretics who have stolen the Holy Land?"

Bang –

The sharp hand and half sword slashed high.

Aboud subconsciously took a step forward, and the blade of the sword only slashed his back before being slashed aside by the armor on it.

"Abbud, I gave you a chance, but you gave up."

The anger on Aboud's face was mixed with fear: "The people of Zoroastrianism will not submit to you butchers from the Franks!" ”

Lothar was not in the mood to fight with him, throughout the ages, the king was defeated and defeated, and that was it.

Bang bang bang –

A heartbeat, like a drumbeat.

Under Lothar's barrel helmet, his breathing became extremely heavy, and the attributes brought by the blood waterfall skyrocketed, causing him to slash out a sword like lightning in the next moment.

Aboud's eyes widened.

Hawkeye allowed him to see the opponent's movements, but his body couldn't react at all, and in an instant, his head was slashed off by a sharp hand and a half-sword.

Lothar didn't even give the head a chance to fall to the ground, grabbed it, held it high, and let out a neutral roar: "Aboud is dead, stop resisting, don't kill!" ”