Baron Fulk wanted to find out more about Shermel, but unfortunately, for several days, he could not get any hidden information worth mentioning.

It was simply not within the reach of an ordinary Mamluk cavalryman, even if his master was a henchman of Tajidin, a mid-ranking officer in the Kasaji Guard, who knew very little about Shermail.

However, Fulk did not work in vain, he at least knew that there was another powerful spellcaster under Saladin's hands, but compared to Master Shermel, this mysterious spellcaster lived in seclusion all day long, and even his name was never circulated.

Rather, it was two of his apprentices who had been serving Saladin beside him as his court advisors.

…

The Crusaders marched north along the Jordan River and in just five days approached Lake Tiberias.

There were only two days left before Saladin's army, and the sky began to see falcons flapping their wings from time to time, which made the atmosphere of the whole army tense.

Some people say that war is a long march, waiting, a short battle, and if you can survive by chance, it is a new long march and waiting.

Renault agrees.

Having broken away from the Black Eagle Banner and having to move into the Heavy Archer Company because the hussar company he had longed for was full, he was now wearing light soft armor and leading a group of scouts to find his way in front of the marching procession.

The days of the march were dull and tedious, and the first thing to do when I returned to the camp every evening was to take off my boots and pour out the sand inside to avoid wearing out my toes.

He often recalls the old peasant soldier who transferred all the accumulated merits to himself before he died.

The old peasant soldier is a very capable person, even if he has now received divine grace and his combat skills are not what they used to be, he is still not completely sure that he can win the old peasant soldier in foot combat.

His former comrades didn't think much of him.

It is not his own ability to think that his cavalry status was picked up by dog shit, in fact, he himself thinks so.

A loud eagle chirp suddenly resounded through the sky.

Renault subconsciously raised his head.

Someone asked, "Is it our falcon?" ”

"Alert!"

Renault said in a loud voice, "Since yesterday, we haven't sent out any falcons. ”

Although there were falconers in the scout camp in Transjordan, the number of falconers under Bizardin's command was much smaller.

Ever since the Saracen falcons had been spotted, the Knights of Ulm, the head of the scout camp, forbade their own falcons to go out at will, and instead used them as a larger scout team.

In the sky, more and more falcons hovered high in the sky, and they chirped loudly and called for companionship.

Half-man-tall eagles joined the circle.

Someone muttered nervously, "It looks like these flat-haired beasts are going to take our meat." ”

The falcons of the Saracens, with razor-like claws and beaks.

Even heavily armed knights can be pecked out of their mounts and thrown to death by their horses, not to mention their lightly armed scouts.

In order to maintain mobility and reduce the burden on their mounts, they wore at most one piece of leather armor.

"Blow the trumpet!"

"Get the nearby scout team to move closer to us."

Renault calmly ordered.

The falcons in the sky gathered more and more, and there were more than ten of them.

Two of them finally couldn't hold back their ferocity and swooped down on the scouts.

Renault clenched the riding bow in his hand, bent the bow and arrows, and completed it in one go.

Whoosh –

One of the falcons was still in mid-air when an arrow pierced its chest and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The other falcon clawed on one of the scout's shoulders and flew away, and the scout screamed so hard that he could even see the shoulder of Samber's skeleton and fall off his horse.

Undisturbed by the screams of his own people, Renault drew his bow and arrows again.

Whoosh –

The arrow slid under the falcon and fell to the ground in a parabola.

"It's a pity."

As a soldier who has also been transferred to the system, his archery skills are not much worse than those of woodland archers, but the riding bow in his hand must not be as powerful as the longbow used by woodland archers, otherwise this arrow would have hit.

At this moment, a low, dragon-like horn sounded.

The nearby scout squads began to gather, and each of them had a few leaders like Renault who were excellent at archery, and the gathering was also a deterrent to the falcons.

It seems that he also realizes that this group of enemies is not easy to mess with, and they are grouping together.

The falcons, which were still hovering in mid-air and eager to attack, circled for a while and then gradually flew away into the distance.

Renault put down his bow with some disappointment, looked at the wounded, and took out a bottle of Lazarus potion from his saddle bag: "Rub it on him, don't apply too much, this is a potion for three people." ”

"Another scout attack?"

Lothar frowned, as soon as he faced the Saracens, he had to fight under the premise of losing "air supremacy", for him, he was already a little used to it.

"It's good that there is no attrition, and from today onwards, the size of the scout team will be expanded, and each team will be composed of two heavily armed archers."

Lothar's tone paused slightly, and he asked, "Do you know the details of Saladin's spellcasters?" ”

Curs, who reported below, shook his head and said: "The 'Dark Shadow' in charge of Julia has not yet delivered new information, and it is only known that Saladin has a spellcaster who is good at taming beasts, and a spellcaster whose strength is unknown and rarely shows up, but has the same status as a beast tamer. ”

"No news yet."

Lothar sighed lightly, the "Dark Shadow" organization has been established for a short time, and most of the members are ordinary people, no matter how advanced the organizational form is, it is impossible to break through the shackles of personnel, funds, and time.

"But it doesn't matter, we don't know the strength of Saladin's men, and they certainly don't know us either."

So far, Lothar has really shown its strength in the battle between Limassol and Isaac of Cyprus – but since then, they have grown significantly compared to before.

"How's it been these two days?"

Kurs smiled a little wryly: "It's not good, after getting Veneto's blood sample, she locked herself in the tent to study the improvement of the wolf poison potion." ”

Lothar frowned, "Should I keep her and Cellynina in Jerusalem?" ”

Cellina was left in Jerusalem by Lothar because she was responsible for dealing with the spellcasters who were likely to exist around Adile, and was forced to be separated from her best friend.

Coors shook his head: "She's just worried about Miss Cellynina's safety. ”

Frigila has a variety of buff spells that are very useful on the battlefield, and are best used on the main battlefield.

Lothar was silent for a while, and sighed softly, "There's no way around it. ”

The assassin is a profession that walks on the tip of the sword, and he is still facing a spellcaster who is known for his varied abilities and tricks, and even if Celinina's strength is strong, a single negligence can cost her life.

But Lothar had no other choice.

"Curs, you persuaded Veneto to come to me, right?"

Coors nodded, "Your Excellency, you are really discerning. ”

"Come on, this matter is thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't know how to find an excuse to improve his strength."

Lothar said with a smile.

The big war is imminent, how can Veneto be a top five-star combat power, and his individual combat power is even better than Hans.

Just as he was thinking of Hans, Hans happened to push the door and enter.

"My lord, the scout has spotted a rebellious mob ahead, and they have breached the castle of the local lord, and the owner of the castle happens to be in the ranks - he has already taken his men to deal with the mob."

Lothar was a little surprised: "They would actually rebel at this time?" ”

"Probably they couldn't help it, and they certainly didn't know they happened to be on our march."

"It's terrible."

Hans couldn't help but say, "My lord, I have inquired privately, that lord is an extremely cruel and tyrannical man, and he sometimes drives a group of serfs to the hunting ground with knights and servants on a whim; Sometimes they stand at the top of the castle and watch the passing merchants, like vultures picking up their prey—so caravans and pilgrims often go missing as they pass by. ”

Lothar frowned: "If he does this, the territory should soon become a no-man's land, right?" ”

"From time to time, he would recruit pilgrims who didn't know the details to settle in the territory, and it was the only way for the Jordan River to pass."

Cruel, tyrannical, and even anti-human lords are not uncommon in Europe, and many of them are stupid enough to have no idea of fishing at all, or simply to pursue the thrill of the reckless.

Fools are everywhere.

Among the nobles who are uneducated and only emphasize bravery, this kind of role is most likely to appear.

"Hans, don't meddle."

Lothar admonished.

Strictly speaking, it was a good thing for him that this happened.

Because the pagan caravans on this trade route often had problems, over time, they would most likely choose to take the route of Ira Port or Calleburg, and he would receive more business taxes.

He lowered his voice and said, "I swear this scum will pay the price, but it will never be you who will execute him." ”

The circuit court that Lothar formed in his own territory was equivalent to taking back the judicial power of his vassals at all levels, and the low-level commoners also had the opportunity to sue their lords - but only if they were in his domain.

This man was a vassal of Duke Raymond and was supposed to be at his disposal.

"Don't worry, Hans, your lord and Raymond are on their honeymoon, so it's a safe thing to say a few words to him, strip that guy of his title, and send him to court for execution." ”

Lothar sighed lightly.

Such a brutal crusader nobleman is not a minority in the Holy Land, or even in Europe, if it were not for this person who caused a popular rebellion and only slaughtered serfs and infidels, under normal circumstances, he would really not be able to interfere.

(End of chapter)