In the Saracen camp at night, the campfires and torches resemble stars in the earth.

In a military camp, unarmoured Mamluks, dressed in wide robes, sat around a campfire and ate dinner.

A Jewish-turned-Janissary boasted about his time of killing a two-headed basilisk: "I used a round shield to block the basilisk's petrified rays, pretending I couldn't move, and when it came near, I would kill it with one blow!" ”

"The flame is above, you can't imagine how terrible the blood of the basilisk is, my sword has just been stabbed into it, and after a while all that is left is the lattice and hilt, and if I let go any later, the deadly poisonous water will corrode my hand too."

A story full of holes.

The Mamluks sitting around listened very carefully and kept asking questions about the follow-up.

The Jew smiled self-containedly, took a sip of the broth, and then said unhurriedly: "I took the head of the snake and intended to give it to the local chieftain in exchange for a bounty, but you know, no one would believe that a Jew could be a valiant warrior, even though I was a baby except when I was still a baby

"And then?"

Someone asked.

Fulke was silent, but there was some joy in his heart, these days, he could clearly feel that the rationing system had begun to be implemented, and the staple food was barely enough, but the meat that their cavalry should ration every day was reduced one after another.

"Fulk."

Everyone knows that this guy is boasting that the two-headed basilisk is a forbidden creature in the desert, more terrifying than the manticore, and it is said that it is no less large than the tyrannosaurus in captivity in the enclosure.

Lothar let out a sigh of relief, "Let's hope everything goes well." ”

"For His Excellency Abdullah."

"Then call me Ivan, that's my old name."

"Eat quickly, we're going to feed those big animals after eating."

Coors whispered, "I'm sorry, my lord, although I would like to comfort you that you are very sure, but"

"Mr. Furk."

Nothing penetrates better than them.

He spoke very quickly, "If this battle can be won, my master may make me a fief of a rich city—I have this qualification, and then you will be my right-hand man, with endless spices, wealth, and women."

It was a hard night.

Lothar frowned: "Kurs, you are also a master assassin, help me estimate how sure she is that if it is Cellynina, she will assassinate an enemy spellcaster and retreat?" ”

"Just call me Abdullah like everyone else."

Escaping the camp can be difficult, day or night.

"It's really good."

Although the Mamluks were slaves, they were the most important military force for every Saracen lord, and no stingy and stupid person would be stingy with this amount of money.

In his heart, there was a strong sense of self-reproach and trepidation, because just now, the beautiful vision described by Ivan really moved him.

Lothar, who had not slept all night and was still in good spirits, looked at Coors who had drifted into the house, and asked without raising her head: "Is the matter done?" ”

Fulke watched this scene with a smile on his face, and his hands kept moving, tearing the dry wheat cake into small pieces, soaking it in the mutton soup, and the wheat cake was full of soup and became soft and delicious.

Even if you don't use the deadly petrification ray, the deadly toxin that can turn a clear spring into poisonous water without using that drop of saliva, it still has the majestic power to easily strangle an elephant.

Fulke tentatively asked, "Ivan, what do you think of today's duel?" ”

If the battle had been won, his barren territory of Longiadoc would not seem to matter at all, and here he could be a lord of a land, dressed in the fine silks that he had only seen once, and eat spiced meat at every meal.

"If we continue like this, we won't be able to defeat the Franks, and we will have to be vegetarians every day."

The master of Fulk came to him and sat down: "I have prepared for you at great expense, and the Mamluks of the old Zarath in the camp next door can only drink some gruel tonight." ”

"You still don't want to call me 'master'?"

The light of the fire reflected on Furk's face, and he was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, "Your name is too long for me to remember." ”

What's more, because the caster is involved in the war, now is the time when these soldiers are particularly interested in legends, which used to be just legends, but now, legends are closely related to every soldier.

The Saracen camp was as large as the Crusaders, with a large number of merchants who were responsible for selling goods, helping with logistics, and buying booty.

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Abdullah means "slave of the sun god 'Ra'", and is a common name among Zoroastrian believers.

With the Father above, is this the temptation of the devil?

Early in the morning at the Saracen camp, riots quickly spread.

These people are much more reliable than Furk, an acquaintance who doesn't know if he has been "rebelled".

Unexpectedly, in the enemy's camp, he met an acquaintance - Fulk had been recuperating from his wounds in the castle of Hebron for a while.

Just with Saladin's prestige and the double blessing of religious fanaticism, this little thing was not enough to shake the morale of the Saracens.

The man chuckled: "If you don't want to call it, forget it, then you should always call me by my name, you can't always call 'you' and 'your', it's too unseemly." ”

Long before the Saracen army set out, the "Shadows of Darkness" had already been planted in the hands of the people, and as long as they followed the blood imprint left on their bodies, they could find them with precision.

Imagine a good day like this!

So, stop saying such stupid things again! ”

Curos shook his head: "I can't estimate the exact number, but there are always thirty percent, but this is based on the fact that Miss Cellinina needs to be assassinated, and she needs to worry about facing two powerful spellcasters to attack, if the enemy's caster in Egypt is only one, or the strength is not as strong as the caster in Saladin's camp, the certainty will increase a lot." ”

Ivan sighed lightly.

"Do you really believe it?"

A mutilated and mutilated corpse was found in a hidden corner.

Fulk was silent.

He didn't see that in the shadow behind him, a blood-colored line flashed and disappeared.

These large animals consumed as much food as a Persian war elephant every day, and they ate all meat.

Ivan didn't dwell on these anymore, and his tone calmed down: "Yes, that's right, today can make me choke enough, I hope tomorrow my king will not let us stand in the scorching sun for a day, just to watch those few minutes of duel." ”

Fulke relentlessly asked, "You don't believe it either, do you?" ”

Fulke quipped, "But if I call Abdullah, at least half of the ten people in the entire camp will stand up and respond." ”

However, the Saracen army, which had been attacked by night, paid more attention to the defense of the camp than before.

"Shut up."

Fulk was silent.

Fulke had to admit that it was wonderful to be in the barracks to have a steaming bowl of mutton soup after a hard day's work.

Ivan was silent for a moment, but then replied: "It's not a normal person sent from the other side, if it's a normal person, who can dance that heavy iron spear into a windmill?" Who knows if there is a devil hidden under that layer of human skin. ”

Ivan and Fulk walked around the camp with heavy carts.

Behind him were a large group of servants, pushing cartloads of cattle and sheep, all freshly slaughtered—this was the reason why the Saracens in the camp had been getting worse and worse during this time.

It was almost early in the morning that he drifted out of the Saracen camp.

The Jews laughed: "Of course, I slaughtered the man who wanted to lose my bounty, and because of this, I was reduced to slavery and sold to Lord Abdullah - thanks to the Holy Fire, which is a blessing in misfortune." ”

"Didn't do anything superfluous, did you?"

It's just that he didn't recognize Fulke.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

I will reward you with a castle around which you can set up roadblocks to collect taxes or build your own estate.

Ivan complained impatiently: "This kind of thing is not something that can be said casually, I don't care what kind of monster it is, as long as it can help us win this battle, it is a monster and a good monster." ”

Ivan raised an eyebrow, "We won, brother, that's all—I know you don't think it's glamorous, but as our king said, Lord Veneto has been blessed by the Holy Fire, not some monster." ”

Ivan urged as he picked up the broth and gulped it down.

Coors melted into the shadows in the darkness and watched in silence.

"The food is good."

Without hesitation, Fulke spoke, "Mr. Ivan." ”

But a free storyteller is a pleasant addition to the boring life of the barracks.

He shuddered and drew a cross on his chest: "Ivan, don't talk about this, let's finish feeding these animals earlier, and we should go back to rest early." ”

As to whether the Mamluks of Old Zaras could only drink gruel, he thought it was impossible.

He had no intention of betraying his faith, and if he could have escaped, he would have run long ago.

"It's done."

Curs said respectfully: "Just take a look at the camp of the enemy spellcaster from a distance and leave, they are very heavily guarded, and if you get a little closer, there will be a trigger-type detection circle, and it is very difficult to assassinate them." ”

The fighters were clamoring one after another, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

Fulke looked at the man's dashing face illuminated by the firelight, and a trace of warmth rose in his heart, and he must admit that it was his luck to meet such a good master as Ivan—if only we were all Christians.

Lothar interrupted him: "How sure are you?" ”

His body was covered with horrible tooth marks, his chest and abdomen had been cut open entirely, and the most alluring entrails for a beast were gone, and several pitch-black triangular scales were scattered nearby.

Fueled by those who had a heart, almost in a matter of hours, the news that Saladin's spellcaster had raised a monster was a man-eating beast swept through the camp like a hurricane.

Wait until the various camps have counted the missing people.

People were horrified to find that hundreds of people had disappeared without a trace last night alone, and their bodies, which had also lost their organs, were soon found in hidden corners.