"The wall is collapsing?"

"Who's talking?"

"The black-robed man wrapped tightly?"

The crusaders looked at each other, a tactic they had only heard from the mouths of imaginative bards.

Baron Robert leaned on the hilt of his wooden sword, placed one hand on the counterweight ball at the end of the weight, and said, "Thank you for the reminder, but if the walls fall, Gaza City will still fall into a terrible massacre, and no one will be spared." ”

It seems that he heard Robert's reply.

Salman didn't speak again.

The baron turned to look at the panicked warriors and shouted, "The Holy Land of Jerusalem is behind us, our children, our relatives and friends, and our homeland, and if we are destined to die here, let us die here, for the Father, for the glory of the Kingdom!" ”

His voice was so calm and powerful, as if the difficulties in front of him were nothing more than a small ditch that could be crossed by lifting a foot, that the panicked soldiers gradually quieted down.

Someone silently drew a cross on his chest.

Someone was sobbing quietly.

Little Robert looked at his father and opened his mouth, for the first time he realized that his father, who he thought would only snuggle up in the manor and drink or beat his wife, had such a magnificent image on the battlefield.

"Are you afraid?"

The baron's hand rested on little Robert's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid."

Little Robert's voice was firm, and he leaned against the battlements as he watched Salman and the ones behind him gradually march out of the camp, the Mamluks lined up neatly, their black armor moving in the sunlight.

Without this wall, with a single charge, they would have been trampled into pulp by these Mamluks.

However, he saw that Salman's robe under the city had been supported by the magical glow that swam in the sky, like an inflatable puffer fish.

His face was not good-looking, and he muttered in a low voice: "I don't want to either, but an agreement is an agreement, I made an agreement with that hateful fellow, as long as I tear down your walls, I can go home." ”

"It's not my fault, I just tore down a wall."

He kept reassuring himself.

After doing enough mental construction, he lifted his cane and slammed it to the ground.

Bang –

A cobweb-like crack slowly spread from beneath his feet.

The speed of the spread is getting faster and faster, as if there is an invisible giant earth dragon underground, rapidly digging towards the city wall.

Rumble!

The people's feet began to tremble violently, and the baron and little Robert clung to the battlements, barely holding on to their heels.

Adil, who was watching this scene, took off his helmet and looked at this scene with amazement on his face: "What a great power, except for the gift of the Holy Fire, there is no other possibility, no wonder my brother cares so much about these so-called spellcasters." ”

The cavalry behind him, people hissing and raising.

The scene was like an earthquake and a natural disaster, and these Arab horses, who were known for their courage and gentleness, were agitated, and many Mamluk cavalrymen who were not skilled enough were overturned by their mounts.

The smoke cleared.

The deep fissures have almost extended to Gaza City's dried-up moat – but somehow it hasn't gone any further.

Adile's face was full of surprise: "What's going on?" Does Salman want to go back on it? ”

He waved his hand, trying to fan the dust in front of him, and squinted his eyes to find Salman's figure, only to find that the master Salman in front of him was facing Adil's back, with a golden dagger inserted.

The dagger Qi Gen did not enter.

With the blessing of the quadruple effect, the dagger in Cellynina's hand pierced Salman's shield and hit him in the back of the heart.

It's a pity that at the same time as the dagger hit, many magic props carried by Salman also took effect, and under multiple magic attacks, Cellynina had to retreat, and there was no way to take advantage of Salman's rapid decline in vitality to directly "execute" him.

Salman looked at Cellynina in disbelief, his eyes wide and round: "You"

Cellina had no idea of talking nonsense to him.

She didn't care if the goal was good or evil, and Lothar had given her the task of getting rid of Adil's spellcasters and helping Baron Robert hold Gaza City, so she wouldn't think about anything else.

I saw Cellynina's vigorous figure, as if it had melted into the wind.

A few flickered, only a faint flash of white light was seen, and dozens of wind blades swung towards Salman.

Adil shouted: "Quick, what are you still doing in a daze, go and help Master Salman and kill that infidel devil!" ”

The Mamluks immediately urged their mounts to rush forward.

Only a small number of them are equipped with secondary weapons made of gold to block demons, and Adil is not unaware of the heavy losses that will be incurred by letting his personal guards deal with such a terrifying pagan devil, but Salman must not die!

If Salman were to die, he and his army would have to face the infidel devil alone, and with the help of such a fickle devil, the Franks' defenses would become more and more impregnable.

"That's . Miss Cellinina?! ”

Little Robert's face was full of surprise: "I knew she couldn't leave us, father, what should we do now?" ”

The baron's face showed the joy of the rest of his life, and when he heard little Robert's question, he only ordered loudly: "Come, check the city wall for damage, the witch of the Marquis of Lothar has come to our aid, we are free from the desperate situation of death - this is the will of God!" ”

The soldiers at the head of the city cheered.

Little Robert said with some eagerness: "Father, we should go and help Miss Cellinina, the infidel slave cavalry has rushed up!" ”

The baron looked at the cheering crowd and said, "Don't be stupid, little one, holding Gaza City is all we can do, the greatest help to Miss Cellinina—and she doesn't necessarily need our help." ”

Cellina frowned, this Salman is really difficult to kill.

There are ridiculously many magic props with him, as long as someone gets close, it will take effect spontaneously, which makes it difficult for him to solve him in a short time even if he nails the magic blocking gold into his body, causing him to temporarily lose his ability to cast spells.

As for Salman's heart stabbed by a sword, he was still alive and well, and he didn't look like he was dying, but it didn't surprise Cellynina.

As the adults said, the casters of this world cost their lives more than anyone else, and it was strange that she didn't have a backhand.

Layers of colorful shields shrouded Salman.

Chelinina had already experienced the same shield that Salman had used to fight the crossbow bolts laced with the gold of resistance, and could convert the power of magic into a shockwave upon contact with the material of the gold.

This is probably a special spell casting method developed by the casters in response to the restraint of the magic artifacts by the Demon Blocking Gold.

Like a warrior wearing armor made of gold resistance, the caster may not be able to use the blast of magic to smash him to death, but he can completely hollow out the dirt under his feet, causing him to fall directly into the abyss.

Behind him, the roars of Saracen's soldiers could be heard.

Celinina turned around, and dozens of black-armored cavalry were about to rush in front of her, and she could even clearly see the worried expressions on the faces of these cavalrymen.

As they got closer, the cavalrymen began to draw their bows and arrows.

The next moment, an overwhelming rain of arrows covered almost every corner where Cellinina was able to dodge.

Cellina swept with her sword.

The wind howled, converging in front of her.

She stood in the face of the rain of arrows, looking at the oncoming thousands of troops with a flat expression.

Crackling.

Arrows were bounced off.

Some were even wrenched into the rapid air current, and in an instant they were wrenched into countless sawdust.

"The devil."

The cavalrymen who rushed forward invariably came up with such a word in their hearts.