"This is a great speech comparable to that of Urban II, Lord Marquis, and I look forward to fighting for you under your command."

"It is the duty and obligation of every devout Christian to reclaim the Holy Land, and I am deeply repentant of the chaos that has been trapped in the Holy Land, entangled in court infighting and petty gains."

"Lord Marquis, I am very old, but my son will take my place and command fifteen knights and one hundred armored cavalry in the realm to serve under you."

"I am confident that the unfinished work of many of our Crusader forefathers to 'recover the diocese of Alexandria' will be completed in your hands."

One by one, the princes and nobles stepped forward to talk to Lothar with eager faces.

If Lothar's first acquisition of a few barren territories in the Sinai Peninsula and his generous gift to his vassals were nothing more than appetizers worth fighting over for them.

Egypt is like a gluttonous feast that can satisfy everyone's appetite.

Even if Lothar wanted to eat the fattest of this piece of meat, just a few leftovers would be enough to satisfy the greed in the hearts of each of them.

Of course, Lothar is the only one who will have this appeal.

Since Baldwin IV's father, King Amarric, has repeatedly attacked Egypt without success.

The Ayyubids of Saladin, the masters of Egypt, had unified half of the Zoroastrian world, and the Crusader nobility seemed to have long since ceased to covet the anointed land, which was so close together.

Because they knew that after the most important allies of the kingdom, the Duchy of Antioch and the Edsabeth Kingdom, were successively annexed by Saladin, with the military strength of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, the possibility of advancing had long been lost.

But Lothar is different.

Even if he put aside his divine aura and attribute everything he had to magic, he still gave people great confidence, as if as long as he rushed with the hussars, all the difficulties on the battlefield would be solved.

This kind of trust is based on Lothar's debut, a real unfancy all-win record, and it is also based on the miracles that Lothar has created.

Towering walls and the Tower of Siegfried that resembled the Tower of Babel rose overnight.

In less than half a year, it was like a dome covering the sky, giving birth to a large area of fertile land in the desert.

The white paper is immaculate and the words seem to be printed on a mold.

Plate armor with strong defense and excellent aesthetics.

There are also many soldiers who are only born in the low-level civilians, but in just a few months of training, they have become even more courageous than veterans.

Even if the cruel lord carefully counted Lothar's experience, he had to sigh that there were too many irregularities in this person, and if it weren't for God's blessing, how could ordinary people make such great achievements?

"How can a man who has been blessed by God not do something great?"

"Perhaps, this is just the beginning."

His Majesty sat on the throne with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Lothar laughed and talked to the princes and nobles.

He set off a new crusade.

Next, tens of thousands of troops with their own dry rations and no salary will gather under his banner, and as long as they are provided with the necessary baggage supplies, they will be invincible on the battlefield.

He will also receive generous donations from all walks of life.

The "donation" of the two Knights is just the beginning.

In the court of Damascus, Saladin, who was in the dust, sat on his throne a little tiredly, and the consequences of this defeat were not insignificant for him.

In particular, the theological blow has shaken the unentrenched legitimacy of Zoroastrianism among the Saracens.

He was sure that the remnants of Zoroastrianism who insisted on the "Shipa" would immediately jump out, claiming that it was because he had banned the "Shipa" and forced the Egyptians to convert to the "Sunpaed" sect, so that the Holy Fire would no longer bless his people, and the power of the pagan devil would suppress the glory of the Holy Fire.

"Saladin."

Saladin, who was looking sad, raised his head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him with some surprise.

"Master Shechermayr?"

The black-robed man took off his hood and revealed a bloodshot eye: "Lothar has called a new crusade in Galilee, and he will soon go south to attack Egypt, your vital point. ”

Saladin's expression changed slightly, and to this day, he naturally would no longer underestimate the young crusader prince of Lothar.

He knew very well that it would be difficult for Adil to hold Egypt, and as long as several bridgeheads in the Sinai Peninsula fell, unless Adil was willing to dig the banks of the Nile and flood the enemy, the fall of Egypt seemed to be close at hand.

"Master Shermail, the news you brought is important, but what can I do?"

Saladin's eyes darkened.

Originally, he should have been in high spirits at this time, annexing almost all the main forces of the Crusaders in the East, preparing to march into Jerusalem and take back the Holy Land occupied by the Franks for nearly a hundred years.

But now, he has fallen into the dilemma of internal and external difficulties.

A third of the lords who followed him were killed, a third returned to their territory with only a hello, and the remaining third did not even say hello.

His popularity had already fallen to rock bottom with the defeat of two wars.

"Don't lose faith, I'll help you, King Saladin."

Shermel's tone was very flat, but the words he said were really unexpected.

Saladin was incredulous: "Will you help me?" ”

This is not at all the same person as his impression of Shermel, this abnormality makes him become vigilant, and he is worried that Shermel has something else to ask for.

"Yes, I'm willing to help you."

Shermel said in a deep voice, "I will avenge my brother Illerion. ”

Saladin was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the brother in Shermel's mouth should be the grumpy fire dragon.

"This explanation seems to be unexpected?"

Saladin admits calmly, "Yes, I always thought that given the long life of a wizard, he would not risk his life for anyone. ”

"But even if you are a wizard, there will be people who care."

Shermel's expression was a little dark: "Before making this decision, I hesitated for a whole day, and I also considered whether it was a symbolic run to Lothar's territory to cast a few powerful spells, and killing some ordinary soldiers would be regarded as revenge for Illerion." ”

"But, I can't."

His expression was solemn, and there was not much hatred for Lothar in his eyes, but a sense of relief.

Saladin sighed, "This is not a rational choice. ”

Shermel smiled bitterly: "Yes, but when I think about my long life in the future, I will have to live in regret every day, I feel that it doesn't matter if I fight once." ”

Truth be told, he didn't hate Lothar.

The two armies are at war and facing each other head-on, so there is nothing to hate or hate.

He just felt that by doing so, he might be able to calm and liberate his soul full of pain and remorse, and in the future, he would be able to continue to live his long, alone life calmly.

"Master Shermail, I'm grateful that you're willing to help me, but I need more spellcasters to help me hold Egypt."

Saladin said seriously.

"As soon as possible."

The Fatimid Grand Virgil had already used the strategy of flooding the Crusaders, and he did not intend to use this practice of wounding 8,000 enemies and losing 30,000 himself—because it was not in accordance with the morality of his heart.

"Once Egypt is lost, Lothar will only need a year, or even less than a year, to digest this newly created land, and we will not be able to defeat him again."

As the ruler of Egypt, Saladin, although he lived in Damascus for a long time, was still very clear that there were a large number of Christians in Egypt, and those "Copts" would definitely support the "Son" of Christianity.