Fort Feremai.

The servant carried an oil lamp and walked in the narrow and dark corridor, as if leading to a bottomless abyss.

A gust of wind blew, and the lights flickered, which made his heart chill.

He trembled and looked down, and soon, by the light of the light, he could see a glimmer of rust and metallic sheen in the darkness—an iron door.

Before he could get closer, the servant smelled a strong smell of rust, and the iron door, clearly without any rust, his hand holding the oil lamp trembled, and subconsciously recalled the disaster that had happened in Arish.

The wails of countless people before they died seemed to echo in his ears.

He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but the heavy iron door, with a slight touch, creaked—with a tooth-aching sound—and opened back.

In the darkness, as if even the lights would be swallowed up, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Your master has something to look for me?" ”

It was a male voice that spoke in a low tone and at a slow pace.

The servant hurriedly lowered his head, suppressed the panic in his heart, and said: "The Frankish crusaders are about to come to the city, my lord asks you to take action to block the enemy army, and my master will cover up the traces afterwards." ”

"Not enough."

A cold wind blew.

The man in the black cloak finally showed his figure in the eyes of the servant: "The strength I have accumulated is not enough, unless, tonight, you and your master will hold another bloody sacrifice, and at that time, I will also turn them all into corpses to resist the attack of the enemy." ”

The servant subconsciously raised his head, and then saw the other party's face as pale as a dead man with two hideous fangs under the light of the oil lamp.

"I... I will convey your meaning to the master of my house. ”

The man leaned his face over the servant and took a deep breath.

There was a dangerous light in his dark eyes, as if he was forcibly suppressing his desire to eat.

"Then you're going to do it as soon as possible."

Vaguely, the servant heard the sound of the man swallowing saliva, and he hurriedly said, "I'll go and ask my master." ”

Then he turned around and left as if fleeing for his life.

Pedal Pedal –

Listening to the servant's flustered footsteps, the man sat back down in a chair in the darkness.

Bang –

A dark green flame lit up, illuminating the cramped basement.

Under the man's buttocks, there sat a bloodshot white bone chair, which seemed to have not even been removed from the flesh between the cracks, and the seat floated in mid-air, a giant vertebrae of unknown creatures, connected to the base of the white bone chair, all the way down, leading to a bottomless blood-colored abyss.

The blood, flowing down the white bones like life, bit by bit, was injected into the body of the man sitting on the white bone seat.

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a sweet and wonderful taste."

"Unfortunately, the fresher the blood, the better."

…

It was getting dark.

Adelam stood on the wall of the inner fort, looking at the tents erected relying on the outer city, the already small castle seemed to be more and more overcrowded.

His brow furrowed, and he didn't say a word.

The events of these days have made his dissatisfaction with Yasar so suppressed that it is a mechanism, and tribe after tribe has been exterminated - not at the hands of the infidels, but at the hands of Yasar! This is in the hands of an old friend who he is getting more and more unable to see.

Yasar was known for his boldness and hospitality, and even the most unruly and uncivilized of the Tur tribe was willing to sit down and listen to him mediate when faced with a dispute.

But now, he's like a different person.

"Sheikh, only the chief of the Mor Department has returned."

With the sound of hurried footsteps.

A young man in a yellow cloak walked quickly up to Adlam: "Sheikh, this is a good opportunity to annex Morbe. ”

Adelam looked at the juniors of this clan, and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart: "It's all this time, and you still want to annex the Mor Ministry?" ”

"Shech, isn't that what you've always wanted?"

Adram was silent for a moment, then spoke: "At this time, if the Tur Ministry is willing to merge into us, what will you do to feed those old and young women and children? Also, Mor suffered a lot of losses for the sake of Lord Yasar's mission, and he will sit back and watch this happen? ”

"Of course!"

The young man lowered his voice as he pointed to the tent below: "Schech, don't you notice anything wrong?" Our men, as well as the men of Lord Yasar, were placed in the inner fort, and the men of the Tours department, after receiving a batch of food, were driven out of the city and set up tents to live in? ”

"This shows that Yasar doesn't care about the old, weak, sick and disabled of Tours."

There was a mockery in Adlam's voice: "You're right, Yasar doesn't care about us annexing Morbe, but you really think there's any difference between us and them?" ”

"Of course!"

The man had a reasonable expression on his face: "You and Lord Yasar have been friends for many years. ”

Adram sneered: "Don't forget, that old guy from the Tours Department doesn't have a bad relationship with Yasar, but I heard that their entire clan was slaughtered. ”

The young man said disapprovingly: "Shech of Tur is an old-tempered, irascible old antique, Shech, no one will really have a good relationship with that kind of person, in the past, Lord Yasar was just to let them not cause trouble, and he had to do it. ”

"Besides, we live in the inner city, and they live outside, which is how Lord Yasar looks up to us."

Adelam smiled a little bitterly: "Yes, he looks up to us. ”

All the tribes that still had enough combat power were arranged in the inner city, and some small tribes were arranged in the outer city, and all the old and young women and children were left to fend for themselves.

What kind of high-mindedness is this?

It's just that it still has use value.

But now, he's on the thief ship, and there's no other choice.

At this moment, a dark shadow flashed from the city wall.

Adelam subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist and shouted, "Stop, who is it?" ”

"It's me, old friend."

Lord Yasar, dressed in brown robes and carrying a scimitar, led more than a dozen guards to stride over: "Old friend, go back and rest, if nothing happens, the crusaders will arrive tomorrow, and at that time, it will be difficult for us to rest again." ”

Adram nodded, and was about to turn to leave, when he suddenly stopped again and said, "Yasar, why don't you evacuate those old and weak in advance and let them fend for themselves?" ”

Yasar sighed, "If I could, how could I force them to stay here?" You should know that they will not do much to defend the city, but will consume food and water, but the governor of Damietta has said that not a single refugee will be allowed to enter his territory, this is the only request for his army to come to the rescue, where can I evacuate them? What's the difference between rushing to that desert and sending them to death? ”

Adelam lowered his voice and said with some anger: "Leaving them is no different from sending them to death!" ”

Yasar was silent for a moment, his voice full of compassion: "Of course there is a difference! They were left behind so that they could fight the infidels until the last moment, that they would die in the great crusade, that each of them might be redeemed and ascend to heaven. ”

Adelam was stunned, and he looked at Yasar with some blankness.

Yasar reached out and put his arm around Adlam's shoulder: "Brother, I know how much you have misunderstood me during this time, but that's because you have never been in my place to think about things, and I have never been a butcher. Trust me, brother! Everything is for the Holy Flame, for the Great Holy War. ”

Adelam was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe what you said is true, but I can't see you clearly, Yasar. ”

Seeing Adlam's departing back, Yasar sneered and commanded in a low voice: "Remember, keep your eyes in check, and what happens in the outer city tonight must not be transmitted to the outside." ”

One by one, the expressionless Saracen soldiers replied, "Yes, master." ”

He held on to the city wall, listening to the faint sound of sharp teeth tearing flesh and blood in the distance, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face: "This damn vampire, his appetite is getting bigger and bigger, sure enough, what the ancestor said is right, if you want to drive this kind of monster, the price is no different from making a deal with the devil." ”

His fingers tapped lightly against the walls, but vampires had a great appetite, but they were also better than demons, such as - they would do things when they took advantage.

"Hopefully, this guy is as good as he boasts."

...

Early the next morning.

Facing the dawn and dawn, the guards who came to the city wall to change shifts suddenly felt that the scene in front of them seemed to be different from the past.

He looked down at the edge of the wall.

Everything seemed to be the same as before, and the nomads living in the tents had already started a new day.

But no matter how you look at it, it feels awkward.

He was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly heard a sharp shout.

"Crusader demons! The Crusader demons are coming! ”

Someone shouted in panic.

I saw that on the horizon in the distance, a black flag painted with a golden eagle suddenly appeared.