"It's over"

Lothar picked up the helmet at his feet, it was a relic left by the blood knight, although it was not known what it was for, but the price tag of the loot shop worth 20,000 Souleds was enough to show its value.

As he stepped on the solid stone slab again, familiar figures reappeared.

With the exception of Veneto, everyone seemed fine.

Jeanne said with a hint of tiredness in her tone, but still smiled, "This time, thanks to Flyn. ”

It's not that she thinks about making a candle to burn herself every time, but unless that's the case, her strength is completely insufficient to compare with the legends of this world, even in the entire transcendent world, there are very few who can forcibly break through this vampire's small world.

Lothar glanced at the little girl with a look of surprise on her face.

"Yes, this time thanks to me."

After she patted and lifted the tyrantization, she became a horse Pingchuan's chest again.

After some conversation, Lothar understood the twists and turns.

I also have a deeper understanding of this vampire's methods.

The battle, out of his sight, was far more fierce than he had imagined.

Lothar picked up Veneto, his eyes were a little chaotic, obviously the sequelae of madness had not been eliminated, and now, naturally, it was not the time to reprimand him, in fact, Lothar didn't feel any reason to reprimand him.

This is his nature, and he can't change it, he never expected a brave general to be able to do handsome work.

"Tonight, everyone has worked hard, go back and have a good rest."

This battle exposed a lot of problems, especially the attack on the space level, and the means of dealing with it were extremely limited, which made his originally somewhat relaxed mood tense up again.

As they get stronger, the enemies get stronger.

There will also be more and more pretenders who want to spy on the mystery of them.

This time it was his blood that brought on the scourge, and the next time it could be the secret of their unhindered demon gold - no matter what, it was better to make themselves stronger.

When the crusaders of Fort Feremai saw again the figure of the Holy Cross in armor, cloaked hunting, and holding a holy spear, all the restlessness and uneasiness disappeared.

"Sleep well tonight, and we'll cross the river early tomorrow morning."

In a short period of time, the easiest way to increase your strength is to take "Lower Egypt" (referring to the lower Nile, the delta region), and at least wear the crown of the duke, if not immediately.

Lothar raised her fist and stood beside the lit torch, waving vigorously at the crowd below.

Below, there were immediately bursts of cheers.

He suddenly realized why his divine power was so endless—because they were there.

On the other side of the Nile, a garrisoned watchtower.

"It's flood season, and the Nile is so big that the Franks can't get through unless they have wings on their backs."

The veteran comforted.

The morale of the Saracen defenders was low.

They almost witnessed with their own eyes how the reinforcements were annihilated in a short period of time.

The fort of Feremai, with its strong walls, could not hold on even for a day, and with the defeat of the main army led by King Saladin, they had little ambition to fight.

"But sooner or later, they'll come, and the Crusader fleet is better than ours."

"We can't just give our lives to Lord Ibn like this, those Franks are also Christians, and so are we, so it is better to kill Hassan Faris while the Crusaders are crossing the river and defect to the Crusaders."

"Don't forget, the Franks are quite savage, and who can guarantee that they will be more merciful than the infidels?"

"Have you not heard of the policies of the Marquis of Lothar in his domain? As long as he is poor, there is no one who does not praise his kindness and generosity, and only those infidels who are not kind to the rich will fear him. ”

"You have to know that even the crusaders under the command of the Marquis of Lothar cannot be the last word of the people, the Frankish nobility is notoriously cruel and tyrannical, and I have even heard that some of them will kill for fun."

"Anyway, it won't be any worse than it is now." A Coptic soldier said with a gloomy face, "Brothers, I will never serve the infidels again under any circumstances, and tonight, I will flee." ”

"You are crazy, are you not afraid of being hanged by the governor of Ibn on the side of the road?"

"Does he still have the energy to keep an eye on us creeps?"

The Coptic soldier swept through the crowd and said in a mocking tone: "It only took one day for Lord Marquis to conquer Fort Ferraimeer, and he is afraid that even his courage will be broken now." ”

"But don't forget, the elder of your village, but the hardcore of the governor of Ibn, who will surely hand you over to the governor appointed by Ibn as soon as you return."

The Coptic soldier's expression sank, and he sneered and asked, "Then what should we do now, against the invincible St. Lothar, who holds the holy spear?" Even if we survive, we will fall into Hell when we die. ”

The same scene is happening in almost the entire eastern coastal area of the delta.

Even the hinterland of the Ibn satrap, Port Damietta, is now in a state of panic, and the former ruling class looks at every Copts as if they were looking at a potential rebellion.

It is true that the Copts are no longer the majority of Egyptians in Egypt (not counting the Egyptians who believe in Zoroastrianism), but they are still a large group, not to mention the existence of many "false converts".

In particular, the pastors of the Coptic Church, with the secret collusion of the Dark Shadow, began to persuade the faithful not to resist the attack of the Crusaders.

And Lothar, who got up in the morning, immediately summoned the leaders of all levels of the army to a meeting at Fort Feremai.

"First of all, I have to clarify one thing, last night, I was assassinated by the insidious and cunning infidels, who spent a lot of money and hired a murderous vampire."

As the words fell, Lothar carefully examined the expressions of everyone present.

Whether it was pretending or being sincere, almost everyone showed a worried look.

"But, thanks to my Heavenly Father, I am unharmed."

He stood up and spun in circles, showing his body.

"That's why I've come to this meeting dressed so modestly, to show everyone that the intrigues of the infidels have not made any progress at all."

"Praise Heavenly Father!"

Nobles at all levels, priests praised one after another.

"The intrigues of the pagans cannot be an obstacle to the Holy Crusaders, and a small Fort of Feremaier, and the ruined manors of North Sinai, are far from enough to halt us."

"This meeting is held for our next march."

This is not surprising to people, but they have seen the Nile during the flood season, whether it is to build a pontoon bridge on it, or to recruit boats along the river to cross the river, it is not a simple matter.

Baron Argonne carried his sword and said respectfully: "Lord Marquis, what plan do you have, just say it." ”

Lothar smiled at him and nodded, "If you don't have any suggestions, please go back to each other, and when my order is given, cross the river immediately." ”

Everyone was at a loss.

You're talking about loneliness.

Lothar pointed to his head: "The soldiers and horses of Outer Jordan will act as the vanguard and cross the river as soon as possible, if they fail, I will naturally not give the order to let you cross the river, and if they succeed, you don't need to ask me for the details." ”

His tone paused slightly, and he chuckled: "Everything is God's will, and tonight, our flag will fly on the other side." ”

(End of chapter)