?Sitting in the coachman's seat, wearing a full set of armor and pretending to be a troupe guard, Randall held a piece of grass in his mouth and looked forward.
Barbara, wearing a light red dress, poked her head out of the carriage window behind him and shouted to Randall: "How far is it from Twilight City?"
"Four hours."
Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "Thank God! I can finally come back to a clean and comfortable city from the countryside! The first thing I do when I go back is to take a comfortable hot bath!"
Randall looked back at her: "This troupe tour, the royal families of the Principality of Jonah and the Kingdom of Muliai are willing to convert to Protestantism, and you have the greatest contribution..."
"Don't mention that king who looks like a fat pig to me again!" Barbara showed a disgusted expression: "Just thinking about the way he looked at me makes me unable to eat for three days!"
Randall shrugged and was about to speak when a scream came from the front of the motorcade.
"Stay in the car, I'll go take a look!" Randall put down the visor of his helmet, took out the sword and shield from under the seat, jumped out of the carriage, and rushed forward.
The front line of the Golden Skylark Troupe's motorcade was already in chaos.
The staff of the troupe were frightened by the sudden attack and fled in all directions. The few guards who were there were completely helpless when facing the enemy.
Aldenan was like a wolf rushing into the sheepfold. In one breath, he knocked out three guards who wanted to resist, picked up two of them, and planned to retreat immediately.
A figure fell from the sky, and with a sharp sword making a piercing sound, it struck the werewolf's head.
Aldenan covered his head with his arms, intending to block the attack, but he didn't expect the force on the sword to be so powerful, and he was knocked away.
After adjusting his body posture in the air, Aldenan landed on all fours and slid backwards for a distance, leaving several deep claw marks on the ground.
"So much strength..."
Aldenan waved his arm, and the wound on it healed instantly. He looked at the armored guard not far away, and the fighting spirit he had cultivated in the underground fighting arena for a long time gradually rose in his heart.
With a kick of his feet, the werewolf was so fast that no one could recognize it, and he rushed in front of the guard almost instantly.
Using the inertia of the body, the wolf's claws hit the opponent's side like a long whip.
This guard was obviously different from his peers. He had been on the battlefield for a long time. He squatted down, lowered his center of gravity, and his shield firmly protected the sides of his body.
However, he still underestimated the werewolf's fighting power.
There was a huge crash.
The guard was knocked back a few steps by the wolf's claws. Before the guard could stand upright, Aldenan took advantage of the flaw and stepped forward to bully him. He slapped the opponent on the head with one claw and knocked off the steel helmet.
A dent caused it to fly out of the wearer's head.
The guard who suffered a heavy blow was knocked to the ground, motionless and motionless.
After completing this attack, Aldenan raised two wolf claws and placed them in front of him. His eyes were full of joy and excitement, and he said to himself: "This body, both in terms of speed and strength, is really perfect.
Got it!"
"Hey! Idiot! The battle isn't over yet."
The guard who lost his helmet stood up from the ground. The wounds on his face from the wolf claw attack slowly healed, revealing his original appearance, which was none other than Randall.
Aldenan looked at the other party, his eyes widening in surprise, because he saw an unbelievable scene.
Countless parasite limbs emerged from the gaps in Randall's armor, swinging in the air like sharp sword blades.
"These things on your body, and the ship that night..."
Before Aldenan could finish his words, Randall drove the dragon bone armor and charged forward, piercing the werewolf's body with the long sword and the parasite limbs at the same time.
Looking at the dragon bone parasite piercing his body, Aldenan shook his head slightly in disbelief.
At this moment, a roar like thunder came from the forest.
A strong orc over two meters tall first overturned a heavy carriage with one hand, then turned sideways and hit Randall heavily with his shoulder.
The latter was like a kite with a broken string, which was knocked into the air and broke a waist-thick tree.
Carroll helped Aldenan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Aldenan looked at the wounds on his body, which had disappeared, and nodded to Carol: "I'm fine, but the problem is, besides the guy just now, I don't know if there are any enemies here who can use that kind of weapon.
So, we need to evacuate immediately!"
Picking up the two unconscious guards from the ground, Aldenan walked quickly towards the direction of the forest. When he found that Carol behind him had not moved, he turned around and shouted: "Let's go! What are you doing standing still?!"
Carol stood there blankly, his eyes falling on a beautiful woman wearing a light red dress in the forest.
The latter hugged Randall's body and shouted something anxiously.
Aldenan, who was anxious to evacuate, ran up behind Carol and kicked the opponent hard on the butt, waking up the orc from his sluggish state.
"Let's go!"
Carol nodded hesitantly, followed Aldenan step by step, looked back at the woman in red, and stumbled into the forest.
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The capital of the Ayyubid Empire, Baghdad.
There is still a faint smoke of gunpowder floating in the sky above the royal capital; people's cries can still be heard in the streets of the city.
In the square of the palace, thousands of residents of the city were driven here. They looked at the soldiers holding muskets around them with angry faces, but they did not dare to say a word.
Among these onlookers and soldiers is a one-kilometer-long avenue, starting from the main entrance of the palace and extending to the throne in the main hall.
On both sides of this avenue, hundreds of officials and dignitaries, big and small, were kneeling. They were wearing tattered clothes, their faces covered with dust and scars. Behind each of them, stood an executioner holding a machete.
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"The Supreme Judge of the Sharia! The Emperor of the World's Empire! The Supreme Caliph!"
Along with a high-pitched singing, the heavy sound of horse hooves sounded outside the main entrance of the palace.
The sound of the horse's hooves was neither fast nor slow, dull and depressing.
Finally, Saladin, dressed in military uniform and riding a white horse, appeared at the main entrance of the palace.
The horses' eyes were tied with masks that could only see forward, and their bodies were also covered with a thick layer of iron armor.
An Abbasid noble kneeling beside the main entrance raised his head, glared angrily at Saladin on the horse with his only remaining eye, spat at the horse, and cursed with a hoarse growl: "You...
Treasonous people who break their oaths! Sooner or later, the fire of Allah will come..."
Saladin stared straight ahead, not intending to pay attention to this nobleman at all, and just drove his horse forward slowly.
The horse's hooves stepped in front of the noble, and the executioner raised his knife and dropped it. The flying heads and splashing blood instantly dyed the road red.
Another old official of the Abbasid Empire, looking at the blood on the road, his whole body trembled, and in an almost pleading voice, he said to Saladin: "Great emperor, please show me some mercy..."
Saladin's horse's hooves did not stop, the scimitar fell, the human head rolled down next to the horse's hooves, and blood sprayed on the horse's white hair.
As the four hooves of the war horse rose and fell, the scimitar in the executioner's hand also ended one life after another. This long palace avenue became a veritable "bloody road."
The surrounding residents who were forced to watch the ceremony let out screams one after another, and some timid people fainted on the spot.
Saladin rode his horse all the way to the entrance of the main hall. The corpses behind him were already piled up on the entire road. He looked at the person kneeling on the steps of the main hall, and suddenly his expression froze, and he reached out to pull the reins of the war horse.
It was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, still wearing the student uniform of Baghdad University.
Saladin's face was gloomy and uncertain. When he first entered the city, he had personally communicated academically with this smart child at the university... However, the patriarch of his family was the former prime minister of the Abbasid Empire...
Holding the reins tightly, Saladin first looked at the child kneeling in front, and then looked at the throne high in the main hall.
Finally, Saladin closed his eyes, loosened the reins, lightly kicked the horse's belly with his feet, and the horse moved forward slowly and heavily.