Chapter 405 Soldiers Are Dispatched

"who is it?"

"Celinina."

Lothar faced Raymond's doubtful gaze and explained: "It's the little girl with blue-gray hair who is following me. You should have an impression of her."

"Indeed, anyone who sees the girls around you will be impressed."

"But please forgive me, for such a little girl, even if she is a wizard... it is impossible for her to break into a heavily guarded enemy camp and assassinate a spell caster. You know, magic-blocking gold is not a rare thing."

Raymond's tone was full of doubts. He felt that it was too childish to entrust such an important task to a girl who looked like she was not old enough to get married.

"Yes, there must be guards under Adil who use magic-blocking gold weapons, but they can't touch Chelinina at all."

"Don't underestimate Chelinina. Nysaya's teacher once said that even she would feel a strong sense of danger when facing Chelinina. She is already a spellcaster standing at the top of the extraordinary world."

Raymond was confused.

He didn't understand how wizards were divided into different levels, but in his opinion, the reputation of wizards was definitely linked to their strength. Anna must have two skills as a palace advisor to the Queen of the Eastern Empire.

"That's good."

Raymond was silent for a moment and said with a wry smile: "We have no choice."

Cellinina, as a powerful assassin who has not yet become an elite, can threaten a wizard like Anna who has half a foot on the threshold of legend.

As long as she holds a weapon made of magic-blocking gold, and without the other party being prepared, she can use the "silencing" effect of the choke, the "damage-increasing" effect of the lone wolf and "wolfsbane potion" to assassinate a spellcaster. Difficult matter.

Moreover, judging by common sense, the spell casters around Adil are definitely not as strong as the spell casters around Saladin.

…

In the tent.

Veneto sat alone outside the tent, polishing the two-handed sword in his hand, and from time to time he picked up a handful of water and poured it on the whetstone.

There was a sudden voice from behind.

"The bloodthirsty wolf of Basilicata?"

Veneto turned around, and a bloody shadow was slowly solidifying, turning into a pale middle-aged man wearing a black dress. His hair was already gray, but his appearance did not look old at all.

He frowned. As only a first-level subordinate, even if they were both five-stars, the gap in strength between him and Coors was huge.

"The blood shadow demon of the Tsepes family?"

Coors bowed his head in greeting: "Yes, I followed you earlier than you, and I am temporarily serving as the manager of the holy treasury under your command."

Veneto said "hmm" and continued to polish the weapon in his hand: "Do you have any tasks for me?"

Coors had a formulaic smile on his face: "I heard that you didn't get along well with everyone when you first arrived."

"Is that the reason?"

Veneto snorted and said impatiently: "I'm here to fight, not to make friends - let alone make friends with a vampire."

Coors didn't think he was dissatisfied and said: "You must have a boring life without fighting, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Veneto paused slightly. In the past two days, he felt that the desire to fight in his heart could hardly be suppressed, but he couldn't find an opponent at all - Jeanne and the others were too strong. Fighting against them was not a competition. , but looking for abuse.

Coors smiled and said: "I plan to find a sparring partner for you - but with your current strength, I'm afraid you can only fight with ordinary people."

Veneto snorted coldly: "I will accumulate enough merits as soon as possible so that you can upgrade me. I don't need to be on an equal footing with you. As long as I can regain 30% of my strength, I am willing to learn the strength of the legendary Blood Shadow Demon."

"Oh, what a stupid big guy."

Coors said with some emotion.

"What do you mean?"

Veneto's pupils were as narrow as needlepoints.

Coors knew that this was a sign that the wolves were about to attack.

"I don't have the leisure to challenge you, I just want to give you a suggestion."

Kors rubbed his eyebrows: "Go to the master and get a credit for your merits. You may not be able to defeat a group of well-trained soldiers now, so why do you want to make meritorious deeds? Why not improve your own strength first and form a virtuous cycle?" .”

"Can this still happen?"

Veneto was a little confused: "Won't you offend the Lord?"

"My lord's temper is not that bad."

Veneto considered it for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, I will give it a try. When I regain my strength, I will come and compete with you."

Kors shook his head quickly and said: "The partner I said I wanted to find for you is not me."

Veneto frowned and said nothing.

He thought to himself, you are such a bad-tempered vampire, you don’t want me to be a sparring partner for the Glory Knight, right? Doesn't that mean you want my life?

Seemingly seeing through Veneto's thoughts, Coors quickly said: "He is also a pure-blooded wolf, but he is not good at the werewolf fighting method. The two of you can learn from each other and improve each other."

Veneto nodded: "Is that Hans? I heard adults mention him. No problem, I will compete with him."

"And one more thing."

Kors coughed slightly: "My lady has developed a potion that can increase the strength of the wolf clan in a short period of time. The material must be the blood of the wolf clan. The higher the purity, the better."

Veneto had a suspicious look on his face.

"Miss Cellinina and Hans have both donated their own blood. Only those who have contributed can be qualified to use it."

Coors followed suit.

As a pure-blood Basilicata royal family, Veneto's bloodline level may not be as good as Cellinina's, but the purity must be exceeded. His blood may be able to bring better improvements to the Wolfsbane potion.

At the very least, it would definitely improve Cellinina much more than the wolfsbane potion made from Hans's blood and Cellinina's own blood.

Veneto thought thoughtfully: "I will mention this matter to the adults, and everything will be arranged by the adults."

Coors nodded: "I still have work on hand, so I'll take my leave now. If you need anything, you can come to me at the nearby camp."

Coors pulled away with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This bloodthirsty wolf was not entirely a fool.

At least, he still knows that adults will not harm him no matter what.

…

Early the next morning, the Crusaders, who had finished resting, finally officially embarked on their march.

There are more than 30,000 fighting men in total, forming a team like a winding giant python, with cross emblems scattered all over the desert. They are responsible for transporting supplies, horses and carts, and camel teams, following behind the team.

Along the way, when passing by castles or manors, the local lords will send them whatever supplies they can, and many pilgrims will join the team with weapons. This is the advantage of fighting at home.

But at the same time, some pagan citizens began to make moves, looking at the "evil" Crusaders with expressions full of hatred, and secretly they may have already hatched countless rebellion plots.

But most of them are indifferent to this.

Apparently, they did not think that Saladin was coming to liberate them.

As low-level serfs who were wantonly oppressed by the tax collectors, they did not care much whether they were ruled by Franks or Saracens.

No one coming will make their life any better.

…

Baron Fulk pushed a cart full of slaughtered sheep to the so-called "dragon pen".

Looking at the ferocious beasts rising up from behind the iron fences.

He sighed as he had done countless times: "I originally thought dragon beasts were nothing unusual. In legendary novels, those knights... and even a group of farmers could easily defeat them with their numerical advantage."

"Now it seems that when a group of farmers face this kind of monster, the only way to win is to fight it to death."

The man threw the whole slaughtered sheep into the iron cage.

With just one bite, the two rows of jagged fangs of the Dire Rex cut off an entire sheep until only the head and tail were left.

The middle part was swallowed in one gulp.

The man smiled and watched as the Tyrannosaurus used its rough tongue to roll the sheep's head and tail into its mouth: "It's not easy to hold these big guys to death."

Fulk suddenly said: "I heard that Master Shemeier healed a dying patient just after he arrived?"

"Not a dying patient."

The man explained seriously: "To be precise, it should be a curse. They are professional in dealing with curses."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"No, as a master, I cannot just agree to a slave's request."

Baron Fulk was stunned for a moment, feeling a deep sense of loss in his heart for some reason.

But then I heard the man smile and say: "But you are my friend. Since you want to know, I will reluctantly tell you."

"She was the daughter of a very powerful man in Aleppo. She was cursed because of her beauty and turned into a blood-sucking devil."

"and after?"

"Master Shemeier sent her to liberation."

"That's it?"

Fulk's eyes were full of surprise.

"Yeah, it's not ups and downs at all, but the innocent people she hurt will definitely not think this process is too hasty. If Master Shemeier hadn't been ordered to investigate this series of disappearances, I don't know how many people would have died."

Fulk frowned: "I thought Master Shemeier would lift her curse and give her a clean body."

"Ha, where is the innocent body? The moment she was cursed, her soul died and fell into darkness."

"Is there anything else like this?"

"You are very interested in these..."

Baron Fulk was shocked. Could it be that his plan to find out Schemel's information and then secretly pass it on was seen through?

No, this is just a last-minute idea!

The man said with emotion: "But it's normal. Since those evil Franks used magic on the battlefield, many people have become more concerned about the gods and ghosts that they usually don't care about."

"Use spells?"

"Of course, if they hadn't used magic, how could those Franks still see things clearly in the dark?"

When the Battle of Kaleburg was mentioned, the man's face was full of resentment: "That Lothar won an unfair war with this kind of magic. I really don't understand why you respect such a person."

"So that's it..."

Fulk thought again of the elusive Coors, who indeed did not look like an ordinary person.

He must be a wizard, right?

Fulk threw a sheep into the dragon's circle from a distance, and said somewhat insincerely: "It seems that Count Lothar's victory was not glorious enough."

"Yes, he started all this, so my king can only respond in the same way."

The man shoveled the last sheep into the iron cage. Looking at the dire tyrannosaurus, which was a little sluggish because the dragon had just flown overhead, he reached out and patted its head.

The action was outrageously bold.

Fulk almost jumped: "This is too risky!"

"Haha, it can't be more risky than holding a spear against the bastards of the Knights."

The man wiped his hands on his Chinese clothes smartly and whistled: "Let's go back to the camp and drink two glasses of fermented grape juice. I have one leg of lamb left to feed that ugly guy - let's set up a barbecue to eat." "