Chapter 420 The Caster Takes Action

Adil clenched his fists and slammed the table.

In today's battle, at least 300 elite Mamluks who were only loyal to him and whom he spent a lot of money to train were killed. This loss was nothing to him, but this was only the first day of the siege.

"Master Salman, my king provides you with countless materials every month. For example, the redbud grass you need every month requires thousands of people to collect it. Isn't it possible for you to make an exception for this?"

Salman's dark face under the veil showed a trace of dissatisfaction: "This is the agreement. I have benefited from Saladin. I admit that if you feel that this deal is not cost-effective enough, you can terminate the contract!"

It seems that Salman rarely talks to people. Salman's tone is a bit stuttering, but the firmness in his words is also obvious.

The strong dams on the Nile often break at a small opening.

Salman believes that once his principles are broken, Saladin will ask himself to do more things that violate his principles in the future. He learns magic to pursue the truth, not to be a butcher!

Adil sneered and said: "Master Salman, I know that the Sasanian King of Kings has already sent someone to contact you privately. If you want to join him, there is no need to block me with such words. ."

"Nonsense!"

Salman's dark face turned red: "I have never had any contact with the king of Persia."

"Ah."

A sneer made Salman so angry that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "You, how could you slander me like this?"

"Master Salman, the agreement can be terminated. I know that you have no intention of continuing to serve my lord, but the alchemy materials and cherished treasures you took in the past, do you just forget about it?"

"I will pay you back!"

Salman was so angry that he didn't even want to explain. He was also a master spellcaster with half of his feet in the legendary realm. How could he stand the teasing and sarcasm of a mortal?

Now, he just wanted to leave Adil's military camp immediately and return to his alchemy laboratory in the countryside.

"Let's do this, Master Salman. I know that you won't be able to raise supplies for a while to repay the debt you owe - as long as you take action once and break through the gate of Gaza City for me, we will cancel it and no one will If you don’t owe anyone, what?”

Salman suddenly hesitated.

If necessary, Salman, who has a bit of social fear by nature, really doesn't want to continue dealing with people like Adil. It doesn't seem impossible to be able to settle the debt at once and not have to pay back most of the materials that he has already consumed. accept.

As for taking action

He snorted coldly: "I only broke through the city wall of Gaza."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Adil readily agreed.

Looking at Salman's angry back, the aggressiveness on Adil's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a wry smile full of shame.

"Master Salman is such a principled man."

He didn't even think that he could just default on the debt.

Of course, if Salman was not a principled person, there would be no need to use this method to provoke him.

Adil sighed lightly and ordered: "Let the first company have a good rest. The second and third companies are ready to fight at any time. Master Salman probably can't wait any longer."

Salman, leaning on a cane made of oak, angrily arrived outside the camp gate. Along the way, no one dared to stop this frail-looking old man - everyone knew that this was the envoy of the Holy Fire who was closer to the Holy Fire than the imam, and possessed Otherworldly power.

He looked at the dim stone wall.

The city walls of Gaza City have long been severely weathered, but the walls, which are entirely made of masonry, are still beyond the reach of ordinary siege equipment, at least not those portable torsion trebuchets.

Today, the city walls are covered with mottled black marks, which are the traces left by the grease in the oil tanks that adhered to the walls and burned.

Salman raised the crutch in his hand, but when he saw the figures of the Crusaders collecting corpses on the city wall, he put it down after thinking about it. He turned back and glanced angrily at the camp of Adil's army, and stood there, as if As motionless as a statue.

"What is he waiting for?"

Looking here from a distance, the Mamluks who had mounted their horses and were preparing for battle looked at Adil with doubts on their faces.

With the help of his attendants, Adil put on his armor. Hearing the words, he was startled for a moment and said with a smile: "Messengers guided by the Holy Fire will not easily participate in secular struggles, because even pagans are still creatures of the Holy Fire."

He paused slightly and then said: "Therefore, the Salman Divine Envoy can only use magic to destroy the Franks' city wall, but now the Franks on the city wall are collecting the corpses. He is probably waiting for the Franks to retreat from the city wall. Cast a spell.”

He put his hands on his shoulders and praised: "The Holy Fire is forgiving and benevolent, the highest and the greatest."

The Mamluks followed and shouted: "Holy Fire Hu, Akbar!"

The Franks at the top of the city also noticed this strange figure.

Remembering the special request written by His Majesty the King in his busy schedule, Baron Robert, who was in charge of Gaza City, felt a little panic in his heart: "Could this be a pagan wizard?"

"Where's little Robert!"

he shouted.

Little Robert has the same name as Baron Robert. After little Robert inherits the title of Baron Robert, he will be called Robert II.

"Father!"

The disgraced little Robert was in such a sorry state.

"Didn't Marquis Lothar send his witch? Didn't you hang out with her every day before? Where are you?"

Little Robert was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "Miss Chelinina has been away for several days. On the day when the pagan troops came to the city - I have already told you about this."

Baron Robert was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was indeed such an incident, but he was busy with official duties that day, so he quickly forgot about it.

"What did she do? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

"I don't know either."

Little Robert looked ashamed.

Baron Robert couldn't help scolding: "I asked you to please this Miss Cellinina, but what did you do for food?"

Little Robert was speechless. He swore that he loved the task assigned to him by his father from the bottom of his heart and wanted to complete it. However, despite his many days of hard work, he had no results at all.

"Prepare the ballista, aim at the mysterious guy in black robes and shoot!"

Baron Robert shouted the order.

The soldiers immediately turned the capstan, loaded the crossbow string, and loaded heavy crossbow bolts as thick as an adult's arm into the groove of the crossbow.

"put!"

next moment.

The heavy ballistae flew straight towards Salman standing under the city with a shrill and piercing scream.

boom--

The huge crossbow bolt exploded into a sky full of sawdust.

Salman, who didn't make any movement at all, his hood blown away by the strong wind, looked calmly at the wood chips coming towards him, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking all objects approaching him.

"What!"

"Heavenly Father!"

"Is he the devil?"

The faces of the Crusaders at the top of the city changed drastically.

Baron Robert murmured: "Sure enough."

He grabbed the sword at his waist, and for the first time in his life he felt a deep distrust of his own martial arts - even the ballistae couldn't kill him, or even hurt him, and he couldn't think of any other weapons. able

etc!

"By the way, Demon-Resisting Gold, quickly take the Demon-Resisting Gold arrows we prepared earlier!"

he shouted at the top of his lungs.

opposite.

Salman, who was outside the city, walked slowly but firmly towards the city wall. He hesitated for a moment, as if he had no confidence, but in fact it was just because of social fear and he was not used to speaking in front of so many people.

"You guys. Get away from the city wall quickly. The wall is about to collapse."

Although his voice was stuttering, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

It was as if it was ringing in my ears.