Chapter 578 Fulin's Revival and Autonomous Eliteization

The first Sipahi cavalryman has just been recruited and is galloping in the Long Sword Company camp that has moved to the Cavalry Academy.

His name is Galio. He is the most outstanding Coptic recruit in the Long Sword Company and Hans thinks he has the most potential.

Lothar personally gave him weapons, armor and mounts, which made him a role model for buying horses with a lot of money.

Looking at their former companions riding healthy horses and wearing new clothes, as if they were reborn, these young recruits, who mostly came from the lower class, were so envious that their eyes almost popped out.

The cavalrymen are not just changing their equipment, but also mean a sudden improvement in treatment, salary and social status.

Originally, everyone was at the same level, but when you go to the battlefield, everyone has to help you hold the stirrups, feed the horse and carry the gun, and play the role of a servant. Who can be willing to do this?

Everyone is eager to take the remaining two places thrown by Lothar.

The Long Sword Company now not only trains every day, but sometimes they also perform some simple tasks to maintain public order.

Every day they have to march in the city in a line, which is very eye-catching.

Many people are asking them about the treatment. Even if they don't plan to join, they are aware of Lothar's generosity to the Coptic soldiers under his command. This can easily be interpreted by them as the demon duke actually has good intentions towards the Coptics.

In the city, the activities of the Order of Saint Lazarus are still proceeding in an orderly manner, holding free clinics and distributing relief food free of charge, which has won Lothar an excellent reputation.

You know, even if Egypt was once the granary of the empire and had fertile land for thousands of miles, it does not mean that everyone can fill their stomachs.

Farmers starved to death, no matter in which era or country, it is commonplace. Once the food prices soar, it is normal for landless civilians living in the city to starve to death.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, both never go alone.

Once Lothar fails to handle this matter well, it will not be as simple as it is now to win the hearts of the Semanud people.

"My lord, Adil is marching."

On the tower of the magnificent building complex of the Cavalry Academy, Kurse's figure walked out from Lothar's shadow.

He's finally here.

Lothar's expression was stern, and he said seriously: "How many people can get the news of their spellcaster?"

"According to estimates, the enemy has at least 50,000 troops, and there are as many as 20,000 light and heavy cavalry. The elite lords of all parties in Egypt have come out together. It seems that they have been intimidated by Saladin's brother and your mighty military power."

"50,000 troops..."

This number can match the total strength of both sides when fighting Saladin.

Egypt is different from Jerusalem after all. Marching in the fertile delta area has much less logistical pressure.

"As for the information about the spellcasters, we only know that Saladin has sent a magic advisory group. This time, everyone in Sara has learned to be smart. Most ordinary soldiers, even senior generals, don't even know how many of these people there are. It is still too difficult for us to get their specific information for the Dark Shadow."

Even with the two vampires Kurs and Julia, the Dark Shadow was established too recently. In terms of intelligence, it is far inferior to the old assassin organization such as Assassins that has deep roots in the East.

"I think it would be safer to send Miss Cherinina to make a personal trip."

"Isn't this too dangerous?"

"My lord, Miss Nina has received the inheritance of two upper wolf tribes, Saluzzo and Basilicata. Are you not confident in her professional qualities?"

Among all the followers, Cherinina's strength is inferior to Jeanne in terms of direct combat power. In terms of assassination and infiltration, she is absolutely the best.

Lothar frowned and said, "That's not the case. I know Nina's fighting ability."

The two of them often sparred in Kaer Morhen, because even if they were seriously injured, they could recover quickly, so he knew how terrifying Cherinina was when she went all out.

Just...

"You also know that there are all kinds of extraordinary people in this world, and there are all kinds of ancient artifacts and treasures. No one can tell what cards they have hidden."

Kurse was slightly stunned: "Indeed, just like the local vampire who attacked us before, his strength may be relatively ordinary, but the blood magic source he accumulated and his treasure are indeed terrible."

He paused slightly: "But sir, if the enemy has such a powerful treasure, or some special ability, shouldn't we find out more clearly? If you are really worried about Miss Cherinina's safety, I can also go there in person."

"Forget it, you can't do without you here."

Lothar shook his head. Kurse's position is very important. Without him, the city of Semanud, which had just restored order not long ago, would be shut down.

Although his Blood Shadow Secret Art is indeed very suitable for infiltration.

"But what you said is true. The intelligence of the enemy's spellcaster must be obtained in advance. How about this, Kurs, except for you, let's go to explore the enemy's base camp together."

Kurs' tone couldn't help but become hurried: "No, no, no, this won't work. It's too dangerous for you."

The son of a rich man should not sit in the hall.

In Kurs's view, a monarch who easily puts himself in danger is really irresponsible.

Lothar comforted: "Don't worry, we are just outside to support. If nothing unexpected happens, there is no need to take action.

And Kors, don’t underestimate me. My current strength is exactly the same as that of Hans and Veneto. In terms of destructive power, it is even stronger than them. My ability to save lives is second only to Prajna. There is also Prajna personal protection. If you are still timid about this, you are too cowardly. "

"Okay...okay."

Kors nodded helplessly.

He is a steward who abides by the rules and will make suggestions for Lothar's unreasonable demands, but he will only try his best to do what Lothar has decided.

"By the way, come with me to see Fulin. Her blood source should be almost finished digesting."

Kors hesitated: "Well, you'd better not go."

He looked at Lothar's doubtful eyes and added: "Miss's transformation is almost over, and sometimes she can stay awake for a short period of time - this is her advice. I hope you will not see her during this period."

"All right."

Lothar nodded and didn't dwell on the matter anymore.

He estimated that Fulin was entering the final stage of her transformation and would look very ugly.

The ability to transform into a tyrant or a blood pool does not sound like a wonderful image.

…

In Damietta's Governor's Palace, outside the door of a dark room underground.

Two ugly and ferocious gargoyle statues were squatting at the door, and strange red totems covered the walls like vines.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the Duke's Palace. Occasionally, servants who pass by hear a violent heartbeat that seems to be ringing in their ears, and they will feel a sense of fear and wish they could get as far away from here as possible.

At this time, the room had completely turned into a world of blood, with ordinary spider web-like blood vessels, densely packed, like a large three-dimensional net.

In the network, one can clearly see thick blood containing powerful magic power flowing.

In the center of the blood network, a huge flesh ball like a heart was beating regularly.

If you look carefully, you will find that the ends of those networks are connected to the heart.

At this moment.

The beating speed of the heart suddenly accelerated a lot.

All the blood that spreads out, these embodied products of blood magic, all converge towards the heart in the center like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

The world originally composed of blood quickly became dim, and those blood networks shrank and withered as if they had lost their lives.

Gradually.

Even the heart stopped.

The entire secret room fell into a dead silence.

for a long time.

Just hear a snap.

The blackened, withered heart cracked.

A white and slender palm tore open the membrane of the heart.

At the same time, Lothar, who was far away in Semanud, heard a notification sound in his ears: Your five-star retinue, Fringilla, had an adventure and completed her independent elite transformation...