? Randall, who is sitting in the coachman's seat, wearing a full set of armor, and pretending to be the troupe guard, looks forward with a grass in his mouth.

　　 Barbara, wearing a light red dress, poked her head out of the carriage window behind him, and shouted at Randall, "How far is it from Twilight?"

　　 "Four hours."

　　 Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "Thank God! I can finally return 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 glanced back at her: "This time the troupe tour, the royal family of the Principality of Jonah and the Kingdom of Muliay are willing to convert to Protestantism. Your contribution is the greatest..."

　　 "Don't talk to me about the king who looks like a fat pig!" Barbara showed a disgusting expression: "As long as I think of the way he looks at me, I can't eat for three days!"

　　 Randall shrugged, and just about to speak, a scream came from the front of the convoy.

　　 "Stay in the car, I'll go and see!" Randall put down the helmet mask, took out the sword and shield from under the seat, jumped out of the carriage, and rushed forward.

　　 The caravan of the Golden Skylark Troupe was in a mess.

The staff of 　　 theatrical troupe was suddenly attacked and fleeing from place to place. The few guards were completely helpless when facing the enemy.

　　 Aldenan was like a wolf rushing into the sheepfold, and between his breath, he stunned three guards who wanted to resist. He put two of them on, intending to retreat immediately.

　　 A figure fell from a high altitude, and the sharp sword smashed into the werewolf's head with the sound of breaking through the air.

　　 Aldenan put his arms on top of his head. He wanted to block the attack, but he didn't expect the power on the long sword to be so great that he shot him away directly.

　　 adjusted his posture in the air, and Aldenan landed on all fours and slid back for a certain distance, leaving several deep paw prints on the ground.

　　 "A lot of strength..."

　　 Aldenan waved his arm, and the cut on it healed instantly. He looked at the iron-clad guard not far away, and the fighting spirit that he had cultivated in the underground fighting ground for a long time gradually rose.

　　 With a kick on both feet, the werewolf was so fast that it was unrecognizable, and he rushed in front of the guard almost instantly.

　　The wolf claw uses the body's inertia to hit the opponent's side ribs like a long whip.

　　 This guard is obviously different from his peers. He has been on the battlefield, squatting down, lowering the center of gravity, and shielding the side of the body firmly.

　　 However, he still underestimated the fighting power of werewolves.

　　 There was a huge impact.

The guard was beaten back by wolf claws a few steps, before the former could stand firm, Aldenan took advantage of the flaw, one stepped forward to deceive, and slapped the other's head with one claw, and directly slapped the helmet made of steel. A depression knocked it away from 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. He said to himself: "This kind of body, whether it is speed or strength, is really perfect. NS!"

　　 "Hey! Idiot! The battle is not over yet."

　　 The guard who lost his helmet stood up from the ground, the wound on his face attacked by wolf claws slowly healed, revealing his original face, it was Randall.

　　 Aldenan looked at each other, his eyes widened in surprise, because he saw an unbelievable scene.

　　 Numerous parasite limbs emerged from the gaps in Randall's armor, like sharp blades, swaying in the air.

　　 "These things on you, and the ship that night..."

　　 Before Aldenan could finish speaking, Randall drove the keel armor, a forward thrust, and the sword and parasite limbs pierced into the werewolf's body at the same time.

　　 Looking at the keel parasite piercing into the body, Aldenan shook his head slightly in disbelief.

　　 At this moment, a roar like thunder came from the forest.

　　 A strong orc with a height of more than two meters first overturned a heavy carriage with one hand, then turned sideways and hit Randall with his shoulder heavily.

　　 The latter is like a kite with a broken wire.

　　Carroll helped Aldenan who was kneeling on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Is it all right?"

Aldenan looked at the wound on his body, 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 must evacuate now!"

　　 Picking up two unconscious guards from the ground, Aldenan quickly walked towards the direction of the forest, and found that Carroll hadn't moved behind him. He turned and shouted, "Go! What are you still doing?!"

　　 Carol stood up there blankly, his eyes fell on the body of a beautiful woman in a light red dress in the forest.

　　 The latter held Randall's body and shouted something anxiously.

　　 Aldenan, who was anxiously evacuated, ran behind Carroll, kicked the opponent's **** forcefully, and awakened the orc from his sluggishness.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Carol nodded hesitantly, followed Aldenan's step by step, and while looking back at the woman in red, he stumbled into the forest.

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　　 The capital of the Ayub Empire, Baghdad.

　　 The sky above the capital is still faintly smoked; in the streets of the city, people can still be heard crying.

　　 On the square of the palace, thousands of residents of the city were driven here. They looked at the soldiers holding muskets around them, with an angry face, but they did not dare to make a sound.

　　 Between these bystanders and soldiers, there is a one-kilometer-long avenue, starting from the main entrance of the palace and extending to the throne of the main hall.

　　 On both sides of this avenue, hundreds of officials, large and small, and distinguished men were kneeling. They were dressed in ragged clothes with dust and scars on their faces. Behind each of them stood an executioner holding a machete.

　　 "The Supreme Judicial Inquisitor! The emperor of the entire empire! The supreme caliph!"

　　 Accompanied by a loud singing, there was a heavy hoof of horses outside the front gate of the palace.

　　 The sound of the horse's hoof is not fast, dull and depressing.

　　 Finally, Saladin in a uniform, riding a white steed, appeared at the front gate of the palace.

　　 The horse's eyes are tied with a cover that can only look forward, and the horse is also covered with a thick layer of iron armor.

An Abbasid nobleman kneeling by the front door raised his head and glared at Saladin on the horse with only one of his remaining eyes, spit on the horse, and cursed with a hoarse growl: "You Conspirators who broke their vows! Sooner or later the raging fire of God will one day..."

　　 Saladin looked straight ahead~lightnovelpub.net~ didn't intend to pay any attention to the nobleman at all, just drove his horse forward slowly.

　　 The horseshoe stepped in front of the nobleman, and the executioner took the knife and fell, and the flying head and splashing blood instantly stained the road.

　　 Another old official of the Abbasid Empire, looking at the blood on the road, trembling all over, with a nearly begging voice, said to Saladin: "Great Emperor, I beg you for a little mercy..."

　　 Saladin’s horses hoofs didn’t stop, the scimitar fell, and the head rolled down to the horses’ hoofs, and blood sprayed on the horse’s white hair.

　　 As the four hooves of the war horse rise and fall, the scimitar in the hands of the executioner also ends one life here. This long palace road has become a veritable "Blood Road".

　　 The residents who were forced to watch the salute uttered screams after another, and some timid people fainted on the spot.

　　 Saladin rode his horse all the way to the gate of the main hall. The corpses behind him were already piled up the whole road. He looked at the kneeling person on the steps of the main hall, suddenly his expression stagnated, and reached out and grabbed the reins of the war horse.

　　 It was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, still wearing the student uniform of Baghdad University.

　　 Saladin’s face was uncertain. When he first entered the city, he had exchanged academic studies with this intelligent child himself in the university... However, the patriarch of his family was the former prime minister of the Abbasid Empire...

　　 Holding on to the reins, Saladin first looked at the child who was kneeling in front of him, and then at the throne in the high hall.

　　 Finally, Saladin closed his eyes, loosened the reins, kicked the horse's belly lightly with his feet, and the horse moved forward slowly and heavily.