Alien Knights

Randall, who was sitting on the coachman's seat, wearing a full set of armor and posing as a troupe guard, looked forward with a straw in his mouth.

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

"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 looked back at her: "This troupe parade, the royal families of the Principality of Jonah and the Kingdom of Muliai are willing to convert to Protestantism. You have contributed the most..."

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

Randall shrugged and was about to speak when a scream came from the front of the convoy.

"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 off the carriage, and rushed forward.

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

The staff of the troupe were frightened by the sudden attack and fled in all directions. The few guards were completely helpless in the face of the enemy.

Like a wolf rushing into the sheepfold, Aldernan stunned three guards who were trying to resist with his breath, picked up two of them, and planned to retreat immediately.

A figure fell from the sky, and the sharp sword struck the werewolf's head with the sound of piercing through the sky.

Ardenan put his arms to protect the top of his head, and wanted to block the attack, but he didn't expect the power of the long sword to be so strong, and he was directly sent flying.

Adjusting his posture in the air, Aldernan landed on all fours and slid backwards for a certain distance, leaving several deep paw prints on the ground.

"A lot of strength..."

Aldernan waved his arm, and the cut wound on it healed instantly. He looked at the guard in iron armor not far away, and the fighting spirit that had been cultivated in the underground fighting field for a long time gradually rose in his heart.

With a kick of both feet, the werewolf's speed was so fast that it was unrecognizable, and he rushed to the guard almost instantly.

With the inertia of the body, the wolf claws hit the opponent's side ribs like a long whip.

This guard was obviously different from his peers. He, who had experienced many battles, squatted down, lowered his center of gravity, and his shield firmly protected the side of his body.

However, he still underestimated the fighting power of werewolves.

There was a loud crash.

The guard took a few steps back from being beaten by the wolf's claws. Before the former could stabilize his figure, Aldernan took advantage of the opening and stepped forward to bully him. He slapped his claws on the opponent's head, and directly slapped off the steel helmet. A dent, knocking it out of the wearer's head.

The guard who was hit hard was knocked down to the ground, motionless and unable to move.

After completing the attack, Aldernan raised two wolf claws and put them in front of him, his eyes were full of joy and excitement, and he said to himself: "This body, whether it is speed or strength, is really perfect. Already!"

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

The guard who lost his helmet stood up from the ground, and the wound on his face from the wolf claw attack slowly healed, revealing his original appearance, it was Randall.

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

Numerous parasite limbs drilled out of the gaps in Randall's armor, like sharp sword blades, swaying in the air.

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

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

Looking at the keel parasite piercing into his body, Aldernan 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 big tree with a waist thickness.

Carroll helped Aldernan who was half kneeling on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Aldernan looked at the wound on his body, which had disappeared, and nodded to Carroll: "I'm fine, but the problem is, apart from that guy just now, I don't know if there are any enemies here who can use that kind of weapon. Therefore, we must evacuate immediately!"

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

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

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

Ardenan, who was in a hurry to evacuate, ran behind Carol, and kicked the opponent's ass hard, awakening the orc from his sluggishness.

"Go!"

Carroll nodded hesitantly, and followed behind Aldernan step by step, while looking back at the woman in red, he stumbled into the forest.

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The capital of the Ayyubid Empire, Baghdad.

Over the sky of the capital, there is still a faint smoke of gunpowder; in the streets of the city, people's cries can still be heard.

On the square of the palace, thousands of city residents were driven here. They looked at the soldiers with muskets around them, they looked angry, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Among these bystanders and soldiers was a 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, there are hundreds of officials and dignitaries kneeling, wearing tattered clothes, with dust and scars on their faces. Behind each of them stood an executioner holding a machete.

"Supreme Inquisitor! Emperor of All Empires! Supreme Caliph!"

Accompanied by a high-pitched chant, heavy horseshoes sounded outside the main gate of the palace.

The sound of hoofbeats was neither fast nor slow, dull and depressing.

In the end, Saladin in uniform appeared at the main entrance of the palace, riding a white horse.

The horse's eyes were tied with hoods that could only see forward, and a thick layer of iron armor was also put on its body.

An Abbasid nobleman kneeling by the main entrance raised his head, glared at Saladin on the horse with his only remaining eye, spit at the horse, and cursed with a hoarse growl: "You! A rebel who broke his oath! Sooner or later, the fire of Allah will..."

Saladin stared straight ahead, he didn't intend to pay attention to the nobleman at all, and just drove his horse forward slowly.

The horseshoe stepped in front of the nobleman, and the executioner raised his knife and dropped it. The flying heads and splashed blood instantly stained the avenue red.

Another former official of the Abbasid Empire looked at the blood on the road, trembling all over his body, and said to Saladin in a voice almost pleading: "Great emperor, please show me a little bit of mercy..."

Saladin's horse's hooves didn't stop, the scimitar fell, and the human head rolled to the horse's hoof, blood sprayed on the horse's white hair.

As the four hooves of the war horse raised and lowered, the scimitar in the executioner's hand also ended one by one's life here. This long palace avenue has become a veritable "Road of Blood".

The surrounding residents who were forced to watch the ceremony screamed one after another, and some timid people fainted on the spot.

Saladin rode his horse all the way to the gate of the main hall, and the entire road was already filled with corpses behind him. He looked at the person kneeling on the steps of the main hall, his expression froze suddenly, and he reached out to grab the reins of the horse.

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

Saladin's face was cloudy and uncertain. When he first entered the city, he had exchanged academic knowledge with this bright child in person 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 of him, and then at the throne at the top of the main hall.

Finally, Saladin closed his eyes, let go of the reins, kicked the horse's belly lightly with both feet, and the war horse moved forward slowly and heavily.