People are in the moon, The Sims

[What's more, Saladin is still a hero. No monarch would want to have a dagger hanging on his head that is different from his own thoughts and doctrines. 】

[For the sect to develop smoothly, it naturally needs to travel among countries. The best environment for the sect is when no country has the power to eliminate them all at once. 】

[This is the reality. Perhaps the original teachings were set up this way so that the old people in the mountains can walk among various countries without any scruples. After all, everyone except themselves is everyone else, and no one except the people of the mountains is a compatriot. . 】

[I hope that there will be no more disagreements within the sect during this period. There are also signs of different factions within the sect. 】

[Sometimes a strong castle will fall due to internal contradictions. 】

"I hope that day won't come so early..."

Although I have different opinions from some members of the cult, this is my hometown after all. If I see my hometown come to an end due to such reasons in my lifetime, I will also feel uncomfortable.

Ilan stood on the rocky cliff and looked at the rising sun in the distance through his mask. This time, Ilan's mood was a little different. The last time he saw the rising sun, he was with Mr. Hassan, but now he is alone. .

"What did you just say not to come so early?"

A gust of wind blew by, and a strange smell with a bit of intoxication broke into the nasal cavity. After smelling this special smell, Yilan knew that Yan Zui was coming, because Yan Zui's secret technique is to release the mist, At the same time, various potions were added to the mist, so the smell of some potions was naturally attached to the mist and contaminated the girl's body.

Wherever this smell goes, it must be where Hassan has set foot.

"I mean on the day of separation, after helping you stabilize the situation, I will also embark on my own journey."

Yanzui looked at the rising sun in front of her. The golden-orange color dyed the mask of her skull, like a new life, and like hope, "Then enjoy the time you are still in the cult, and thank you." After playing a bad role, at least the assassins of the Order have a much higher acceptance of me, but does it really not matter like this?"

Ilan stretched slightly, "They can't beat me anyway. If they attack me for selfish reasons, their heads will probably move silently."

Yanzui took out a pile of collected information from behind him and handed the information to Yilan.

"I still need to be in charge of the religious group during this period. These materials were selected after they screened two batches based on your description. They should be related to the organization you mentioned that wants to bring the gods to come, but it is more specific. I’m afraid you’ll have to investigate it yourself.”

That's enough. It's up to you to decide which of these people are innocent and which are trying to cross the line.

Irlan opened his arms and fell quickly towards the ground. However, when he was about to approach the ground, the steel claws quickly flew towards the forest. As his fingers tightened the steel rope, Irlan disappeared. In mid-air, it blended into the forest like a shadow.

In the blink of an eye, time has entered winter from autumn, and a layer of white frost has begun to condense on the ground. Sitting on a tree, Ilan held a charcoal pencil in his hand and crossed out one of the names, and under the tree , a corpse with its throat pierced, is lying here quietly, and the blood will become the nourishment of this tree.

On top of this fat-looking corpse, the crow had landed on the gorgeous white robe, and the gorgeous cross held tightly in his hand obviously did not help his master block the blow of the hidden sword.

The cross stained with blood and inlaid with jewels looked so mocking.

After cleaning the bloodstains on his hidden sword, Irlan just took out the letter he received this morning from his arms. The letter was naturally sent by the cult. After such a long time, the cult has finally reached relative unity. However, in order to stabilize a few old guys, Yan Zui temporarily released the leadership of the next Hassan.

But all of this has nothing to do with Irlan. During this period of time, he also gained a reputation of his own. Basically, he is different from the Old Man of the Mountains. Who is Irlan? Basically he doesn't use daggers, he just uses hidden swords. In addition, he doesn't do any skin processing, so his style is somewhat different from that of the cult.

Although the world has not yet settled on a title like the Old Man of the Mountain, everyone knows that there is such an assassin whose style is somewhat different from that of the Old Man of the Mountain, and he seems to have a clear purpose in choosing his assassination targets. sex.

Under such an assassination, Saladin's troops were indeed partially affected. At the same time, Saladin also couldn't figure out what the purpose of this assassin was in assassinating his men. But Saladin will only firmly believe that as long as he survives, the sacred city in front of him will eventually be in his hands.

After seeing the second and third messages, Ilan's expression really changed.

The second piece of news showed that Baldwin IV, who was on his own expedition, was trapped in the Ascalon area by part of Saladin's army, while Saladin himself led the troops and continued to move towards Jerusalem.

The last piece of news is that among the members of the organization that he has been chasing, the last known member is currently near Ascalon, serving as an officer besieging Baldwin IV. At the same time, he seems to have some magical power. It is very possible that the previous generation of Hassan was lost in the hands of this guy.

"Ascalon...."

Erlan jumped down from the branch, a crow flew over, and the person disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 75: Holy Cloth

In the Ascalon region, Saladin's troops besieging Baldwin IV were actually not many, with only 26,000 people. However, in this era and in this region, they were already considered a strong military force. The current Saladin It only took about 27,000 people to move forward.

There are still about 4,000 soldiers in the hands of Baldwin IV, including cavalry. If he really wants to break out, it is not impossible. After all, Saladin allowed these troops besieging Aldwin IV to plunder the surroundings. This is As a result, the soldiers surrounding Baldwin IV were actually scattered to a certain extent and did not form the strongest encirclement.

It's just that no matter how many times Baldwin IV led his troops to charge, there was always one person who used special means to stand in front of him. If Baldwin IV was not mistaken, that person was also holding a sacred object.

But the specific holy object is not yet certain.

In the Ascalon area, where Saladin's troops were stationed, an officer was wearing religious clothing, but the religious clothing looked extremely bloated. However, although it was bloated, in this guy's eyes, it was a treasure.

But even though he was like this, he was still a little unhappy in his heart. The reason was that few people would say complimentary words to him in front of him.

The reason is also very simple, that is, he has a large number of coffins piled here. Others don't know why the officer asked them to put all the bodies of the fallen soldiers in coffins and march with the army.

Looking at the empty room, the officer sighed. It was also his fault that he could not fully display the power of the holy object. Otherwise, why would these soldiers regard him as a person with strange habits and not treat him To worship it as the Holy Son is to underestimate this sacred object!

He shook his head, and the fat on his face and chin swayed like jelly with this movement. The hand with the gem ring grabbed his cane from the side, and the other hand supported the table slightly. He stood up with difficulty. After his fat body left the chair, the whole chair made a sound of relief.

Although I really want to sit here and eat and drink today, it is also pleasant to wait until night, lie on the bed with one or two books, quietly savor the elegance of words, and spend every day bravely. However, it is a pity that this happy and lazy life during this period will never happen to me.

The reason is very simple. If there were not those letters on the table, the content of these letters spread out on the table would naturally be the news that people who were related to him and belonged to the same organization were assassinated one by one. To be honest, at this moment This fat man regretted a little, and his usual behavior was a bit too arrogant.

Their behavior was too arrogant, how could they be picked out from the crowd so easily? The other bunch of bastards were still hiding quietly in the crowd, watching their jokes.

The fat man frowned, with a hint of evil flashing in his eyes. Those damned guys who are hiding so well must be laughing at those of them who are looking for sacred objects in such a big way! Now that they are being targeted by an unknown assassin, they might be assassinated at some point. At this time, how can they have the energy to fight for the rights within the team?

But unlike those who directly lost their lives, I found the holy object early, but didn't take it out. Now I just use this holy object to save my life.

As long as he can eliminate the unknown assassin, his status in the organization will rise straight up.

The obese man took out a piece of cloth that exuded golden light from his arms. On the white cloth, there was a faint shadow of a person lying on his back, which proved what this sacred thing should be called - the Holy Spirit. The burial cloth, to be more precise, this is the holy burial cloth of the Son of Jesus.

In the religious world, this should be regarded as a sacred object, but unfortunately, it is not directly related to God, so this sacred object cannot be used as a medium to summon gods in their organization.

But that's fine, if it weren't for the fact that the level of this holy object was not high enough, he wouldn't be able to keep it in his hands.

Coming outside the room, there were several coffins with their lids opened. The extremely simple wooden coffins naturally contained fallen soldiers.

After seeing the soldier whose body was slightly smelly and whose death was ugly, the obese man couldn't help but cover his nose with his sleeves. He couldn't hide the look of disgust on his face.

cut! If it wasn't for survival, how could he let these dirty things enter his garden.

"Hmph! Be lucky that you losers who died on the battlefield are lucky enough to receive such an honor..."

The fat man's tone was gritted, but he couldn't help but also regretted why he couldn't use this sacred power perfectly.

He reluctantly unfolded the holy cloth, and finally gently covered the corpse. Then the holy cloth emitted a bright light. The corpse lying in the coffin suddenly took a deep breath and cooperated. The white cloth covering his body looked extremely terrifying.

finished!

The holy cloth was quickly pulled aside. The soldier who had been fatally wounded by the sword and showed signs of decay actually sat up. His eyes were still cloudy and lifeless, and he still looked like a dead person. Even the slight twisting of the neck seems to have exceeded the limits of the human body.

Although dead, the body will no longer rot. The undead army has no soul and will only obey the orders of its master. It may not be as flexible as it was in life, but it has definitely inherited the strength it had in life.

Look at the thousands of coffins placed here. He even specifically retrieved the bodies of his assassinated companions in the organization. They will all become his bodyguards!

Even if he does not have a sacred object that can directly communicate with God, this object alone is enough to make him a leader in the organization.

This is still half of the power of this holy cloth. After all, its real power is to resurrect the dead. When I looked for this treasure, I also wanted to see if it could make me immortal. As long as I had unlimited time, what would be the result? What about those who can’t plan?

Because this body that was wandering between life and death lay back in the coffin, the fat man walked towards the other coffin, "Assassin? I hope you don't hit my hand, otherwise you will become a sharp blade that can be manipulated in my hand." "

Chapter 76: Abnormal movement of the left arm

"Ah sneeze——!!"

Erlan rubbed his nose, looked at the bits of white snow falling from the sky, and then looked at the black cloth cloak wrapped around him. Then he held his chin with his hand, wondering if he had caught a cold. He would stand on his own in the future. After that, it is indeed necessary to uniformly dress a little, but at the same time, it must not be so simple.

Irlan once complained before Mr. Wang Hassan's temple that the Order had no artistic talent. All the clothes worn by the assassins were directly covered with a layer of black cloth. That was the end, although it was said to be light. , convenient for movement, but no matter how you look at it, people will mistakenly think that the assassin is poor!

Irlan remembered that when he sneaked into a town, in order to gather information, he squatted in the downtown area, closed his eyes and quietly felt the hearing and vision he shared. As a result, a little girl threw a coin directly. Considered an exiled beggar.

Irlan was indeed shocked at first, thinking that his aura masking had failed! At the time, he still remembered what the previous generation Hassan said: If his aura is suddenly exposed during a mission, he is not a qualified assassin, but will lose his head unknowingly.

At the beginning, Mr. Hassan deliberately put his face in front of him, "I heard that there was a Hassan who exposed his aura on the way, so he was found beheaded the next day."

At that time, Irlan was still frightened, covering his neck, and spent the whole day like this.

Later, when I observed and followed the little girl, I discovered that the little girl was not an ordinary person at all. Perhaps she was a kind of magic eye. It seemed that no people, objects or details could be hidden in the little girl's eyes.

Erlan felt the slight coolness on the tip of her nose caused by the melting of falling snowflakes. She quickly pulled back from her thoughts and gently touched her chin.

Speaking of which, the city where the little girl is located has been swept by war. Do you want to go back and look for it later? That child seems to be very suitable to become an assassin. Of course, I will not force a little girl into the assassin's way...

While spreading his thoughts, Erlan easily stepped on a thin layer of ice. He had already crossed the ice before the ice broke. As long as he crossed this stream, he would soon reach his destination. The ground is gone.

He stepped on the fallen leaves with his feet and ran past at a high speed but there was no sound of the dead leaves breaking. However, suddenly Irlan stopped on a stone and widened his eyes slightly. His hair and cloak were still because of the The inertia floated forward for a few minutes. Irlan stabilized his body and then raised his left hand.

The arm that has absorbed the power of the Ten Commandments is getting faintly hot at the moment. What does it seem to be foreshadowing?

The words one after another on the gray arm also emitted a faint golden light, and it seemed that the continuously wrapped bandages with seals could not completely cover them up.

And there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling coming from his arm, quite inexplicable, as if a dream suddenly flashed through his mind, but he couldn't grasp the source. What does this feel like? It's as if I, as an old father, want to use my left arm to teach my bastard son a lesson!

But he was only 11 years old, where could he have such a bastard son? Don't think that you are an adult because your hands are stained with the blood of a lot of people because you are a tough assassin! ! It's illegal to appear in some unexplainable comics at your age! !

I don't have the ability to be a father or something...Ilan paused, glanced down, and then touched his chin, oh, maybe he has it——

What a joke! Can this stuff be said and broadcast here? !

Reaching out to grab his left arm, he poured magic power into the bandage wrapped around his left arm to activate the bandage with a sealing effect. He didn't have much magic power, so he couldn't keep the seal of the bandage all the time, but on his own When his arm starts to riot, activate the bandage to calm it down.

When I came to the outskirts of a village, I saw that there was no smoke rising from the village, and I realized that this village was probably inhabited by soldiers from Saladin's army who had plundered the village. I had already avoided many soldiers. Now that they are close to their destination, they need to collect more intelligence. In this case, they do not intend to let this group of soldiers go.

Tie them all up and get some information!

Beating up and tying up these soldiers is not a difficult task. It would be better to say that for Irlan now, he has already been accepted. After all, he has been solving the members of the mysterious organization during this period. , in order to understand the true situation of these members, he also knocked out many soldiers. Now he has already mastered the skills of how to knock out a soldier without leaving any sequelae.

It is precisely because of this that there are not a few soldiers who survived Ilan's hands, and Ilan's "name" spread so quickly.

Ilan knew that his investigation method would definitely attract attention, and would definitely bring him into the eyes of most people. In the future, he would establish an assassin organization. If he kept his promise and contract, he would be more powerful than those killer organizations that killed everyone. It is said that the difficulty of executing the task will inevitably increase, or even double, but it is not these that Irlan is interested in.

It didn't take a night at all, just an hour. All Saladin's soldiers staying in this village had their limbs tied and hung in the air.

Irlan stood in the shadow, with only the iron mask reflecting the light. The black cloak made him almost blend into the shadow. He held a small book in his hand, which he spent a lot of money to get from the East. A paper notebook bought from the country.

After the paper was strengthened with a special potion in the religious order, it was used by myself as a record of information. Now this notebook records the information spoken by these soldiers.

According to the word "coffin" highlighted by him in the information, Irlan's face under the mask wrinkled together. This time, I am afraid that what he has to face is not a third-rate magician.

He turned around and stuck the small mechanism he had made on the ropes that tied these people. As for what this small mechanism was used for, of course it was to cut the ropes after one day so that these soldiers would not be left alive here. of starvation.

"Pray that you don't appear in front of me again."

After saying that, there was no trace of Irlan in the room.

Chapter 77: City of the Living Dead

After leaving the room, Irlan was not in a hurry to find his target directly. Instead, he found an unoccupied house and spread out the map of his home in his notebook. Of course, his notebook recorded more than just the enemy. Fang's intelligence, as well as clues about the corpses of the previous old Hassan and the two assassins that he had been looking for.

As a hero, Saladin hated the Old Man of the Mountain group, but he did not do anything insulting to the corpse of the assassin who came to assassinate him.

Of course, it's impossible to bury them. Among the clues I received, the bodies of the three seniors seemed to have been recovered by a body collector in Saladin's team.

Combined with the intelligence he had just obtained, this time the target was carrying a large number of simple coffins, and relatively complete corpses of soldiers were also collected along the way. So can he make a bold guess about the corpses of the three seniors he wants to retrieve? This is where it ends up flowing.

But what is this guy doing collecting so many corpses? Necromancer?

Since ancient times, necromancers should have been rejected by people. Is such a person really a person who believes in God?

Ilan quickly arrived at the location of his target. As soon as he climbed the city wall, the coffins placed throughout the small city caught Ilan's attention. These shabby-looking coffins were made of simple materials at first glance. Made of wooden boards, it is more of a container than a coffin.

At the same time, the faint breathing sound coming from the air was extremely strange. How could this seemingly empty city have such strange breathing sounds! It's almost like... like a withered corpse thirsting for fresh air!

Thinking of this, Ilan immediately launched his hook towards a tattered coffin in the city. At the same time, he shared his finger senses and pinched the tattered wooden frame. With the sound of splintering wood, the wooden coffin box shattered directly, and the steel claws were retracted.

The being lying in the simple wooden box was directly exposed in front of Irlan. It was a person wearing armor. There was obviously a metal tear wound on the armor. His body was fatally injured. He simply tied the wound with a hemp rope. Binding is definitely a dead existence.

It's just that this existence that is definitely dead is still breathing at this moment!

It is obvious that the blood in the body is no longer enough to transport the so-called oxygen, and the wound at the heart is still so clear, it is almost as if the dead are imitating the behavior of the living.

Looking at the simple coffins that covered the entire city, Irlan felt for a moment that he had come to some kind of hell of the living dead. Is this really something that can be seen in the human world?

This is completely different from the blood on the battlefield. Rivers of blood in war are not uncommon in this era, but the feeling now is a bit silent and terrifying.

Ilan raised his right hand. The hidden sword at the wrist of his right hand had already been modified. When it became a hidden sword, it could also fire a hidden arrow. It was aimed directly at the head of the living dead in front of him. The hidden arrow in his hand was fired directly, and then directly It penetrated the head of the living dead, but the body of the living dead only trembled, like a muscle reaction.

There was no blood flowing from his forehead, and his whole body showed no unnecessary reaction except for the muscle tremble just now, as if the breathing brought no unnecessary reaction at all.

Ilan frowned, then jumped forward slightly and landed firmly on the ground without making any sound. Feeling the breathing in the wooden boxes around him, Ilan couldn't help but slow down. He stopped breathing, on the one hand to reduce his sense of existence, and on the other hand the whole air was filled with the smell of rotten flesh.

Although I really want to find the body of my old man here, I still want to find out what is going on first, especially when walking in this area, my left arm begins to feel faintly warm again.

This made Erlan squeeze his left arm involuntarily.

Irlan did not pause in the middle and walked all the way towards the most luxurious house in this town. After assassinating so many people, the members of this organization had almost figured out some rules, that is, these guys really knew how to enjoy life.

This city is not a luxury city in a luxurious area. There are very few houses that can satisfy the members of that organization and enjoy life. So where should I go? There is no need to conduct too much investigation. Come to the periphery of the house and place yourself there. Sharing the sight and sound of the house, Irlan soon had his sights set on his target.

Relying on the steel rope in his hand, he reached the position he chose, then kicked open the window. He rolled over and grabbed the fat man in front with his right hand. The target was of course the fat man's throat. Then he just needed to close his palms. The hidden sword will directly pierce the fat man's throat, even though the fat man's neck is wrapped with a ring of fat and fat.