Mount and Blade Central Asia

Muir was an experienced knight. Just by looking at the leisurely Taoist priest from the Ming Dynasty, Li Rufeng and Princess Parisa who were protected by the guards, and Li Rufeng's dissatisfied glance, he knew that he had not performed well enough in this emergency.

But looking at the flaming magic sword in Li Rufeng's hand, Muel, as the Knight of the Eagle of Order, was unwilling to step forward to ease the relationship between the two sides and could only remain silent.

Although the Eagle of Order has always adhered to a secluded policy and minimized contact with secular rulers in various places, they are still human beings after all and need to eat, drink water, sleep and breathe.

It is impossible for them to completely isolate themselves from the influence of the secular world, and whether a knight can successfully complete his mission often depends on whether the local lord is close enough to give them convenience.

To be honest, the first impression between Li Rufeng and Muir was not very good.

When Li Rufeng first met Mueller, he came as a savior. In addition, he and Haishar were too familiar with each other, and the mystery of the so-called Eagle of Order Knights had long dissipated. He did not think these Eagle of Order Knights were so special, so Li Rufeng felt that since he had saved them, they should at least say thank you to him.

In this regard, Brother Mengjiang was very adaptable. He not only expressed his gratitude to Li Rufeng, but also explained why he appeared here.

But Muel was different. He felt at the time that Haishar was too close to this pagan and alien lord, which violated the principles of the Eagle of Order.

Secondly, Muell insisted that a person who could enter and leave the wizard tower at will and kill dark wizards at will was definitely not an ordinary person. This suspicion reached its peak after Li Rufeng stubbornly sheltered a large number of remaining dark wizards.

Muel finally wrote down everything he saw and heard in Mosul, as well as his suspicion of Li Rufeng and his distrust of Haishar, in a secret letter and submitted it to the Eagle of Order's castle in Isfahan.

That's why Haishar was transferred away. During this period of time, Mueller has been secretly investigating Li Rufeng's deeds, including this time when Li Rufeng went to Baghdad, Mueller also secretly followed him.

It can only be said that this group of Knights of the Eagle of Order are indeed good at this. Muel managed to avoid all of Li Rufeng's reconnaissance, but after this trip, Muel became even more suspicious of Li Rufeng.

However, Muel was willing to swear to God that he had absolutely no intention of disregarding Li Rufeng's life this time. It was just that as an experienced knight, Muel knew very well that with his own strength and without proper equipment, he was no match for the followers of the Four Wind Gods.

He just didn't expect that someone could do what he couldn't do.

There was a sudden flash of light in the room, followed by a loud roar. A Ming man with a charred face and smoke coming out of his body staggered out of the room and spat at Qiu Fucheng's feet.

"Old Taoist priest, you really want to kill me in there too, right?" Weng Guo opened his mouth and a puff of black smoke came out of it. It was the aftereffect of the burning of his five internal organs.

Only Taoist priests who follow the laws of nature can use the extremely powerful Five Thunders Method with ease. Although unconventional methods like Weng Guo can force the use of the method with the help of talismans, they will have to endure the backlash.

"I told you, try not to use it if you can. What's the difference between that and setting off firecrackers indoors?" Qiu Fucheng walked forward with a distressed expression and helped Weng Guo brush off the dust on his body. As a result, the dispersed dust caused both of them to cough.

What made Qiu Fucheng sad was that he couldn't keep his talisman. That was his trump card for Weng Guo. If Weng Guo didn't use it, he could get it back.

But who is Weng Guo? He is a talent who has fought his way through the Jinyiwei. Even if a beautiful woman entered the Jinyiwei, she would learn to take bribes within three months, not to mention Weng Guo, a northern barbarian.

He had already gained the upper hand in the fight with the monster. Although the opponent was strong and had great recovery ability, he could not withstand the monster who only used brute force and had no fighting skills at all. He was just a monster at the level of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

Weng Guo was confident that he could chop off the opponent's limbs in just an incense stick of time, leaving the opponent with no power to fight back. However, Weng Guo found it troublesome, and looking at this strange thing with unknown sexual characteristics but a charming tone, he really didn't want to fight with it in close combat.

This impulse became even more uncontrollable after Weng Guo was accidentally licked on the back of his hand. Of course, Weng Guo would never admit that he was particularly curious about the power of the thunder talisman.

At most, he admitted that he would write a separate report afterwards to report on his experience using the thunder talisman, its power, and its convenience. These old Taoist priests usually kept the thunder talismans tightly covered and were unwilling to show them to others. The court had long wanted to investigate their details.

"Is it solved?" Li Rufeng also walked forward, pulled Weng Guo, and looked into the room curiously. He saw only a charred corpse lying on the ground. The night wind blew in, and flame patterns appeared on the corpse. A flame rose inside. It must be dead.

"If it's still alive, let's pack up and run away." Weng Guo coughed a few more times in a somewhat embarrassed manner and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. This was not because he was pretending to be pitiful and seeking credit in front of Li Rufeng, he was really injured internally.

"Then I'll stab it twice more!" Li Rufeng didn't want to waste time, so he walked into his bedroom accompanied by the old Taoist priest Qiu Fucheng.

Mueller and his group also followed in. Li Rufeng glanced at them and didn't stop them, but he didn't say anything either.

"They're the followers of the Dark Pink Wind!" Muel sniffed around the room and whispered to his companions, reminding Li Rufeng, "They're the best at disguise."

He had limited knowledge of Li Rufeng, only knowing that Li Rufeng had been assassinated once by followers of Daifenzhifeng.

Muel always felt that as a "mortal", even as a user of miracle power, Li Rufeng had dealt with the believers of the Four Wind God too many times, as if he was attracting these believers of the Four Wind God.

Li Rufeng rolled his eyes. Didn't he know this was a follower of Daifenzhifeng? The other party had just shown him the basket and swung it at him. If this person wasn't a follower of Daifenzhifeng, he would believe in Buddhism and eat only vegetarian food from now on!

After Qiu Fucheng was sure that it was safe, Li Rufeng patted Princess Parisa's hand, signaling her not to worry, and then walked forward and thrust a sword into the chest of the corpse!

The corpse suddenly began to struggle, and its burnt throat let out a shrill scream!

It is still alive!

Chapter 690: Let’s go to the bridal chamber!

"You cannot refuse the gift of my Lord forever. Love and desire are all the domain of my Lord. We will meet again. I will not be so merciful next time..." Pi'er's charred hands tightly grasped the blade of the magic sword, not caring about his burned hands at all.

The thunder containing the power of faith had already severely damaged her. Even if Li Rufeng had not come to finish her off, Bi'er would not have been able to hold on for a few minutes.

She clearly felt that her body in this world was disintegrating bit by bit. Even though the gift from the Dark Pink Wind was constantly restoring this body, it was still unable to reverse this trend.

But this did not prevent Pior from saying a few harsh words before returning.

She is a follower of Daifenzhifeng. As long as there are people in this world who worship carnal desires and indulge in the pleasures of both sexes, she will come back sooner or later.

"Go to hell!" Princess Parisa placed her hand on the back of Li Rufeng's hand, and the two of them worked together to thrust the magic sword into Pi'er's body.

After letting out a final scream, Peor finally closed his eyes...

"Wait, I have one last thing to say!" Pi'er suddenly opened his eyes and said stubbornly in a weak voice, "How on earth did you see through my disguise? As the saying goes, a dying man speaks kind words. I'm almost dead now, you can't bear to let me close my eyes with regrets!"

What made Li Rufeng feel his scalp tingling was that Bi'er's last sentence was directly in Chinese. It was obvious that in the invisible connection between him and Daifenzhifeng, he was also constantly obtaining news about the Ming Dynasty.

Weng Guo made a cutting-neck gesture to Li Rufeng. Working in the Imperial Guard, he naturally knew that there was absolutely no benefit in communicating too much with these believers of the Four Wind Gods.

Almost every believer in the Four Wind Gods has a set of theories that can justify themselves. In the Ming Dynasty, these believers of evil gods would even disguise themselves as great Confucian scholars and actively debate with others. Many decent citizens began to degenerate step by step because they thought that what the other party said made some sense.

Fortunately, Master Li was a master of rhetoric. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in Pi'er's ear, "Your body odor is too strong. I smelled it as soon as I entered the room."

As the saying goes, truth and lies, truly brilliant lies are often hidden in the truth, and the same is true for Mr. Li.

He naturally would not point out that he was reminded by the old shaman and opened his third eye to see through Vior's disguise, but he did smell the scent coming from Vior.

Women of this era all had some body odor to a greater or lesser extent. Not only were their personal hygiene habits difficult to compare with those of later generations, but their channels for obtaining vitamins and proteins were also incomparable with those of later generations.

Even the little maid Satuya, who was deeply loved by Li Rufeng, had some smell on her body, but Li Rufeng had lived in the tribe for several years and had already adapted to it.

Only Princess Parisa had never had to worry about food and clothing since childhood, and was almost imprisoned in a high tower, isolated from the worldly atmosphere. In addition, her blood came from the inhuman Lord Milansha, so she had no smell on her body.

Upon hearing this, Pi'er immediately revealed an expression of despair, and said sincerely, "Chop off my head, and I will die completely. Send me off for the last time, my love. After all, we have experienced a wedding night together! I will come back to you soon, and I promise to be flawless by then."

Once this thing sticks to you, you can’t get rid of it, right?

Li Rufeng gave Princess Parisa a look, then drew out the magic sword and cut off the demon's head with one blow, bringing the matter to a conclusion.

"Sir, please let us take this body away and deal with it." Muel, who had never had any chance to show off, walked forward and looked at the body of the Daifenfeng's followers on the ground, and said with a stiff face.

He didn't know what means that Mingren used to kill a dependent of this level with one blow, but judging from the scene alone, the other party must have a powerful military force far beyond his own.

This is a situation that the Eagle of Order rarely encounters. After all, under normal circumstances, they are the experts in dealing with the pollution of the Four Wind Gods, rather than just being a spectator and watching everything happen before their eyes.

Li Rufeng has no plans to turn against the Order Enforcement Organization for the time being, but as a lord with growing strength, he does not need to give too much face to these Eagles of Order.

"Will the corpses you play with be useful?" Li Rufeng asked Weng Guo and Qiu Fucheng.

Qiu Fucheng shook his head in disdain and said bluntly, "This kind of filth would require two kilograms of sulfur to burn even if it were used for a fire. If these people were willing to help deal with it, it would save a lot of trouble."

Weng Guo nodded in agreement. As a spy of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he naturally did not let go of the Order Eagle organization. Through Li Rufeng's channels, he at least knew that this group of Order Eagles were semi-professionals in this area.

Qiu Fucheng also learned about the information about the Eagle of Order from Weng Guo, so he felt very at ease when sharing the burden.

"In that case, I'll leave this body to you." Li Rufeng waved his hand and let Mueller and the others deal with the body as they pleased.

Princess Parisa opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately gave up the idea.

She vaguely remembered that the last person she saw before she lost consciousness was the nun she trusted the most, and the corpse of the monster in front of her should be the same person.

Princess Parisa thought it would be best to dispose of the body according to Christian rituals, but then she gave up the idea. After all, the other party was no longer pious.

"Please keep what happened tonight a secret. I don't want it to cause a big uproar tomorrow." Li Rufeng clapped his hands and said to the people around him.

He naturally trusted his personal guards, and most of the Ming people present could not speak the same language as the locals. After all, only a few Eagles of Order could be considered outsiders. This sentence was obviously directed at them.

The master and disciple behind Mueller obviously realized the distrust in Li Rufeng's words, and their expressions changed slightly, but Mueller remained silent and swallowed the bitter fruit of the disharmonious relationship between the two sides.

The reason why the Eagle of Order can survive in this land is not only because of its secluded policy of not interfering with the secular world, but also because it has always played the role of protector.

Not every ruler is like the great conqueror, who is surrounded by elites from all over the world. In fact, most rulers find it difficult to cope with the troubles caused by the power of miracles. It is the Eagle of Order organization that constantly puts out these flames like firefighters.

Now, Li Rufeng obviously has someone around him who can solve these problems. Even Li Rufeng himself is a user of the power of miracles, and he has no need for the Eagle of Order organization.

The two sides can be equal allies or enemies.

For the first time, Muel felt that maybe he had done something wrong. Li Rufeng had at least proved in the liberation of Mosul and tonight's incident that he had nothing to do with the Blue Wind and the Dark Pink Wind.

It was also mentioned in Hayshar's previous letters that this shaman who believed in Eternal Sky once fought against the Plague Knights who believed in the Green Wind in Aleppo and ended the spread of the plague in Syria.

Now only the Scarlet Wind was left. Mueller looked at the shining, flaming magic sword in Li Rufeng's hand with some fear.

The Eagle of Order organization naturally knew something about the magic sword. They even acted as supervisors at the sealing ceremony that year. This was also the most unbearable memory in Muel's heart.

He felt that the Eagle of Order had chosen to retreat in the face of Timur's power and had failed to fulfill its long-standing vow to eradicate all evil.

But now the magic sword was like an ordinary weapon, held in Li Rufeng's hand and used at will. Even the daughter of the great prince could not do this.

Muel even suspected that even the Great Lord Milansha in his heyday could not do this. Every time he tried to control the power from the scarlet wind, he would become bloodthirsty and crazy.

"We will make sure this body is purified." Muel finally bowed slightly to Li Rufeng to show his respect.

Just as the Eagle of Order acquiesced to Timur's privileges back then, the more mature Muel now has to restrain his suspicion of Li Rufeng and maintain the relationship between the two sides until there is solid evidence.

It is an undeniable fact that with the support of the Ming Dynasty, this shaman will soon become one of the new overlords of this land.

"It's too late today, so let's stop here first. Everyone, let's discuss this matter tomorrow." Li Rongfeng yawned and put one hand around Princess Parisa's waist. With the other hand, he drew a complex trajectory with the magic sword in a cool manner, and ordered them to leave.

Tonight is his wedding night, and he hasn't done his real business yet!

"I wonder if Lord Li needs something to liven up the atmosphere. I do have some knowledge in this area." The old Taoist priest Qiu Fucheng replied with a smile, pretending to take something out.

Li Rufeng immediately pulled Princess Parisa and turned to walk away, making gestures as he walked, hinting to Qiu Fucheng, next time, definitely next time!

Chapter 691 A new era

A night of spring is worth a thousand gold. Although it is not the first time for Mr. Li to break his fast, it is the first time for the princess after all.

To be honest, this sense of accomplishment was far more direct for Li Rufeng than his conquests, defeating countless enemies, and establishing a "country" for himself.

After all, all of this was pushed Li Rufeng to this point for survival and for the sake of other people in the tribe. The young man who tried to place an order for a princess for himself from Mengge was the original wish of Master Li.

Now the young man's wish has come true. Princess Parisa, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, is both beautiful and resilient. She is truly the best in the world, so amazing that Li Rufeng did not appear in front of others until after noon the next day.

"Congratulations!" Weng Guo bowed to Li Rufeng with an expression that only men could understand.

"I'm planning to start refining the elixir tonight and try out these new herbs. Lord Li, you might as well come and observe. I heard that shamans have also inherited a lot of pharmacological knowledge. We can learn from each other and make progress together." Qiu Fucheng's words were much more tactful, and Li Rufeng nodded in agreement.

"I dare not. I am a latecomer and I still need to learn more from the seniors." Li Rufeng could not hide the smile on his face.

Everyone here attending the meeting today is basically all the people on Li Rufeng's side who are related to the power of miracles.

In addition to Weng Guo and Qiu Fucheng from the Ming Dynasty envoys, there were also two official knights of the Eagle of Order, including Muel.

Further down were religious figures, with several imams headed by Muhaya sitting aside. Except for Muhaya who had a smile on his face, the expressions of the others were more or less serious. It was obvious that they had not yet made up their minds about how to face Li Rufeng.

Opposite Muheya was Sister Vereesa, who was dressed in a black robe and stood alone. Her face was filled with fatigue and sadness. After the accident last night, she was the only one left in the group of nuns who had originally accompanied Princess Parisa.

In a short period of time, the nun didn't know what to do in the future. The nun who fell in love with Daifen was the "rising star" she brought out from the monastery in the Trabzon Empire.

Now that the rising star is gone, Sister Vereesa can no longer bear this responsibility, and on the other hand, she can no longer trust her colleagues.

With the great split in the Holy See, these local dioceses, which were not valued in the past, have been having a hard time. Sister Vereesa and the Crusader forces behind the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre are not from the same faction, and have been trying to isolate each other from their influence on Princess Parisa.

But now it seemed that she had no other recourse but to seek help from the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

The coward standing in the most remote corner, almost curled up into a ball, was the orthodox dark wizard, Misia Meyers.

He was the last one to arrive, and he was timid when he came in. If Li Rufeng had not been staring at Muel, the two Knights of the Eagle of Order would have been planning to draw their swords and fight each other directly.

But Li Rufeng's magic sword that was directly inserted into the ground, as well as the personal guards who were on guard around them, calmed them down a lot.

The ten guards closest to Li Rufeng were holding muskets from the Ming Dynasty. The power of that weapon had been witnessed by the people of Mosul when Li Rufeng was paraded through the streets before.

Even Mueller couldn't guarantee that he could dodge such an attack, not to mention that in the current situation, resorting to violence in front of Li Rufeng would only deepen the misunderstanding between the two sides.

"My lord, please be wary of these black warriors. After all, their power comes from the blue wind." Muel finally spoke to remind Li Rufeng.

What Muel didn't know was that the cooperation between Li Rufeng and the Blue Wind was actually much deeper than he thought. These dark wizards were just abandoned children by the Blue Wind. It was Seyib, who was not present today, who was the Blue Wind believer of the new era.

According to Misia himself, ever since the liberation of Mosul, the miraculous power he could command had been weakening, with the success rate of his spells dropping from 70% to 80% to 30% to 40%.

You have to know that Misia was once one of the tower masters, and even his spellcasting success rate fell below 50%. Naturally, other dark wizards were even worse.

And these witchcrafts from the Blue Wind all require a price. The more practical the spell, the greater the price required. From one's own blood, memory, and soul to the related sacrifices made by others, all of these mean that these spells are expensive.

As the success rate of spell casting dropped significantly, the cost-effectiveness of these witchcrafts was decreasing exponentially, which almost destroyed the foundation of the existence of dark wizards from the root.

At least most of those who were enlightened in their dreams to become apprentices of dark wizards gave up the idea of ​​further venturing into the field of witchcraft. No one wanted to risk the world's condemnation and end up with a high probability of failure.

"I know, I know my limits." Li Rufeng nodded, and his attitude towards Muir still seemed a little indifferent.

Maybe Haishar was too honest. The more Li Rufeng understood the Eagle of Order, the more he felt that the organization was somewhat hypocritical.

The followers of the Green Wind have almost controlled half of the Mamluk Empire, and Sultan Nasir has almost openly recruited Plague Knights as his vanguard.