Mount and Blade Central Asia

"Get out of the way! I heard that there are wizards offering blood sacrifices to the evil gods in there. We have to smash them!" Li Rufeng took advantage of the darkness so that his face could not be seen clearly, pulled out his scimitar, and threatened the group from behind.

Perhaps he had thought of something. When the Persian officer stood up from the ground, he waved away his left and right hands, looked at them jokingly, and then made a gesture of invitation: "I won't stop you from going to die, but before you die, you'd better show me the token!"

Upon hearing this, Jitalehun breathed a sigh of relief and took out the token directly, intending to get away with it by following the words agreed upon by the contact person.

But at the moment when Jatalehun took out the token, the Persian soldier on the opposite side suddenly drew out a dagger and stabbed it into the old soldier's stomach, and the officer immediately picked up the whistle and was about to blow it.

As the intruder, Jatalehun was very cooperative. Li Rufeng just reacted, but other Mughals who were really accustomed to fighting on the battlefield had already made a more direct response.

It is estimated that all the people in the city of Martin will have to be sacrificed to the Blue Wind, and this must include these literate wizards.

Moreover, this magic sword has proven time and again that it is not only extremely sharp and tough, but also ruthless to the creations of the other four wind gods and has a special attack effect.

In full view of the crowd, Master Li, wearing two layers of armor and protected by his personal guards, strode towards the door and drew out his magic sword.

It has to be said that the size of this Iberian two-handed sword still had a certain visual impact in the eyes of these cavalrymen who had been playing with sabers and bows since childhood. Especially when the magic sword came out and the flames that arose without wind instantly enveloped the blade, many Mughals immediately lowered their heads and dared not look directly at it.

"Tengger said that all witchcraft that isn't used for the right purpose is evil and should be scorned and rejected by the world." Because this thing had an illicit origin, Li Rufeng didn't dare to brag directly that the sword was sent down from the Eternal Heaven. However, he flattered himself from another angle and said, "Today, I'm going to break the miasma!"

Pooh!

Li Rufeng spat at the door and before anyone else could react, he stabbed inside with a sword.

Wow!

Everyone could hear clearly a sound like breaking glass coming from inside the door. The space inside the door suddenly became turbulent like boiling water, and the next second it disappeared, revealing the true scene inside.

A huge mirror was standing less than half a meter away from the door. It had been pierced by Li Rufeng's magic sword and the mirror surface was shattered all over the ground.

The inside of the door was not as dark as they had seen. On the contrary, a large number of torches and candles, reflected by the ubiquitous mirrors, made the entire hall brightly lit.

Several dark wizards wearing black robes and looking similar to Azadirim were dipping their hands in blood and drawing complex and mysterious runes on the open space in the center of the hall. Dozens of corpses were casually discarded in a corner of the monastery. The blood on the ground had formed puddles, and sand had to be piled up into a palm-high dam to block it.

The soldier who had rushed into the monastery first was now standing less than twenty meters away from the gate. A dark wizard covered his face with his palm and led him towards the pile of corpses.

Several soldiers in armor, looking like puppets, stood a few meters apart, turning a deaf ear to what was happening here.

Li Rufeng's sudden appearance made the originally well-organized dark wizards suddenly stunned. At this time, a piece of broken glass peeled off from the frame, fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The crisp and loud sound broke the silent show.

The dark wizards looked at the large group of Mongols at the door and suddenly realized that the one who had just drunkenly wandered in was not a drunkard. They immediately fell into a dilemma. On one side was the sacrificial ceremony that they had paid a huge price to complete, and on the other side were the fully armed Mongolian soldiers, their palms and backs of their hands were made of flesh...

The Mughals had just recovered from the shock of the deception and hesitated for a moment when they saw the strange and terrifying scene inside.

Only the personal guards under Li Rufeng, once they entered the battlefield, they became the extension of Li Rufeng's will and were ruthless killing machines...Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, after all, he still had to consider the morale issue.

At this moment, the system was reminding Li Rufeng: Your soldiers are panicking after witnessing the existence of witchcraft. Morale -3, current morale 52 (base value 50, affected by recent events +3.3, affected by the commander's personal attributes +6.4, food penalty -0, long march -2, bad weather -3, sneaking into enemy-occupied cities -2)

If Li Rufeng had time to click on the impact of the recent event, he would see that he used the magic sword to break the wizard's witchcraft, providing a morale bonus of 3.0, which completely offset the impact of the enemy's witchcraft and earned an extra 0.3. When added to the 0.4 morale brought by his personal attributes, it was rounded up to one place, taking advantage of the system's 0.3 morale data.

Therefore, at this time, the morale of Li Rufeng's personal guards still maintained a normal level and was not affected by many unfavorable factors.

Under Li Rufeng's will, they were fearless and divided into two groups. Fifteen people crossed the friendly forces and divided into three teams to rush towards the black wizards in different directions. The other five people took out their short bows without hesitation, put arrows on the strings, followed behind and squeezed into the door, shooting arrows at the wizards who were drawing magic circles.

There were less than ten dark wizards in the hall. Li Rufeng took a quick look and made sure none of them were left out. He followed one of the five-man teams and approached the nearest dark wizard.

Li Rufeng's target was the black wizard who controlled the Mongol soldiers. Faced with the Mongol soldiers whose reaction was obviously faster than his opponent, the black wizard suddenly panicked. Not only did he let go of the target in his hand, but he also accidentally stepped on the tail of his robe while retreating, tripping himself to the ground.

I knew this day would come for you robe lovers sooner or later!

In line with the idea of ​​taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill him, the "shields" in front of Li Rufeng immediately made way for a passage, allowing Shaman Rufeng to quickly approach the target.

Li Rufeng swung his sword and hit the black wizard on the shoulder. The blade penetrated into his body as deep as a palm, but because he did not estimate the distance well, the tip of the sword created a spark on the ground, which made Li's hands numb.

At this moment, Li Rufeng's heart was filled with resentment. This kind of weapon was not used for a long time to kill people, it was really not as good as picking up a stick on the ground. It could neither stab quickly nor open wide.

A big chop.

But the one who held even more resentment was the black wizard lying on the ground. He howled in agony, twitching in pain but unable to die. Li Rufeng had to step on his chest to pull out the sword, causing secondary cutting damage in the process, making the opponent struggle even harder.

Then, Li Rufeng placed the tip of his sword against the opponent's throat and pressed his chest against the weighted ball on the hilt, finally defeating the enemy. The whole process was neither smooth nor beautiful, more like an old farmer hoeing the fields...

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Author's Note: There will be another chapter soon

Chapter 139 Caught up!

"Damn it! Where did these barbarians come from!" Comlan Urbis, who was drawing a sacrificial circle, roared angrily and threw the bowl full of human blood to the ground. A ring on his finger broke instantly, and an arrow flying towards him was affected by the air flow disturbance and hit his robe and missed.

Comlan Urbis did not panic. He snapped his fingers and all the lights around him went out. Although stopping the ceremony midway was equivalent to wasting all the previous preparations, he could feel the surprise of the blue wind flowing in the air.

Although Komlan Urbis didn't know why the great and wise Azure Wind was so excited about this, he was willing to adapt to this change...

He listened to the blue wind singing in the wind, symbolizing change and wisdom, and how it liked this unexpected event outside the script, and how it lamented this recklessness in breaking the fate. It moved its body in the darkness and gave life to those puppet warriors again.

After such a long period of operation and preparation, this group of dark wizards have surrounded the entire monastery area with a closed ring. Those missing and dying people paid their souls and blood in the process in exchange for this paradise of witchcraft.

Here, the rules of the real world have been weakened and become easier to modify, while the power of evil gods from another world has become dominant, allowing dark wizards to easily perform the witchcraft they have learned.

The puppet warriors who did not need to see with the naked eye strode into the crowd. The Mughals, who had lost the light, were suddenly attacked and four or five of them were immediately chopped down. They waved their sabers around wildly, but only accidentally injured their own people.

In the crowd, only the magic sword in Li Rufeng's hand emitted a faint flame, illuminating the area of ​​seven or eight meters in front of him.

The puppet warriors marched mechanically and continued to kill people in the crowd, while all the Mongols crowded around Li Rufeng, trying to let themselves be covered by the light.

Komlan Urbis chanted a spell and flashed it in front of his eyes. He was able to see at night. Then he walked to the pile of corpses and whispered the spell in a low voice, trying to wake up more dead people.

Li Rufeng raised the magic sword above his head to make the illuminated area as large as possible. The guards surrounded Li Rufeng, and Jiatelehun was so envious that he was almost squeezed out of the crowd.

"What should we do, Shaman!" In a panic, Jatalehun was trying to light the torch with the flint he carried with him, but he failed.

The wizard just now did not simply extinguish the lights, but temporarily banned the concept of fire. He was worried that these Mongols would set the monastery on fire in anger.

"Move towards the wall! Follow my firelight and put your left hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you!" Under Li Rufeng's command, Li Rufeng's personal guards behaved much more calmly. They still maintained their morale and were not broken up.

So when the puppet soldiers approached, they were pushed back by the guards using scimitars and long swords.

Soon, the person in front touched the wall, and the people behind moved towards the wall one by one, waiting for Li Rufeng's new order.

Li Rufeng was not idle either. Because the guards did not panic or disperse, the entire team remained in order. They were moving along the wall. If they were not stopped, they would reach the place where Komlan had drawn the magic circle before in a few minutes.

He was looking for traces of the closed loop. As a person who had once broken the closed loop, Li Rufeng naturally wanted to do it again to solve the troubles he was facing.

Li Rufeng walked along the way, using the light of the magic sword to search for suspicious traces on the ground that might form a closed loop, but there was nothing. There was nothing on the stone floor of this damn place except footprints.

Every time the puppet soldiers attacked, several Mughals would die. Some of the fierce Mughals would stay in the darkness and plan to die together with the attackers, but such brave men would often be approached by black wizards who were not troubled by the dark vision, and their consciousness would be controlled from a distance, and they would be moved away like sheep.

In Comlan's eyes, these attackers were like a group of helpless moles, being toyed with by them. He couldn't help laughing. He specifically commanded the puppet soldiers and the newly resurrected corpses not to attack the man with the flaming sword, but to tear off the opponent's defense layer by layer like peeling an onion.

Comlan wanted to see him afraid, crying because of fear, and then analyze him bit by bit to find out why he was favored by the Azure Wind.

Changing reality has never been an easy task. The rules of this world are so solid that wizards like them can only act with impunity by closing the door and hiding behind a closed loop.

These people now served as compensation for their destruction of his preparations for the next ritual. Comran Urbis chanted the spell again, intending to trap them in the eternal maze.

However, the flaming sword has always

It interfered with Comlan's witchcraft. Even from such a distance, he could feel the intimidation coming from the sword, which hindered the formation of the power of the blue wind.

Comlan saw the sword-wielding Oriental man constantly searching for something on the ground. He suddenly realized that the other party was looking for the existence of a closed loop. He immediately looked at the ceiling guiltily. He just had the urge to look up when he suppressed his instinctive reaction.

Even if the enemy couldn't see him, Komlan didn't want to cause any trouble.

It was his idea to carve the closed ring into the uneven ceiling and walls, using the blue decorative fabric as a cover-up, and the trick seemed to be working...

"Very smart, but not smart enough. Pay more attention to the door next time." A sudden voice appeared in Comlan Urbis's ears, scaring him, but this was the last time he would worry about such a thing in his life.

A dagger pierced his heart from behind. The owner of the dagger was afraid that he would not die, so he slashed it downwards with force. The huge open wound seemed to make his internal organs flow out from his back.

Haishar's eyes emitted a faint light in the darkness, and he could also see the environment inside the monastery clearly. He shook off the blood on his cloak, took out his longbow from behind, and shot a black wizard who was seducing the Mughals to death with one arrow. The powerful arrow directly carried the black wizard's body back several meters before stopping.

"Rookie, don't look at your feet, look above your head, look at the wall!" Haishar reminded him. He hurried and finally caught up. He had only seen Li Rufeng, a shaman who could break through the closed loop so willfully. He couldn't let him die easily.

Chapter 140: Breaking the Game

"Haishaer!" Hearing the voice of Brother Mengjiang coming from the sky, Li Rufeng instantly felt a lot more at ease. After all, when hunting the believers of the Four Wind Gods, it was very reassuring to have a master-level figure by his side.

Li Rufeng followed Haishar's advice and raised the magic sword above his head. Sure enough, he found that at the junction of the ceiling and the wall, there was an irregular mark as thick as a palm, painted with blood.

But the Druzafran Monastery is not a small monastery. Its ceiling is more than three meters high and uses arched beams. The highest point is almost five meters high, which Li Rufeng cannot reach at all.

Under Li Rufeng's command, the guards quickly formed a human wall and used their bodies to create a "casting platform" for Li Rufeng. Li Rufeng glanced at the dark environment around him, listened to the surrounding soldiers fighting for their lives with invisible enemies in the pitch dark, and gritted his teeth and stood up.

He pulled out fine salt from his cowhide bag and chanted, "Salt is white, symbolizing light. It can dispel darkness, eliminate evil, and purify this polluted land. Goodbye!"

After Li Rufeng finished speaking, he threw a handful of fine salt towards the wall!

Perhaps the rules of the world within the closed loop have become very fragile, or perhaps Changshengtian is innocently protecting Li Rufeng and these Mongolian descendants. The moment Li Rufeng sprinkled the fine salt, a crystal clear light spread between the salt grains, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The Mughals finally saw clearly that the enemies who were constantly killing them were just soldiers wearing armor and moving stiffly.

The Mughals, who had long been filled with rage, mixed their anger and fear and vented it on the puppet soldiers with sabers and bows and arrows. In just a few seconds, they chopped down the three nearest puppet soldiers.

"Wine is the essence of grain, symbolizing mankind's yearning for life after having enough food and clothing. It represents the beauty of the world, and should resist harm that does not belong to this world, and should dispel the evil forces that try to invade this world!" Li Rufeng was inspired by the bright light, and his words became more and more firm. He took a sip of liquor, held the magic sword in front of his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of liquor!

The alcohol was ignited by the flame of the magic sword and turned into a long dragon of fire, spraying straight towards the bloodstains smeared on the wall!

The bloodstains that had not yet dried were instantly washed away and evaporated!

The closed circle that the dark wizards had formed to cast the power of the alien gods was instantly broken, which immediately weakened the supernatural darkness a lot. Of course, the fire dragon spewing from Li Rufeng's mouth also disappeared instantly, leaving only the blazing flames on the magic sword.

"Light the fire!" Li Rufeng gave the order immediately. His personal guards did not need orders, but other Mongol soldiers did.

A few seconds later, Li Rufeng's personal guards had already lit torches first, illuminating the surrounding area. Half of the personal guards held bows and arrows, lit the arrows wrapped in oilcloth, and shot arrows in the direction of the torches, expanding the illuminated area.

The Mongol soldiers under Jatalehun also went crazy, holding torches and killing the puppet soldiers whose speed and flexibility were obviously much slower one by one. The angry Mongol soldiers also smashed their heads and chopped off their limbs with sabers and hammers those zombies who had just crawled up from the ground and took a few steps.

In the darkness, eleven of the more than thirty soldiers under Jatalehun were lost, and three of Li Rufeng's personal guards also died in the chaos, but Li Rufeng was almost unharmed.

Haishar stood at the gate of the monastery, holding a bow and shooting to death four black wizards who believed in the blue wind. These wizards were all literati who were good at tricks and conspiracies. When facing a warrior like Haishar, they performed no better than ordinary people.

The Four Wind Gods have never been known for their generosity. They simply provide a

This is a feasible path, but it is a bumpy and dangerous one, and you often have to pay a hundred to gain one.

The believers of the Azure Wind are particularly prone to internal strife. In a small group that believes in the Azure Wind, there can only be one winner, and he is the most insidious, cunning and meticulous one among them. In this small group, this person is Komlan Urbis.

The only companion who posed a threat to his position was Azadirim, and he is now dead.

Therefore, Comlan could exploit his fellow travelers more unscrupulously. He regarded them as assistants, slaves, and even sacrifices, and refused to share any benefits in the consciousness of sacrifice.

This made the other dark wizards very vulnerable. After Comlan fell, they couldn't even launch any decent counterattack. They could only let Haishar shoot them one by one like shooting wild ducks, nailing them to the wall.

"Leave him alive!" Li Rufeng shouted loudly, holding the magic sword and found the nearest black wizard. Haishar's oversized arrow pierced through the black wizard's thin chest and nailed him to the wooden cross. The arrow head almost split the cross in half.

"Is the heavy snow outside caused by you guys?" Li Rufeng lifted up the black wizard's face and asked.

"Hahaha, we failed, you failed, there is no winner, but we can always make a comeback, you will eventually... ah!!!" Before the dark wizard Riddler could finish his words, Li Rufeng pressed a torch against his wound. The flames burned his flesh, turning the rest of his words into screams.

After a full five seconds, Li Rufeng moved the torch away and asked again, "What's going on with the snow outside? Is it related to you?"

Without waiting for the black wizard to speak, Li Rufeng moved the torch again in front of the black wizard's arm, as if to say, "You are talking nonsense, I will take action immediately."

"Wait! I'm telling you!" The dark wizard's voice was much weaker than before. His weight, following the influence of gravity, pulled him against the wound, causing him unbearable pain. "It was Comlan who prayed for the snow! The altar is in the basement! Stop supplying blood food and the ceremony will be over!"

"Find the entrance to the basement!" Li Rufeng gave the order. The frightened Jitalehun immediately took people to look for the entrance to the basement.

Li Rufeng stabbed the black wizard to death with a sword. The magic sword pierced the opponent's heart, and then Li Rufeng strangled the black wizard fiercely, and the black wizard died immediately.

After seeing the system display (Your two-handed proficiency +2, 24/25), Li Rufeng drew out the sword with satisfaction and wiped it on the black wizard's robe. Half of his guards immediately dispersed to prevent others from "accidentally injuring" the black wizards who were left alive by Haishar.

These evil black wizards must be purified personally by Shaman Rufeng before they can leave with peace of mind!

After all, Li Rufeng just now insisted on personally finishing off the scene with the dark wizard, and he did have some inclination in that direction.

"You can find me even when I'm fighting here?" Li Rufeng stood three meters in front of Haishaer and refused to move forward. It was too weird...

Li Rufeng was not being pretentious. After following a group of masters in marching and fighting for more than a month, he had experienced the hardships of the battlefield. For the Mongolian tribes, it was not uncommon not to take a bath for a month in winter, but Haishaer...that was another matter.

"You haven't taken off your armor or taken a bath since you left me until today, right?" Shaman Rufeng took out a silk handkerchief and covered his nose with it. The reason he asked this was because the stains on the other party's cloak were exactly the same as when he left.

Haishaer's old face turned red. He was chased by the Mamluks all the way. Although he rested for one night in Li Rufeng's tribe, in order to determine Li Rufeng's condition as soon as possible, Haishaer had no time to take care of his personal hygiene. He just rushed here in such a dusty manner.

Considering that he had hurried all the way back from bidding farewell to this Eastern shaman with Parisa, and had just entered the citadel in Mecca and hadn't even taken off his armor when the Mamluk Rebellion occurred, it's not like he hadn't washed up since they separated...

"Let's get down to business. I've brought Parisa back with me. She can help you shoulder the burden of the demonic sword," Haishar said somewhat awkwardly. "I'll take her with me temporarily. Once the Eagle of Order finds a suitable solution, we'll deal with the sword separately."

"Okay, but you have to help me fight first. You see, these are true followers of the Azure Wind. Dost has a close relationship with them. Doesn't that conform to the rules of your Eagle of Order?" Li Rufeng turned and picked up the magic sword from the ground. "I still need to kill a few more people. Don't get me wrong, I can use other weapons as well, but I can't find any suitable weapons at the moment."

Li Rufeng walked up to another black wizard who was "removed" from the wall by the guards, holding the sword, and looked down at him. Oh, it was her. Through the removed hood, it was revealed that this black wizard was a woman, about forty years old, with deep traces of time on her face.

"You only have one chance to answer all the questions I ask. Your companion who tried to deceive me just now is now dead. I hope there won't be any unpleasantness between us. Do you understand?" Li Rufeng put the tip of his sword against the witch's throat and whispered, "The gold is in the secret room down there, right?"

When the witch heard this question, her eyes widened in astonishment. Li Rufeng got the answer he wanted. He pressed down with his upper body, and the magic sword easily pierced the witch's throat, leaving her with only a leaking sound.

(Your Handsmanship proficiency +1, 25/25) (You have a new feat to choose from)

Finally, his proficiency reached the standard and he could get a specialty. Li Rufeng was even a little excited. This was the first weapon-related specialty he had obtained in the eighth level. He didn't expect it to be for a two-handed weapon. This was probably what was called fate.