Chapter 64 The Devil named Egil

At that time, smoke and dust were rolling on the desert. On one side was the overlord who had been scattered across the desert for decades, and on the other side was the emperor of the snowy grassland. The soldiers and generals on both sides were on high alert. The sword was unsheathed, the arrow was on the string, and they held their spears tightly. Just wait for the order of the lords of both sides to come forward to fight!

However, at this moment, neither of the lords of both sides had no intention of taking action. Egil was still hangover, and his brain was in pain and was not in a state. On the other side, Saladin was very cautious. On the other side, although the Norman Knights had white black-bottomed half-phoenix emblem covering armor, they could still see the bright armor in the exposed places such as shoulder armor, arm armor and shin armor. In the hot environment, although the Arab soldiers did not make too loud noises, they still had coughs and hums in a low voice. However, on the other side, there were needles falling in the Norman army. The knights seemed to be made of copper and iron, and their bodies remained motionless. Saladin couldn't help but sigh: "There is no vain soldier under the reputation. The strength of the Norman army is here today."

When Saladin looked at Egil, Egil was also looking at Saladin - the Kasagi guards, the Mamluk heavy cavalry and the archers on the other side. However, Egil looked down upon it. He secretly commented in his heart: "The best ones are about the same strength as the Greek armored paladin. However, the number is much smaller. And those ordinary... are just ordinary. One of the Norman Knights under my command can beat them two."

What really caught Egil's attention was Saladin. Saladin, who is over fifty years old. This man with wrinkles, gray hair, but bright and sharp eyes like a falcon. Although he had already passed the peak of his life, his wisdom and experience were increasing day by day. Intuition told Egil that this man was extremely dangerous - and on the system interface, Saladin's attributes were vivid in his mind. A total of ten o'clock rulers, eighteen o'clock virtues and eighteen o'clock prestige. As well as the king of cavalry (+3 cavalry command), siege master (+3 siege command), outstanding holy warrior (+3 siege command), and disgusting the crusade (+2 crusade command). Such terrifying attributes also indirectly confirm Egil's speculation.

In addition, the most unique thing about Saladin is that his management ability is as high as eight o'clock. It far exceeds most of the kings familiar to Egil. Those heads are full of muscles, and may be very powerful in fighting, politics and conspiracy, or familiar with them. They can even memorize the Bible - a group of scumbags who do not know how to govern the country. Saladin is different from them. Saladin knows what a country needs - army? wealth? land? population?

No, these are indeed very important, but not the most basic things that can enable a country to develop well in the long term.

What can allow the country to develop healthily for a long time is the system and law. For a long time, Egil felt that he was the only one among the monarchs of the continental kingdoms. However, he did not expect that he actually met someone who knew this today.

"Such a person... damn." Egil looked at Saladin coldly without saying a word. At the same time, he reached the conclusion: "The Egyptian army is not worth mentioning. In the case of equal numbers and even slightly inferior, the Norman army fought against these people like cutting melons and vegetables. There is no need to worry at all. But the Egyptian caliph is a difficult character."

At this moment, Saladin on the opposite side spoke. Although he could not speak the Norman language that is popular in Europe today, he spoke Latin in a straightforward manner. As a legacy of the Roman Empire, in order to study the works and knowledge left over from the Roman Empire, today's scholars, as well as those Catholic priests who call Latin "the divine power" and the higher nobles, would learn this language as the second language. Therefore, it is indeed very appropriate for Saladin to use Latin to talk to each other at this time.

In order to talk to Latin, it is not difficult for Egil to be the present. At this moment, Egil is indeed exchanged for Latin, in addition to the ancient Nordic Danish, Old English, French, Germanic and Norman, Finnish and Italian languages, and it is indeed a high-end language.

"Then, are you Saladin?" Egilzer immediately stepped forward and stood out from the army of thousands of horses. He shouted at Saladin in this way - both sides were so far apart. If they didn't shout, they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

On this side, Saladin used a honorary title to call Egil, but on the other side, Egil used a derogatory title to call Saladin. The Arabs were a little irresistible. They shouted insults and wielded weapons to intimidate. Some even wanted to try it out, wanting to come forward to capture or kill the Norman Emperor and make a name for themselves.

However, all these things were stopped by Saladin. The Desert King raised his hand slightly, and then, countless soldiers behind him immediately became silent.

"I have heard that people will encounter war no matter what. The difference is that the wise will respect his enemies. The fool will only keep insulting. After reading it today, I realized that this is true." Saladin continued.

"I don't disrespect the enemy. And you, the enemy, don't seem to respect me - you and me are far apart from each other. It's inconvenient to speak. You found me, but you are so insincere. How can you say respect?"

After hearing what Egil said, the Norman Knights around him shouted in unison. This time it was Saladin's turn to be in trouble - he naturally couldn't say: Norman Longbowman is famous all over the world, and you Egil is an expert in shooting cold arrows. Labor and capital is afraid that you will get closer, and you will shoot thousands of arrows at the same time. By then, there will be no place to cry...

Egil thought for a moment and understood what Saladin was thinking. He snorted lightly, then shook his cloak and rushed forward.

"I am here - Saladin, do you dare to step forward?!" Egil shouted to Saladin opposite.

"What's there to be afraid of?!" Saladin, opposite, felt a little relieved as he saw Egil doing so. Then he shouted like this and rushed forward. The two sides stopped at ten steps away. They smiled at each other, and then they met officially.

“Egil Scadragrimson.”

"Saladin Yusuf Ayub."

After re-releasing his name, Saladin asked immediately: "So, respected Emperor Norman, why are you here for?"

"For the holy land." Egil replied: "Although I have many purposes, the most direct answer is indeed this. The city you live in now is a city guarded by hundreds of thousands of Arab soldiers. What I want now is to break through this city."

"Good answer." Saladin did not expect that Egil would say such words. It was not glory, not faith, not justice, not wealth - it was not these abstract reasons that could be argued. It was the practical, but the neutral word that included all the above. Jerusalem.

"I have heard that Emperor Norman is very eloquent, and it seems that it is..." Saladin prepared a lot of words about axioms and justice and choked back by Egil's answer. He felt that his stomach was so uncomfortable. However, this also reminded him that he must be more cautious in this regard. If he uses the advantage of words and tongues well, it will hurt himself.

"Thank you for your compliment." Egil nodded and asked immediately: "However, if you invite me here, wouldn't it be just to ask me such a boring question? If this is the case, it would be too unfortunate."

"No, I don't think so." Saladin shook his head: "I just want to tell you. You crusaders - this is the sacred desert, the territory of our Muslims. You come from afar, you are exhausted. And what you finally get here is death and shame. If you are as smart as the rumored one, then you should give up this war and return to your own territory. This is good for both of us."

"Ha? Is there something wrong with my ear?" Egil chuckled: "This is not like the words said by a man who has been defeated repeatedly. In the Mediterranean, on the land of Syria, on land or on the sea, I have defeated your army more than once. Just last night, my Hussars brought death and horror to you. It is you who really got the shame, not me."

"Do you really think so?" Saladin chuckled: "Or before that, you were lucky to have some victory. But you should know that those are insignificant and have no practical meaning."

"Is that true?" Egil chuckled, then lowered his voice and said at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "If this is true, I will not see you today, the great King of the Desert."

"What - did he guess what I came to do?!" Saladin felt cold all over when he heard Egil say this. He was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Egil looked at himself with a heart-killing statement. He pointed out the key points of Saladin, and couldn't help laughing. Although the soldiers and generals of the two countries around him didn't know what they said, seeing Saladin remained silent, Egil smiled so happily. Naturally, he understood that it was Emperor Norman who had the upper hand. The Crusaders were naturally happy, while the Arabs were even more depressed.

"You are just relying on your weapons and armor - you may think your weapons are very powerful. But in fact, you are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the wise Muslims!" Saladin was frustrated and was unwilling to do so. So he changed the topic and said this...

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