Traveling over mountains and ridges, sleeping in the open air.
After walking for almost two days, everyone finally approached a peach blossom garden hidden on the back of a mountain in the deep mountains.
"Be careful, there is an ambush!"
A look of vigilance appeared on Da Vinci's pretty face. Chaldea's detector showed that there was an unknown servant lurking nearby.
"Boohoo!"
Cold light flickered, and when the refugees continued to advance to a certain distance, a row of flying knives suddenly shot out from between the nearby rocks!
As if as a warning, flying knives were stabbed neatly on the ground in front of the refugees leading the way, the cold light flowing from the blades.
"Stop, who are you?"
A figure wearing a white skull mask and a black robe stopped in the middle of the mountain road directly in front of the refugee team.
A large number of mountain people wearing white turbans also sprang out from the surrounding rocks.
They were armed with bows and arrows and aimed at Ren's group.
At this time, the bows and arrows in their hands had already been drawn, and the refugees were surrounded from all directions. The leader was a heroic spirit wearing blue leather armor and holding a scarlet long bow.
This archer has black hair and black eyes and a hearty smile. He and the Assassin, who wears a white skull mask and has a club-shaped right hand, are obviously the leaders of this group.
Hassan, the "unparalleled loyalty" curse, and Arash, the famous hero in the Middle East.
Da Vinci glanced at the two servants from the East Village:
"Hello, I am the almighty genius──Leonardo Da Vinci, from Chaldea, a human security agency, and I came here specifically to repair this singularity..."
There is no need to hide it. After judging that the Lion King and the Round Table in the Holy City cannot negotiate peacefully, Chaldea can only cooperate with the people of the mountain and Egypt.
This singularity is completely out of control. It cannot be repaired by obtaining the Magic King's Holy Grail. The abnormality and distortion of human nature will never disappear unless the Holy Spear Goddess is defeated.
Jia...what base?
The ordinary soldiers looked confused when they heard this. Arash and Curse Wan looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes, but the latter took a step forward.
Hassan's alien right arm was wrapped in layers of black cloth, leaving only his well-proportioned left hand exposed.
His eyes swept over the hundreds of refugees one by one, focusing on the leaders Leonardo da Vinci and Fujimaru Ritsuka, and especially on the school girl wearing purple knight armor. He stayed for a few seconds.
Seeing the shield with the mark of the Holy Capital, his eyes narrowed:
"...Regardless of whether it's true or not, Ms. Leonardo, why did you bring so many people here?"
"Of course they defected to the East Village. These are the refugees we rescued during the Holy Ceremony. The solemn knights of the Holy City massacred those who failed... I hope you can resettle them."
Leonardo da Vinci told the truth about "Saint Ba".
"I see. No wonder I've never heard of anyone coming back after participating in the Holy Baptism."
"I thought I accepted them all, but it turns out..."
"The Lion King is absolutely insane!"
Despite previous speculations, I actually heard that the solemn knights of the Holy City were besieging the losers, so most of them left without any news. The ordinary mountain people warriors all looked shocked, with fearful and angry eyes. .
Curse Wan understood this clearly, sighed, and then said in a cold tone:
"Sorry, your hopes may be dashed, please come back!
It is very difficult just to feed the villagers in the village. Although your experience makes people feel sorry for you, if we accept hundreds of more refugees, the residents of the village will starve..."
Upon hearing this rejection, the faces of the refugees who followed Chaldea could not help but show despair.
"Haha... Mr. Curse Wrist, don't say that."
Arash, a strong archer, put away his bow and jumped down from the boulder beside the mountain road. He reached out and patted Hassan on the shoulder, laughing heartily.
"I know you want to test them...but you will eventually relent anyway, so why bother deliberately making this evil face.
Food can be found, but life is priceless. Let them go to the village to rest first. At the worst, I will go into the mountains to hunt a few more times. "
Hassan, the curse-wrist who originally maintained a majestic posture, could no longer hold back:
"Your Excellency Arash, you are still so cheerful.
Life is not easy, and life is becoming increasingly difficult. We must at least let these new compatriots understand the difficulties in the village. "
The refugees breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Curse Wan had confessed and was no longer trying to be a sweetheart.
There is help.
But when Curse Wan's eyes saw Xiao Bei, his voice became stern:
"Refugees can enter, and Hassan Baimei also told us about Chaldea... However, your aura is exactly the same as that of the Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City. You are not welcome here!"
Indeed, Beckham has some similarities with Gawain and Lancelot in terms of armor, clothing, and magical aura.
As a mountain man who is very good at observing words, analyzing information, and is particularly sensitive to breath, it is not difficult to detect this.
Faced with the sudden attack of this mountain man, Bedivere, the Knight of the Round Table, took a deep breath, put his left hand on his chest and said solemnly:
"...Mr. Hassan Sabah, maybe you won't believe my words as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but at least now, your goals and mine are the same!"
"Defeat the Knights of the Round Table, enter the Holy Capital City and confront the Lion King face to face... This is what I want to do too!"
"I swear on the honor and name of a knight that I will help you repair this singularity that should not exist!"
Seeing the consequences of his past mistakes, the knight became more regretful and remorseful.
What he saw and heard at this singular point made him more determined to defeat the Lion King (King Arthur)!
"this……"
This resounding statement, a decisive statement that risked his life and dignity, made Hassan the Cursed Arm a little moved. It didn't seem like a lie.
He felt embarrassed, wanting to accept but a little hesitant and apprehensive.
Because he couldn't afford to gamble, if he made a mistake in judgment, the entire Dongzhi Village would be buried with him and be flattened by the knights of the Holy City.
"The man of the mountain, no need to hesitate, I will vouch for him."
Renn, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke and walked out of the crowd.
? ? ?
Hassan, the cursed wrist, was suddenly startled, his body tensed up, and Arash, who was holding a long bow next to him, also shrank his pupils.
With black hair and blue eyes, his magic aura is perfectly restrained. Standing there, he feels like a breeze, blending into nature.
The man in the trench coat was obviously a Servant, but before he spoke, even though he was standing in front of them, they all subconsciously regarded him as an ordinary refugee and ignored him.
'What a fierce god...'
As soon as he came into contact with those eyes that were as blue as the stars, Hassan the Cursed Wrist trembled in his heart.
As an assassin, he is very sensitive to murderous aura and the smell of blood. At first glance, the man in front of him looks harmless, but upon closer inspection, he looks like a blood-soaked god of death, Shura, with overwhelming power.
The battlefield butcher was extremely tyrannical, but fortunately... he was the man in the portrait given by Baimian Hassan.
'This is a first-class archer, at least proficient in archery...'
Archer Arash came to a different conclusion. His eyes made contact with Ren's and stayed on his palm for a moment.
"It turns out to be Mr. Renn. Since you said so, there is no problem. Please come into the village and talk about it. It just so happens that Bai Mang and Ai──"
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, said respectfully, but he stopped suddenly because he was afraid of being overcrowded, and did not continue to mention Egypt.
He actually didn't know the origin of Ren's assassin, but as Bai Mang said - if he wasn't a strong enough and trustworthy ally, it would be impossible for the first generation master to give away the token.
Ren was about to reply when the young woman Salia, who had always been very quiet, suddenly stood out from the crowd and stared blankly at the familiar figure in front of her:
"Hanam, is that you?"
"...!!!"
Curse turned his head to Sallya stiffly. The beautiful young woman took off the veil from her face. Her son, the innocent Rushed, also looked at him curiously.
Lu Shide tilted his head and said with an expectant look on his face:
"Is it Uncle Hanam? Mom often mentions you..."
Curse Wrist: "..."
Although he was wearing a white skull mask, he might have felt guilty. The man of the mountain immediately turned his back and retorted in a low voice:
"Madam, you have the wrong person. I have never heard of Hanam. I am Hassan Sabah, one of the leaders of the Assassin Order known as Hassan the Cursed Wrist!"
Everyone: "..."
Who would believe it? Your words are too obvious.
At least I have a friend...
'There is adultery. '
Master Ren, Leonardo da Vinci, and Arash all looked astonished.
Most of the Hassan who was summoned to this era were people who had nothing to do with this era, except for one person, and that was the cursed Hassan in front of him.
The history of the Assassin Order is not short.
During the Ninth Crusade, it happened to be the era when Hassan the Cursed Arm was active. He was summoned to his hometown by the restraining force as a "wild servant", but he never told anyone this little secret.
Compared to the other seventeen generations of Hassan, who each had their own unique skills or talents, Curse Wan was originally just an ordinary person.
But he wanted to become extraordinary and leave a deep mark on history in the name of "Hassan Sabah".
So leaving behind the childhood sweetheart who was talking about getting married, Hanam went to the headquarters of the Assassin Order alone to receive rigorous training.
In order to inherit the name of Hassan, he transplanted the arm of the demon "Shayitana" to his right arm. From then on, it became no longer ordinary and passed down to the world as the name of Hassan.
Although he successfully fulfilled his dream, Curse Wan still misses the woman he abandoned from time to time.
This is the biggest regret and guilt in his life.
Salia who appeared in front of Cursed Wrist at this time, wasn't it...
"No, I won't admit it! Although... the appearance... has completely changed, this is your... voice, and I won't hear it wrong!"
Salia was so excited that she was a little incoherent.
She was actually from the East Village, but she had been married to the Holy Land, Jerusalem, for six or seven years.
After all, Curse Wan left her behind, and when she got older, there was no other way for her, a weak woman, except to marry somewhere else.
"It's been six or seven years, and Curse Wan has changed beyond recognition. He still has 'aura blocking'... She can still judge his identity from his voice. If this is not considered love..."
Ren complained softly and took out a bag of popcorn from "Infinite Arms".
This eight o'clock soap opera is a good way to pass the time.
I still remember that Kesha also asked him if one day she changed her appearance and attitude, would he still be able to recognize her at a glance.
[Isn’t the other look beautiful? If it was an ugly person, I might not be able to recognize it...]
Someone gave such an honest answer without thinking through it, and she threw it from the second floor window into the trash can at the door of the villa...
"Any more? Can you give me a bag?"
The great hero Arash came up and looked curiously at the popcorn in Ren's hand.
"Nice to meet you, the great hero of ancient Persia."
Ren glanced at him and took a pack to him.
Arash Kamango, translated into English as Archer Arash, is the origin of the name Archer.
He is the most famous legendary figure in ancient Persia. Although he is not too famous around the world, he is a great hero that almost everyone knows in the Middle East.
According to legend, Arash ended the decades-long war between Persia and Turku with an arrow that tore apart the earth.
Where his arrow fell became the dividing line between the two countries.
According to legend, Arash's body was extremely strong. He had never been injured on the battlefield in his life, nor had he had any illness since his birth.
This legend was sublimated into Arash's inherent skill after he became a Heroic Spirit - Strong EX, which possesses super strong resistance to attacks unimaginable by ordinary Heroic Spirits.
After being hit by Lancelot's "Yangtze Welding", he could still get up and use his moves. The invincible Gawain's ability to withstand the attack was only so.
Arash was not polite. After taking it, he took out the fragrant popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth:
"You can't even call me a great hero, I'm just a third-rate hero..."
Renn: "..."
It seems that another archer, Red A, also said that he was a third-rate heroic spirit, and then he killed Uncle B six times...
Once these "third-rate heroic spirits" take action, the top ones may not be able to get any benefits from them.
"Hey, do you know about this?"
Ren admired the embarrassment of Hassan, the cursed arm, who overturned in front of the woman, and asked the archer happily.
"I thought it was a bit strange before. He (Curse Wan) knows this era too well. It turns out that this is the land where he was active during his lifetime. This feeling is very strange."
Archer Arash was eating popcorn while watching Salia grab the black robe of Curse's wrist in excitement, trying to get this heartless man to admit his identity, and shook his head.
This was the fiancée who was painfully abandoned at the beginning. He didn't expect that he would be able to meet her again after becoming a heroic spirit.
"How do you think he will solve it?"
Ren stuffed popcorn into his mouth. Feeling that it was not enough, he took out two bottles of Very Coca-Cola from the "Infinite Arms".
"He might escape... This man can sometimes be a ruthless killer, but he is extremely loyal to his father, fellow villagers and old friends...
This is quite strong, ha~, I have never had such a drink before. "
Arash analyzed, took his Coke, took a sip and felt extremely refreshed.
As expected.
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, failed in his sophistry and couldn't stand the resentful look in his childhood sweetheart's eyes. The next second, he turned into a spirit and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
No one could catch his whereabouts, except Ren, who had the "Eye of Destroying Delusion".
Very good aura blocking ability, at least A+ level, right?
Seeing Hassan the Cursed Wrist "escaping" and Salia looking unwilling, many mountain people warriors wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"Tsk, a heartless scumbag,"
Ren said something sarcastic, but it wasn't necessarily a sarcasm.
It’s just that a certain person often falls over in front of women, and gloats when he sees others falling over too── [Hahahaha, Head King, you have this day too! ]
I think of Hassan, the magic-armed man who was so awesome in the 5th battle hf line, but he was defeated at the speed of light here.
Renn couldn't help but feel a little emotional, women are tigers...
But once Cursed Wrist ran away, Arash was left to clean up the mess.
"Well?"
The great hero who was left at the scene was a little embarrassed. As the second-in-command of the East Village, he scratched his head helplessly.
If we can't solve it, we can't just pass the blame on him.
The popcorn and coke suddenly stopped smelling good. Seeing Salia, whose eyes were red and somewhat absent-minded, Arash didn't know how to comfort her.
He had no choice but to change the subject and said to everyone:
"Everyone, please come with me first. It looks close, but it is still about an hour away from the East Village.
The roads in the mountains are steep, so please be careful where you step..."
Everyone started to continue on their way, down the mountain, to the village hidden on the back of the mountain.
Ren, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Leonardo da Vinci talked with Arash while walking, and learned about the general situation of the East Village.
As Ju Wan said, the food reserves in Dongzhi Village are not optimistic.
After accepting this refugee team of hundreds of people, the food crisis faced by the village will become more serious, and the water source will also be very tight...
Although the decisive battle with the Holy City is about to begin, it is best to maintain adequate supplies of materials during this period. After all, an army composed of ordinary mountain people also has to contain the solemn knights of the Holy City.
'food? '
Ren was thinking, there is a heroic spirit in the sixth singularity who can use the Noble Phantasm to create rice. He seems to be a disciple of Xuanzang Sanzang. Where is that guy?
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset was like blood.
The light of dusk dyed the mountain with a blush, and the village located on the back of the mountain looked ancient, quiet and peaceful.
It was a smooth journey and we finally arrived at the East Village.
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