Mount and Blade Central Asia

The main reason Didier left Batman so hastily and without many guards was that, in a previous round of "wishing," he had once again played a trick with the mighty Azure Wind. He should have summoned the Azure Wind's power to directly cause a rainstorm, but in reality, Didier had "wished" for the Azure Wind to grant him the ability to change the weather...

This is also a common trick used by the black wizard who believes in the Blue Wind, but this time the Blue Wind seems not very interested in his tricks, so the Blue Wind also gave him a puzzle that started with a downturn and ended with a praise. The Blue Wind did give Didial the ability to change the celestial phenomena, allowing him to experience what it means to call the wind and rain.

However, the price of doing so is that Didier has exhausted his magic power. He has now become an "ordinary person" and will have to wait until the natural rain in this land in the future reaches the amount of precipitation of that heavy rain before he can be free.

This was not the first time Didier had encountered such a sudden little surprise, so he calmly accepted the reality and began to think of ways to "save himself".

It is not an exaggeration to use the word "self-rescue" to describe his current situation. Not to mention what his malicious dark wizard companions will do after hearing that he has lost all his power, even the Black Sheep Man himself is a source of danger.

Therefore, Didier did not bring too many guards with him. On the one hand, it was to prevent these black sheep people from taking the opportunity to attack him. On the other hand, it was also to reduce his own target and try not to attract the attention of outsiders.

But the surprises that the Azure Wind had bestowed upon Didier were not over yet. He had barely left Batman when he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from the south.

Li Rufeng's strategic map covers a very large area, so when he led his men to approach the black wizard's team, he took the time to take a look at the movements of the black sheep people in Batman City. After confirming that the other party did not have mobile forces that could immediately go out of the city to rescue, Li Rufeng relaxed his mind.

According to the normal charge logic of the Mughals, a team of 100 men acting alone should be divided into three waves: front, middle and back. The vanguard will use heavy arrows to shoot at key targets at close range. The center and vanguard will perform the same tactical actions to form a two-stage wave. The back team will use light arrows to shoot at the enemy team from a distance to disrupt the formation and act as a reserve team.

Throughout the Mongols' centuries-long history of cavalry warfare, they have developed unique tactical moves that can be applied to wars of different scales.

But now, under the command of Li Rufeng, they completely knew themselves and the enemy, so there was no need to adopt a relatively conservative wave charge, so they simply went all in and sent an entire team of 100 people forward at once.

Didier just watched the Mongols in the distance rushing towards him in dense formation, waving sabers, as if they had returned to the Attila cavalry of the classical era. His mind was suddenly in a mess.

It's no wonder that he was so fakely surprised. After all, this kind of simple saber charge has not been popular in this land for a long time. However, due to two consecutive days of rainy weather, many of Li Rufeng's soldiers even had wet socks, not to mention the bowstrings that needed maintenance.

Li Rufeng and his men now have no bows that can shoot heavy arrows, but their courage, skillful swordsmanship and riding skills make up for their killing effect!

After just one round of charge, Didier's team was like fat meat thrown into a meat grinder, and nothing was left. Only the dark wizard Didier himself, who was given special attention by Li Rufeng, raised his hands with an expression of surrender.

Chapter 485: The One Who Killed You, Li Rufeng

As an absolutely high-tech talent in this world, the dark wizard Didier has always felt that those miraculous powers are just a footnote to highlight his own extraordinaryness, and the real power is himself.

Didier believed without hesitation that if there were no miracles in this world, he could become a prime minister with his own intelligence and talent. So when he found that the Mongols began to charge and his team could not distance themselves and escape, Didier began to think about how to escape danger.

To be fair, because of the influence of that little joke of the Azure Wind, Didial is actually very dangerous in the Black Sheep camp. There is a saying that goes, those who are loyal are usually butchers, and those who are unfaithful are usually scholars. This saying has been fully verified in the field of dark wizards.

Didier never doubted his colleagues. After discovering the abnormality in himself, they would definitely kill him without hesitation to eliminate a competitor.

Because if he were in the same position, he would make the same choice, or even be more efficient, so Didier suddenly realized in a flash that being captured seemed to be a good option.

The oriental shaman named Li Rufeng was so eager to recruit talents that he almost posted a recruitment advertisement for scholars directly in Mosul. Didyal happened to be a learned and talented scholar. As a wizard, no matter whether he was a black or not, he had to max out his eloquence skills first.

So Didier felt that although he had voted, the next battle was truly his...

Didier watched from afar the oriental shaman approaching on horseback, and immediately put on a harmless expression. His actual age was much older than he looked, and this young man's body was just a byproduct of a failed wish for immortality in a sacrificial ceremony.

In the mini-games between him and Azure Wind, Azure Wind often wins more often. The great Azure Wind always has a way to bypass his layers of supplements and use text traps to fulfill his wishes.

Over time, Didier developed a rather unconventional way of thinking. For example, now he was carefully observing Li Rufeng's appearance, trying to find the difference between him and other Mongolians.

"A follower of the Azure Wind?" Li Rufeng tapped the warhorse's ribs lightly with his heel. The warhorse, which had become accustomed to Li Rufeng's little movements, followed his wishes and approached Didier.

"To be precise, I'm a scholar first, and a follower of the Azure Wind second," Didier said with a senior voice. "Can I put my hands down now? Honestly, as a scholar, raising my hands for this long is already considered heavy labor for me."

What Didier said was true. He was more accustomed to traveling in a carriage on weekdays. Riding a horse was a torture in itself for him. Moreover, when he could still use the power of miracles, riding in a carriage was still very comfortable.

"I heard that you opened an academy in Aleppo and are recruiting professors. I..." Didyal hadn't finished speaking when he saw the shaman opposite him take a bow and arrow from the soldier next to him, stringing the arrow with his other hand, and aiming at himself less than three meters away.

"Shaman Rufeng?" Didier looked idiotic, and did not seem as smart as when he introduced himself.

hum!

Bowstrings affected by the humid air after rain can still shoot arrows that are deadly enough, it's just that it is more difficult for the arrows to be accelerated enough to penetrate hard armor than usual.

Now, this arrow only needs to travel through a distance of three meters to kill a weak-looking dark wizard. The closest thing to armor on his body may be his thick skin.

The arrow easily penetrated the skin on Didier's face, then the not-so-strong bridge of his nose, tore the trigeminal nerve, and pierced into the fragile human brain.

If dark wizards can use language as a key to unlock the power of miracles, then this dark wizard has now completely lost the ability to speak.

In terms of archery skills, Li Rufeng, whose proficiency level has improved by leaps and bounds, can now ensure that every shot hits the target at this distance. He is aiming here. Because of the horse's height and body height, the arrow still has a certain curvature for Didier.

The arrow entered from two fingers below the brow bone and exited from the back of the head from one finger below the arch of the skull. Just like in the movie, Didier's brain instantly lost control of his body and he fell straight off the horse. Due to different external forces, his two eyes looked to the left and the right respectively.

Thanks to the precautions against Azadirim, Li Rufeng always carried with him a lot of scattered talismans, some of which he didn't know if they were really effective.

It wasn't that Li Rufeng was being modest, but rather that the thing was truly a scribbled talisman. After all, before crossing over, Li Rufeng had never been exposed to any proper Taoist culture. The miraculous powers he performed here were entirely due to his ignorance...

But now the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty have put spies in his face, and it is a bit embarrassing for Master Li to continue to use those seemingly plausible means to fool people. After all, no matter whether those Jinyiwei are educated or not, if they can't do well in this aspect, they are still more upright than him.

There are dark wizards running rampant in this land, so it's reasonable for the Ming Dynasty to have a few Lin Zhengyings, right?

So when Li Rufeng was sticking talisman paper on Didier's body, he subconsciously looked around and ordered his cavalry to spread out and form a loose circle.

When the miraculous power of this world breaks reality, the most obvious example is the need to form a self-enclosed "limited space". Back then, Pari was drawn into the illusion by the closed circle formed by horse blood.

And this damned black wizard in front of him was also performing a sacrificial ceremony within the walls of the monastery when he was in the city of Batman. The walls and gates of the monastery also formed a self-enclosed circle in the real world.

So Li Rufeng followed the local customs and asked the cavalry to form a skirmish line. Within this skirmish line, Li Rufeng skillfully used his saber to draw a circle around Didier's body.

"If you're like that damned Azadilim, remember this: the one who killed you today was Li Rufeng, the shaman of Changshengtian and leader of the Mongol people." Li Rufeng muttered to himself as he beheaded the corpse. He then cut Didyal into eight pieces and affixed talismans to each of them. "It's me who made sure your body wasn't intact, and you'll never be able to escape liberation!"

Chapter 486 I was hit by a boomerang!

Didier is having a headache right now, literally.

From a realistic perspective, believers in the Four Winds God are actually very adventurous gamblers. As long as they survive the novice period with a very high mortality rate, and as long as their life experiences are not so unlucky, they will always become much more difficult to kill than ordinary people.

Take Azadirim’s experience as an example. After his physical body was killed by Li Rufeng, he continued to fight with Li Rufeng intermittently for several months, which is enough to show how tenacious his vitality is.

And it is obvious that Didial also has the same formidable skills, or should be put another way, those dark wizards who are not capable enough or unlucky have long been exhausted in the constant internal struggles.

Therefore, any dark wizard who can come out to stir up trouble generally has one or two skills to save his life. For example, now, Didier's head has been put into Li Rufeng's cowhide bag, and he is hitting the horse's butt rhythmically as the horse runs.

You have to know that as an omnivorous animal, the horse has a large appetite, especially the war horse. In order to cooperate with the cavalry's combat missions, these war horses are basically the best of their kind. They eat a lot, run fast, and have strong digestive abilities, so naturally they excrete a lot.

Moreover, horses can defecate while running. The ball-shaped feces can be easily thrown out of the excretion outlet of the buttocks in a graceful arc by the warhorse while running. The whole process will not interfere with the rider's riding process at all, and it is very clean and hygienic.

But as a dark wizard with keen senses, Didier finally couldn't bear it after several hours of torture.

He really didn't expect that the other party had no intention of negotiating and directly attacked Li Rufeng. This was completely inconsistent with the information about Li Rufeng that Didier had obtained from others.

But since it was impossible to do anything, he planned to pretend to be dead and wait for those Mongolian barbarians to leave before looking for a chance to resurrect. After all, the great blue wind only banned his power to use miracles, but did not take away the characteristics of his immortal soul. Therefore, death was a completely acceptable loss for a dark wizard who was strong enough.

As a result, the damn shaman actually took his head away. Didier didn't know what the shaman had stuck on his face, but it was obvious that the seemingly inconspicuous piece of paper had a miraculous power that was completely different from magic. It sealed Didier's soul in the head, making it impossible for him to transfer in the form of a soul.

When Didier discovered this, it was already too late. He could feel his soul slowly dissipating from the head that had begun to decay.

His thinking ability was also declining as his blood was lost and his brain was decaying. So, Didier finally gave up on pretending and muttered in the bag, "Shaman, you win. How about we negotiate terms that are acceptable to both sides?"

As a mere head, Didier's voice was not loud. After all, although Master Li's archery skills were average, his swordsmanship was pretty good under Parisa's training, so the beheading was quick, accurate and ruthless, and the cut was basically flush with the jaw, leaving the dark wizard with few vocal organs.

So Didier's voice was simply drowned out by the wind and no one else could hear it.

After shouting a few times and confirming he couldn't attract Li Rufeng's attention, Didier finally began to feel despair. He could accept dying in the Azure Wind mini-game, he could accept having everything taken away from him, including his life, by a more powerful black wizard, or he could accept dying at the hands of this eccentric shaman...

But if he died for some strange reason like the noise was too quiet and the enemy didn't hear him, then... probably his death would be recorded in the magic books by other dark wizards and he would be infamous forever, right?

When Didier thought of this, his desire to survive surged wildly, so that his originally drowsy consciousness gradually became much clearer, and even the sound he made became much louder.

"Lord Rufeng, the head you are carrying seems to be talking?" The cavalryman who was following Li Rufeng closely finally heard the sound coming from the bag. After spending a few minutes to make sure that it was not the sound of a horse farting, the soldier's face began to turn pale.

They all knew what was in the bag. As mortals, they knew that this was unusual when Li Rufeng dismembered the dark wizard's body in such a targeted manner.

After all, they all knew that Shaman Rufeng was not a cruel person. He would not pointlessly desecrate a corpse, even if that corpse was that of an enemy.

"You must have heard it wrong, young man. I was just talking to myself." Li Rufeng turned around and smiled gently at the young soldier, denying the other party's guess.

Seeing Li Rufeng's answer, the soldier immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally solemn expression relaxed.

The personal guard who served as the link between Li Rufeng and the soldiers in the centurion team naturally followed behind Li Rufeng during the horse race and separated Li Rufeng from other ordinary soldiers.

Then Li Rufeng relied on the speed of his horse and gradually accelerated and left the team. The young soldier who asked the question before frowned in confusion when he saw this scene, but finally gave up thinking about it.

There are many strange things on the battlefield, and this one is no exception.

Miracles belong to miracles, and mortals belong to mortals. This was the old shaman's last wish and what he had done all his life. Li Rufeng even suspected that the old shaman had set an example by eliminating the influence of the power of miracles on mortals, just like he did in the "Into Science" column, and he was doing the same thing now.

After leaving the main force, Li Rufeng reached out and untied the leather bag containing the dark wizard's head, and took the head with a hideous face out of the bag.

Master Li shot the black wizard in the face with an arrow. In order to pull out the arrow and continue using it, he almost hollowed out the facial triangle area of ​​the wizard's head. Then he put the arrow in a leather bag and shook it on horseback for more than ten kilometers. His brain was really shaken.

Similarly, this shaking is also in the literal sense. If the black wizard's hair was not quite thick, Li Rufeng would have no place to start.

"Shaman! Let's talk!" Didyal's hoarse voice like a crow mixed with the strange whistle of the wind blowing through his brain instantly made the whole scene gloomy.

In particular, on the talisman paper that Li Rufeng used to fool people, he wrote the words "Imperial Order for the General to be Here" crudely with the enemy's blood, which was the finishing touch.

But regardless of all the talk and jokes, this talisman might just be the most authentic of all the runes Mr. Li has ever drawn. After all, it's based on the Lam Ching-ying film series, and Mr. Li actually copied it from the illustrations just for fun...

"What do you want to talk about?" Li Rufeng looked around. He had no intention of negotiating any terms with the dark wizard. He just wanted to see if he could cheat him out of some more money. After all, he still hadn't spent all the inheritance left to him by the previous dark wizard.

If this were a game, bosses like the Dark Wizard would definitely be queued up for kills.

"Let my soul leave this broken body, you can name any conditions!" Didier had lost his bargaining chips due to his extremely bad condition. He was unable to think normally now, and if he dragged it on, he might just talk nonsense.

So Didier simply endured this disaster and let the other party make whatever conditions they wanted.

"Okay, then I want world peace." Li Rufeng looked around, planning to find a good feng shui location to burn this head into ashes.

His original plan was to tear the dark wizard's body into pieces and take it to different places to burn. Now the head was with him, and the limbs were taken away by four cavalrymen in four different directions.

According to Li Rufeng's request, they had to ride for three days and three nights, and then throw the remaining limbs they carried into the first river they saw, or burn them in the first campfire, or feed them to the first wolf they encountered.

The dark wizard's body was left at the place where he died and burned on the spot.

Li Rufeng originally planned to bring the black wizard's head back to Aleppo and make it into a skull specimen to ensure that nothing unexpected would happen to it. Unexpectedly, his talisman paper seemed to really work?

Since the talisman paper worked, Mr. Li didn't plan to go through so much trouble. As the saying goes, meeting is fate. Since the black wizard's head spoke here, it would be better to find a Feng Shui treasure land nearby and bury it on the spot.

It’s a pity that the Mesopotamian Plain is worthy of its name of a plain. There is not even a famous mountain range within hundreds of miles. The terrain is flat with slight undulations. Even the most famous Feng Shui experts will be at a loss here.

On the other side, the black wizard Diliyal was choked to death by Li Rufeng's words. He was not Aladdin's magic lamp, and he didn't make wishes like that!

"Listen, shaman, we stole the treasure of the demon Milansha. It weighs several tons of gold, and the gold is hidden in a place only we know! I can give you the clue to the treasure..." Didier couldn't find any exchange item that could impress people for a while, so he could only take out his previous secret and try to make an exchange.

The black wizards of Didyal's faction and Azadirim belong to two different camps. There has always been a conflict between the two sides. In the past, they fought against each other on the road for this gold and many people died.

The result is that until now Didyal still thought that the gold was in the hands of Azadirim's faction, and had no idea that the gold had been taken away by the men in the early days, and was being spent in large sums at a rate of one-tenth of the gold per year.

If he knew, he would probably die of anger on the spot. Li Rufeng had never expected that he would be hit by the boomerang he threw that year...

So Master Li brought the head in front of him and whispered in a voice so that it could not be heard, "That amount of gold, was it more than two tons, mainly gold bars and gold coins, and also a lot of glassware? I've spent it all!"

Chapter 487 Not now

March 30, 1409, Tabriz.

The Black Sheep King Carl Yusuf sat in his study, silently listening to his intelligence chief's whispered report on the latest situation of the dark wizards.

No one knew better than the Black Sheep King how dangerous those black wizards who believed in the Blue Wind were. However, even such a dangerous black wizard was like a puppet running back and forth in his hands for several years. In the end, he pulled him out of the Mamluks' brains and helped him ascend to the throne to complete the great cause of restoring the country.

Judging from the ability to manipulate people's hearts and make big promises, the Black Sheep King is no less capable than those top dark wizards. He even felt the call of the blue wind in his dreams several times. Carl knew that even if he showed even a moment of hesitation in his dream, the blue wind would pull him into the vortex without hesitation.

But as a king, especially as a king who has experienced the hardships of sleeping on straw and tasting gall, Carl's will is far beyond the reach of those evil wizards. He clearly sees the chaotic nature behind the blue wind, and sees through the madness in the bones of those wizards.

This is also the reason why he has been trying so hard to separate the Black Sheep People and the Black Wizards. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to comply with the wishes of those Black Wizards and gave an entire prosperous city as a gift to those Black Wizards.

However, those dark wizards are like maggots on the tarsal bone. Once you get involved with them, there is no way to get rid of them.

There are two intelligence teams under Carl's command. One was set up with the help of those dark wizards. They used witchcraft and evil sacrificial rituals to bind a group of spies who could never betray, and they could pass on information through this evil ritual. The other was formed in a traditional way.

Although Carl has spent a large sum of money to hire an assassin who is said to be from the sect of the Old Man in the Mountain as the head of his spy organization, it is obvious that there is a huge difference between the two organizations in terms of efficiency alone.

When busy with official duties, during wartime, Karl often forgot that he had a secular intelligence system that he had built at great expense...

But fortunately, Carl's investment of so much money did not go to waste. The master assassin was really capable. He was able to bribe the chefs of those dark wizards by threatening them. The Black Sheep King sometimes had to sigh that fortunately these dark wizards were not strong enough. At least they still needed to eat.

Therefore, the chefs who work for the dark wizards have become the profession with the highest survival rate around the dark wizards. Because of years of staying up late and eating toxic substances created by alchemy, most dark wizards are basically like Gargamel in fairy tales before they can complete an effective sacrifice with the Blue Wind, as if a strong wind can blow them down.

At this time, a reliable chef who understands their stomachs and digestive habits is very important.

The master assassin was an old hand at using intimidation and inducement. He found the hometown of one of the chefs and threatened him with his family's lives to provide him with information about wizards. Even from Carl's perspective, his intelligence chief was very secretive, not to mention that he strongly suspected that those dark wizards did not care about the lives of mortals at all.

This hidden line has been secretly maintained for almost two years since the establishment of the Black Sheep Dynasty, and today it finally delivered a very useful piece of news - the black wizard named Didyal is dead.

Didier, Carl was deeply impressed by him, because he had a young face but acted in an extremely experienced manner, and when he appeared, the other dark wizards were vaguely wary of him.

But that dark wizard rarely interfered in the internal affairs of the Black Sheep people. He just treated the Black Sheep people as an ATM and provided services in exchange for rewards. Carl sometimes felt that if all the dark wizards were as "honest and dutiful" as Didier, their cooperation could continue.

Of course, that was just a fleeting thought that Carl had. After all, the appetites of those dark wizards were growing. Last month alone, they had taken away three alien tribes from Carl, with a total population of over a thousand people. God only knew what those dark wizards wanted to do with those people. They had clearly already occupied Mosul, a large city with a population of over ten thousand...

As the Black Sheep regime gradually stabilized, the differences between them and those wizards became increasingly greater. No one wanted their collaborators to be a group of conspirators who could murder them at any time in ways you couldn't understand, and those dark wizards were just such people.

"My king, as far as I know, after the death of the dark wizard named Didyal, some conflicts broke out among the dark wizards in Mosul, resulting in many deaths. If we take advantage of this opportunity to wipe them out..." The assassin-turned-intelligence chief gestured as if someone were slitting a throat to enhance his persuasiveness. "I can contact my former companions. As long as there's enough reward, I... they don't care if the person they want to kill suddenly turns into a crow."

Carl had to admit that he was tempted by the suggestion, but when his eyes wandered to the sand table depicting the war situation, he couldn't help but sigh: "Now is not the time."