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Selim looked at the group of badly wounded men with contempt, waving his two extremely strong arms, and continued to beat the drum to cheer for the entire army. He seemed not to worry about his own comfort at all, and did not even want to look at them a second time.

The emir, looking at the Sultan himself who was so close, raised his sword high and killed three of the Sultan's personal soldiers in an instant at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye. The whole person was like a blood-red thunder, exploding in front of Selim. With his last breath, he raised the sword in his hand tremblingly. As long as he killed him, as long as he killed him! Everything would have a chance to turn around!!!

"Pfft-"

At this moment, a sharp sword accurately pierced his back, pierced through his heart, and then pierced out from his chest, completely penetrating his chest.

The emir vomited blood, the sword in his hand fell weakly to the ground, and he collapsed at Selim's feet. He looked back in disbelief and found that the person who killed him was one of the fifteen emirs of Egypt, his most trusted friend, the brother who grew up with him and received Mamluk training, and the comrade who had just fought side by side and killed the enemy.

"Brother...why?"

Emile's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth filled with blood that kept flowing down. In his horror, the brother he had grown up with, his face and body transformed into a beautiful bald woman in a mist of spiritual energy, with venomous snake totems tattooed on both sides of his cheeks, and an extremely dangerous and evil smile on his seductive face.

"I am Alpharius, Sultan Selim, and I send my greetings to you."

Chapter 453: Alexandria

In the bloody sea of ​​grass in Syria, the Ottomans and the Mamluks fought an extremely brutal battle to determine who was the shadow that God cast on the world.

In the fertile land of Upper and Lower Egypt, two Roman fleets, blocking out the sun, arrived at Egypt’s first seaport: Alexandria, under the cover of darkness.

Aenarion stood solemnly on the deck, looking into the distance. Several kilometers away, on the island of Pharos outside the port, he saw a three-story pale tower. Made entirely of marble, it was a hundred meters high, like a pale mountain towering into the clouds, standing outside the port of Alexandria, silently guarding the city.

"That is the Lighthouse of Alexandria, one of the great legacies left by our ancestors."

Astariel said curiously that even she had only seen it in historical documents and had never witnessed the actual event.

"This thing was originally taller. The three-story tower is just a three-story base. On top of it are statues of the King and Queen of the Gods. Jupiter and Juno, or Corellon and Ross, there are many names for them. The eyes of the two god statues will emit a sacred golden light, illuminating the sea surface dozens of kilometers away in the dark night, and no enemy can escape."

"How come such a useful thing is gone?"

Aenarion looked up at the top of the tower. It was empty except for a few fires that barely illuminated the nearby sea.

"After Alexander's empire was broken up, the drow tore down Corellon's statue and threw it into the sea.

After the Arab Empire conquered Egypt, the statue of Rose could no longer shine, and all priests could no longer pray to the Spider Queen for divine powers. Perhaps she had really fallen, so the matrons to show their determination to convert to Allah dismantled the statue and threw it into the sea. The three-story pedestal of the god was also transformed into an island fortress. From then on, this thing was only a magnificent shell with a beautiful appearance. Alas, not many people can build a 120-meter-high building now. It is hard to imagine how they completed it more than a thousand years ago. "

"what a pity."

Aenarion looked at the legacy of Egypt with some regret, and then ordered an attack. At a command from Admiral Artemisia, the bulky and slow-moving caravels were lined up horizontally with their guns pointed at the port. The vast ocean was surging with the advancement of the warships, as if it was a prophecy of the coming war. There were gaps between each ship to allow the galleys full of soldiers to pass through.

"fire!!!"

Amid the admiral's roar, hundreds of artillery pieces, under the orders of the admiral and the captains, erupted with endless roars of death. The loud noises of the explosions tore through the tranquility of the night. Dazzling flames burned the dark sky. Hundreds of shells tore through the sky like thunder, and dense artillery fire instantly covered the entire port!

Ships were broken in half by shells, buildings collapsed under the bombardment, and broken pieces of sailors and guards were thrown dozens of meters into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion! Then they fell into the sea like a rainstorm, stirring up thousands of ripples on the burning sea surface.

Dust was flying, smoke was everywhere, and the blazing flames illuminated the entire night like day!

Such a huge movement woke up the whole city. The soldiers looked towards the sea in horror. Hundreds of artillery pieces fired and burst into

The bright flames tore through the darkness of midnight, and the red-gold flags symbolizing the Roman Empire were reflected in their pupils against the backdrop of the flames.

"The Roman Empire's fleet! The Romans are coming!!!"

The slaves conveyed this fatal news to their masters in fear, and in the light of the flames, a purple-gold double-headed eagle flag shook their souls and hearts like a nightmare - it was a symbol that only Augustus himself could use.

While the Roman navy was reloading its artillery, the drow launched a counterattack. The counterweight catapults and scorpion crossbows mounted on the Lighthouse of Alexandria and the port turrets hurled burning boulders and exploding crossbows toward the sea. However, the range of these things was not even half that of the artillery. They created ripples on the sea, rising up billows of white smoke, and all sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Indragnir! Let's go!"

After three rounds of bombardment, which completely turned the port into a sea of ​​fire, Aenarion issued the order for a general attack. Indrognir and 19 members of the Palaiologos family transformed into giant purple-scaled dragons tens of meters long in the brilliant purple sea of ​​fire. Among them, Indrognir was nearly 40 meters in size. With his wings spread out, he could even block out the light of the stars and the moon. Five colorful dragon heads roared deafeningly in the sea of ​​flames!

Aenarion stood on Indragnir's shoulders and led the empire's air force consisting of twenty giant dragons to quickly cross the sea, swooping down towards the Lighthouse of Alexandria that had been transformed into a castle, towards the port where the army was gradually being organized, and towards the tall towers where counterweight catapults were deployed!

The dragon flames rolled down from the sky like a burning, boiling galaxy, destroying them one by one with overwhelming force! The young dragon aimed at the window of the tower and spewed fire inside, drowning the soldiers hiding in the tower. They danced in the sea of ​​fire and screamed miserably.

And because a dragon of Drognir's level poured dragon flames directly at the stone towers, the melted stone flowed along the rock walls like sticky wax. Under the baptism of the five-colored dragon flames, the towering towers gradually dissolved and collapsed like half of a candle. The wood on the top of the tower was still burning with the remaining purple dragon flame, and billowing black smoke rose straight into the sky.

Twenty giant dragons were wreaking havoc in the port of Alexandria, easily pulling down the towers one after another, while galleys loaded with soldiers began to land on the beach under the cover of the dragons and artillery fire. They encountered almost no obstacles and easily set foot on the land of Egypt. As legions were formed in the ruins of the port, the Mamluk elite slaves from the Caucasus cursed, roared, and whipped the other slaves led by the drow elves to deploy new defense positions in the streets and alleys. If their skin color was not white, Aenarion would even have thought that these Mamluks were also drow elves.

This group of foreign slaves, who were the most trusted and favored by the drow queen, transformed themselves into new slave owners when they were not in front of the queen, and tyrannically ruled the entire empire for their mistress.

"Soldiers! It has been eight hundred years since Egypt was taken away from the empire. Since Manuel I, no Roman soldier has been able to set foot on Egyptian soil! And now, you are the first group of warriors to set foot on Egypt! You are creating new history! A new legend!!!"

Indrognir retracted his wings and landed in the center of the army. Aenarion drew out the Spear of Dionysus and pointed it directly at the center of Alexandria. The well-trained Roman legions formed a sharp contrast with the hastily assembled slave soldiers.

"These lowly slaves bought from the Caucasus and Georgia have been tyrants on the land of Egypt for too long. But now, I, Augustus of the Roman Empire, Basileus of Basileus, have issued a decree to destroy their empire! Let Egypt and the elves return to the embrace of the empire!!!"

"Augustus! Augustus! Augustus!!!"

The soldiers raised their weapons fanatically and shouted the title of His Majesty the Emperor.

"People of Alexandria! I am the emperor of the Romans! The ruler of all the spirits and Slavs! Lay down your weapons and surrender, and you will be forgiven. If you persist in your wrongdoings, you will be reduced to ashes!"

After boosting the morale of the troops, Aenarion issued three orders to Alexander in succession, allowing him to surrender, shaking the enemy's morale. He then issued an order for a general attack. A torrent of red-gold steel rushed out of Alexandria's port with a deafening roar, taking over streets with great force and submerging defensive measures.

One third of the most elite royal Mamluks were stationed in Cairo, and two thirds died in Syria. Ordinary slave soldiers were no match for the Roman legions, or even the Praetorian Guards. When the golden sun rose slowly from the yellow sand in the east and cast its warm light on the Lighthouse of Alexandria, the entire city was flying the red and golden eagle flag of Rome.

Chapter 454: Queen of the Drow

After capturing the port of Alexandria, Aenarion counted the warehouses without stopping and found that these Mamluks were really awesome. You are not American lizards. The Indians who have been in America for a long time can even shoot on horseback. How come you are so close to the Ottoman Empire for such a long time and you don’t even use any firearms?

The huge arsenal was filled with hundreds of thousands of arrows of various types; cone-headed, shovel-headed, barbed, and poisoned.

They had everything, swords, guns, sticks, clubs, swords, halberds and javelins arranged in piles, but there was not a drop of gunpowder. Every bullet and every artillery shell fired by their soldiers had to be transported from Constantinople.

Fortunately, the granary in this damn place is big enough. The amount of food stored in it is written as 8,000 tons on the books, but after on-site investigation, it is roughly estimated that there are only about 4,000 tons. Assuming that each soldier eats one kilogram per day, it is enough to feed 20,000 expeditionary forces for 200 days. The land of Egypt is really nourishing. Even the granaries outside the capital can store so much food, allowing the logistics to focus on transporting gunpowder and bullets. Food can be ranked second.

Aenarion did not advance lightly. Instead, he acted as a Roman emperor, persuading the people here to submit to Rome, removing the slave status of everyone, granting them private land and mansions, and encouraging these drow elves who had been slaves for hundreds or even thousands of years to stand up and resist their mistress. However, the effect was not good. It seemed that these people were used to being slaves and could not even straighten their backs. They looked at the Roman soldiers in fear and did not dare to cultivate the land privately issued to them. They would rather sleep in dog kennels or on the street than sleep in the houses issued to them by the Romans.

Even after several Mamluks who ruled Alexandria were captured alive, Aenarion ordered them to be tied up and displayed in the downtown area, indicating that the Mamluk Sultanate would surely perish and Egypt would return to the rule of the Roman Empire. The onlookers remained silent, and there were even former slaves who personally fed their masters food and water, with flattering smiles on their faces, as docile as lambs.

Fortunately, however, they were really docile. While trying to please their captured slave masters, they also never refused the various requests of the Roman legions. Their faces were full of flattery and obedience. They tried to please everyone and never resisted anyone.

"Tell me, under what circumstances would a slave be so loyal to his tyrannical and brutal master who had lost power and was captured? When the Ottomans lost power, the reactions of the high elves were more brutal than each other."

Aenarion felt a little scared when he saw the lambs all over the city. The silence of these slaves made him feel uneasy.

"Most likely they don't trust us."

Astariel looked at the strange scene in the port of Alexandria and felt a little scared.

"The Drow Mistress has ruled here for thousands of years. Even when the Roman Empire ruled Egypt, they only sent governors to collect taxes and station troops, but did not interfere much in their private affairs. After thousands of years of domestication, I'm afraid that only cowards like these have survived. Now you say you want to overthrow the system that has been in place for thousands of years. I'm afraid they will believe you."

Aenarion was deeply troubled. The situation in Egypt was more complicated than he had thought. At this moment, the rumor of Osman's great victory over the Mamluks in the Syrian steppes also reached Egypt. Aenarion was overjoyed. On the one hand, he ordered more troops to expedition to Egypt, and on the other hand, he sent a fleet to send a ship of gold, silver and silk to Sultan Selim to express his congratulations, and by the way, asked him for some equipment for the royal Mamluks.

Selim accepted a shipload of gold, silver, and jewelry, and generously sent a thousand bloody royal Mamluk armor, minced meat, heads, and flags back to Aenarion. Aenarion filled the streets of Alexandria with these things, and announced that two-thirds of the Mamluks, as well as the garrisons of Syria and Palestine, had been annihilated by the Ottoman Empire in one battle! The two provinces of the empire no longer had any garrisons, and the pupils of these slaves trembled for the first time, and their docile faces gradually showed a hint of human cunning and thinking.

I'm afraid things are really going to change in Egypt.

In Cairo, the five remaining emirs fell into great despair. Two-thirds of the royal Mamluks were wiped out, and the defenders of Syria and Palestine were all wiped out. Although the Ottoman army was still in Aleppo, the land on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean had become empty and undefended! The speed of the fall depended only on the marching speed of the Janissaries.

As for support? Support with heads? How could the remaining one-third of Mamluks defeat Sultan Selim?

Moreover, the day after they received the news of the disastrous defeat in the Syrian War, the port of Alexandria was attacked by Aenarion at night and fell into the hands of the Romans. These Goliaths of the Caucasus were so shocked that one emir fainted. They understood what it meant when misfortunes never come alone.

With the current military strength, it is difficult to even deal with Aenarion's Roman expeditionary force, not to mention the main force of the Ottomans in Syria. Facing the heavy blows from two directions, everyone truly felt what despair is. Egypt is flat and has no strategic locations to defend. The Ottomans can still resist in the yellow sands of the Sinai Peninsula. Rome directly occupied the port of Alexandria, which is only 223 kilometers away from Cairo. Except for the Nile River, there is no obstacle!

As long as Aenarion is willing, the Roman cavalry will appear at the gates of Cairo in three days at most!

Some of the five people were fidgeting, some were anxious, some were pacing back and forth, and some were sitting on the chair that symbolized power, looking moody, with their eyes rolling around.

"Emirs, what's wrong? It's already dark, why are you still gathered here with such sad faces? Could it be that the news about the other ten emirs' expedition to Syria has been reported back?"

Just when the five people were frowning, a charming voice came from inside the palace. The five emirs looked back and found that their queen had come to the parliament hall.

A mature and beautiful young drow woman, naked, kneeling on the ground, using her knees and elbows

Supporting the ground, she crawled on the ground nimbly, like a black mare. Obviously, she was used to the brutality of her master. Her smooth black skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her plump buttocks were covered with dense whip marks. A real horsetail stretched out from her plump buttocks, mixed with blood, and hung to the ground.

Sitting on her slender back was a beautiful young girl. She was wearing almost no clothes on her sexy upper body, with large areas of her dark and delicate skin exposed. Under the candlelight, she was sparkling with an alluring luster.

Her slender neck, like that of a swan, was tied with two white straps as thick as two fingers. The soft silk crossed across her delicate collarbone, her proud breasts, and her delicate nipples, gently lifting her lower breasts, making Her Majesty the Queen's chest curve look more upright and attractive.

She lifted up one of her long, round legs, letting her silk skirt, as thin as a cicada's wing, sway in the wind. Her long silver hair, like a waterfall, and her exotic face were filled with the arrogance and smile of a superior. While talking and laughing, she waved the bloody whip, whipping the plump buttocks of her mount, and with a loud noise, a fragrant and bloody wave of buttocks and flesh was stirred up.

"Nothing, mistress. There are some pirates in the Alexandria area. We are holding a meeting to discuss how to solve the problem."

An emir quickly spoke up and warned the other four colleagues with his eyes.

"Your ten slaves are still fighting the Ottomans in Syria. If there is any news, we will report it to the mistress immediately. If the mistress likes riding, I have bought a large number of slaves from Ethiopia recently. They will arrive in Cairo soon. When the time comes, I will personally select the best ones and present them to you for your entertainment."

"Yeah, that's good. Remember to add more to the Colosseum. Almost all the slaves there are dead. Really, how did you pick the last batch? None of them can fight. They couldn't even survive three rounds under the mouths of desert hyenas and African lions. They can't please me at all. I go to watch beasts fight, not watch wild beasts eat."

The drow queen looked at her five slaves with dissatisfaction and didn't care about political affairs at all.

"Please forgive my sin, mistress. The next batch of slaves, the next batch of slaves, will surely satisfy you! If it still doesn't work, I will personally enter the Colosseum and present you with the most exciting battle."

Emir knelt down hurriedly and kowtowed.

"Well, remember your promise. I came back from playing and found that the candles in the conference room were still lit, so I came to check. Now I'm going back to sleep. You should also go to bed early and remember to deal with Alexandria's pirates."

The young queen nodded and rode the beautiful drow mare back to her room. At least she mentioned some political affairs at the end. As soon as she left, the five emirs went from being slaves to being the masters who controlled the fate of the entire country. They continued the discussion with frowns on their faces. Finally, one of the emir scratched his head frantically until blood gushed out.

"How about we surrender to the Romans and the Ottomans respectively? Whoever offers the highest price will be the one to whom we will sell Egypt?"

Chapter 455: From Darkness to Light

Aenarion did not underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, but instead took steady and cautious actions. Constantinople also sent five main legions to assist him in guarding Alexandria. Just as Aenarion was preparing to make the next move, the Mamluk who was sent to Constantinople came to him again.

"Reverend Augustus, Basileus of Basileus, all spirits, Emperor of the Slavs!"

The Mamluk no longer had the pride he once had. Upon meeting Aenarion, he immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed to show his obedience.

"Why, does the Mamluk want to surrender, or to set a location and time for a decisive battle?"

Aenarion gazed calmly at the messenger.

"Your great reputation is known from Ireland to China, and your military power is known to all kings. I have come here to ask for surrender."

The messenger said with trembling respect.

"As long as you can maintain the autonomy of Egypt like Alexander and Augustus in history, and we Mamluks can still serve and be loyal to our mistress in Egypt, then the gates of Cairo will be open to you, the entire Egyptian army will be at your disposal, and one-tenth of Egypt's grain, cotton, and silver coins will be unconditionally donated to Constantinople.

Not only that, we will give you the keys of Jerusalem and return the promised land of milk and honey to the Roman emperor."

Aenarion's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was spinning rapidly. It would be great to get the whole of Egypt without a single soldier, but their autonomy... meant that he could not interfere with any of Egypt's established laws and systems. Now, under his influence, the entire European continent's military began to roll back and accelerate. This source of slave soldiers who could not even read was no longer suitable for the requirements of the new era.

If you want soldiers to fight sincerely, you must first give them things worth protecting with their lives, such as private property and land. People without property will not have any determination to fight. Even the Mamluk slaves were willing to fight to the last man in Syria, because their private property was the entire Egypt. Except for the Queen of Drow, the Mamluks were above anyone else, and they were fighting to protect this great privilege of theirs.

What's more, you Mamluks have been defeated. I can lead my troops to Cairo at any time. Do you still need to negotiate? How many dishes do you want to drink?

Become like this.

As for Jerusalem, the holy city of Christ, it is the place that every Christian dreams of. It is the promised land that many Crusaders could not seize even if they shed blood. No Christian can refuse this condition, but once accepted, it would be tantamount to completely overturning the alliance between themselves and the Ottoman Empire.

Aenarion was just an Orthodox Christian who was well disguised on the surface. He had no obsession with Jerusalem and easily resisted the temptation of the holy land.

Faced with the unyielding Roman emperor, the Mamluk was almost crying. Finally, he knelt on the ground humbly, handed over the keys of Cairo's gates and the palace, and was willing to surrender. He only asked Aenarion to treat the Egyptian people well and keep our wealth and mansions. Such a humble request was also approved by the Roman emperor. The entire port of Alexandria witnessed their master surrendering to an outsider.

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At the same time, the Mamluk Yelebey was in Aleppo, requesting an audience with Sultan Selim. This Cherkes from the Caucasus, or Goliath, immediately got the opportunity to meet him - he was no ordinary Mamluk. The position of [Bey] among the Mamluks was similar to the [Warmaster] of the Ottomans and the Romans. He was the Mamluk with the greatest military power among the five existing emirs.

"Respected Sultan, the shadow cast by Allah on the earth, chosen by all gods!"

Yelebeyi also knelt on the ground with great respect and kowtowed repeatedly before Selim and the sword-wielding Vichirs. His body was as tall as a mountain, his muscles as strong as rocks, his resolute face was as handsome as if he had been carved by a knife or an axe. If it were not for the slight undulation of his skin when he breathed, Selim would have really thought that this man was an elemental creature carved out of marble.

"As long as you can maintain the autonomy of Egypt like Alexander and Augustus did in history, and we Mamluks can still serve and be loyal to our mistress in Egypt, then the gates of Cairo will be open to you, the entire Egyptian army will be at your disposal, and one-tenth of Egypt's grain, cotton, and silver coins will be unconditionally given to you.

Not only that, we will give you Jerusalem, the keys to the two holy cities of Mecca and Medina, and you will become the owner and protector of the two holy places in Arabia. The ruler of all Muslim countries, the Caliph himself, will also belong to you. From today on, you will replace us and rule the world under the Caliph’s command. "

Sultan Selim looked at the messenger in surprise, as if he was looking at a fool. The sword-wielding Viziers beside him tried hard to hold back their laughter, while Angron was already roaring in the magnificent palace.

"We can easily take more of what you promised with swords! Much more!!! You want to beg for mercy? As long as you slave tyrants get out of Cairo, crawl at the feet of the Sultan, and become his Janissaries, I will allow you to breathe for a while!"

Selim did not stop the furious Angron, but instead looked at the messenger with interest, wanting to see how he would refute.

"Respected Sword-wielding Vichir, respected Sultan, you can certainly take more with your sword, but I haven't finished yet. This last item is something you cannot take."

Facing Angron's threat, Yelebeyi showed no fear or terror on his face. He looked around at the murderous ogres and dark elves surrounding the palace, and recalled the last promise he made solemnly last night when all his colleagues were crying in despair.

We have one last chance! I have a plan! It can restore the Mamluk rule.

"Your Majesty, the Sultan! Aenarion's main army is leaving Alexandria, leaving the Mediterranean, and heading towards the inland city of Cairo! This is your last chance! We are willing to give up a series of castles and defense lines in the Sinai Peninsula, so that your Janissaries can rush into Egypt as quickly as possible! Together with you, we can attack the Roman emperor!

If you can wipe out the Roman guards in the Nile River basin, kill or capture the Roman emperor, what will this mean to your empire and the Roman Empire? Need I say more?

What I am praying for is only the autonomy of Egypt and the right to serve our mistress in this tiny place of Cairo! Can't you see the benefits between the two? "

Upon hearing this, the entire palace fell silent. It was so quiet that one could hear the breathing and heartbeat of the people around them. All the sword-wielding viziers were stunned, frantically calculating the benefits. Sultan Selim sat on the throne with an expressionless face, and his big hands squeezed the armrests of the throne until they were deformed and shattered!

Seeing that everyone was silent, Yelebei continued to add.

"The Roman Empire was established only a few decades ago. Aenarion used Roman culture to cover many races such as high elves, Slavs, and gold dwarves, and used the military merit system to unite the three classes of old Roman purple banners, civilians, and Janissary surrendered soldiers. If he is given one or two generations, he may really succeed. But if he is killed now, there will be no one else in the Roman Empire who can shock such a complex class! Such a diverse nation! The Balkan Peninsula will split in an instant!

Is the entire Balkan Peninsula, Constantinople, which your ancestors have always dreamed of, and the grand goal of eliminating those who defected from the Janissaries, not as good as a small Egyptian autonomy? ? ? "