"The battle is over, you have lost."
When the rebel chief and the rebel leader heard this, they were just stunned for a moment.
"Wait! Wait! Our troops have already entered Damascus. We are the winners!"
"Also! What you just said was Holy Egypt?"
"Did I hear correctly?"
The rebel leader spoke in confusion, to which the masked figure simply nodded slightly in response.
"What?!"
"Is that the Holy Egypt that defeated the Hebrew Empire?!"
"Why are they here?!"
"Could it be that their next target is Damascus?!"
Apparently, the rebels seemed unaware of the relationship between Holy Egypt and Arabia.
But this time, the masked man did not answer, but turned and walked towards his cavalry.
He turned over and jumped onto the horse, looking down at the two leaders.
"You have less than ten minutes to make your decision."
"But I can only tell you that the magicians of Holy Egypt are very dangerous."
"The battlefield is changing rapidly. If you hesitate any longer, you won't be able to leave here."
After saying this, the masked man turned around and left with his team.
Seeing this, the rebel leader shouted hurriedly.
"etc!"
"How do you know so much? Who are you?"
"Don't you still want to capture Fadil alive? We've already entered Damascus!"
"Quick! Send out your Mamluk cavalry. As long as we work together, we will definitely have a chance of victory!"
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