"You ask who I am?"
The masked man's voice remained unchanged.
"I am a smart person who knows when to leave."
"As for your suggestion of working together, it seems to me to be quite foolish."
“I don’t do anything I’m not sure of.”
The masked man responded calmly, and then turned around without hesitation.
Then he gave orders to the Mamluk cavalry and his soldiers behind him.
"The entire army retreats!"
"Burn the siege vehicles on the spot. Don't leave them to the enemy!"
As soon as the words fell, the well-trained cavalry immediately turned their horses around and the soldiers immediately set fire to the siege vehicles.
Then, the masked troops began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.
When he left, he didn't even look back and just walked away from Damascus.
The rebel chiefs and leaders looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Obviously, it would be difficult for them to give up this low-hanging fruit. After all, their army had already entered Damascus.
But soon, the continuous screams and explosions coming from the distance forced them to make a decision.
"retreat!"
"All troops, retreat immediately!"
"Come! Go into the city and inform our troops! Tell them to evacuate Damascus immediately!"
The rebel leader added, his voice now trembling.
"Let them evacuate as soon as possible, the sooner the better!"
The order was passed down layer by layer, and the army that was originally preparing to attack began to retreat in chaos.
But now it's too late.
The magician army has broken through the outer defense line and is rapidly advancing towards the core area.
The rebel soldiers who tried to stop them were all knocked down by powerful magic or evaporated by the desert.
“Damn it!”
"Why is the Holy Egyptian here?!"
The rebel leader cursed as he watched his troops being crushed like straw by the magical torrent.
"What the hell are they trying to do?!"
"What on earth are they doing in Damascus?!"
The rebel leader's voice became increasingly trembling, and the expression on his face changed from shock to panic.
"Holy Egypt has no dealings with Arabia. They have no reason to interfere in our battle!"
At this moment, the rebel leader's eyes suddenly widened.
"Unless! The Holy Pharaoh of Holy Egypt has some connection with Saladin that we don't know about!"
"Or perhaps the Holy Pharaoh is now eyeing the territory of Arabia!"
This assumption made the two of them shudder.
They have always believed that Saladin's death weakened Damascus's power, but if there was some deep bond between Holy Egypt and Arabia, or if Holy Egypt wanted Damascus, then the situation would be completely different.
"We should send a messenger to contact them!"
The rebel leader suggested, though he wasn't sure himself.
"negotiation?"
The rebel leader just sneered.
"We were just discussing how to insult Saladin's remains! If Saladin had a special relationship with the Holy Pharaoh, do you think Holy Egypt would negotiate with the murderer of their ally?"
"They might be coming for us! Just based on this possibility, we can't stay here any longer!"
The explosions in the distance were getting closer, and the shaking of the ground was getting stronger and stronger.
The conversation between the two was forced to be interrupted and they had to take action immediately.
"Hey! Retreat!"
The rebel leader made the final decision.
"I'm afraid we'll have to find a way to talk to the other leaders. Now that Holy Egypt has come to Arabia, the situation is completely different!"
"We can no longer fight alone, we must unite!"
"As for what happens next, we'll talk about it later!"
The rebel leader nodded, and without saying anything more, Tariq led his trusted troops to retreat.
The rebel leader quickly gathered the remaining troops nearby and began to evacuate.
However, the magician army's advancement speed far exceeded their expectations.
But in just half an hour, the magicians arrived at the walls of Damascus.
The rebels in the city began to rush out of the city gates frantically, like ants whose nest had been poked, in chaos.
"Demons...they're demons!"
a fleeing soldier shouted hysterically.
"Their spells are too powerful! We are no match for them!"
"They are all magicians! They perform evil magic!"
"Run! Run!"
"Ah?! The leader and his troops have left! Look over there!"
In response to the shouts of the Damascus rebels, the rebel leader did not respond, but urged his troops to speed up their retreat.
At this moment, a feeling of powerlessness and panic flooded his brain like a tide.
"Faster! Faster!"
"Get away from Damascus, as far away as possible!"
On the other side, several fleeing rebels were caught in a gust of sand and dust, and their limbs became fragmented.
"Why......"
"Who the hell are you!"
"You heretics! Ah! Let me go! Let me go!"
The magician didn't answer, but simply raised his hand and continued to cast his spell.
The rebel felt his life slipping away, and an unprecedented chill climbed up his spine and spread throughout his body.
"etc!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Who sent you here? Was it Fadhil?"
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