Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 480 - 260: Mudeliji

"It's losing..."

Saladin sat on horseback, his finely crafted scale armor gleaming with golden radiance.

He let out a soft sigh, his face revealing little emotion, though the tight grip on the reins betrayed his inner feelings.

He was an usurper.

He needed an achievement recognized by the entire Zoroastrian world to stabilize his fragile dynasty; he didn't want his conquered lands to shatter like the Abbasid Dynasty after his death.

This is also why after usurping the Fatimid Dynasty, he began to vigorously support the Sunni Zoroastrianism and suppress the previously prevalent Shiite Zoroastrianism in Egypt.

Within the vast Ayyubid Dynasty, the undercurrents had long been raging. Saladin did not believe any of his sons could secure the dynasty like he did.

But now, the defeat seemed inevitable.

At his age, with the recurring injuries and illnesses over the years, this might be his last opportunity with the capability to launch a "Jihad" to reclaim the Holy Land.

He raised his palm to his brow, looking up at Master Shemir and his Giant Dragon.

They had already flown to the edge of the battlefield.

According to his understanding of Shemir, this guy probably wouldn't make a move anymore. After all, being mere mercenaries paid to do the job, they could manage an easy battle. He never expected them to fight hard for him.

Mudeliji, who came to his side unknowingly, spoke in a low voice: "King Saladin, do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables?"

Saladin glanced at him in surprise and whispered: "The central infantry has been unsuccessful for a long time, and the outcome is still hard to call. The morale of the winged cavalry is shaken, hard to compete with the Frankish cavalry. Once the Frankish cavalry is freed, the central army's collapse is imminent."

His confidants next to him were shocked upon hearing this.

"You are indeed frank."

Mudeliji was also somewhat surprised and changed to a more respectful address.

"How about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

Mudeliji looked up at the Giant Dragon circling above: "Bet that Shemir won't just let it go."

Saladin gave him a puzzled look: "Why?"

Mudeliji softly spoke: "What you don't know is that the Karelian Fire Dragon has a violent nature and holds grudges like no other. It has suffered such a big loss, and no matter how much Shemir tries to persuade it, it can't possibly just let go of the Franks."

"It's just a beast, could it also influence Master Shemir's thoughts?"

Saladin chuckled.

He prided himself on being an excellent judge of character. Shemir might seem easier to talk to than Mudeliji, but in reality, he was a profoundly selfish and proud person. How could he ruin himself for a mere beast?

It's rare to find anyone like Master Salman, who would fight to the death for their employer.

Mudeliji laughed coldly, full of sarcasm: "In your and my eyes, it's nothing but a beast. But in Shemir's eyes, it's a dear friend, a brother. He doesn't care about the lives of servants like Torle, but he certainly would care about his dragon."

"So, as long as I make a move to draw the fire, he will definitely be willing to coordinate and attack."

Saladin was stunned for a moment before quickly saying: "Would you be willing to take the risk to make a move?"

Mudeliji smiled and said: "King Saladin, in our tribe, there's a saying: if you want to eat meat, how can you not take risks?"

Saladin was silent for a moment, then said with some emotion: "I didn't expect you to be so talkative."

"Heh."

Mudeliji mocked himself with a smile: "It's nothing but profit moving people. To be frank with you, I have my eye on the Frankish Holy Spear."

Originally, he merely wanted to be a mercenary and bully ordinary mortals.

Later, he found out that there were powerful casters among the Franks,

But now it seems the Franks have the Divine Artifact he had long been searching for!

...

Mudeliji came from a small tribe in the Horn of Africa and his ancestors worshiped the ancient Crocodile God for generations.

Until one day, his tribe was conquered and destroyed.

The men of the tribe were almost all killed, and the women and children were assimilated into a new tribe.

They were also forced to convert to a new god.

An utterly evil new god.

It demanded far more human sacrifices than the Crocodile God, but in return, it granted its followers even greater power.

This enabled his new tribe to always achieve victory in tribal conflicts.

But as the new god demanded more and more human sacrifices, the new tribe wiped clean nearly everyone in the region.

They then turned on their own people,

Mudeliji fled the tribe at that time because he

But unfortunately, he still bore the remnants of

He once thought that a mere tribal god could do him no harm, but as time went on, he noticed the remnants of the Evil God's power on him growing stronger.

Even as he mastered more power, the strength of the Evil God grew accordingly.

He finally realized that the so-called tribal god had turned him into a vessel for its divine essence.

His body had long been eroded through by the power of the Evil God, he had once thought of his talents as extraordinary, who would have imagined, that each gift of fate came with a price marked in secret.

…

In a daze, Mudeliji recalled his escape from the tribe

The tribesmen, naked, holding javelins, stood there

They did not stop him, only stared at him with eerie eyes…

A low chanting sound emerged.

A vile curse, like a hidden viper in the dark, invisible and intangible.

In an instant, Losa felt a chill run down his back, as though he had fallen into an ice cave,

Someone had plotted against them!

Prajna succinctly stated.

The black shield in her hand, in an instant

This was the first time she so evidently displayed her extraordinary power on the battlefield.

The invisible evil spirit, like a

Among the throng of soldiers, her gaze immediately locked onto the black-robed Mudeliji.

The masked Mudeliji suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, as if being stared down by a natural enemy.

That was not like the Holy Spear Divine Artifact, which restrained the divine power within him.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but at this moment, he had no choice but to act.

The Holy Objects of the Zoroastrianism couldn't dispel the power of the Evil God, and the remnants of some ancient god relics, barely surviving to this day, were broken and pitifully weak.

...

"For Saint Losa!"

The people at last shouted his name.

Some Monastic Knights even fervently declared: "The all-powerful, all-knowing Father, Master of all creation, visible and invisible, incarnated to save mankind, who on the third day after suffering, returned to the Celestial Kingdom, and will one day return to the human world again."

"Losa is the new Holy Son!"

Losa's face showed no excess emotion. If he could conquer Egypt, establish a dynasty of his own, then create