Traveling over mountains and ridges, eating and sleeping in the open air.
After walking for almost two days, everyone finally approached a peach blossom garden hidden on the back of a mountain in the deep mountains.
"Be careful, there is an ambush!"
A look of vigilance appeared on Da Vinci's pretty face, Chaldea's detector showed that there was an unknown servant lurking nearby.
"Boohoo!"
Cold light flickered, and when the refugees continued to advance to a certain distance, a row of flying knives suddenly shot out from between nearby rocks!
As if as a warning, flying knives were stabbed neatly on the ground in front of the refugees leading the way, and the cold light from the blades circulated.
"Stop, who are you?"
A figure wearing a white skull mask and a black robe stopped in the middle of the mountain road directly in front of the refugee group.
As a killer, he blocked the road openly and openly. This is the essence of Mr. Wang Ha.
And among the surrounding rocks and shrubs, a large number of mountain people wearing white turbans also emerged.
They held bows and arrows and aimed at Ren's group.
At this time, the bows and arrows in their hands had already been drawn, and the refugees were surrounded from all directions. The leader was a heroic spirit wearing blue leather armor and holding a scarlet long bow.
This archer has black hair and black eyes, and a hearty smile. He and Assassin, who wears a white skull mask and has a club-shaped right hand, are obviously the leaders of this group.
The "Unparalleled Loyalty" curser Hassan, and the famous hero Arash in the Middle East... Renne in the crowd recognized these two people at a glance.
Da Vinci glanced at the two servants from the East Village:
"Hello, I am the almighty genius──Leonardo Da Vinci, from the Human Security Agency "Chaldea", I came here specifically to repair this singularity..."
There was no need to hide it. After judging that the Lion King and the Round Table in the Holy City could not negotiate peacefully, Chaldea could only cooperate with the people of the mountain and Egypt.
This singularity is completely out of control. It cannot be repaired by obtaining the Holy Grail of the Magic King. Unless the Holy Spear Goddess is defeated, the abnormality and distortion of human nature will never disappear.
Ka...what bottom?
The ordinary soldiers looked confused when they heard this. Arash and Curse Wan looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes, but the latter took a step forward.
Hassan's alien right arm is wrapped in layers of black cloth, leaving only his well-proportioned left hand exposed.
His eyes swept over the hundreds of refugees one by one, lingering for a few seconds on the leaders Leonardo da Vinci and Fujimaru Ritsuka, and especially on the school girl wearing purple knight armor.
Seeing the shield with the mark of the Holy City, his eyes narrowed:
"...Regardless of whether it's true or not, Ms. Leonardo, why did you bring so many people here?"
"Of course they defected to the East Village. These are the refugees we rescued during the Holy Baptism Ceremony. The solemn knights of the Holy City massacred those who failed... I hope you can resettle them."
Leonardo da Vinci told the truth about "Saint Ba".
"I see. No wonder I've never heard of anyone coming back after participating in the Holy Baptism."
"I thought I accepted them all, but it turns out..."
"The Lion King is absolutely insane!"
Despite previous speculations, I actually heard that the solemn knights of the Holy City were besieging the losers, so most of them left without any news. The ordinary mountain people warriors all looked shocked, with fearful and angry eyes.
.
Even if those Saracens who chose to participate in the "Holy Ba" ceremony left behind their villages, relatives and friends, they could understand that this was for survival, but now they were brutally slaughtered...
Curse Wan understood this clearly, sighed, and then said in a cold tone:
"Sorry, your hopes may be dashed, please come back!
It is very difficult just to feed the villagers in the village. Although your experience makes people feel sad, but if we accept hundreds of more refugees, the residents of the village will starve..."
Upon hearing this rejection, the refugees who had followed Chaldea to seek refuge could not help but show despair on their faces.
"Haha... Mr. Cursed Wrist, don't say that."
Arash, a strong archer, put away his bow and jumped down from the boulder beside the mountain road. He reached out and patted Hassan on the shoulder, laughing heartily.
"I know you want to test them...but you will eventually relent anyway, so why bother deliberately making this evil face.
Food can be found, but life is priceless. Let them go to the village to rest first. At worst, I will go into the mountains to hunt a few more times."
Hassan, the curse-wrist who originally maintained a majestic posture, could no longer hold back:
"Your Excellency Arash, you are still so cheerful.
But life is not easy, and life is becoming increasingly difficult. We must at least let these new compatriots understand the difficulties in the village."
The refugees breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Shu Wan had confessed and was no longer trying to be a sweetheart.
There is help.
But when Curse Wan's eyes saw Xiao Bei, his voice became stern again:
"Refugees can enter, and Hassan Baimei also told us about Chaldea... But, you, your aura is exactly the same as the Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City, you are not welcome here!"
Indeed, Beckham has some similarities with Gawain and Lancelot in terms of armor, clothing, and magical aura.
As a mountain man who is very good at observing words and colors, analyzing information, and is particularly sensitive to breath, it is not difficult to notice this.
Faced with the sudden attack of this mountain man, Bedivere, the Knight of the Round Table, took a deep breath, put his left hand on his chest and said solemnly:
"...Mr. Hassan Sabah, maybe you won't believe my words as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but at least now, your goals and mine are the same!"
"Defeat the Knights of the Round Table, enter the Holy Capital City, and confront the Lion King face to face... This is what I want to do too!"
"I swear on the honor and name of a knight that I will definitely help you repair this singularity that should not exist!"
Seeing the consequences of his past mistakes, the knight became more regretful and remorseful.
What he saw and heard at this singularity made him more determined to defeat the Lion King (King Arthur)!
"this……"
This resounding and decisive statement that risked his life and dignity moved Hassan the Cursed Arm a little. It didn't look like a lie.
He felt embarrassed, wanting to accept but a little hesitant and apprehensive.
Because he couldn't afford to gamble, if he made a mistake in judgment, the entire East Village would be buried with him and be trampled to pieces by the knights of the Holy City.
"The man of the mountain, no need to hesitate, I will vouch for him."
Renn, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke and walked out of the crowd.
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, was suddenly startled, his body tensed up, and the pupils of Arash, who was holding a long bow next to him, also shrank.
The man has black hair and blue eyes, and is handsome. He is wearing a black windbreaker. His magical aura is perfectly restrained. When he stands there, he blends into nature like a breeze.
This man in the trench coat was obviously a Servant, but before he spoke, even though they were standing right in front of them, they subconsciously regarded him as an ordinary refugee and ignored him.
'What a fierce god...'
As soon as he came into contact with those eyes that were as blue as the stars in the sky, Hassan Cursed Wrist trembled in his heart.
As an assassin, he is very sensitive to murderous aura and the smell of blood. At first glance, the man in front of him looks harmless, but upon closer inspection, he looks like a blood-soaked god of death, Shura, with overwhelming power.
The battlefield butcher was extremely tyrannical, but fortunately... he was the man in the portrait given by Hassan.
'This is a first-class archer, at least proficient in archery...'
Archer Arash came to a different conclusion. His eyes made contact with Ren's and stayed on his palm for a moment.
"It turns out to be Mr. Renn. Since you said so, there is no problem. Please go into the village and talk about it. It just so happens that Bai Mang and Ai──"
Hassan Cursed Wrist said respectfully, but he stopped suddenly because he was afraid of being overcrowded and did not continue to mention the Egyptian affairs.
He actually didn't know the origin of Ren's Assassin, but as Bai Mang said - if he wasn't a strong enough and trustworthy ally, it would be impossible for the First Generation Lord to give away the token.
It is enough to know this. It cannot be faked that someone made a big fuss in the Holy City a few days ago.
Ren was about to reply, when the young woman Salia, who had always been very quiet, suddenly stood out from the crowd and stared blankly at the familiar figure in front of her:
"Hanam, is that you?"
"...!!!"
Curse Wan turned his head to Sallya stiffly.
The beautiful young woman took off the veil from her face, and her son, the innocent Lu Shide, also looked at him curiously.
Lu Shide tilted his head and said with an expectant look on his face:
"Is it Uncle Hanam? Mother often mentions you."
Cursed Wrist: "..."
Although he was wearing a white skull mask, he might have felt guilty. The man of the mountain immediately turned his back and retorted in a low voice:
"Madam, you have the wrong person. I have never heard of Hanam. I am Hassan Sabah, one of the leaders of the Assassin Order known as Hassan the Cursed Wrist!"
Everyone: "..."
Who would believe it? Your words are too obvious.
At least I have a friend...
'There is adultery.'
Master Ren, Leonardo da Vinci, and Arash all looked astonished.
Most of the Hassan who was summoned to this era were people who had nothing to do with this era, with only one exception, and that was Hassan the cursed arm in front of him.
The history of the Assassin Order is not too short.
During the Ninth Crusade, it happened to be the era when Hassan the Cursed Arm was active. He was summoned to his hometown by the restraining force as a "wild servant", but he never told anyone this little secret.
Compared to the other seventeen generations of Hassan, who each had their own unique skills or talents, Cursed Arms was originally just an ordinary person.
But he wanted to become extraordinary and leave a deep mark in history in the name of "Hassan Sabah".
So leaving behind his childhood sweetheart who was talking about getting married, Hanam went to the headquarters of the Assassin Order alone to receive rigorous training.
In order to inherit the name of Hassan, he transplanted the arm of the demon "Shayitana" to his right arm.
Although he successfully fulfilled his dream, Curse Wan still misses the woman he abandoned from time to time.
This is the biggest regret and guilt in his life.
Salia who appeared in front of Curse Wrist at this time, wasn't it...
"No, I won't admit it! Although... the appearance... has completely changed, this is your... voice, and I won't hear it wrong!"
Shalia was so excited that she was a little incoherent.
She is actually from the East Village, but she has been married to the Holy Land, Jerusalem, for six or seven years.
After all, Curse Wan left her behind, and once she reached the age, there was no other way for her, a weak woman, except to marry somewhere else.
"It's been six or seven years, and Curse Wan has changed beyond recognition. He still has 'breath blocking'... She can still judge his identity from his voice. If this doesn't count as love..."
Ren complained softly and took out a bag of popcorn from "Infinite Arms".
This eight o'clock soap opera is a good way to pass the time.
I still remember that Kesha also asked him if one day she changed into another appearance and posture, would he still be able to recognize her at a glance.
[Isn’t the other one beautiful? If it’s an ugly one, I might not recognize it...]
Someone gave such an honest answer without thinking through it, and she threw it from the window sill on the second floor into the trash can at the door of the villa...
"Is there any more? Can you give me a bag?"
The great hero Arash came up and looked curiously at the popcorn in Ren's hand.
"Nice to meet you, the great hero of ancient Persia."
Ren glanced at him and took a package from the space door to him.
Arash Kamango, translated into English as Archer Arash, is the origin of the name Archer.
He is the most famous legendary figure in ancient Persia. Although he is not too famous around the world, he is a great hero that almost everyone knows in the Middle East.
According to legend, Arash ended the decades-long war between Persia and Turku with an arrow that tore apart the earth.
Where his arrow landed became the dividing line between the two countries.
According to legend, Arash's body was extremely strong. He had never been injured on the battlefield in his life, nor had he had any illness since his birth.
This legend was sublimated into Arash's unique skill after he became a Heroic Spirit - Strong EX, which possesses super strong resistance to attacks unimaginable by ordinary Heroic Spirits.
After being hit by Lancelot's "Yangtze Welding", he could still get up and use his moves. The invincible Gawain's ability to withstand the blow was only so.
In comparison, Cui Sadness, who was knocked down by Ren's laser, had a much brittle body.
Arash was not polite, took out the fragrant popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth:
"You can't call me a great hero, I'm just a third-rate hero."
Renn: "..."
It seems that another archer, Red A, also said that he was a third-rate heroic spirit, and then he killed Uncle B six times...
Once these "third-rate heroes" take action, those TOP may not be able to get any benefits from them.
"Hey, do you know about this?"
Ren admired the embarrassment of Hassan, the cursed arm, who overturned in front of the woman, and asked the archer happily.
"I thought it was a bit strange before. He (Curse Wan) knows this era too well. It turns out that this is the land where he was active during his lifetime. This feeling is very strange."
Archer Arash was eating popcorn while watching Thalia grabbing the black robe of Curse's wrist in excitement, trying to get this heartless man to admit his identity, and shook his head.
This was the fiancée who was painfully abandoned at the beginning. He didn't expect that he would be able to meet her again after becoming a heroic spirit.
"How do you think he will solve it?"
Ren stuffed popcorn into his mouth. Feeling that it was not enough, he took out two bottles of Very Coca-Cola from "Infinite Arms".
"He might escape... This man is sometimes a ruthless killer, but he is extremely loyal to his fellow villagers and old friends...
This is quite strong, ha~, I’ve never had a drink like this before.”
Arash analyzed it, took his Coke, took a sip and felt extremely refreshed.
As expected.
Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, failed in his sophistry. He really couldn't stand the resentful look in his childhood sweetheart's eyes. The next second, he turned into a spirit and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
No one could catch his whereabouts, except Ren, who had the "Eye of Destroying Delusion".
Very good breath blocking ability, at least level A, right?
Seeing the cursed Hassan "escaping" and the unwilling look on Shalia's face, many mountain people warriors wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"Tsk, a heartless scumbag,"
Ren made a sarcastic remark, but it wasn't necessarily a sarcasm.
It’s just that a certain person often falls over in front of women, and he gloats when he sees others falling over too─[Hahahaha, Head King, you have this day too!]
It reminds me of Hassan, who was so awesome on the HF line in the fifth battle, but he was defeated at the speed of light here.
Renn couldn't help but feel a little emotional, women are tigers...
But once Cursed Wrist ran away, Arash was left to clean up the mess.
"Well?"
The great hero who was left at the scene was a little embarrassed. As the second-in-command of the East Village, he scratched his head helplessly.
If we can't solve it, we can't just pass the blame on him.
The popcorn and coke suddenly stopped smelling good. Seeing Salia, whose eyes were red and somewhat absent-minded, Arash didn't know how to comfort her.
He had no choice but to change the subject in a hurry and said to everyone:
"Everyone, please come with me first. It looks close, but it is still about an hour away from the East Village.
The roads in the mountains are steep, so please be careful where you step..."
Everyone started to continue on their way, down the mountain, to the hidden village on the back of the mountain.
Ren, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Leonardo da Vinci talked with Arash while walking, and learned about the general situation of the East Village.
As Ju Wan said, the food reserves in Dongzhi Village are not optimistic.
After accepting this refugee team of hundreds of people, the food crisis faced by the village will become more serious, and the water source will also be very tight...
Although the decisive battle with the Holy City is about to begin, it is best to maintain sufficient supplies of materials during this period. After all, an army composed of ordinary mountain people also has to contain the solemn knights of the Holy City.
'food?'
Ren was thinking, there is a heroic spirit in the sixth singularity who can use the Noble Phantasm to create rice. He seems to be a disciple of Xuanzang Sanzang. Where is that guy?
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset was like blood.
The light of dusk dyed the mountain with a blush, and the village located on the back of the mountain looked ancient, quiet and peaceful.
It was a smooth journey and we finally arrived at the East Village.
