The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Zhao Yuanlang lay on the not very comfortable bed, squinting his eyes to practice. Although the system was gone, the skills he created could still be used, so he still needed to work hard.

Hearing the faint sounds, Zhao Yuanlang hurriedly stopped practicing and listened quietly to the sounds outside.

The window was pried open, and one, two, three, four, five people, holding long black knives, aimed at the target on the bed.

"If we are destined to meet, we will meet no matter how far apart we are. Even if there is no door to hell, you will come to us on your own. Why do we have to know each other before we meet? Let me blow your big balls apart!" Zhao Yuanlang turned over and waved the huge demon sword to force back the five attacking Scorpio assassins.

Because Zhao Yuanlang swung the Demon Slash Sword violently, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room. Hassan, who was standing in the middle, knew that it was difficult to deal with the man in front of him. He could not be easily dealt with, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Go!"

Five long swords were swung towards Zhao Yuanlang's vital points from different directions.

Zhao Yuanlang laughed loudly: "You came at the right time. I have long wanted to experience the Scorpio Assassin of Daxia."

How is it possible? Hassan looked at the flying weapons. It was so strong that the opponent just swung it lightly and knocked all five weapons away.

"withdraw!"

After the fatal strike failed, the Scorpio Assassins did not hesitate and began to evacuate the house in different directions.

They had no choice but to leave. First, they couldn't win the fight. Second, there was a noise outside and the men who stayed outside had already started to intercept the guards coming to rescue.

"Where are you going!" Zhao Yuanlang threw down the weapon in his hand and his figure flashed. The Scorpio shadow assassins, including Hassan, were knocked to the ground by Zhao Yuanlang and then lost consciousness.

Zhao Yuanlang opened the door, and the two Scorpio shadow assassins at the door swung their weapons at Zhao Yuanlang, but found that their long swords were broken by the palm of the man in front of them, and then they lost consciousness.

Soon, Agrael V arrived with a group of griffin riders.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"It's okay. Be careful. Don't call me Your Majesty here. Call me Sir. We still need to keep a low profile."

"Yes!"

"How's the situation?"

"Thanks to your reminder, we ambushed heavy troops at the water source and the food source. They were all captured alive. My young men have already pursued the enemy outside the town."

"Wait for them to come back, lock them all up together, and assign someone to keep close watch. I need them to train an assassin team for me."

"Yes, my lord!"

.........

The next morning, the horn sounded and the soldiers in the camp outside the town began to pack up. They gathered quickly under the leadership of their commanders and headed towards the central parade ground.

Zhao Yuanlang led his five legions and marched towards Fort Salvador.

Caliph Hamid had not slept yet, anxiously waiting for information from Hassan and Daman. Soon, a guard ran in.

"Lord Daman is back!"

"Quick, let them come to see me! No! You said it was only Daman?"

"Yes, my lord. It's only Lord Daman and his two sword masters, and they are both in a mess!"

Something happened! Caliph Hamid thought to himself that something was wrong and hurried out.

As expected, Daman was covered in blood and looked exhausted. The two sword masters beside him were not in good condition either. One of them had blood flowing from his arm, and the other even lost his proud Dasha sword master's helmet.

"What's going on! Daman!"

"My Lord! I'm sorry! They set an ambush and we fell into a trap. Hassan's whereabouts are unknown."

"It's okay, Daman. I believe Hassan and his shadow assassin will be fine. You can go down and have a good rest first."

"Sir, there is another piece of news. Their army is heading towards Fort Salvador!"

"What! What a great Zhao Yuanlang! He is really powerful. Do you want to fight a blitzkrieg with me? Pass my order and gather all the leaders!"

Soon, the three Mansurbai brothers and the chiefs of various tribes rushed to the hall.

The country of Daxia is very interesting. How should I put it? It is somewhat like a combination of nomadism and Islam in the Middle East during the Earth Era. The supreme leader is the Khan, and there are chieftains of various tribes under him, a standard nomadic style.

For example, the three caliphs and four bayis under his command have the green physique.

But overall, it is more like a great United Nations. The Khan, as the supreme leader, has the strongest power under him because he conquered the Wind Riders tribe, which is one of the most powerful tribes.

The rest of the tribal chiefs, the three caliphs and the four bayis are all under the command of the Khan. The Khan will not interfere with their tribes and cities. They are basically completely autonomous. Apart from paying taxes and providing soldiers to the Khan, they are more like independent small countries.

"Hamid, what's the matter that requires you to call us together so urgently?" Mansurbai had a small mustache and his eyes were unusually calm.

"Something has happened in the empire. I'm sure you all know the current marshal of the empire, Zhao Yuanlang Cavala. He has begun to take action, and his army has begun to march towards Fort Salvador."

"What! This damn kid from the Kavala bloodline is so bold! I must chop off his head and make it into a wine glass!" Hajinabibai shouted viciously, and his words made some of the surrounding chiefs cheer.

"The question facing us now is whether we should send troops. As you may know, the Fort of Savador was given to Chief Zaher, the son of Tahir."

"Hahahaha!" There was a strange laugh in the hall. Caliph Tahir was the most bastard, the most shameless, the most lustful, and the most despicable Caliph in the Dasha.

Caliph Tahir owns the city of Singar, next to which is Lake Singar. Following the river north, it intersects with Lake Sarion and Lake Issos on the border of the three countries.

Moreover, his location is the most prosperous area in Dasha, but that bastard built New Gal into a dark city. After introducing the Knights of Dusk, he also let Ramon, the leader of the Pende slave traders, stationed there.

The whole New Gal is filled with darkness. People of all kinds are there, a mixed bag. Only lunatics, murderers, robbers, thieves and powerful people can survive there.

This guy always thinks the Khan is first and he is second, and he often bullies other tribes, which leads to his extremely bad reputation in Dasha. He even has more or less hatred towards most of the nobles.

"Enough, no matter what, that is the place we Dasha captured, we should defend it!" Mansurbai said righteously.

Caliph Hamid looked at Mansur Bayi with admiration. He was indeed his old friend and so upright. If Dasha could thank people like Mansur, there would be no problem for Dasha to unify the continent.

"Does anyone have any other opinions? If not, then let's gather our troops and set out to let them know how powerful we, Dasha, are."

No one raised any objection. If the Dasha were to elect a marshal, they only had two people in mind: one was Hamid, who was invincible in every battle, and the other was Mansur, the upright man who treated all tribes equally.

Everyone had a very good relationship with Mansur, of course, except Caliph Tahir. After all, they had naturally incompatible tempers. In order to control the arrogant Tahir, Bahadur Khan gave the three major areas of Saidu, Jihad Fort, and Turda Fortress, which could control the New Gal region, to the three brothers Mansur Bayi.

The strength of the three Mansur brothers crushed Tahir because Tahir had only three or more legions under his command, while the three Mansur brothers had more than four legions.

"Long live the Wind Rider!"* Countless nobles.