ASSASSIN’S CREED MIRAGE Valley Of Memory DLC Gameplay Walkthrough FULL GAME [4K 60FPS]
I can hit like here. Now put that person finally. Have you missed me that much? I have something to show you. Where did you find this? A Bedwin merchant passed through selling some items. Most stolen, I suspect. But this painting caught my eye. It reminded me of your brooch. Samar. Do you think your father painted it? He and I loved this house deeply. Where did the Bedawin find it? He said he bought the painting in Alula from a notorious peddler of stolen goods. Alola? When I was a boy, my father read me stories of that ancient land and its mysterious monuments. He said we would go there together when I was old enough to make the journey. I have not seen my father in many years. Not since the day he was exiled by the Khalifa. The day he left me behind. Sometimes the past chases us. Dwish, what if my father is still alive? I must go to Alola. You will likely be crossing a desert to visit a grave. Still, I understand your need to make the journey. I know the place quite well, having previously traveled there on matters of commerce. You will accompany me then? Whatever you face, Bassim, I will not let you do so alone. Now, are you ready to uncover the truth about your father? I am ready. There we go. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Mhm. I am not sure what scares me more, finding my father’s resting place or finding nothing at all. Remember, it is foolish to deny the past, yet also unwise to surrender to it. Better to face it, accept it, and move on. First, we go to the cemetery. If my father’s grave truly lies there, I need to see it with my own eyes. It has been a long journey, person. Let us take the time to rest. We can go in the morning. You are right. Tomorrow shall yield its answers, whatever they may be. Hello. Be welcome, sir. What do you have? Please have a look around. I have a gift with edges. Nothing else. I will see you later. Please go with you. Good to see you. Well met. I Farewell. Huh? Truly, Alola is a land of the rarest beauty. Bassim over here. I hope you’re well rested. It was a fitful night. Sleep did not come easily. The moment of truth. Is Hawk Benurid? Let us look for a grave bearing his name. If he is here, our quest is done. And if he is not, there is still hope. Jar Ibin Sulim. This is not my father’s final resting place. Do you recall the day my father was exiled? Your father was a good man, but also a proud one. When he was exiled, the burden of his shame was more than he could bear. So ashamed that he abandoned me. Rashid alasi, we must keep searching. The day my father left me with you. That moment has stayed with me ever since. Of all the children who have come under my care, you were silent at first. But the pain in your eyes said enough. You have been a father to so many of us orphans. Yet the horror that befell Jas and the others. They are gone from this world, Bim, but not from our hearts. I will examine the graves to the north. You, in the meantime, continue scouring the other burial grounds. Mansour Elabi. Not my father. A lifetime of hopes and fears, victories and defeats. Reduced to a name etched on crumbling stone. It feels so insubstantial. Our bodies are insubstantial. The soul is what matters. You can threaten a man, plunder his goods, torture his flesh, even take his life. But his soul is his own. No one can seize that. There is no sign of him here. My apologies. Is Enkidu troubling you? This is not the way he usually acts. He startled me, but I see now he means no disrespect to my late husband. I am sorry for your loss. What is your name? I am Hind. And I am Basim. Tell me, Hint, how long have you been here? I I do not know. Time has no meaning anymore. You must be exhausted. Allow me to escort you to your home. You are very kind. I shall seek word of your father. If you need me, I’ll be back at the tent. Forgive me if I am being too forward, but I assume your husband’s passing was recent. He has been gone 3 days. Though he had been ill for a long time, he often suffered chest pains this past year. Do you have children? Two boys, both still young. My husband has left enough wealth to care for us until the boys are old enough to make their own way. Your sons are waiting for you at home. They are staying with relatives. I am not the company they deserve right now. Your grief carries no shame, Hinn. I too tasted its bitterness when I was a child and lost the people I cherished most. Your parents? My mother died young and my father. It is complicated. I am sorry. Still, I was fortunate to find another family in a manner of speaking. The heavier man at the cemetery. Heavier man. Do not let him hear you say that. My husband grew heavy later in life. You might ask your friend if he suffers from chest pains and heart flutters. I doubt he would appreciate the thought. In his mind, he remains in his prime, though his body says otherwise. Then he is a typical man. We are nearly there. See that is my home and beside it my husband’s warehouse that that mark they are here who they they came for my husband’s valuables robbers then in the warehouse you will find a small wooden case it holds my beloved husband’s portrait I beg you retrieve it for me but do not endanger your life for anything S go pinky do. This is stink. What? Me in peace. Hold on. Oh god, please let me live. Eyes open. Stop. Huh? realized that better. I joined up with you all. But perhaps I should return to my dates now. Not good. Are you hurt? I am fine. Thanks to you. I owe you my life. I will not forget it. Perhaps it is time I found another role in life. Something a bit safer. war. We have many among our members. We can take orders for achieve. Wait, what? Over calling aid. Just you wait quickly. Is it my turn? No. Bastard. Your son will fail with Show me everything. Whoa. H will be relieved when I return this to her. Bessim over here. Bessim, I am relieved you managed to get out of there. I believe this is yours. Thank you. Though it is nothing compared to what these criminals have stolen from many others all across Alula. Tell me more about them. These criminals. There has always been lawlessness here drawn by the caravan wealth. Yet recently that lawlessness grows more united. Now they strike wherever they please. Sometimes the Khalifa’s men intervene, but it never ends well for them. For that reason, few dare to act now. The rest are too faint of heart. You should not stay here. The robbers might come back. You are right. They usually do not leave witnesses alive. Please, Vessim, take me somewhere safe. Where is safe? Niml’s house. I can send word for my children to join me there. I will show you the way and I will follow. Yeah. The symbol on the warehouse, the vulture. What does it mean? The robbers always leave that mark to cause fear. No one opposes them and lives until now. Who are you, Bessie? Sometimes I wish I knew. You said the lawlessness has been unified. His name is Abbis. Abbis? An unfortunate name. The one who frowns. He must have been quite the delightful child to earn such a title from his parents. He grew up here, always a thorn in our side. But now he becomes more savage than ever. I am sure Nimlot will take me in. Nimlot? Who is he exactly? A merchant originally from Baghdad. Made his fortune in Maser and settled here in Alula a few years back. He is a good man, steadfast and generous. For what it is worth, Beth, you have reignited my hope. It is time we people of Alula fought back against the criminals. Yes, but be cautious. I would not have my example cost the lives of the innocent, especially yours. Besson, a moment, please. Besson, you have already done so much for me, but I have one last favor to ask. I am listening. If you happen upon any more stolen items, please bring them to me. I will see that they are returned to their rightful owners. Of course, I will do what I can. Afterwards, once you are finished, I want you to h Nimlot. What has happened? The robbers. They took nearly everything. I will send some of my men to guard your home. Meanwhile, you are welcome under my roof. See that she’s cared for. May God protect you. And may God protect you. And if you need me, you will find me here. You You are one of them. I am no threat, though I am aware of your kind. My apologies, but I am in a state of abject terror being in your presence. I would have guessed mere nervousness. Yet, if it comforts you, know that appearances deceive. I did not come to Alala seeking bloodshed, even if a touch of it found me. Now tell me, how do you know of my people in Baghdad? At the Caravans, a soap mill owner, though there were rumors he was something more, something darker. I was in the city on that day. I did not witness the deed, but saw the aftermath. A throat slit. Carcass hanging from a balcony. That was not the name I heard whispered. More of a description. The man you speak of was Miss Odin Yakob. It was a righteous kill. I must take your word for it. May I ask your role in today’s ordeal? I was present and chose to intervene. You say you were present. My name is Basim. I came to Alah in search of my father as Hakim Khalib. You know him? The name it is familiar but no it has been many years since I last saw him. I have recovered one of his possessions likely stolen from him. If he fell prey to these same robbers, I must learn all I can about them swiftly. The market. It is the heartbeat of Raola. If you intend to seek out these men, begin there. Bass, the men you seek are dangerous, even for you. Nevertheless, I understand you may have no choice but to tread this path. I lost a loved one recently and I would stop at nothing to be reunited with them. Hm. Dude, come on. Fore speech. Listen well, young ones, to the tale of Zera Alamema, the blue-eyed seer of the Jalis. She stood watch upon the southern plains, and it was said she could spy riders a week’s journey away. Finally, her trib’s foes sought to outwit her by marching behind uprooted trees, though they were many days ride away. But Zarot’s blue eyes perceived the ruse, and she cried a warning to her people. Yet her tribe, fearing madness, heeded her not. When the enemy’s host fell upon them, everyone of Zarat’s people was struck dead. At last, they seized Zarkat herself and crucified her beneath the desert sun, tearing from her those eyes that had been her gift. So remember, a divine gift bears its own burden. And to ignore this sear’s warning is to invite doom beyond reckoning. Goodbye. God. Yeah. What are you? What see you my friend? What are you doing? I think they strange foreign fellow. Surely this is the market Nimnot spoke of. Nothing can hide from us. Enkidu carefully. I hear the quality of his dates unmatched. Wait until you try them. They are sweeter than honey. Then take a look. I promise you will find my wares. most inviting. What a splendid market you have here. Treasures at every turn. Ah, we do our best, though it cannot compare to Baghdad. I am glad of it. I came here to escape Baghdad, if only for a while. In that case, you will find Alola offers much to discover. Still, we harbor our share of shadows, such as venture beyond that path with caution. They say it leads to the black heart of this market where ugly desires find purchase. Then I must hurry over there before they are all gone. His guard mirrors that of the robbers I met earlier. I must follow him. The oasis. Greetings. Welcome. Let us see what you have got. Here’s what’s come in. Very handy. That will do. Can I be of further? I must be safe travel. He has slipped from my sight. Enkidu, I need your guidance to find him. I need your help, my friend. Stop right there, dog. Do not let him get away. What is happening over there? Not my first, will you? I cannot let them get to him first. My only chance to question him depends on it. Come here. Hey. Hey. Stand back. What? Not interesting. Did you catch his trail? Perhaps he slipped into one of these alleys. Thank you. Ah, my new pet. Mark my words. Your stay here will be most disagreeable. Return to your duties. Tell the others the threat is over. This falls far short of my hopes. Have you noticed there are more of us on the dayshift lately? No one wishes to serve under that new captain overseeing the night guard. He is as ruthless as Abbas himself and better trained for battle. But how are those few left on night duties meant to patrol the entire prison? Harsh methods are their only hope. Anyone alive in there? Newcomer, you still breathing apparently. Then look on the bright side. You will not be for much longer. the ugly man who acts as if this place belongs to him. I get the impression he does not serve the kilafa. You mean the abis. So that is Abby. He treats the prison as if it is his own den. Even has a special chamber here. What does he use it for? To concoct his poisons, which he then tries out on us. Does no one attempt to escape from here? Attempt, yes, but never successfully. You can still stumble upon what is left of their unfinished escape tunnels. I must keep watch for any chance to slip free, though opportunities are scarce in this place. I wonder what has become of Enkidu. Has gone 40 days without so much as a crumb. It’s true. It is barbaric. Stop cook. He does not get to eat. That is the order of habits. One of his little spirits. Huh? You are new here. But soon you will understand. Pabis is estain on all this land. Shut up, Wench. Or maybe you would like to become the next experiment. I cannot help but pity this silver smith. As for the cook, was that Hinn’s servant? This cell is a sentence of death. Forget habis or the food. Boredom here is the crulest of killers. You are you awake? What crime brought you here? I have committed no crime. Why are you here then? I was looking for someone. Who? Have you heard of a man named as Hakaban Khaled? And the old fool who claims to be the Khalifa’s architect. He dwells in the oasis, a house with a blue door in the farmer’s quarter. You are certain? Inola, everyone knows everyone. We are a small community after all. Nimlot did not know of him. Nimmlot, the foreign merchant from Maser. He’s rich. Why would he care about the likes of his hawk? What more can you tell me about this hawk? What more do you want? How is he? How would I know? I recognize his face, but we are not friends. If you want details, escape from here and learn them yourself. Nothing more, nothing less. Whoever left these marks must have been touched by madness. May I not follow the same path? There once stood a man here. Now only blood stains remain. I must be more than this. This could be poisoned. I should not take the risk. I pray the robbers learn nothing of Dwish. With me confined, he stands unguarded against their threat. Abis himself nearly had us the other day. It was a close call. You were fortunate. Keep clear of him next time. Uh, and then there is the matter of the roof. What about the roof? I have been venturing up there in the evenings to take my meals. I’m not the only one, to be fair. You and the others should be careful or you may find yourselves confined in his very same sense as punishment. Time to see if my newest brew is all it promises to be. No. No. Please have mercy. Not even a dog deserves that. I am not going to tell him to stop. Useless fools. Get in here and hold him down. Hold him. Doubt he will make it through the night. Your turn draws near, friend. Then the true entertainment will begin. This confinement, the threat of torture. I feel as if I have lived such a fate before in some distant memory I cannot fully grasp. In every moment you spirit dry. For a man who starved to death, he is heavier than I expected. He had plenty of friends here. Now the other prisoners are getting restless. One even struck me. I can still feel the blow. Nothing more, nothing less. You there? You are Hinn’s servant, correct? So, it is you, my rescuer from the warehouse. I should be equally surprised to see you in this place. I did say I intended to seek a new path in life. And you chose a prison run by criminals and crooked guards as your new calling. All men must eat. Although I am not sure what I cook here counts as food or just another form of Abby’s torture. When we last met, you swore not to forget the service I did you. I remember. Then perhaps you could fetch the key to this cage and hand it to me. To steal the key would be far too dangerous for me. But if you can find a means to slip three of these bars, I may be able to aid you in some other way. How exactly? There is Mandre in the kitchen. With it, I can try to brew a seditive strong enough to run the guards to sleep. That would be a tremendous aid. Where have you gone? Enkido, if you still draw breath, I would welcome your help. I should have known you would find me. If only you could aid me. The key to my cell, it is somewhere in this forsaken place. Careful. Careful. Huh? Thank you, my friend. I can always count on you. Ah, damn the bugs. Though of humble make, these weapons should serve me well. Before I depart, I must settle Abby’s fate for good. Thanks to you, soon you will taste the bitter of your teeth. You die now. What’s here? Freeing these captives would sow chaos and aid my escape. Pay for your heat. What? The potion that hinn servant brewed has proven potent indeed. Creation is happening. Come. Your sins are upon you. Get into the gates. But I send you to the guy. They serve only two types of meals here. Come closer. My deepest thanks. Oh, come on. That plunge is too great even for me. What? Your own mother won’t recognize what is left of you. I’m done. Hey Hold on. Hey, where’s the trouble? Get over here. Thanks. You have our gratitude here to test my sword. What the here? Time to finish you off. Good one. Won’t run me. Hold where you stand. Best jump. We take this path as one. You got poison played. I can feel its filth in my blood. Stronger than anything I have felt before. I must reach you. I am not ready. Missable [ __ ] Sh. That wish come. What happened? Is he alive? If so, for how much longer? I do not know. Oh my god. drink. Nimlock did warn me. I was a fool to walk right into their trap in the market. Perhaps you still have some lessons to learn, Basim. You will men soon enough. Thank you for recovering my things. I may be old, but I still have a few tricks left. I also took the liberty of grabbing a rather fine dagger. The same one that almost ended your life. While you were away, I sought word of your father. The oasis came up. During my captivity, I spoke with another prisoner. He said, “My father is there. The house marked by a blue door. With Haris dead and his men leaderless, nothing can stop me from finding him. If you wish, I can come with you. I know you yearn to see him again. But for now, I must go alone. I understand, Passen. Go find your father. Do you still feel the poison’s grip? Thanks to your aid, it hold has faded. You must take greater care, Basin. Next time, I may not be there to help. I give you my word. And what word on your father? I cannot speak of it yet. But I will find him. Though I pray he remains among the living and is not consigned to the next world. Either way, you will have your answers. That is what matters most. Yes. But not at the cost of your own life. Hm. This burnt bean brew offends the tongue. You know nothing of fine flavor. Greetings. Would you care to sample the wine of the bean? Wine of the bean. What manner of drink is this? Ah, it is drawn from the roasted seeds of a shrub that grows far to the south. And what virtue does it hold? It steadies the mind and kindles the body. One draft and weariness is driven off. You speak with great confidence. Uh perhaps you will permit a taste. It is sharp upon the tongue. Its true flavor unfolds with time. Perhaps a touch of milk might temper its edge. Preposterous. None in their right mind would taint the brew in such a manner. I need well met. Nice to see you. May I see your wares? Take a look. The tools do make a difference. Very well. Going to enhance your gear. Got what you needed. I will be off then. So long. Show me the path ahead. Wow. Heat. Huh? Huh? Reloading. Why do this? My father spoke of Dennis, half man, half shade, born of jin and mortal blood. He said it bears but one arm, one leg, and half a face. Yet it hops with unholy speed. Its eye gleams like molten rock and its touch brings death so swift. The flesh falls from the victim’s bones in a single breath. That is nothing. A merchant from Baghdad once told me of the Shad Hafar. He said it roams the lands of Rome with a single horn of wondrous design. Hollow and branching into many pipes. When the wind size through those pipes, it plays a melody so sweet that beasts draw near to. And when they come too close, the shadafar tears them limb from limb and devour them whole. At last, I am almost there. But what will I say after all these years? Will he even want to see me? My father left me in summer for a reason. Still, if I can at least understand why. What do you see? Go now. Greetings, Sadiki. I see a fine ode by your side. Practiced in its use, are you? Oh, yes, I am able to play. Are you familiar with it? I will admit I am not a very practiced musician, but the horde is an instrument that brings me great pleasure when I have the opportunity to play. I find it a great diversion from the vagaries of life. Indeed, it can be. Unfortunately, those opportunities are rare as I do not carry my own in my travels. Why don’t you claim mine here? I would be pleased to see your technique. Oh, yes. That is very kind of you to offer. Not at all. The robbers were here though there is no sign of bloodshed. Father, are you here? I remember this toy. Here, Basson. I made this for you. Thank you, father. You like it is the best toy ever. I want to make toys like this when I grow up. With patience and practice, you will. We played this game the night before he left. Father, where are you going? To a place not meant for little ones. Why can’t I come with you? Why can’t I come? Do not cry, Bassel. Remember, you are the one who smiles. But I must go. Dwish, he will take care of you now. Father, please. Do not leave me. Is it because of the toy I broke? No, Bam. No. I’m sorry. I will be good. I promise. Don’t leave me. Please, father. Yes. The book of bedtime songs. Fathered. Sing it again. Again? But you should be asleep. Please, father. Fine. Just one more time. Make it quick. So they really took the old fool. I doubt he even noticed as they did. Confused does not begin to cover it. Where did they take him? Some camp up north. Middle of nowhere. That is where the real chief holds court. For the sake of the idiot farmers living around here, we must appear dutiful while investigating the so-called disappearance. too old to do this. Got that one on the thigh from the back. I want to talk to you. this time. When I find you, you will bleed. Hey, hey, help. I got one. My father has been taken. To find him, I must journey into the north of Alola. But who leads the robbers now? With Harvest dead, I wonder who this real chief may be our goal. You’ll be making catch murderers here everywhere. Better keep a low profile here. Yellow. Huh? Heat. Heat. Don’t move. Yellow. Yellow. That’s smoke. I should investigate. Lend me your eyes. Please show me. We’ve got everything. Time to I beg of you, stranger. I need your aid. My thanks. These degenerate, the robbers who attacked us stole everything and we must now learn to live without. Tell me from where did these robbers come? They suddenly appeared from the nearby canyon. Yolo. There is something here. This must be one of the robbers’s hideouts. There could be useful information here to help me find my father. What do you see, Ankido? Let’s go. I thought This is helpful. I should check this area. Pardon? Hold on. Your life ends on my blade. Thank you, demon. Don’t get my way. Hold on. Going to rip your goddamn hold. I should look at this more closely. These symbols, it seems to communicate. I must investigate further. Uh-oh. Aha. It appears I have found one of the robber’s secret layers. Perhaps there is a clue here that will lead me to my father. Come on. Come on. Soon enough, I shall have my answers. Until then, I must remain focused. If only I could understand what I did so grievously wrong. Or perhaps you deemed the error. Stop. I dare you. Father, why did you abandon me all those trespass? Yeah. Steady yourself, Bassin. You are a man now, not a boy. This looks like a hidden den of the robbers. Maybe I will find the information I need to locate my father. Cast your gaze and kidu. Release me with the key and I will help you. Hey, fruit. Hey, stop now and beg me. Be my eyes. What? Get hurt. Is this the room or after night after nights are quiet? Has he no shame? stealing from his own brothers. There must be honor among thieves. Rest easy. That dirty traitor dog is locked up tight while we decide his fate. Who holds the key to his cage? Is it you? No, I left it with Ahmed. Hey, he’s the host. Hey, what’s going on? A hit. Anyone see what’s going on? Don’t leave the port. This traitor they spoke of may hold useful secrets, and this key might help loosen his tongue. I poison blade and you’re at an elimin. Shame must face me over you. Snake son will go. Your blood will drink my poison. Release me again and I will help you. You look like you’re after some answers. Perhaps we can strike a bargain. You will have your bargain if you answered my questions. But how do I know you will not alert the camp the moment I free you just to regain favor with your old friends? Speak your questions and we shall see. That is not exactly reassuring. Do you want answers or not? I seek an old man recently taken from the oasis. Old man? Yes, I know the one. I helped capture him just the other day. On whose orders? Abbis is dead. Mine was the last face he saw. Abs. He was never a true chief. He answered to Nimlot. Nimlot? He commands your band of cutouts. That’s right. Though I’ve now parted from them, as you can see. Do you know where the old man is held? It’s hard to explain, but you will find it marked on this map. The place serves as Nimlot’s base. All we steal goes there, then is sold off by a network of friendly merchants. To gain entry, you will need a whistle. You will find one upon that table. To pass as one of us, blow upon the whistle when you are standing close to the side. Hurry up and set me free. You’re a real man. Wonder too much like myself. I possess all that is needed to rescue my father. Only Nimlock stands in my way. So, Nimlot has been my enemy all along. How could I have been so naive? But why take my father unless he hopes to use him as bait? Orange. Yeah. Fire. Come on. Go look. Get out. We must locate the proper spot to sound the signal. Let us get a wider view. The note I found on that robber spoke of a certain mark upon the ground. This symbol is wrong. I must find the correct one. I need your eyes. Ah, good. Here it is. the right mark. Now to gain entry, I must give the signal. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. This is where it begins. My father is somewhere inside. I must find a way to gain entry into the fort’s inner compound. Survey the area. I should listen to these robbers. They could have valuable information. By the way, Nimlad says the inner wall is weak in places, fit to crumble at any moment. Too bad the Khalifa so-called architect cannot mend it. Not in his state. This is no just. Make sure no explosives remain too close or they may accidentally blow a bridge wide open. You have never seen you here before. I seek an audience with the one they call Nimlot. You wish to trade with him in a manner of speaking. But first, I must get past the gate. Seems you are looking to strike a bargain. And what price do you set? I trade in rare items, amulets, talismans, charms of protection. Offer me something of worth, and I will see you through that gate. I trust this meets your requirements. Very much so. We have a deal now. I will honor my end. You will follow me and carry one of my crates inside. Am I to act as your servant? You learn fast. Pick up that crate and follow me. Stay close. We must not draw attention. Speak no word. There are ears everywhere. When a job is too easy, I worry that the next will be my last. But I am also always hungry. Fortune smiles. Let us pass. I have a delivery for Nemlot. For appearanc’s sake, we must take this crate to the supply room. You are risking much to help me. I have my vices, but breaking a bargain is not one. You may set down the crate, and if anyone asks how you gained entry, keep me out of it. got you. Go. Guide me. Huh? Worth my I need your eyes. We have to order a plan. Ro. of the attackers. Why does Niml keep me waiting? Does he truly want the astrolave? He will see him when he’s ready. For now, he has more urgent. I hope Numlad values the effort I took to secure this astroname. Effort? You mean like when you killed that old woman? That was no effort. It was liberating. But nearly getting caught by the guards out is not my plans. You know, not all the guards are in blood. Some actually forgot. I thought we silenced most of those heroes. He’s going to pay for The astrologer is ready to make his grand entrance. Hopefully, it is enough to persuade any of the guards to grant me passage. Open this door at once. Who is there? It is the astrologer. I bring the astrolab Nimlot requested. Nimlot is busy. You must wait. I have other matters to attend to. If Nimllock wants the astrolab, he must see me now. Fine, fine. Keep your temper. None of them are the man I seek. And stealing is fool. Someone should back home. Why do I always father? Who are you to call me father? I have no offspring. Spare me your delusions. Is that my father suffering such torments? No, this is not my father. Thank you. I feared it was the end for me. You can show your gratitude by telling me where I can find Nimlot. He locked himself in the tower. But to pass through, you will need the key. It is in the captain’s pocket. Be my eyes. Enkidu. I need to kill you. Got a spear in the back. Now you need to make it count. Steady yourself. Come on. Oh no. Pathetic. I’m warning you. Nimlot is in the tower and he alone knows where my father is located. Astrologer, you are early and I am busy with other Let me correct myself. You fasten are on time. Where is my father? Where is my father? I could ask the same of you. What are you blathering on about? You think you can use my father as a hostage to save your own life? That was never the plan. Then what? To watch you suffer as I slowly slit the old pig’s throat. Why involve him? Your fight is with me. Indeed. You truly have no idea, do you? Let me demystify it for you. A father for a father. Your father, what was it you called him? and ruling. King Arul was an act of justice. Ah yes, the hidden ones and their moral high ground. You believe so fiercely in your spotless justice. But what of his hack init? You only know him as a memory. And yet here you are ready to kill anyone standing in your way. Your father was a monster. Your kind never paused to consider the consequence of your deeds, do you? You think of uh justice as an end in itself. Yet justice is consequence. Where is my father? As I said, you will kill anyone standing in your way. I stand in your way. Father, I know exactly what you’re thinking. Can you reach me before I reach him? Of course. If my dagger parts his flesh, even as yours parts mine, for me, it will be worth it. Speak your final words. Some months ago, after many years away, I returned home to Baghdad to see my father one last time. But as we were merely starting to rekindle our ties, you stole that from me. My chance to show him I had made something for myself. Your father deserved death. You deserve death. Who are you to decree a man’s death bears him hawk? Your prize joke on it. Father. Father. Are you looking for your father, young man? I do not think he is here. I do not like this place. I must go. You do not smile much, young man. That that thing. Where did you get it? In Samur. Why has Samurat changed so much? It is very dark. I do not like it. What do you remember of Samura? Of home. I have lived here all my life. But now the Khalifa says that I must go to another place. No coming back. And what of your son? Yes. Yes. Basson. That is his name. He is my son. My boy must not suffer for my failure. The journey I must take. The dangers, the shame. He will not taste them. They are mine alone. My son, he has a future. I have none. Why not tell him this? He is too young. He cannot understand. I must do something. Sit. What must you do? I will see the sunrise one more time before I leave summer. There is a tomb out there like the ones in Hala. I never had the chance to witness the monuments of that land. Only what I have read the stories. My father once read those same stories to me. Do you want to see the sunrise from near the tomb? It will be just like Alola. I can take you there. We will go together. Good. Good. Ling be so be It is what you mech. Do you do you remember your wife? Wife? I have no wife. Not since Bassam’s mother. Tell me about her. Who was she? I once saw a young woman in the bazaar. Brought here from across the sea. From a land far to the north, they said. Such a delicate beauty. Eyes like the blest sky in winter. and her smile. Basam inherited my looks. But the way he smiles, that belongs to his mother. She left this world too soon, taken by a sickness before she could see more of it. What was her name? I cannot recall. It is gone. After you left Samura, where did you journey? I have not left Samura. I am here even now. Though that time draws to an end. Then where do you wish to go? I would dearly love to behold the great mosque of Kortuba in Aland Andelus and one day the ancient marvels of Alawa. They say those wonders are unsurpassed. My father spoke of Kuba Sakra that sacred dome in Aluds. Ah, yes. It would be a sight. Yet for grander, surely nothing compares to Alam, the great pyramids of Muscle. Imagine scaling their heights and gazing out over endless sands. Truly, none have dared such a feat. Of all the cities, Ostanteneia is the one I feel drawn to most, though I cannot understand why. Yes, home to a Sophia. They say she is the grandest and loveliest of all, Geneisa. How I wish I could behold her beauty, but my time is much too brief. One day I shall journey to Costantania and you will be with me in my heart. What is that you say? Your heart. Ah, it is nothing. Look, we are nearly at the tomb. I wish my son could see this. Bassim, the one who smiles. He is a good boy. He will grow into a fine man one day. It is time. I must go. I will not be coming back. Tell my little Basson. Tell him one day when his time comes, we will be together again. Until then, he has a life to live. Tell him that. If you see him, I will tell him. So, you have a smile after all. Heat. Heat. Well, did you find him? A mere echo of the man I once knew. Time has wrought its changes. Yet my heart remains thankful. I do not understand. I have faced my past, Dwish. Few get that chance. Now I must look toward the future. toward the man I am destined to become.
Assassin’s Creed Mirage DLC Walkthrough Part 1 and until the last part will include the full Assassin’s Creed Valley Of Memory Gameplay on PS5 Pro. This Assassin’s Creed Valley Of Memory Gameplay is recorded in 4K 60FPS on PS5 Pro and will include the full game, all endings and all boss fights.
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