In the eyes of the coalition forces, the Tyrs still have three or four thousand remnants, and they really can't reach any serious threat. In the past month or so, the two armies have fought several times, and the Tyre army has taken advantage of the terrain or extreme weather to ambush them, so as to take advantage of a little advantage. Engaged head-to-head, the Templars of the Three Cities were unafraid of the rabble.

And everyone in the coalition knows that in fact, the current engagement at the army level does not determine the final overall situation. What can ultimately determine the victory or defeat of Tyr is the duel between masters of the level of the Witch King. The only reason why the army was sent was to use it to plunder supplies and population after victory, and to establish a new rule. Hamanu, the Witch King of Ulric, was so suspicious that he did not dare to leave his city for a long time, lest he be taken advantage of by his rivals. His plan was to wait until he had reached the city of Tyre, and then he would personally go out and work with the other two witch kings to destroy the cunning guardian mages in Tyre.

It was only natural that several of the Returned Tribes would be sent to the vanguard, and the High Templars did not want to pay too many casualties. These tribesmen are not sorry to die, as long as they can consume a little strength of the Tyrs, and they can send a message back. As for the main force of the army, it is still driving the huge siege towers to advance slowly.

In addition to the Crazy Horse tribe, several other tribes that submitted to the Coalition were also sent out, including humans, elves, and even halflings. They were sent around the mine to monitor the movements of Tyre's army, and were ordered to prevent the enemy from escaping as much as possible.

As a result, nearly 2,000 warriors from thirteen tribes rushed to the desert on the outskirts of the iron mine overnight, threatening the iron mine's trade routes from three different directions. Due to a lack of manpower and internal chaos, Tyre did not make such a large-scale move.

The remnants of the Crazy Horse tribe that Muhadi is now are only a part of the forwards sent by the coalition forces, but there are also hundreds of warriors. When they joined the coalition, their equipment was somewhat improved, and instead of holding obsidian stone hammers and axes, they were replaced with rusty scimitars and daggers. The psychic sorcerer observed for a moment, and also saw four samurai wearing plate armor. Most of their armor was chains, but they wore large metal plates for defense on their chests, so this type of armor was called plate armor.

Compared to the regular army, their weapons were still rudimentary. Most of the scimitars were old, and even the ornamentation on the handles had been worn away, leaving only the bare wooden handles. The iron rings on the only four pieces of metal armor were thin and large, unlike the armor worn by the Templars, which usually consisted of chain mail with six or even eight iron rings nested, their armor was nested with four iron rings, and their defense was much worse, presumably old goods picked out by the coalition forces at random.

More than a hundred warriors, not something that Muhadi could deal with alone, at least not in his normal state. So he chose to forbear for the time being, and crept away from here.

By the time he returned to his own people, the gladiator-turned-soldiers had been waiting impatiently. "Muhadi, do you have an enemy?" Although in terms of identity, the boy is their commander, but these soldiers are all brought out by Rikas, and they don't look down on Muhadi as a "weak person" who is a remnant of the revolutionary army.

"I'm afraid it's a lot more than you'd like to encounter. "There are more than a hundred soldiers from the Crazy Horse tribe now stationed behind a rock mound on that side, and they are sure to be the Witch King's minions." I saw them standing on the horse flag and the scimitar lion flag of Yuric City, and I could smell the horses from a long distance. ”

"Send two men back to report on the situation," he continued, "I have a hunch that this is only a small part of the enemy's vanguard, and that the Witch King's minions are not so stupid that they can't send just a few men to their deaths. ”

"And what about the rest?" Nadal asked, "will we continue to monitor, or will we take the initiative?"

A dozen against hundred, this balance of power was not enough for Muhati to make the decision to attack. He shook his head, "That's too risky, but we can get closer." When the messengers come back to help, we'll raid those guys. All the loot is yours. ”

Nadal let out a low sigh of excitement and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, looking eager to try. A dozen men dismounted, carefully led their mounts, and came not far from the enemy's camp.

Finally, he could clearly sense his spirit crystal servant, and Muhadi sighed with emotion. Although the Psychic Warlock and his own Spirit Crystal Servant can be said to be the same mind, if they are too far apart, they can only sense the location, and they cannot use the Spirit Crystal Servant to expand the scope of their abilities.

Now, with the help of the Spirit Crystal Servant, he could clearly sense the movement in the opponent's camp.

Over there, the remnants of the Crazy Horse tribe gathered around the campfire, arguing loudly.

"They're so greedy! those bastards in Yurik City, they 'requisitioned' all our livestock, and only got some tattered weapons pulled from the dead in return. Aren't we shedding blood for them, aren't the warriors of the Crazy Horse valiantly fighting the Tyres, is there still a lack of gold and silver to reward the warriors who fought for it, and look above us, isn't the scimitar lion banner fluttering?, why are you sending us here for the first wave of temptation?!" a loud voice roared angrily.

"The richest thing in Yurik City is not gold or steel," said another, older, more tired voice. "The richest in Eurek City is flesh and blood. Too many mercenaries, adventurers, and desert tribes are rushing to serve the Witch Kings. Why should the Templars care if these people live or die? A gold coin and the 10,000 gold coins mean completely different things to people. ”

A loud noise, angry roars, muffled curses, and scathing retorts were felt by Muhadi.

"As it stands, what will we get even if we wait to lay down Tyre, the ruins of the fire, the blood-soaked sand, the rotten corpses—we will have to fight with the scavengers!" said the first. "It's going to be our blood soaking the sands of Tyre, our carcasses being pecked at by birds, our heads going to be used for drinking! I say we're wrong! Medici is wrong! We shouldn't be fighting Tyre any longer, we're not going to take refuge in Ulric!"

Hearing the chief's name, the crowd fell silent for three minutes.

"If in normal times. Mediki's voice sounded, and he didn't look like he was being defeated by difficulties, but he was still unruly. "I will propose a duel to you. But I believe that at this point you are just drinking too much, so your morality can be on your shoulder a little longer. It will not be cut down, and the garbage inside will be taken out and made into containers. ”

"For those who have doubts about my decision, I remind you once again of what the Tyres did to us at the time of the revolution. She raised her voice. "When the revolution broke out, our tribe's caravans happened to be staying in Tyre. The revolutionaries captured us, robbed them of all their belongings and livestock, stripped them naked, and then layers of skin, which hung on the iron pillars of the Punishment Square for the birds to peck at. Crazy Horse's honor has been trampled to the ground, and all the wealth we have worked so hard for a whole year has been snatched away by those thugs. The father of your children, the husband of your wife, the brother of the man, was killed by the Tyres in such an insulting manner, should we bow down to them?!"

"What are their sins?" asked Medicchi. "They're trading slaves, that's right. But they are not slave owners, and there is not a single person in our tribe who cannot be free, and there is no one who can rule over others not by scimitar but by birth or status! We live in the hottest corners of the desert, where there is no production, and slaves are the only commodities we can grab. It was Tyr himself who created this need, but why are we humiliated by the change in Tyre?"

"No one can choose to live forever, but people can choose to die with dignity. No matter how much we suffer, we will take revenge on Tyr!"

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