At the behest of the elven maiden, nineteen pairs of eyes and a tongue were packed in a dirty bag and hung around the neck of the elven archer in the lead. As for Dawood, after being stripped of his clothes, he was left with only a bone dagger, which was regarded as retaining a little bit of his last dignity.

"I'm going to die!" Dawood shamelessly hugged the front leg of Muhadi's mount, "I can't survive the first night here without clothes!"

"Trust your own fat. Muhadi ignored him, raised his horse, and gave the fat elf a touch with his front hooves.

"You!" the boy said, pointing to some of the remaining slaves, these slaves who had come to attack the ancient ruins of the Scorpion tribe were not captured by the enemy, and after they were sold, they actually encountered the Scorpion raiders again, and they were caught again, which was extremely unlucky.

"I'm here to set you free. The elves watched in a circle, and did not stop the boy, for Fatumah had promised him to dispose of the slaves.

The slaves looked at Muhadi numbly, not sure if it was the truth or a cruel joke. Then the boy said, "Take the necessities you need from the corpse and go." I only ask you for one thing. ”

"When you return home, remember to me that it was because of my mercy that you escaped the fate of being killed and toyed with by that fat guy from Dawood. ”

"Yes...... Lord Hassan. There was silence for a while before a few slaves spoke.

"You too. Muhadi said to Dawood's slave girl, the translator, "Go back where you need to go." ”

The slave girl looked at the other dozen or so guys who had begun to leave, and glared at Muhadi, "I don't have a home, I was born to Lord Dawood's house slave, and I have been a slave since I was a child." If you kill Darwood, then I'm nowhere else to go. ”

Throughout, Fatoumah did not contest the teenager's decision. At this time, too, just patiently watching how Muhathir was prepared to respond.

The liberation of these slaves was Muhadi's intention from the beginning. That Dawood was disgusting, and he didn't want to see these people fall into his hands. However, he didn't feel more obligated either. He didn't care at all about what happened to this slave translator.

"Go where you want to go," Muhadi told her, "and one of the burdens of freedom is that you have to make your own decisions." I have nothing to do with what happens after you. If you really think it's hard to be a free man, then follow Dawood, or find another owner, I don't think it's hard. ”

Fatumah smiled and said to his subordinates, "Pack up your prey, we're ready to go home!"

In a cheerful atmosphere, the samurai began to collect the belongings from the corpses, as well as the meat. Eventually, all that remained in the sand was blood all that remained, shattered internal organs, white bones, and scavenging birds hovering overhead.

The slave translator did not leave with the other freed slaves, nor with Dawood, or with the deaf and dumb. She had been standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, looking at the elven warriors who were screaming and mutilating the dead with an indescribable eye. Until Fatuma led the group away, she remained motionless.

The Templar was knocked unconscious and thrown onto the back of a captured hairy hunchback. This raid was very fruitful, and in addition to a large amount of finances, many mounts were also caught. Except for a few who were so badly wounded in the battle that their throats were slit, the others were all spoils.

As for the big beetle, it was released. In the eyes of the desert people, only the sick and children who could not ride horses sat in sedan chairs, and the big beetles were of no use to them.

As the twin moons replaced the dark sun shining in the sky, the Marauders finally withdrew. Before leaving, Muhathir looked back and saw that the slave girl was still kneeling in the pile of corpses, getting smaller and smaller, and finally she was out of sight.

What a weirdo, boy thinks, if it weren't for the oath binding, I would have run away a long time ago. Now someone actually gave freedom and didn't want it.

As Muhadi had expected, the successful attack greatly curryed favor with the chief and the other elves. Fatuma took out some of the spoils and bribed the warriors of the tribe, so that there was a lot of praise and sycophancy everywhere. Young people and children who had not yet become samurai also looked at the victorious warriors and imagined that they would one day become one of them.

The chieftain sent a message to Tyre, demanding gold and steel in exchange for the captured Templar. For a time, Fatoumah's popularity overtook that of her brother.

To celebrate, the tribe began to drink mare's milk and the water of the Night Shadow again. Bragging, boasting, and all sorts of crazy talk along with fire songs fill the night with hustle and bustle.

"You should thank me. Fatoumah drank too much mare's milk and said to Muhathir happily.

"Of course, those slaves, and me, owe you. Muhati nodded.

"You know I'm not talking about slaves, and I don't care what you do with them. Fatuma shook her head and burped, "The one that plucks out his tongue and gouges out his eyes is." ”

"Anyway, the Horde has made an alliance with Tyr, and you're going to send Tyr with you. She poured a large gulp of mare's milk, and Muhathir took a small sip, savoring the sourness, "I will be determined to do so, and the envoys will be treated a little better in Tyre." ”

Fatoumah is doing this for me, al-Muhadi thought.

"You're different from the others," she said, looking at the boy, "you have a quality that doesn't belong in the desert, not even in all of Attas. I felt it the first time I saw you. ”

"You're definitely a lot more observant than I am, at least I never thought I was anything special. "The identity of the traverser is Muhadi's biggest secret, and naturally it will not be revealed no matter what.

She shook her head, and then changed the subject. "Don't hang out with that guy from Fahd, he's a power freak. ”

"Witty, brave, good at martial arts, and good friends. "I don't deny him that, but he's a big fool, and he can only see the tip of his nose as far away." ”

"What was going on in his head, I didn't guess and understood. It's nothing more than becoming a chieftain, and then leading the tribe to grow stronger. ”

"I thought it was the chief's job to lead the tribe to grow. Muhadi commented.

"Yes? You see it that way, so why do you always reveal another strange set of moral standards, such as freeing the slaves?" Fatumah smiled narrowly, "Come on, Muhadi, no matter how much you hide it, you still don't fit in with the desert." ”

"Look around!" she gestured around, "the tribesmen never cry, they are numb to the pain. So these short-sighted guys don't notice the changes around them. ”

"Day after day, the sun rises and sets. Killing, mating, women squeezing out short-lived children in blood-stained beds, that's life? I've seen more than once with my own eyes young elves bury their aging parents alive in the sand. Because they cannot afford to provide for them. "Atas is dying, and so are we." Look at this settlement, once the sacred mountain of the Elven Empire, what is left now? some ruined houses?"

"We've long forgotten the inheritance of our ancestors, and now there aren't even a few people left who know Elven Script. "There is no history, only legends." There is no culture, only customs. What's the difference between us now and perishing? Even if we disappear now, there will always be other tribes to fill the void in the desert. Halflings, perhaps, humans, maybe. Won't they do the same then?"

"Fahd is bent on unifying all the small tribes around him, so what? How many people have tried to do this in ancient times, and now the bones of those conquerors and great chiefs are not rotten in the sand, who remembers?"

"And what is your ideal, Fatoumah. Muhadi asked softly.

"I don't know, maybe it's trying to restore the glory of a part of the elves in ancient times. "When I was a child, I tried to go down to the sandy part of the settlement, and I dug for many days. It didn't work at all, and the friends around me told me that the sand here was magically recruited. It was impossible to be cleared, and I was sad at the time. ”

"So I've been wondering what the ancient elven civilization was like. Will you ever see it with your own eyes?"

"I guess they live in a city built on a forest, worship music and art, take care of the environment and love life. Muhadi said casually.

"As if you've seen it," Fatuma lay on his back on the sand, looking at the sparse stars and the two bright moons in the night sky, "I don't believe that my ancestors were such a group of soft creatures. They must have been fearless warriors, all of them with sculptural countenances, grim expressions, and hearts as cold as iron. ”

"This ......," the boy was speechless.

"Forget it, I can't guess what they look like. But sometimes, I think you're an ancient man, right?"

"You say I'm an ancient?" Muhadi was surprised.

"Well, it was sealed for some unknown reason, and it was resurrected in the depths of the desert thousands of years later, and it happened to be picked up by me. She looked at the stars and explained, "How else are you out of step with the world right now?"

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