On the ridge less than five hundred feet away, the men and horses of the lizard tribe appeared. Some kind of wolf-like beast ran at the front, menacing and roaring. Muhati felt the horses frightened, their nostrils gaping and neighing.

Someone who comes is careful not to be attacked by arrows. Some riders held round shields, made of wicker, covered in human skin, with large lizards painted with teeth and claws. Half of them wore helmets, but they weren't of the finest metal, just rough stuff made of wood and cooked leather.

Large pairs were armed with short bows suitable for mounted archery, while others were armed with spears or scimitars, curled battle axes or obsidian sledgehammers. The terrain here is extremely unfavorable for riders to form formations, but most of the members of the Lizard Tribe are elves, and they have excellent eyesight and marksmanship.

The half-elf strapped a small round shield to his forearm, and was vigilant. The Psychic Warlock stood side by side with this man, and although it was hot, he didn't sweat a drop.

The elves of the lizard tribe stopped in front of a stone's throw and stepped forward alone. His horse was tall, pitch-black, and covered with horrific animal bones on his head.

"You have killed the caravan under our protection. The visitor shouted in a cold voice. The tone is more akin to a statement than an inquiry.

"So what?" scoffed the half-elf. "I've trampled on too many ants, do you want me to worry about them all and they don't have any relatives?"

The comer let out an angry roar, and his mount stood up. The bones on its body were loosely strung together, colliding with each other and ringing non-stop. "I don't know," he said, "I'm going to cut off your head and put it on a pillar to decorate!"

The half-elf's answer was a precise arrow that hit the comer's eye. The arrow enters through the eye socket and exits the back of the head, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

The battle began.

It's too late, it's too fast, and the enemy's arrows are already flying in front of you. The telemancer reflexively tilted his head, and could almost feel the arrow feathers pass past his ears. The Half-Elf's men had already begun to fight back, and a man from the Lizard Tribe was shot by a stray arrow and dropped from his horse.

The half-elf's horse was also shot, but he flipped off his horse and still fought back.

The horseback warriors of the Lizard tribe rushed forward with arrows, and although some people continued to fall from their horses, the rest of the people still charged unflinchingly and bravely. There are few people on the half-elf side, and once they fall into melee combat, they will inevitably suffer. Fortunately, the intersection is narrow, and the other party can't rush up, and the more wins.

Seeing that the situation was dire, the Psychic decided that he would no longer be hiding.

Muhadi concentrates and unleashes his powers. As the psychic energy was enriched in him, the psychic warlock's entire body was glowing with a faint blue light, and his eyes were all blue, and even Hitomi couldn't see it. Huge energy gathered in his heart, causing his entire body to lift slightly, suspended in the air.

At this time, Muhadi's five senses have been strengthened to the limit, and the qiē around him, whether it is color, sound, or everyone's thought fluctuations, can be seen at a glance. In everyone's astonished eyes, he shot an amplified blast of psionic energy.

The power of this move was maximized due to the narrow terrain, and the samurai of the lizard tribe who rushed ahead were caught off guard and were knocked down and crushed by the ability. Some of the rubble fell from the rock face, and the whole ground shook slightly, like a drum surface.

A few samurai on horseback hurriedly stopped their horses, scrambling and flipping on their backs, barely falling into the range of the ability. Muhadi read a lot from their faces, some shocked, some surprised, and more still overwhelmed, but there was no hint of retreat.

"Psychic manlock. The half-elf looked at Muhati from head to toe as if he had known him for the first time. "I knew there was something weird about you. ”

Without waiting for Muhadi to answer, the half-elf continued. "To tell you the truth, I had planned to rob you near the city of Nibennai............ A rich man like you, and you didn't have bodyguards with you, I thought luck had found me. He shrugged. “...... I knew that the bitch of fate always wanted to take a chance to hate me. ”

"A musician once said that you either have to take fate by the throat or be by her. Muhathir said. "Am I not on your side now, and I will not be hostile to you because of things that have not been born. ”

"We'll see," said the half-elf. "But if you want me to die, it won't be easy. ”

On the other side, the people of the Sitting Lizard tribe no longer tried to take the initiative to attack. They carefully kept their distance, as if waiting for someone.

At this time, the other people who had just witnessed Muhadi's great power gathered around. The half-elves' subordinates were all vulgar men and were not good at words, but they still praised him sincerely. Only the strong man Lex did not come forward to praise, but beat his chest and paused, saying loudly that the previous competition must have been deceived by the telemagician.

Several of the freed slaves had different expressions, and some of them were full of reverence, but they were afraid that they had never seen such a powerful psionic person in their lives. Some people have suspicious expressions on their faces, with the power that Muhathir has just shown, it can be said that he is completely in control of their life and death, if he harbors evil intentions, what will happen?

Muhati ignored what the others were thinking, and focused on what was happening on the other side.

The caravan was intercepted only a few days ago, and there was nothing left alive. The most plausible explanation for the fact that these tribesmen were able to chase and kill them in such a short period of time is that the singers of their tribe are very powerful and have used their abilities to manifest this qiē.

Although these elven warriors were brave and fierce, they could no longer pose much of a threat to the current Muhadi. The singer who has not yet shown up is different, the battle between the psychic warlocks is mysterious and varied, and the slightest mistake can lead to the loss of everything.

Muhadi's psionic level had stagnated at the seventh level for a long time, but he was becoming more and more proficient in the techniques he used, and he was no longer jerky before.

The half-elf saw if the enemy would rush up for a while, thought about it, and gave an order: "It's almost time to eat, let's eat normally." ”

The Psychic Warlock glanced at the half-elf with the eyes of a weirdo. "Yours is the case. He said.

"Anyway, you're here, they don't dare to come. The half-elf said. "So what are my people doing standing up? "He said my three words very seriously.

"I may not have beaten their tribesmen. Muhathir said.

"Then I can't beat it, especially if I'm hungry. The half-elf said, picking up a piece of bacon out of nowhere.

"Most people should at least thank me. The psychic sorcerer stared ahead, casually talking to the half-elves.

"Do you think I'm like a normal person?".

"It depends on the light or the angle. ”

The half-elf smiled, a razor-like grin. "You'll never hear a word of gratitude from me, rich boy. I will never thank someone like you. What do you know?"

"I know how to deal with their psychic magicians. Muhadi pointed to the lizard tribe, and his psionic sense told him that a psychic was approaching.

"Maybe now we're working together for the time being," he said. "But I and my men will never serve you! I will forever spurn the aristocracy and the rich. Why can you live so comfortably while others can only survive on your scraps? You think that if you know some psionic skills and can clean up the chanter on the other side, you will impress me? Put away your thoughts before it's too late. I am impressed by the skills of countless people who fight against a greater enemy every day - hunger and disease. ”

The Psychic Warlock was about to defend himself when he was interrupted by a sudden attack.

The chanter of the lizard tribe arrived, and Muhadi saw the samurai on horseback on the opposite side approaching a man in a flowered hat. The other party had apparently noticed the Psychic Warlock, who had just displayed a psychic ability aimed at Muhadi.

Two opposing psychic forces converged in Muhadi's body, ferociously fighting each other, trying to overwhelm each other and seize control. The Psychic Warlock felt his body go hot and cold, and many confusing thoughts came to his mind for no reason, each trying to convince him that the fight was pointless and why not give up.

The other party's psionic attainments are almost as powerful as Muhadi's, and there is a strange sense of familiarity. Whether it is the method of using psionic energy, or the nature of the power, it is almost the same.

The other party is also Tianqin's apprentice, and the psychic warlock suddenly realizes that he may still be a senior brother of his own. Lyra recruits gifted tribal mins all year round and trains them in an attempt to increase the psyker's voice in Atas. It can be said that this singer of the sitting lizard tribe is from the same door as Muhadi, which can be said to be excusable.

The other party is much older than him, and he is naturally more experienced. The mind-twisting ability was only his first move, and then more ferocious attacks followed.

Accompanied by their own swordsmen's attacks, the telemancers were restrained, and the horseback warriors of the Lizard tribe launched a storm-like fierce attack. Although the number of elves in Artas is not very large, the momentum is as great as that of thousands of horses.

The half-elf noticed that Muhadi's body was shaking, and knew that he was unreliable at the moment. Now he saw the samurai on horseback on the opposite side rushing up, and the situation took a turn for the worse, but he didn't have the slightest fear, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. Originally, in this narrow area, holding on was the best policy, but all he thought about at this time was to charge.

The arrows fell like a sandstorm in the formations of both sides, and this wave of arrows was much stronger than the tentative contact just now. An arrow went straight to the half-elf's heart, and he threw down his short bow and shook it with his spear, knocking it away, but he felt that the spear was not small. He was one of the few masters with a spear on his horse, and his men, all of whom were very skilled, were not as good as him, and two of them were shot and screamed in a loud voice.

There are few people on their side, and the elves are good at archery, and if they shoot at each other, they won't last long. Choosing to charge by himself seems to be the right bet, the half-elf thought.

The horseback warriors of the lizard tribe also fell off their horses, but none of them flinched. Those in front fell off their horses, and those behind immediately rushed up. One after another, some of the elven warriors who fell off their horses did not lose their breath, but they were trampled to death by their own side and did not care about it.

The half-elf saw that there was a masked samurai in the opposing horse team with bright armor, and thought that it must be a figure with a head and face. He dodged a cavalryman's attack, took advantage of the momentum, and rushed from the other side, stabbing his spear into the side.

The degree and strength of this spear, if Muhathir had seen it, would have appreciated it. The level of the horseback warrior of the sitting lizard tribe was not low, and when he saw the thunderous blow of the other party, his heart was shocked, and his body fell on the saddle. With a thud, the spear hit the right shoulder. The tip of the spear was slightly offset by the leather armor, and it penetrated so deep into the flesh that it almost pierced the shoulder blades.

This man was extremely brave, and even though he was seriously wounded, his legs were still strong, and he caught the war horse and never landed.

The half-elf wanted to pull out the spear, but the other party grabbed the spearhead with his hand and refused to let go. At this time, another seated lizard warrior had approached, and with great speed, he mounted an arrow and aimed it at the half-elf.

The battle between Muhadi and the opposing psionics had entered a white-hot state at this time.

Powerful warriors are all alike, and powerful psychic warlocks are different. The reason for this is that the mind itself is unpredictable and changeable, and the spiritual energy based on it is naturally unpredictable. Each psychic warlock will gradually exhibit his own set of tactics.

This singer of the lizard tribe is obviously familiar with the techniques and types of abilities used by Muhadi. But the other party gave birth to additional changes in the ordinary, adding a bit of power, but suppressed the higher Muhadi.

Strange abilities are distorting the mind of the Psychic Warlock, and Muhadi knows them well, but he can still sense the difference in style between the other person and his own. For example, Muhadi is more likely to distort his opponent's memories and reverse his opponent's thinking when he casts these abilities. But this enemy is focused on attacking more inconspicuous targets, such as the way the mind deals with problems.

In front of a powerful psychic man, the human brain is not like a black box, inputting a number of numbers from the outside world to get the processing result. Thousands of years ago, great psychic magicians began to study the way the human brain perceives the world and processes information.

Muhadi is fighting back against psychological cues that forced him to commit suicide. Suddenly, the world in his eyes suddenly changed, like a beautiful Reflectionist landscape painting, suddenly losing its color and shape, and becoming a blurry and nameless object, like a palette in the painter's hand.

This is a psychic attack on the permanence of perception. In the eyes of normal people, although objects are projected to the retina by the same person at different distances due to the relationship between near and far, the human mind recognizes them as objects of the same size, relying on perceptual constancy. This basic function of the mind was destroyed by the supernatural ability, which immediately led to Muhadi being unable to observe the world correctly.

Even more dangerous, a qiē object in the eye loses its shape, indicating that the psychic man's brain has a heavy problem in the process of processing information. In general, the brain is able to classify the different mottled color patches in the field of vision according to the contours of objects. Now that he could no longer see the shape of objects, Muhadi knew that his mind was disorganized, that he had lost the ability to classify and summarize information, and that every object was confused with the background.

This upheaval in the mind is enough to bring unspeakable pain and completely upend one's senses. Muhadi was not in pain, so he was able to remain calm and think about what to do.

Fear is like the wind, the wind passes without a trace, and I stand majestically. Muhadi meditated in his heart.

Seeing that the other party was about to pierce his heart with an arrow, the half-elf abandoned his spear and drew his sword in danger, flashed the arrow, and slashed from top to bottom, completely killing the wounded enemy. Then, he turned his head to concentrate on the emerging enemy.

That psychic warlock is going to be terrible, half-elf thought. By this time, the mounted warriors of the Lizard tribe had rushed to the opposite line of defense, cut down three freed slaves, and were trampling their horses. These warriors were all first-class fighters and skillful cooperation, and it was immediately clear that Muhathir was fighting against his own chanters, and it was the most vulnerable time. So they bent their bows and arrows, ready to shoot. And the telemancer's vision was blurred, and he could only barely sense the sound of danger, which was difficult to counter.

The half-elf didn't like this rich man in his heart, but he also shared the weight of things. The scimitar turns like flowing water, slashing at the enemy without stagnation.

This move went straight and fast, and the horseback warrior of the lizard tribe couldn't dodge it no matter how nimble he was. Seeing that the knife was passing through his own defenses, the latter abandoned his bow and drew a Jabia dagger, which accurately held the tip of the half-elf's knife as if it had an eye.

It is also thanks to the narrow terrain here, and the huge numerical advantage of the lizard tribe cannot be fully wielded, and only the first dozen or so people can hand it over, and they also feel restricted. The half-elves and the freed slaves barely supported it, so that the army was not completely wiped out.

The half-elf failed to deal with the opponent he was struggling with, and attacked another enemy. The latter, disturbed by him, shot an arrow that was deflected by a few points, missing the psychic mancer's head and striking him in the arm.

Muhadi felt an arrow in his right arm, but it didn't hurt him. Gestures are not required to manifest abilities, so they don't interfere with his counterattack.

The Psychic Warlock unleashed a forced sensory connection ability that forced the Singers of the Lizard Tribe to feel the same chaos as he did. The move seemed to work, and the pervasive psychic attack eased slightly, and Muhadi seized the opportunity to create a wall of astral qualities with his ability to protect himself from the arrows.

The singer was older than Muhadi and had a greater variety of abilities. After being countered by al-Muhadi's surprise, he quickly unleashed a powerful ability that created an almost impenetrable personal psychic barrier that made him immune to attacks on spirits.

Seizing the opportunity to consolidate his defenses, Muhathir unleashed the Time Plus ability, forcing the world to pause for a moment. Then, he unleashed the energy barrage ability, which exploded with a multicolored trail and flew towards the singer.

Time flowed again, and the singer realized the crisis he was facing, and without a trace of hesitation, he used the mind exchange ability to swap bodies with Muhadi in an instant.

Muhadi cannot see or hear, and now relies entirely on perceiving the fluctuations of his mind to determine the enemy's position. Suddenly, he felt a faint feeling of dizziness, barely noticeable in the chaotic sensation created by the ability that accompanied Mo Nengyu.

The Psychic Warlock remained calm, and instantly realized that he and the Singer had exchanged bodies. He knew that the opponent was finished, and the previous great psychic warlock Lasgu died under this move. In addition to his own soul, Muhadi also had the mind of the primordial warlock lodged, and Rajat did not like to be disturbed by visitors.

Sure enough, Muhadi felt the chants' thoughts tremble violently, and then suddenly disappeared into oblivion. His own original body fell to the ground as if it were dead, alive like a corpse. A psionic master who is not weak died silently in a mysterious and changeable duel.

The surging energy missile flew towards the psychic warlock's current body, and Muhadi had no time to perform a mind exchange and then transfer his body, so he could only barely resist. He showed an energy barrier in the shortest possible time, but it was still not enough to completely withstand his onslaught of attacks. At the last moment, a samurai of the Lizard tribe blocked several attacks for him in order to protect his tribe's chanter.

Muhadi returns to his original body with the ability to return to his original body, at which point his opponent is dead and the ability affecting his mind has been removed. He heard a cheer from the warriors of the Lizard Tribe around him, but the cheers stopped abruptly when he suddenly rose from the ground and the singers of his own tribe fell.

A samurai on horseback was right in front of the Psychic Warlock, and he was about to trample his horseback. Muhadi easily used a paralysis cue to send his mount limp to the ground, and then reaped his life.

The half-elves, who were struggling with their enemies, saw Muhadi get up again, and shouted something from afar, but the psychic warlock didn't hear it.

Muhadi looked around, and the warriors of the lizard tribe were retreating. They were protecting the soulless corpse of the Singer and slowly retreating. There were several corpses lying on the ground, both enemy and own.

The slaves who took up arms had all been killed, including the half-elves themselves, and there were five people left on Muhadi's side, all wounded. But they have psionic powers, and the other side doesn't, which gives them a decisive battlefield advantage.

Muhadi looked at the corpse on the ground, then gathered all his energy and began to pursue.

The killing continued until it was almost dark, and then it was over.

The lizard tribe left behind about twenty horseback warriors, who were almost slaughtered one-sidedly. After being struck down by Muhadi's psionic powers, the half-elves and his men cut off the pointed ears of the dead elves and kept them away. These ears can be exchanged for money from witch kings who hate non-human races, such as Ram's Abela Chili. Of course, the half-elves did not dare to collect it in person, so they could only entrust an intermediary.

Upon their return, Muhadi and his family witnessed another massacre.

Those who had been left behind and had not taken part in the battle were almost wiped out, almost unarmed and utterly powerless in the face of the attack.

It turned out that the warriors of the lizard tribe also knew that the narrow mountain road was not good for attacking, so they secretly sent a small group of men and horses to try to attack behind Muhadi from a small road. This small group of men showed up the people who had been left behind by the half-elves in the "safe area", and executed them all mercilessly.

By this time, the attackers had long since disappeared, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

The half-elf didn't say a word, and there was no expression on his face, but from the fluctuations of his thoughts, Muhathir could feel the unrest in his heart.

"We killed their chantors and wounded their chieftain severely. Muhadi said, "Soon, the enemies of the lizard tribe will seize on their weak spots and attack." ”

The half-elf was silent for a long time, and then he said, "And then these dead people come back to life?"

"I didn't expect a mercenary like yours to be so sentimental. The Psychic Warlock replied.

"I didn't choose to be battle-hardened of my own volition. The half-elf said. "Fuck off, rich boy, I'll be alone for a while. ”

"My spirit can feel that there are still people alive. Muhathir noted. "Over there, let's go over and have a look. ”

His psionic abilities were not wrong, and soon, several survivors appeared in a hidden place by the half-elves. A shivering half-naked girl, three skinny men.

The half-elf's face changed slightly, and he recognized the woman as the one who accompanied his men during the break. Listen to these people explain that they happened to be hiding here when the attackers arrived. The half-elf's subordinate had not been attacked in the first place, and he deliberately leaked himself to divert the enemy and protect them.

However, if it weren't for Muhadi and the Half-Elves who defeated the main force of the Lizard Tribe, they would have died in the desert. It can be said that their lives were also saved by Muhadi and others.

Fearing that the lizard tribe would chase and kill again, the half-elf ordered to speed up the march, day and night. Muhadi did not raise any objection to this, and the fact that he defeated a chanter does not mean that he will be able to deal with the next enemy.

After several days of trekking, they reached a small settlement near the city of Nibenai.

From here, Muhadi intends to turn back in the direction of Ram City and then take 6 routes to the ruins of the ancient halfling.

Once there, he will attempt to reopen the halfling's portal to the future.

Naturally, this plan could not be revealed to the half-elves, and the latter decided to part ways with the psychic warlock at this time.

"I've thought about it," said the half-elf to Muhadi after arriving in the village. "Although the original agreement was to escort you to your designated destination, I had to terminate this contract early. ”

Muhadi shrugged. "It ended in this peaceful way...... I have no opinion. ”

"It's none of my business, but I'd like to ask......" The Psychic Warlock continued. "What do you want to do next?"

The half-elf moved his lips, as if he wanted to say some mean sarcasm to this "rich boy". But in the end, he gave up on the idea.

"I'm going to help them settle here. "The half-elves are the ones who survived. "I've never liked that subordinate, but that girl, she's pregnant, and the child could be his. So I still want to help him. ”

"Is that woman pregnant?" the psychic sorcerer wondered. He remembered that on the way, a half-elf subordinate and the woman sneaked away and got pregnant?

"Why, as a psychic mancer, you can't even see this?" the half-elf asked rhetorically.

"I'm not omniscient. Muhadi said indifferently.

"I will stay in this small village for a while and then I will leave. My subordinate seems to have a brother and a niece in the city of Nibennai. Maybe I'll go to them and inform them. Maybe I'll go somewhere else, I don't want to be a mercenary anymore, maybe I'll become an adventurer in the future. ”

Listening to the half-elf's words, Muhati was thoughtful. Then the half-elf said to him, "Why don't you give the unborn a name?" ”

The Psychic Warlock was stunned for a moment, then said, "Moyadi." ”

"Moyadi? Okay, that's it. The half-elf said. "Is this an old variation of your own name?"

Muhadi said no, in the end, it was I who took your body and replaced it. Or did I give you more than ten years of life, creating something out of nothing?

The Psychic Sorcerer mentally asked the former owner of his body.

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