How to describe what it's like to travel through a portal is an almost impossible task.

Ordinary senses exist in adaptation to the real world, and the gate of time and space is a passage connecting different times and spaces, where the laws of physics at both ends merge and collapse. Detached from normal time and space, it is like a blind man being thrown into an inexplicable invisible world, and everything around him is unbelievable and indescribable.

Muhadi felt that the process of crossing was only a moment, but partly he felt that the process was extremely long, as if he had spent a lifetime. When he finally appeared from the other side of the door, the Psychic Sorcerer fell to his knees with his hands on his hands, and the blood loss from his wounds made him feel weak, and for a moment he felt very old, like an old man.

This is still the same control room, but there are no ghosts, no traps, and naturally no explosions.

What age is this?' Muhathir thought.

None of the surrounding objects gave him a clue as to the time, and Muhadi stood up and monitored his injuries.

The wound on the arm was deep, and the bleeding had largely stopped, but it had not healed. There were countless other wounds, large and small, but they were not fatal. Muhati estimated that he was now about to look like a beggar, with tattered clothes and bruises.

He remembered the scene in front of the gate of time and space, a violent serial explosion engulfed the space in the control room, the monstrous flames burned out the air, and the voice of the halfling ghost sounded in his ears: "...... I'm going to pull you to the funeral!"

As a last resort, he had no choice but to jump into the gate of time and space to escape. As for what to do then, we can only take one step at a time.

Muhadi briefly assessed his physical condition, and if he could not find food and water for his stomach, he was afraid that he would not live long.

There were no wreckage or traces of the explosion in the control room, so it could only be the past, not the future. But how long ago did it pass? years, decades, centuries, thousands of years, or just a few hourglass hours ago?

If it was in the past, then the barrier in the core area of the halfling ruins should not have been lifted, and I don't know if I can get out.

Muhadi pondered for a moment, then sat cross-legged in the center of the control room, closing his eyes and meditating. He needed plenty of rest to regain his spirit. Without the support of psychic abilities, he could not move an inch in this treacherous ruin.

There was silence all around, and the Psychic Warlock remained motionless like a statue. It took several hourglasses before he reopened his eyes and stood up on the ground with one hand.

"Open the channel. He said using his manipulating voice ability to mimic the voice of a halfling ghost.

After waiting for about three heartbeats, the heavy metal door overhead silently parted, revealing the way up.

The Psychic Warlock had climbed up the path, about fifty feet high, and he figured out what to do next.

The reason why it was troublesome when I came in was because the external ruins were not well preserved, and many of the equipment left behind by the halflings had been destroyed and could not accept orders. Now that I'm in the core ruins, can't I get out?

Didn't the High Evolver leave a "message"? Muhadi thought he could command the core area to turn off the barrier.

With the three-dimensional map in his mind, Muhadi emerged from the bottom of the ruins and returned to the upper ruins. In that room, where there were countless cultivation buckets, he ordered the halfling machine to make him a meat the size of a cat and bring it to the lizard. Lacking the right tools, the Psychic recited the name of the Great Lord, then broke the little creature with his bare hands, drained the blood and ate it raw.

Lizard meat isn't delicious, but at least it provides calories and essential protein for recovery.

The "message" left by the high evolutionary reappeared, and Muhadi guessed correctly, this vault did not prevent the people inside from going out.

He ordered the projection floating in mid-air to temporarily turn off the shield's interception of the living creatures so that he could leave normally, while the ghost couldn't get in. After thinking about it for a moment, he described the image of Prince Corwin of Ram City to the projection, and specifically designated him as the object of his unaffected blocking.

That would explain why Prince Corwin had been able to explore the site before, Muhati thought. No, judging from the current time, it should be in the future, he thought again.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, and the Psychic Warlock left the Dome building in the core area of the ruins and returned to the periphery of the ruins. But on the periphery, he ran into trouble again.

As before, the ruins were filled with a red mist, and murderous ghosts were everywhere. None of this is a particular threat, but the real trouble is that there are several two-headed wurms roaming the ruins.

Muhadi remembered that when he entered the ruins, he encountered only a two-headed snake dragon, which left him in embarrassment. Now that there are eight two-headed snake dragons in one breath in this ruin, what should I do?

The Psychic Warlock thought he was careful enough, but as he walked down a path to avoid a group of ghosts, a two-headed snake dragon targeted him. Muhadi was just about to fight a big battle, but the two-headed snake dragon on the opposite side actually called his companion again.

Wurmites have a basic intelligence, and although they are not as good as true dragons or most humanoids, they obviously understand the principles of group hunting. When the second snake dragon emerged from behind him, Muhadi made up his mind to flee.

He picked up the trail and ran into the alleys where large creatures couldn't get in. Sometimes you have to rush into the buildings on the side of the street and break through the ghosts to avoid being caught by the two-headed snake dragon.

There were more and more snakes and dragons chasing down the Psychic Warlocks, and Muhadi knew that he was in big trouble again. He could only run for his life to avoid being buried in the dragon's belly.

But it's not easy to escape from the mouth of the snake dragon. These giant reptiles are incredibly agile and have a keen sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Several times al-Muhadi thought he had thrown them away, only to see the snakes and dragons reappear in front of him.

Concentrate and show your abilities.

The Psychic Warlock changes gravity and rises into the air. The two two-headed snake dragons that were hunting were stunned for a moment, and then collided together. In mid-air, Muhadi changed the direction of gravity again and flew forward. It should be the exit from the ruins.

A two-headed snake dragon raises its hands and spews attack. Muhati showed an ability to endure elemental damage and pushed through, but then he fell to the ground, wolfing bèi.

"I can see you need help, stranger. An unfamiliar but friendly voice came from ahead. "Do you mind if I come to harvest these little snakes?"

A man standing in front of Muhadi surprised him, and he clearly sensed that there was no one here. Who is this person, and why can he be deceived into getting close to him without knowing it?

The man was slightly taller, wearing a plain sand-yellow robe, covered with a turban, revealing only a pair of divine eyes. Through the robe, it can be seen that the man is very thin, but the skeleton is large. He had a scimitar pinned to his waist and several small pouches of exquisite workmanship, which, judging by the smell, were spellcasting materials.

"It's a pleasure. Muhadi replied cautiously, "But be careful, these reptiles are not easy to deal with." ”

"I hope they're not easy to deal with," said the stranger. "So I can have a little more fun. ”

For a moment, the glow of magic lit up the dark underground ruins.

Although the stranger is very angry, he does have the ability to be arrogant. His magic was so powerful that the originally majestic two-headed snake dragon was slaughtered like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The stranger laughed and watched death fall.

Positive and negative energy, fire and lightning...... All forms of energy are bound by the power of spells, turning into powerful weapons of mass destruction, relentlessly tilting towards the enemy. The bravest, or most reckless, of the two-headed snake dragons roared and tried to attack the stranger, only to be charred in the time of the next heartbeat.

The remaining monsters want to escape, to escape back to their dark and eerie lair. This man is as feared by monsters as death.

In a single sentence, seven of the eight two-headed snake dragons have been reduced to history. The remaining one ran away, and Muhadi could tell from the look in its eyes that it was utterly hateful. Obviously, if the next time he encounters this snake dragon, the other party will never let go of the psychic warlock.

"It's a hundred secrets. The stranger smacked in dissatisfaction. "Next time I should open the way to kill eight of them at once. ”

"You're not going to pursue?" asked Muhadi, standing up.

"Why bother. Beasts of this grade, if they can hold up a move, I will let them live. The stranger said. "But I robbed you of your prey, and you won't be angry with me for it. He said in a joking tone. "I've heard that you tribesmen care a lot about hunting grounds, and they hate people from other tribes to rob them, don't you?"

He thought of himself as a Buraku, Muhadi thought. Okay, it's not wrong, I'm theoretically a tribesman, born in the Scorpio tribe.

"Your spells are strong. The Psychic Warlock commented objectively.

"Strong and weak are just relative concepts. The stranger shrugged in reply. "I feel like I still have a lot of room for improvement. ”

"I think you need medical care, as well as food. The stranger continued. "Come with me, it just so happens that the purpose of my coming here has been achieved, and it is time to go back. ”

Muhati naturally had no reason to object, so he followed the other party and left. Along the way, he was curious about a question, and the stranger said that "his purpose has been achieved". What the hell is he doing here to kill a few snake dragons?

The psychic warlock asked the stranger about his true identity several times, but the other party cleverly avoided it.

Judging by his pace, Muhadi concluded that this man was a man of great skill and a man who often took risks, and was not the pampered type.

Al-Muhadi, the hunter of antiquities, thought to him, and then drove away the idea. If it's an antiquarian, then he's too strong.

They climbed up the remains of the tower, and the stranger left his back to Muhadi and climbed ahead. Psychic Warlocks followed.

Due to the impact of the injury, Muhathir was a little tired. Climbing to the end, the stranger reached out and pulled him by the hand, pulling the psychic out of the tower.

It was midday outside, and the dark sun was scorching the earth mercilessly, so hot that it could bake the eggs of birds spread out on the stones. There were almost no clouds in the sky, and the hot wind was lazily blowing, but it could not bring a hint of coolness.

"Ah, my slaves have come to meet you. The stranger held up one hand to his forehead to shield himself from the sun, and pointed forward with the other. Looking in the direction he pointed, Muhadi saw a large caravan of hundreds of woolly camels and a few shell beetles. Each camel beast was strapped with a large cargo on its back, and many people were busy around the creatures, feeding them water and caring for them. Farther out, many grim-looking guards were on guard.

Seeing the stranger with Muhati emerging from the exit of the ruins, seven or eight people, both men and women, hurriedly gathered around. These people are clearly not warriors, nor are they adventurers. They wore only simple linen clothes, without any armor, and walked barefoot on the sand.

The comer stepped forward and untied the scimitar from the stranger's waist and the turban on his head. It was only now that Muhati could see that the man had a well-groomed beard and white teeth.

A teenage slave girl carries a multicolored cloisonné enamel plate with two ornate cups of the same material. Another, younger slave girl carried a small ironwood box in both hands.

"Come on, little friend, feel free to eat. The stranger opened the ironwood box, and it was filled with pure ice slag. He picked up an enamel cup and scooped up a glass of ice slag. "It's too hot. ”

The slaves held up a huge parasol and followed. As a psychic man, Muhadi could sense a great fear in the hearts of these slaves. Despite being extremely gentle and friendly on the surface, this strange man was clearly not a benevolent host.

He can also roughly feel the stranger's affection, he has a feeling of joy, and something deeper cannot be excavated.

Along the way, slaves and guards knelt down to salute the stranger. He led Muhadi to a conspicuous tent erected in the middle of the caravan. The tent was twice as large as any Muhadi had seen before, and was topped by a keel and several black flags fluttering with words written on it.

Sixteen guards stood at the door of the tent, eight on one side. They carried spears, their upper bodies, white cloth around their waists, and round shields tied around their arms. Although the temperature was high at noon, these people stood up straight, and there was no intention of being lazy.

The inside of the tent was lavishly decorated, with a white lion's skin draped over a silk carpet as a decoration. A halfling dressed in flamboyant kitsch stood in a corner of the tent, but ignored the people who came in.

"It's impressive, isn't it?" said the strange man, pointing to the lionskin. "It's a pity that this thing is extinct a long time ago, otherwise I would have gotten a few more. ”

He sat cross-legged on the ground and motioned for Muhadi to sit across from him.

A few slaves suddenly appeared out of nowhere, offering salt, bread, and shisha. The Psychic Warlock waved his hand and signaled that he would not smoke. As a result, the slave swept away the strange man in horror as if he had been stabbed with a knife. The latter gestured indifferently, and the slave quickly but silently retreated.

A middle-aged man, dressed slightly better than the slaves, reported a litter of desert foxes, and several of these creatures were followed at his feet. "Master," the man began. "When you're out hunting, you've got another pet. ”

"I raised these," said the stranger, pointing to the desert foxes, cute creatures smaller than cats with huge ears. The ears could move freely in all directions, and the big dark eyes seemed to be full of curiosity. "Cute little ones, yes, but I've given each of them the name of a very vicious monster. ”

"I'm going to name this newborn two-headed snake dragon. "Strangers. The middle-aged man who came up with the desert fox in his arms nodded yes.

"This one is called Quetzalcoatl, and this one is called Shifter. The stranger introduced them one by one. “...... The one over there is a black corpse called the Demon Soul, and the most ferocious one is called the ex-wife. ”

Hearing that the other party had named the dozen or so foxes monsters, Muhathir commented: "Obviously, you often deal with all kinds of monsters. ”

"Hunting is my hobby. The other party said. "I love to hunt inhuman monsters all over the world, which is a pleasure and a cleansing of the world. In the long run, this even hobby of mine will benefit humanity itself. ”

"Very few people associate hobbies with racial interests. Muhathir couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. "You didn't just run to the halfling ruins just to fight a few snake dragons. ”

"Although that's one of the reasons," the stranger said. "But the main reason is that I'm here for you. ”

"Looking for me?" Muhati was a little surprised, he had just passed through the time gate, and someone was looking for him?

"That's right. The stranger nodded. "Let's introduce myself formally, I like to use the pseudonym Ismail when I'm out there. But my true identity is Karak, the Ogre Doom, King of Tyr. ”

“...... And you, you are Muhadi, the psychic warlock and the self-proclaimed prophet. You are a minion of the rebels of the future Tyre. ”

The Psychic Mancer paused for a moment, then he recovered from shock. “...... Maybe you've mistaken someone. ”

"That's a strange thing. The Witch King said. "And there's a second person from the future named Muhadi who happens to be a telemagician?"

"You don't have to be afraid of me. Seeing that the Psychic Warlock was speechless, Karak smiled and sued Sù Muhadi. "As you can see, I'm not a bloodthirsty and savage man. I can express my extreme generosity if needed. I'm not looking for you to get you in trouble, so you can rest assured. ”

"You will stay in Tyre as a VIP. The Witch King said again. "You can do anything except not be able to leave the city. After you have done what I want you to do, you will be free. ”

Karak's words were completely non-negotiable, just notices. Although his attitude was not aggressive, the Psychic Warlock could sense what it would be like to disobey the other person's wishes.

"How do you know who I am? Muhati asked. "And, what do you want me to do. ”

"As one of the most powerful prophecy mages in the world, it's a strange thing for me to know who you are or where you will appear. Witch King Karak said with a smile. "As for the second question, it's what you can do. You'll find out when you get to Tyre. ”

The Witch King clapped his hands. "Someone!" he commanded. "Send my friend down to rest, he needs food, water, and medical care. ”

Karak didn't give the Psychic Warlock a chance to interject any more, and left.

The slaves led Muhadi to another tent, where a healer arrived to take care of his injuries. After dressing all the wounds with good gauze, the slaves brought a whole plate of roasted onions and smoked horse meat.

From these slaves, Muhadi asked for the present year.

This was about fifteen years before the Tyrbon Revolution, and the Witch King Karak was still sitting on his throne. Ancient tyrants dominated the city-states of the desert, and abolitionism and revolution were still an unrealistic and ethereal fantasy.

Muhati reckoned that in this year, the Coral Witch who would later become a powerful coral witch was not yet ten years old, and should not have studied magic from Master Kotande. Rikas hadn't even set foot in the arena and was just a trainee gladiator. Aegis had graduated from the Psionic School, and his friend Tessian was a mid-ranking Templar officer.

In the history known to the Psychic Manilocks themselves, Tyr did not have any role similar to his own before the Revolution. On the plus side, this means that he won't be locked up in Tyre for too long, and soon he'll find a way out and return to the future.

On the negative side, it may mean that he will soon die in this era and disappear into oblivion.

Fatuma was supposed to be only two years old this year, and the Psychic suddenly remembered her elven lover. What had she heard of when she was in the tribe? Her father, the chief Abiad, had done a great job more than a decade earlier, and had earned the respect of all the people. What exactly was done, but everyone kept silent.

Counting the time, the time when Chief Abiad made that feat happened to be now. Muhati thought, could it be that it had something to do with him?

He vaguely remembered that it seemed to have something to do with the very powerful lizard tribe in the Tyre region back then, and he couldn't remember anything more.

Before he had officially stepped out of the desert and set foot in the Salt Sea, the Psychic Warlock traveled through the air in a giant manned balloon, delved into the ruins of an ancient halfling to save the world, and now traveled back in time to pre-revolutionary Tyre. The adventure was much more exciting than I had imagined at first, Mohamad thought to himself.

The Witch King's slaves really treated the Psychic Warlock as a guest rather than a prisoner, and his equipment was not stolen. Instead, the Witch King sent a slave to give him a fine scimitar as a gift.

But Muhathir had no doubt that if he tried to escape, the witch king's minions would not let him go. He used his psionic energy to perceive the existence of more than twenty mages, and although those guards were poorly equipped, they didn't seem to be easy to pack.

Muhadi also revealed that none of the slaves here were called Karak by his name, and none of the guards wore Tyr or Templar insignia. If they don't expose themselves, anyone will think that this group of centaurs is just a powerful trading family.

The psychic warlock speculated that this might be due to Karak's unwillingness to reveal his identity. After all, this place is farther away from Tyr and closer to Ram, and Karak's Witch King enemies may take advantage of this opportunity.

Later that evening, the Witch King asked the Psychic Warlock to return to Tyre with him.

"Although it is a poetic pleasure to ride a camel across the desert," Karak said, changing into a purple robe, much more luxurious than the one he wore in the ruins. He wore a pair of sandals woven with gold thread and a spell amulet around his neck. "But from a usage point of view, their degree is unbearable. ”

"We'll take the magic carpet back to Tyre," and whatever Muhathir said, the Witch King had already taken a magic carpet from his dimensional pouch. "Arrived tonight. ”

The magic carpet was spread to the ground, and it stretched out and grew larger. It's a typical double-knotted kilim rug that's obviously been used many times and has become very tight. The magic carpet is bordered by a mosaic pattern with rows of tiny-sized magical runes. In the center of the magic carpet is an abstract pattern, which looks like a skull and a beast.

The magic carpet is powered by magic to fly, and naturally consumes life force. With a wave of his hand, the Witch King brought up four slaves, and the guards beheaded them with swift precision. Karak imprisoned their souls in the obsidian orbs he carried with them, ready to go.

"Come on, little friend. The Witch King said to the Psychic Warlock. "We're out. ”

The two sat on the magic carpet, and Muhadi could barely restrain his attack, which came from himself and from the primordial warlock. Karak seemed to be quite confident in his prophetic magic, not at all worried that the psychic warlock would attack, and he was not at all defenseless.

To distract him, Muhadi began to observe the passing scene. He looked down against the strong wind and saw sand dunes flying from one side of the sky and the other side. Occasionally, caravans come and go, and they look like little more than a swarm of moving black ants. Some animals migrate in large colonies, raising dust in the sky.

There seemed to be a yellow wall in front of it, no less than thousands of feet high, stretching to the left and right to the end of the line of sight. It was a staggering sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

The magic carpet carried the two into the sandstorm, and it was dark all around, there was almost no light, and the scenery on the ground was invisible.

"There's no rush. Witch King Karak said. "We're three-seventeenths of an hourglass away from reaching Tyre. ”

"Your prophetic magic can even predict this?" Muhadi asked.

"I can just read a map. Karak replied.

He was right, and soon, the magic carpet flew out of the sandstorm's range, and the brightly lit city of Tyre was in front of him.

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