Artas set drawing. [[[net.com/cc. {0,10}o.{0,10}]]]] Elves!The boy's heart was filled with turmoil, was it the fantasy race of fantasy novels?But weren't the elves supposed to be the graceful creatures that dwelt in the forest? How did they become a nomadic tribe in the desert, and they dressed like the standard Bedouins of Earth. What does it mean to be "afraid of being eaten"?

After a slight silence, the boy replied with common sense, "Why do you call me Ajibai Muhadi?" Hearing that he could speak in that strange and unfamiliar language, the boy felt a little relieved, but also felt very strange and incongruous.

"Because you fainted in the desert and were rescued by us. The girl said with a sly smile, and there was an unrelated shouting from the fire in the distance. "Isn't it a miracle that the vast majority of people who are lost will die, and the few who will die miserably, and only a few who are particularly lucky will survive. ”

"Ajibai Muhadi......" the boy chewed on the name and muttered to himself...... What does the man of miracles mean......"

"You can call me Fatoumah," the girl began to introduce herself. "Fatuma ibn Abiad, daughter of the chief of the Sand Scorpion tribe. What's your name? And why did you run into the desert? Listen to your aristocratic accent, you should be the son of a merchant family, iinka? M'ke? or some small family?"

The girl pointed her finger at the heavy strange book on Muhadi's waist and continued. "Or do you have a relationship with the Templars?"

"I ...... I can't remember. "The things on earth, as well as the experience of crossing over, the boy chose to hide it. There is no way to explain this kind of thing, and it can carry unpredictable risks, so naturally the less people know about it, the better. “...... All I remember is that I was stuck in the desert and walked until I finally collapsed. As for my origins, I don't have the slightest influence......" The young man looked as sincere and helpless as he could, and secretly observed the girl's expression before continuing, "...... The name too. ”

"Forgot?" Fatumai stared at him suspiciously, turning his head sideways, as if to see him through. The boy sensed that she didn't believe her words, but Fatoumah didn't dwell on it in the end. "Forget it, I've heard that a long lack of water in the desert can cause hallucinations. Some are single travelers who are constantly tormented by hallucinations while walking, and finally go crazy. You must have been hallucinated and confused with your mind. ”

"Then I'll call you Ajibai Muhadi, you remember this name, don't forget jì. The girl stood up straight and waved her hand to flick the sand, "You were picked up in the desert, so you owe me your life." Since you can't remember where you came from, and it doesn't seem like anyone is going to ransom you, you're going to be a slave to the Sand Scorpion Tribe, understand?"

"Slave?" Muhadi was startled and hurriedly said, "But I have ......" He groped around his waist and pulled out the precious dagger adorned with precious stones...... With this, can I redeem myself?"

Fatoumah laughed, "I should have given you a slap in the face, Ajibai Muhadi, but you managed to amuse me, so you escaped." We are a nomadic tribe of elves in the desert, and what you have is ours, and it belongs to me. You can't buy yourself with my things. ”

The girl suddenly reached out and snatched the dagger from Muhadi's hand with lightning speed. "Well, it's a metal blade! yes, I'll take it first. You can keep the rest for yourself, but those are mine, and you must hand them over when I want them. ”

Muhadi was speechless for a moment, what kind of world is this?! Fatumah took a few steps and suddenly turned back. "What are you doing sitting? Come to the fire!"

By this time most of the people had gathered around the fire, and only two or three of the horsemen who were in charge of the sentry remained on the outside of the camp, and the men who had taken the appearance began to divide the food. Muhadi found an empty seat next to the girl and sat down somewhat awkwardly. While thinking about whether to find an opportunity to escape immediately, or pretend to be a slave of this sand scorpion tribe first, and wait for an opportunity to act outside the desert?

Very little food was received, with only a small bite of jerky, a piece of hard bread and a few unknown nuts for each person, and especially little for Muhadi, who had no jerky or bread. Even in normal times, this amount is not enough for dessert, let alone after a lot of exercise.

Muhadi looked around him, and now the elves sitting cross-legged around him were quiet, and everyone ate their share of food with peace of mind, not feeling that it was too little. The strange thing is that although he had trekked in the desert for a long, long time before, Muhadi did not feel very hungry, and even if he was thirsty, he was now relieved a little. It seems that in the desert, not only has he gained a strange telepathic ability, but even his physique has been changed. It's just that I can't remember how I became like this, so I have to think of it as a side effect of the crossing first.

He tried to bite into the unknown nut. An indescribable sensation immediately came to mind, the fruit at first tasted like an apple mixed with sand, and then left a hot patch on the tongue. Muhadi swallowed the flesh so hard that it felt like a stream of fire ran down his throat and into his esophagus, stirring up a churn in his stomach. The fruit seemed to have some hallucinogenic effect, a sharp pain, and a burst of pleasure rose at the same time, reverberating each other, and it dissipated for a long time.

"You look good. The old man looked at Muhadi for a long time with eagle-sharp eyes, and when he saw him swallowing the food, he asked, "It seems that the Arica Desert has vomited you." ”

Muhathir doesn't know what to say, and his origin and identity are naturally absolutely not revealed. I can only politely thank you "Thank you very much, but I can't be your slave ......"

The old man frowned slightly, interrupted Muhadi's words, and said to the girl beside Muhadi. "Your slave, why didn't you teach him a little bit of the rules? Maybe you should cut out his tongue. ”

"Haven't cut ...... yet," Fatumah squinted at Muhadi, then replied with a sly look. "But maybe I should cut it off. It doesn't seem to be of much use to keep it anyway?"

Laughter erupted at once from a tall, muscular elf at the fire, the rider who had stubbornly opposed the rescue of Muhadi in the sand. "Are you really willing, she-wolf, then he will have one less tool to serve you in the future!" the crowd immediately burst into a vulgar laugh.

"Oh, don't be so jealous, my Hassan. Fatumah immediately fought back, and the attention of the crowd shifted to her and Hassan. "I know your words don't work, so I have to practice my tongue constantly. Maybe one day you can lick a child out of your wife with your tongue alone. The laughter of the crowd grew louder, and Muhathir watched in amazement.

The man known as Hassan did not continue to fight back, he disdainfully extended a vulgar gesture and made a lewd comparison. There was an immediate uproar all around, and many elves shouted loudly. "Duel! Duel! Duel!

"Quiet!" the old man roared angrily, and the boiling crowd immediately fell silent, and Fatumah shook his newfound gem dagger exaggeratedly, deliberately angry at Hassan, who was forced to sit back. The latter seemed to mumble "...... The bitch and the stupid boy ...... "It's too far for Muhati to hear clearly."

"Quiet!" the old man said again. Then he said to Muhadi, "You'd better see the reality, slave, or you won't be able to speak again." Now, sue me for your business. ”

"I don't remember who I am or where I came from. Muhadi said this as sincerely as he could, and then awkwardly added, "This young lady named me Ajibai Muhadi and said that I was her slave." He gestured to Fatuma beside him.

"Miss?" repeated the old man, "you speak in a strange tone, and you use the same words. Look at yourself!Brown-eyed boy, eighty percent of them are the children of some aristocratic family in the city. I've seen a lot. ”

Hearing the brown-eyed boy, Muhathir noticed that all the elves present had a pair of bright yellow eyes that were the color of almonds. Only his eyes are brown, but they are the same as before the crossing.

The old man didn't give him a chance to speak, and asked bluntly. "What will you do?! Even if Fatumah insists on taking you in, we will not leave any waste, and you will have to be of some use to qualify for food, or the honor of dining with the soldiers. ”

"Otherwise, you will die. ”

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