Muhadi shook his head and said he didn't know anything, so Fahd gave him a lively lesson in desert folklore for some time to come.

The world of Atas is inhabited by more than a dozen intelligent races, fighting each other incessantly, brewing deeper hatred and growing prejudice from generation to generation. Each race has its own unique culture and customs, and has its own legends and epics. The ancient hero who is great in the mouth of one race is likely to be a clown in the story of another race, and he is not even mentioned in it.

Probably only the prophecy of the mortal is an exception, and this legendary figure is circulated in all races. It is said that it transcends a qiē race and has insight into a qiē mystery that is unknown in the world.

As a mage, it doesn't have to drain its life force to cast magic.

It will reign over all of Attas, and the tyrannical witch-kings will be wiped out.

The prophecy begins by saying that seven years before the end of the world, he came out of the depths of the desert. ”

"His forehead is wide and his nose is high, his eyes are like torches, and no one knows his background. ”

"The earth will be full of justice, just as it was full of deeds. The water fell from the sky, and his name resounded through the desert. ”

Fahd repeated the prophecy, carefully observing Mohadi's expression.

"Mortal ......," Muhadi stammered, "...... Doesn't sound like it has anything to do with me. ”

"Then you're too unimaginative. Fahd interjected, "In many ways, this mortal is very similar to you. Isn't it?"

He held out his grease-stained hand, counting it little by little, "First," he held out a finger. "You came out of the depths of the desert, and you are at the heart of the Arica Desert, where no one dares to set foot in it. ”

"Second," he held out another finger, "no one knows where you came from, does it? Even you can't remember yourself because of the effects of amnesia, and what could be more in line with the prophecy than that?"

"Third," he held out his third finger, "the width of the forehead and the height of the nose are also appropriate for you." Isn't the gaze like a torch when you release your psychic powers?"

Muhadi shrugged, "But I'm not a mage, and it's not the seventh year before the end of the world. ”

Fahd leaned forward, "That's not for sure, my friend. When you were seen by us in the desert. He carried a strange big book with him, and no one else recognized it. I'm not that short-sighted, it's a magic book. ”

Seeing Muhadi's expression, Fahd laughed, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this little secret." I know how the average person thinks of mages. Besides, you have amnesia, don't you, that book is the same as nothing for you. However, it is difficult to say that others must not recognize it. As long as you have the heart and ask the erudite scholars who come and go to the caravan, you can also reveal this fact. Oh no, someone has already asked. ”

Muhadi nodded, listening to the other man's conversation. "My sister Fatuma is still at an age where it is easier to believe stories. Don't look at her sometimes fierce, but at heart she is an idealist, fantasizing about the day when she can revive the elven civilization and even put Arthas back on the verdant path. ”

"I guess that makes you particularly attractive to her. Fahd grinned.

"I'm not mortal...... "Muhadi shook his head, "...... I know this very well, you don't believe me. ”

"I heard about this prophecy when I was drinking milk in my mother's arms...... Fahd shook his head, "and before that, I knew that you can never believe what you hear when you are in a woman's arms." ”

The "magic book" had long been forgotten by al-Muhadi in the corner of his hut, and now it was suddenly brought up again. Muhati couldn't help but curse the poor man who was possessed by himself, leaving no memory for himself, and causing himself such a big trouble. You must know that due to the extraction of life force in Atas magic, the vast majority of people are very hostile to mages. Even if he is as powerful as the Witch King, it only makes people dare not speak out.

This gave the teenager the feeling that he had been caught by Fahd.

"Historically, there have been many people who claimed to be mortals, and it turned out that they were all liars, but they wanted to use this identity to cheat money and sex. The fate of these people was also miserable, and most of them called the witch king to be destroyed. The few who were not destroyed were locked up in the dungeon of the Witch King, praying that their miserable lives would end soon. ”

"Is it so terrible?" said Muhadi, "Are the witch kings afraid of this prophecy?

"Who knows, maybe there really is a mortal. Fahd shrugged, "The witch kings wanted to ban the prophecy from spreading, but it kept coming, as if someone was behind it, and finally it spread throughout the desert." Now, everyone who lives and struggles under the oppression of a tyrant silently recites this name and prays for himself in the darkest nights. ”

After eating the last bit of food, Muhadi patted his stomach in satisfaction and reached out to take out a few gold coins to settle the bill, but Fahd stopped him.

"Count me in. He leaned over, "I wish you a pleasant trip to Tyr! ”

Later in the day, Muhati was in no hurry to rest. Instead, he went back to his room first, took out all his savings, and then carefully guarded the money bag and walked towards the tribe's bazaar.

He had already saved up a lot of money before, and with some gold coins he had received from Aisha after this adventure, the total amount was quite considerable. In the past, there were not many merchants in the tribe, and they couldn't spend the money, but now that the business travelers are gathered, it is natural to spend a good time. At the very least, buy a new scimitar and dagger, and if there are other equipment, then it will be better. If you take another adventure in the future, one more piece of good equipment can often mean the difference between life and death.

Muhadi walked past stalls selling fruits, spices and fabrics. He waved away the obscene peddlers selling sweet wine, hallucinogenic drinks, and aphrodisiacs, and finally came to the largest tent in the bazaar. The location of this shop is excellent, and the silk tent has been erected, which must have cost a lot of money. Colorful flags fluttered on the tent, with crossed scimitars painted on them and various texts, indicating that this was a weapons shop.

Muhadi stepped into the tent, which was now crowded with elves and other customers, bargaining and arguing over the same item. It seems that because of the windfall that has been obtained, everyone wants to change themselves to some high-quality goods.

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