Although the elven riders and archers are extremely good at equestrianism, most of the scouts of the merchant families are very vigilant, and they will flee far away when they see a large group of elves approaching. Fahd's men tried to shoot the horses first, then rushed forward and trampled them, finally catching three alive.

In desperation, Muhathi collected the bodies as well, and then ordered that the captives should not be allowed to touch each other. [netbsp; Before besieging the trading post, Muhadi also took the time to inspect the captured scouts. However, no matter how much he used the pain-causing technique, he couldn't find out more information, only that the guards of the business family themselves didn't know why they wanted to cooperate with the Crazy Horse tribe, and they were all unhappy about it.

There was still some time before dawn, and the cavalry of the Scorpion tribe, the Tyrs, who had already come under their command, finally arrived on the outskirts of the trading post. From the walls of the trading post, the flames stretched into a flowing field, and countless heavily covered soldiers moved with torches in their tales. Where the light could not shine, there were many black shadows on horseback, which were elven warriors on horseback.

In the darkness of the night, it was extremely difficult to determine the exact number of an army, and the boy asked to pose as a large army in order to make the people in the trading post feel a kind of pressure, and when there was pressure, some would seek solutions other than the battle.

"Gas," the boy called to his henchmen, "do we have any spears?"

This follower brought out from Tyre has been operating with Muhadi's men and horses, and is also responsible for conveying some orders for the boy, and now he has become Muhadi's aide-de-camp.

"Spear?" Gash frowned, "we don't have spears, and it's too late to do them now, but there seem to be some riding spears on the elves' side, the long, long kind." ”

"Just have a lance," Muhadi nodded, "and let the elves tie up our captives and stand up so that the people in the outpost can see how many hostages we have taken." ”

"Remember, the living and the dead are bound up. But the living should keep their mouths shut so that they can snort a few times, and they can't be allowed to say that most of the hostages are dead!"

"Understood!" Gash immediately ran to the elves to negotiate, and after a while, he heard several screams coming from among the elven troops.

After a little thought, Muhadi understood what was going on, it must have been Fatoumah who was troublesome and cut off the captive's tongue. Forget it, the young man looked at the riding gun that was erected and thought, it has nothing to do with the overall situation anyway.

When Gash returned, the boy gave him a second order, "Put your robe and cloak next, and I'll change them." ”

"Huh?" the former thief didn't understand, "My lord, this ......"

"Do it. ”

The boy took off his high-quality camel hair robe, changed it into a linen robe of Gash, and put on the other's turban, and wrapped his face tightly, revealing only his two eyes.

"Change into another set of clothes and take our flag," Muhadi commanded Gash after putting on it, feeling that it was impossible to be recognized now. The flag he mentions was given to him by the Ruling Council when he was given the post of captain of the City Watch as a symbol of the New Army.

"Go to the outpost, tell them, and say that the new army of Tyre is here. ”

Muhadi hid his saber in his robes and said, "Sue them, we have come to capture a blasphemer mage fugitive from Tyre, a remnant of the former Witch King's regime, who must be punished. We've gotten word that the Crazy Horse Tribe is harboring this fugitive, and he's in this trading post right now......"

“...... Let the person in charge of the trading post come out and negotiate and hand over the fugitives in exchange for the captives, and they will escape. Otherwise, the five hundred soldiers of Tyr will join the Scorpion tribe and attack the city together. ”

The boy returned to the elves' makeshift tent, which was sewn from the skins of five hundred lizards, and was so large that it was to be loaded on a chariot and dragged by four heavy gray-scaled birds. Due to the recent fortune, the top of the big tent is sewn with golden silk, so it is also called the golden horde.

Elven warriors are brave and fearless to death, but they lack discipline. At this moment, many elven warriors dismounted, took off their robes, and scrubbed their bodies with sand. Clean yourself up before you go to war, so that you can die a decent death even if you die.

Muhadi's own people, on the other hand, were much quieter, silently carrying out the boy's orders, quick to react, and tireless. As former slaves, what they do best is follow orders and do it.

Some elves who had a good relationship with Muhadi approached him and asked him, "Are the Crazy Horses ready to go to war?"

"Be prepared to shed blood if the negotiations are unfavorable. Mohamad replied succinctly.

There were two samurai guards at the entrance of the golden tent, and when they saw the boy coming, they lifted the curtain of the tent.

"I sent someone to convey a request for negotiation to the people in the trading post," Muhadi said to Fahd, Fatoumah, and several other great warriors who were in the tent after entering the tent. "I falsely claim that there are five hundred soldiers of Tyre supporting us, and I also tell the people of the merchant family that we have been ordered to hunt down an important fugitive from Tyre, and that against us is against Tyre. ”

"If you're lucky, maybe one out of ten people will be shaken by your words. Fatoumah shook his head, "Words alone can't win a battle, especially if the opponent has the upper hand. But we can't take advantage of the negotiation to kill the other party, that would be unruly. ”

Despite the barbarism of the desert of Athas and the wars between the tribes, there are some common rules, such as not to hurt the messenger during negotiations, and not to hurt the guests who drink from the same cup as you, and those who violate these rules will be dishonored.

"You should be content, sister. Fahd interjected, "Nine men are easier to deal with, aren't they? Maybe the tenth is the one who cut off your head on the battlefield." ”

There was chaos in the tent, and supporters of the two chieftaincy candidates almost fought again, but Muhathir stopped them. "Respected samurai, don't you have a chance to show your skills on the battlefield?

About half an hourglass later, an elf came back to report that three envoys had come to negotiate with the officers from Tyre.

"Let them in one by one," Muhadi commanded, and then to the elves in the Golden Horde, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't mind that I am going to negotiate with these humans, I am familiar with their situation. ”

"Of course, who else is better at language than our psychic magicians?" said Fahd openly, "for the sake of the tribe, it is only fitting that you should negotiate. ”

The warriors in the Golden Horde were either supporters of Fahd or supporters of Fatoumah. If Muhathir does not preside over the negotiations, the negotiators will inevitably not be able to get the support of both sides, and then they will quarrel.

So, with the support of the elven warriors, Muhadi stood calmly and watched as the first messenger of the other party lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

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