Under the scorching sun of Attas, water is as precious as gold, and people are fanatically guarding it. But the waterworks at the trading post were long abandoned, and the huge ancient machinery like a woodpecker nodding drew not water from the ground, but a flowing flame of black oil. The owners and guardians of the waterworks have left for the water, and the fortress with its carved columns and double arches has been abandoned. The caravan was gone, and the desert gradually returned, reclaiming the place.

The Coral Witch Satili and her friends arrived at sunset, the dark red sun slowly sinking into the sea of sand, and the western sky resembled a golden-purple tapestry, with thin clouds blooming bright red. The ruins also shimmered, the fallen pillars glowing a faint red, and bloody shadows spread between the cracks in the stone slabs. As the day draws to a close, the desert itself turns from gold to orange and then to purple. Starch Spencer sent Druid Camilla a few hours ago to arrive, and the gladiator known as the Muscle Daddy had arrived the day before.

"Nice view. Amar ibn Haran, who had accompanied Sadiri, said, his elegant tone and courtly conversation at odds with the surrounding desert. His horse lowered his head and munched on a cluster of low bushes growing out of a crack in the stones. Tall, handsome, swift and tireless, the desert horses of Atas can still be used in battle after several days of continuous travel, and even so, they cannot fail to replenish their hydration. "How did you choose this place?"

The setting sun was setting behind Amal, and the sunlight sprinkled on him, making his head look a pale brown. No matter what the standard is, this person can be called a handsome man. Hooked nose, high cheekbones, and a strong chin. His cheeks were sleek according to the fashion of the court of Nibennai, and his thick head hung straight down the collar, like a frame for a portrait, neatly split in two in the middle. The lines of his mouth are sharp, his tongue is sharper, and his scimitar is the sharpest. The scimitar lay at his waist, and the handle was silver, carved into the image of a halfling samurai, with a black gem embedded in the end.

As soon as they got close to the man, anyone could smell the perfume wafting from him. His eyes seem to be black on the surface, but up close, they are purple, dark purple, a pair of mysterious eyes that can make the hearts of thousands of girls move. He wore rings on several of his fingers, a pearl earring alone was worth a lot, and the leather of his slippers was also sewn with gems. This man was labeled as a playboy from beginning to end, like a pretentious nobleman.

"I came here when I was a kid, and it wasn't deserted at that time. Remembering the past, Sadiri smiled, and the world seemed to light up. "At that time, it was a place where people came and went, and caravans from all corners of Atas rested and traded. A thousand spices of different scents were removed from some humps and loaded onto others. People haggled in a hundred languages, steel, gold and silver, slaves and furs changed hands ten times in a day. ”

"At that time, I was begging for a living with some other children, and a friend of mine would catch poisonous snakes and squeeze out venom to scare me. I like to rummage through every stone, wipe the sand off the mosaics, and look at the ancient lines and reverie about the people who once lived here. ”

"I thought you were raised by Master Cotander," Amalema asked. "I've heard that you've been a member of the Masked Alliance since you were a kid and became a Guardian Mage. ”

"That was for later," she said, her voice as graceful as a harp. "I lived here before I was adopted by Cotander. ”

Memories make Satili fascinated, "I love it, I love it, I love the noise, I love the strange smell. At that time, I used to crouch at the gates of the city and watch the caravans arrive and then go out. I also enjoyed contact with strangers, porters and playmakers, rope wadders and coopers, smokehouse owners, snake brushers, naan cooks, beggars and prostitutes...... At that time, it was full of life, but now all that remains here is ruins, and the sun is like blood. ”

"Now this is the land of freedom, the land of warriors. Amar complimented, "The witch king has been overthrown, and slavery no longer exists." All Atas yearn for freedom, and those who oppose tyranny migrate to Tyre. There are more than twice as many caravans coming and going to the platform, and perhaps in the near future, it will flourish again. ”

"Your flattery has grown a lot," Sadiri asked amicably, retracting from her memory. "I don't know if your skills are rusty?"

"This doubt breaks my heart, great 'eternal hero'. Amal ibn Haran said in an exaggerated and sad tone. "Day after day, I pray for the opportunity to let you see my technique, for my poor words cannot describe the wonders of it. It is directly descended from Jacobis, the greatest thief of Atas for centuries, and the courts of kings came and went freely during his lifetime. ”

"The 'Great' Jacobi. Sadiri said. "The legend of Artas. ”

"It's him, who makes the witch kings gnash their teeth. ”

"They gritted their teeth," said Muscle Daddy as he walked over. Then they slaughtered him, and legend has it that they had killed him for three days, and the wails were so terrible that they scared the scavengers away. If I break into a witch king's ** and get slaughtered by him, should you call me the Great Muscle Daddy?" he scoffed, "I guess I'd better call Muscle Daddy, at least that's the title I earned while I was alive, not a dead man's title." He held out a large, thick, black-haired hand to Amal, "What's your name, boy?"

"Abl ibn Haran," Amal dismounted and held out a hand to shake hands with Muscle Daddy. "People give the nickname Silver Hand, I am ......" The second half of his sentence was choked back into his stomach, because the muscular daddy clenched his hand heavily, almost crushing his finger bones. The gladiator jerked, pulling Amal to his side, and slapped him heavily on the back with his other hand.

"'Silver Hand' yes, I remember. Regardless of whether the other party was out of breath after being photographed, the muscle daddy said to himself. "But your bones are too light, are you really an adventurer?"

"Aha, I remembered. Muscle daddy slapped the other man's ass. "I've seen you in Nibenai, haven't I? You're working there part-time, aren't you? I've taken care of you...... Which of your sisters is here? Don't blame me, you look too much like a woman!"

"Let him go, warrior. The Coral Witch pursed her lips and smiled, "I promise, he's a competent adventurer, and you'll be the same." ”

The muscular daddy reluctantly stopped, looking reluctant. "It's not that I doubt your eyes, Coral Girl. But can little white face also go to the Salt Sea? If you look at this skin, I suspect he hasn't even seen a sandstorm. Wait and see, in three days, we'll be busy finding a butt wiping stick for this kid!"

Amar broke free of his muscles and stood firm, striking back. "In less than three days, now you'll be in a hurry to find a new pair of pants. ”

"What?" asked Muscle Daddy, just then his belt suddenly loosened, and the wide Bloom pants fell loosely. The gladiator hurriedly pressed his pants with one hand, and said cheekily: "Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! ”

"I swear I didn't steal his discipline," Amar said, carefully standing out of the reach of Muscle Daddy. "But I did steal this. ”

He held a dirty money bag between his two fingers, and flipped through it, listening to the sound that there were at most a few small silver coins inside. "It's about the same weight as his brain. ”

"You don't dislike it, what was in that bag, can you dare to guess?" said Muscle Daddy, deliberately downplaying the thief's awesomeness in his tone. "And what kind of skill are you? I know a whole bunch of pickpockets, and they have more than you. ”

"I guess you're only aware of their **," said Amal, "so you can't see the difference between my skills and the street thieves." ”

When the gladiators and thieves were confused, Satilly rode her horse to a halt at a ruined pillar. She gracefully dismounted and tethered her mount, paying attention to the woman who had bowed her head and said nothing.

Camila has a mysterious origin, but she is powerful enough to be a good adventurer. Maybe Rikas and Aegis will doubt my decision, Coral Witch thought to herself, but a good leader must make use of a qiē available resource. The Starhebin Druids are secretive, but they are experts at both combat and healing, and are experts at survival in the wilderness, familiar with every living thing in the world. When crossing the Salt Sea, one such figure will come in handy.

She must have sensed the legendary mage's gaze, so she looked off the ground and looked up to meet the mage's gaze, smiling slightly. Satili responded with a friendly smile, perhaps bringing her here this time was the best decision I had ever made, the mage thought to himself.

The nights in the Atas Desert are cold to the bone marrow, and as soon as the sun sets, the temperature begins to drop dramatically. Muscle Daddy and Amar shake hands and go together to pick up wood, the branches of which come from trees that died centuries ago. Sadiri could have cast an unquenchable flame, but magic had to extract the life force of nature. Besides, there is no magic in the salt sea, so it is better to adapt to it early. So in the end, Amal rubbed two fingers like a trick and lit the firewood.

When the flame was lit, the four of them sat around the campfire. Muscle Daddy groped for a bag of sour mare's milk from his rucksack, took a sip, and passed it to Ammar. The latter took it unceremoniously and took a sip as well. "Not bad, boy, there's a lot of wine. ”

"I'm halfling, you know. Amar handed the water bag to Camilla again, and the Great Druid took it and sniffed it, frowning slightly, and passed it directly to the Coral Witch.

Sadiri took a small sip of mare's milk and wiped the water from her lips with the back of her hand. "Thank you. She said to Muscle Daddy.

Muscle Daddy worked as a gladiator, as a mercenary and bodyguard, and as a guest actor in a troupe. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop talking. The witch king of Ram City is as beautiful as a fairy, and she will summon a hundred men to spend the night in one night. The Shadow King of Nibenai left the city and went to Birdblah. The first of Tyre caused a riot by his followers and attempted to burn down the heretical idols in the city......

"Wait!" Muscle Daddy suddenly stopped his ramblings and looked at the other three. "Seems to be a problem!" he gestured to his chin, thinking hard. "Something seems to be missing. ”

"Hmm...... "Muscle Daddy patted his thigh, "why didn't there be a barbecue?" ”

"Barbecue can wait. Amar spoke, "Where's our Psychic Warlock?"

"There was a delay on the way. Muscle Daddy said without thinking. "He's either caught up in a sandstorm or he's nostalgic for a girl's bed. Ha, every time I meet him, the girl next to him has to be changed. Don't worry, we'll wait one more day and he'll show up, with kiss marks on his neck. ”

"He doesn't look like someone who will be late. Sadiri commented.

"What kind of people the psychic warlocks are, you can never say. Amal ibn Haran thought more. "If he decides to betray us and join the Witch King, or if he is captured, then our adventure is in jeopardy. I don't think the Desert Lords will sit idly by and watch us find the power of the Pure Fortress. ”

Muscle Daddy punched Ammar, and the thief leaned back nimbly to dodge. "Don't talk about him like that, the Psionic Kid won't take root in the Witch King. ”

Camila stood up, "I'm out of company." ”

"Watch your step. Muscle Daddy gave up chasing the thieves and warned. "Poisonous snakes like to bite women's buttocks when they pee, and I saw a poisonous snake just now. ”

The Starch Spencer sent the druid to glare back at the warrior, but he didn't bother to explain that he wasn't there for convenience, and without saying a word, he disappeared behind a half-collapsed wall.

The rest exchanged glances. "The serpent seems to be her animal messenger," said Amal, "a Starch Spencer Druid? forgive me, but I don't like them." ”

"In order to cross the Salt Sea, we need a healer. Satili reminded everyone. "The key is that their survival skills in the wild are unmatched. ”

"She's not the only healer in Attas," Amal noted. "Many tribes have excellent witch doctors, and if we need a magic caster, we can go to Ankara City to recruit a fire elemental priest, and I've heard that as long as Sultan Malik is given money, he will do anything. ”

"If Tilken comes up with half a million gold coins," he continued, "I bet it's okay to invite Malik himself to join the adventure." Don't look at him as a witch king, he has also joined the adventure party for money before. ”

"500,000 gold coins?!" the muscular daddy blew his beard angrily and glared, "this, this, this...... It's really unfair, you only gave me 500 gold coins for a month. Can I fight the Witch King with 10,000?"

"It's a thousand, you're miscalculated. The thief corrected him.

"It's too far to get into Ankara from here, and it's easy to get into unnecessary trouble. Satili said.

"And what about our psychic sorcerers, don't psykers also have some healing powers?" Amar continued.

"As far as I know, only psychionics with psychic abilities are good at healing. Coral Witch said. "Master Muhadi seems to be a psychic in the Psychic Transformation Department, and has no healing powers. ”

"Actually, you don't need any healers at all!" Muscle Daddy exclaimed, "There are five of us, except for one thief who is a little weaker, a Starch Spencer Pai Druid Chick, a Coral Girl, a Psionic Kid, and I'm a gladiator champion." What monster can hurt us? Even the Witch King must yield before us!"

"I don't think so," retorted Amal, "you have never seen any monsters in the Salt Sea, so how dare you assert that there must be no danger? And you haven't fought the Witch King either, so that's a convincing thing for Lord Satilly. ”

"How can there be murderous monsters in the salt sea? There is nothing there, the salt layer of white flowers is hundreds of feet thick, and there is not a single hair of grass. What terrible monster could be that would nest in such a place where birds don't and not move their nests? Muscle Daddy scoffed. "Besides, the Witch King, hasn't Coral Girl already killed two, how terrible can it be?"

"I didn't kill Hamanu, the witch king," Satili confessed. "As for Karak of Tyre, he was defeated by me by chance. ”

"Anyway, defeat is defeat. ”

"Don't be scared and pee your pants then, big muscle. "Amar Dao.

"It's a muscle daddy, not a muscle boss!"

Satili left the two to make fun of each other, and Amal had been her friend for many years, and the two had known each other since she was lurking in the gladiator training grounds. Even at the worst of the revolution, the thieves remained loyal and proved themselves. Although the gladiator muscle daddy has not known each other for a long time, he is also a heroic and straightforward man who can be trusted.

The afterglow of the sun has completely disappeared, and the double moon is in the sky and the stars are thick. She leaned against a carved pillar and wondered, where was Ebupolis, would he attack Tyre at this time, would he have successfully returned from the Pure Fortress, but now that Tyre had been reduced to ashes, and the qiē she had fought for was no longer there?

Never since she accidentally embarked on the path of learning magic, Sadiri had never been more worried. It's ironic, she thought, when I first learned my first magic from a magic book, I thought I could do anything, as if I could do anything. Now that I'm a legendary mage, I'm starting to dread.

"Coral. Camila appeared behind the mage, half in the shadows, half in the starlight.

"I sense you have something to say," Coral Witch asked back. "What do you want to sue me?"

"You may be wondering," said the Grand Druid, stepping on the head of a statue that originally belonged to some ancient goddess, but the sand smoothed her face, the primordial warlock killed all her followers, and time took her name. "Our psychic warlock has been captured. ”

Camila stood with her back to the moon, her face obscured by shadows, only her eyes still shining in the dark.

"Sometimes," said Satilly, "I have a hard time telling whether you're joking or serious. Muhadi was taken away? Who did this?"

"It's not clear, and it doesn't matter. Camila stepped forward and stepped out of the shadows. "But I know he's in Ram now. ”

In an instant, the accusation of collusion between the Psychic Warlock and the Witch King Abela Chili flashed through Sadiri's mind. The Coral Witch had never believed the accusations, but she suspected that the Psychic Warlock had indeed had an unusual experience in Ram.

"It's shocking, but I can't just take it for granted, you know it. Sadiri gathered her thoughts, "How do you know he's in Ram?"

"I have a unique connection with him. Camila said unnaturally. This is strange, Coral Witch thought to herself, could it be that the two of them are dating?

"And, I left a beacon on him that I could track. The Great Druid said. "I've just confirmed his location. Believe it or not. ”

Her attitude was slightly arrogant, "I need to confirm it myself." ”

"Whatever you want," Camilla said, turning her head to watch. "Well, it just so happens that those two people are here too. ”

Her eyes were sharp, for at this time Muscle Daddy and Amar were still in the shadow of the toppling wall in the distance, which ordinary people would never see with the moonlight and new light. If it weren't for the constant arcane vision, Satili herself would have been hard to tell.

The legendary mages remembered some rumors about the Starch Spencer Pai druids, who were said to not rely solely on their eyes to see, but rather imitated an ancient creature, the Flying Beast, which used echolocation methods to observe, so that even the darkest night could not affect them.

And, if the rumors are true, the brains of the Starch Spencer druids have been modified. They were inspired by an ancient sea animal and developed an incredible ability. In ancient times, there were many mammals in the ocean that were not fish, and the structure of their gills required them to swim all the time, or they would suffocate to death. Therefore, these animals do not need to sleep, and their brains can be divided into rotational rests. The Starch Spencer druids copied this ability, they didn't need to sleep, and the spell rejuvenated itself.

Muscle Daddy and Amar came together, "My lord." "Things have changed, and it seems that there is going to be a gale, at least at the great-grandmother level." ”

"There's no water here, so if we're stuck in a sandstorm, it's not going to be a good time. Muscle Daddy also said, "Who knows when the sandstorm will stop, I think it's better for us to move the position sooner." ”

"If our Psychic Friend doesn't show up yet. Then we'll have to meet in another place. Amar turned to the Coral Witch. "My lord, do you have a way to contact him?"

"He's in Ram City. Grand Druid Camilla interjected.

"Ram?" Amar frowned, "Can anyone explain to me what this is all about?"

Muscle Daddy squinted at the druid, "I know very well, Muhati didn't have time to escape from Ram, how could he go back there?"

Camila didn't seem to see the gladiator at all and didn't answer his questions at all.

The Coral Witch stopped the gladiator from continuing to press the druid, "Let me find out where Lord Muhadi is." Her words seemed to have a magical power of their own, and people couldn't help but want to obey.

Sadiri wore a pure white linen mage robe, revealing the satin-like skin of her arms and neck. She wore an enchanted gemstone ring around her white neck, and the large red pendant on her chest was as red as blood.

Sadiri pulled out a pinch of silver powder from the hidden pocket on the inside of the mage's robe, opened her palm, and the powder floated in the air as if it defied gravity, forming a circle around the mage, like a silver streamer.

The Coral Witch spits a spell, and even the onlooker, who is ignorant of the subtle intonation and ancient sounds, can feel the power of the unfamiliar language. The sand under everyone's feet shook slightly, and a few weeds poking their heads out of the cracks in the stones quickly withered and fell to the ground. A gust of wind blows, and they turn into flying dust, leaving no trace.

Satili's casting gestures grew faster and faster, and her chanting spells became more and more high-pitched. Arcane light radiated from her eyes, and the mage seemed to be filled with light, illuminating the ghostly ruins of the trading post in the darkness.

Camila stared intently at Satili casting a spell, as if she wanted to imprint this scene on her retina forever. The Starch Spencers sent the druids to the law of the jungle and the strong, and magic was the greatest power known to the primordial warlock Rajat. Ironically, the druids themselves failed to master the power of magic, so they missed a chance to observe and study magic.

The sound of the spell stopped, and Muscle Daddy nervously asked, "How was it?

"His location is shielded, and the Prophecy Magic can't find out where he is now. Satili whispered, a faint look of worry between her brows.

Amar looked surprised, "Even your magic can't be located? ”

"He's not going to be dead, is he?" Muscle Daddy's brows furrowed, he also knew that the Coral Witch was a master of magic, so he was a little worried. "I see that he has a thin face, his eyebrows are slanted, and he looks a little short-lived, so he won't die so soon, right?"

"He's not dead," Camila said coldly. "Even death cannot interfere with the detection of prophetic magic, as long as the soul is still within the realms, it can be revealed. It can't be seen, it can only be obscured by more powerful magic. ”

"More powerful magic?" said Ammar's tone of apparent disbelief. "Lord Satili is an eternal hero, a legendary mage who defeated the Witch King, and this blocking spell is actually even stronger?

"I'm no stronger than the Witch Kings," the Coral Witch shook her head slightly, a wisp of gold dangling over her shoulder. "And the Witch Kings are always on the lookout for other Witch Kings to snoop on their secrets, so they sometimes create secret rooms that can't even be detected by their own prophecy spells. ”

"It's like the one before Tessian. "Amar understands something.

"It's like the one from Tessian. Sadiri nodded.

When the Tyre Revolution broke out, the Witch King Karak wanted to take advantage of the gladiatorial battle to extract the vitality of tens of thousands of spectators in the Tyre Colosseum to complete his magic dragon transformation spell. After being defeated by the heroes, he fled back to his pyramid lair and opened the protective barrier. The revolutionaries were at a loss until Tessian led them into the Templars' headquarters, where a secret passage led to the inside of the pyramid. This secret passage was revealed by Tessian, and even the Witch King himself did not know.

"Ram City also has its own Templar, and there may be a place where the Witch King can be shielded from detection. "And, although I have not been able to locate the current position of Lord Muhadi, I do realize that not long ago he had moved in the direction of Ram." ”

"So what are we waiting for here?" Muscle Daddy listened, and was ready to run over to lead the horse. "Hurry up, or the psionic kid will turn into a psionic skull. In that case, the four of us will have a skeleton adventure, and the pomp and circumstance will be a little too ugly!"

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