Some benevolent and weak people may easily think that there must be an ingenious way to disarm or crush the enemy without causing too many casualties, and that this is the real direction of the military art exhibition. This view, however wonderful, is a misconception that must be dispelled...... The one who uses violence without hesitating bloodshed will inevitably gain an advantage when the other does not do the same. In this way, he makes the other party have to do the same, so that both sides will eventually go to extremes.

- Fatoumah's words in Mistara, whose words are embellished by the paperwork

Not long ago, Muhathir and his companions used a portal from Seal City to travel to the world of Mistara. Now he's going to do exactly the same thing.

There is no obvious distinction between day and night in the Seal City, and the flow of time here does not correspond to the flow of time in other planes, so the psychic warlock does not know whether the world of Mistara is day or night at this time. Now that the Athas invasion of Mistara has begun, you have to be careful not to be recognized by them when you go to Mistara City.

Muhadi tried to show an unfamiliar ability, Morph Change, in which he made his skin darker and more Mistara-like. Then he did something to his appearance, raised his cheekbones, and adjusted the distance between his eyebrows, which was enough to make others not recognize him as he was. After making a qiē preparation, he used the same method as the last time to open the portal and go to the world of Mistara.

The familiar smell of fishy corpses and spices suddenly filled his nostrils, and noisy voices came from far and near. In Muhadi's synaesthesia, the corpse of the old man floating in the holy river, saffron, black salt, yellow pepper, cinnamon, sweat from people...... So many strange smells mixed together, like a roaring storm, tearing at the skin and rumbling.

Praise the true God, the Psychic said to himself in the bottom of his heart that it was the night and the best place to hide his identity.

A group of ** ascetics with their upper bodies and only a loincloth wrapped around their waists walked in front of the eyes of the psychosor, and as they walked, they also shook the prayer wheel in their hands, making a jingling sound. Muhati flashed to the side, watching the men fade away.

A peddler seemed to notice the movement and shouted closer. He dragged a plate with garlands and rings and toe rings in his hand. The Psychic Warlock showed a supernatural ability, and the peddler only felt a flower in front of him, and the person he had just seen was gone.

The city, unlike the typical Attas city, does not seem to have the concept of a functional area. In Tyre, shops and taverns are scattered around several bazaars, and residences, parks, palaces, and everything else is located. And by the banks of this great river, many poor people lived in their broken boats, which docked at night on the shore, next to the workshops where the dead were handled. Next to the workshop is a dwelling, made of wood in a mess, and who knows how many people live in it. There are also merchants' shops and snack stalls next to the residence.

Muhadi is in a position where he can't stay away from the crowd no matter how he goes. Behind it are pilgrims and dervishes, hawkers roaming around. In front, the owner of the food stall shouted "Palasa! Palasa!" and threw the spinning cake in his hand to the guests.

A city of five million people, even on Earth at the time of Muhadi's crossing, was huge. Against the backdrop of a medieval society that lacked tall buildings, the city was nothing short of untouched. Its area and population size are equivalent to the sum of several medieval earth cities such as Damascus, Baghdad, Cairo, Córdoba, Fitz, etc., and about a hundred times that of medieval London.

With so many people gathered together, the psionic noise produced was simply deafening to powerful psychic sorcerers. Muhati could almost "hear" the white noise of a radio echoing in his ears.

The Psychic Warlock fled from the river, leaving behind the smell of corpses, spices, sweat, and feces. He chose a quieter place and used his psionic energy to send a message to the Witch King who was far away from the satellite base.

"Sue me, what kind of enemy has appeared, and you are powerless to resist?"

It took a long time for information to travel from the world of Mistara to the satellites, and Muhadi's shadow was quietly hidden in the night, waiting to be heard. Occasionally, most of the Dhara servants who passed by lowered their eyebrows, and none of them noticed anything unusual. There was a barefoot man, presumably a mage, dressed in light but ornate satin, with a total of more than a dozen magic rings on his hands and feet. The man seemed to instinctively sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but he glanced at it several times and didn't notice anything strange, and finally shook his head and whistled away. What he didn't know was that the psychic warlock had used psionic energy to change the messages that his optic nerve was sending to his brain.

"Ah, my lord, you have finally responded!" replied to Sultan Malik's magic. "For a moment I thought ...... Never mind...... The Ghisyankees' comeback this time is not easy, they have brought a lot of red dragons, and I have limited manpower, and now I can only barely support them, unable to cope with their continued attacks. ”

Red dragons, Muhati thought, why were the Gisyankees able to domesticate these beasts? Aren't dragons all arrogant creatures who don't like to be driven by people the most, do the Gisyankees have the psychic ability to control magical creatures on a large scale?

"I'm disappointed that you'll be defeated by a bunch of beasts. The Red Dragons are nothing more than a group of fire-breathing flying lizards, neither tactical nor organized, and at best they have mastered some instinctive spells. As a legendary mage, you will be defeated?"

Once again, the telemancer sent the message over and questioned the other party. Malik himself is an extremely powerful enchanted blasphemer mage, and he has many high-level blasphemer mages under him, and there are a lot of scrolls and other things accumulated over thousands of years, and it is unbelievable that he will be defeated.

After a short while, Malik's reply came. "It's not your average red dragon, my lord. There was a divine dragon who called himself Tessa, the father-in-waiting of the five-colored dragon god Tiamat. ”

"That's your excuse?"

"My most noble and powerful Master, you can certainly not fear the attacks of the gods, but I cannot protect our fleet of magical ships and repel this enemy. There are a lot of red dragons who have been killed by the Trolls, but many more are still coming through the Guò portal. I'm curious, how did the Gisyankees get the dragons to work for them?"

Eighty percent is brainwashing, Muhathir thought. The Witch King may not really be able to defeat a divine dragon, maybe he wants to take this opportunity to test his strength? All along, Sultan Malik has been quite respectful, and he has no disobedience to his orders, is this some kind of disguise? Or is he too small to tolerate people?

"Enough. The psychic mancer replied. "Since you can't resist it, don't stick to it. Evacuate our men and magic warships to Mistara, where the jihadist army has carved a foothold. ”

The Witch King's response was rather puzzled. "Abandon the base here at the satellite, retreat to Mistara, and what will we do if the Yankees attack Atas?"

"The desert will swallow them, and the more people they come, the faster they will consume food and water. The Psychic said. "What's more, no matter what their position, my group of rebels will never tolerate foreign forces gaining ground in Attas, let them fight and lose. Muhadi said in Rajat that he was referring to the rebels who were the witch kings of Attas.

"Could it be that simple?" the Witch King seemed to have some doubts. "With my knowledge of Nebenapolis, I will not do anything to make others angry. Moreover, the safe withdrawal of the fleet from the battle with the Giss Yankees was not an easy task. ”

"I'm sure you can do it. ”

"I wish I had the same trust in myself as you do. The Witch King grumbled, but then immediately obeyed the instructions.

It was close to midnight, and Muhadi was ready to leave the huge city after cutting off contact with the Witch King. Muhadi hadn't mastered flying or teleporting, so he planned to get a mount before he went.

He leapt from the secluded spot where he was hiding, his supernatural body flying high above the rooftops and the streets, and fell more than a hundred feet later.

Amid the psionic noise emanating from millions, the Psychic Warlock suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation of thought. The body leaping in mid-air made a swift turn, and then landed in the garden behind a luxurious mansion.

The figure of the Starch Spencer Druid stepped out of the shadows of the colonnades, and she made a gray cloak, revealing only her head, and the ponytail fell haphazardly on her chest.

"You always like to come out of the shadows. Camilla. ”

"Only when it matters. Starch Spencer said the druid, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. "The mission was successfully accomplished. ”

"Is it? The war potential of the Mistara has been weakened?"

"Exactly. Camila's tone revealed a bit of smugness. "I have managed to bring dozens of invasive species with no natural predators into the ecosystem of Mistara World. Within a year, the ecological balance here will collapse completely. Widespread grain harvests and locust plagues will emerge one after another. Nature will form a new balance after adjustments, but there is not much left for the Mistara people in that new world. ”

"According to my predictions, the north of this big 6 will be completely desertified, and only the Atas will survive. With this as a base, our army can plunder any southern town at will. The country of the Mistara will gradually lose blood until we slit its throat. The Starch Spencer sent the druid to explain.

"Several special plagues have also spread to several large cities through the hands of the Rakshasa demons, and by the time the incubation period of half a year has passed, at least a quarter of the people will die of disease, and most of them are prime men who are the main laborers. These plagues will spare girls, children, and the elderly, because the former is an excellent source of slaves, and the latter is a heavy burden on their social resources. ”

"Don't underestimate the Mistara. The Psychic Warlock warns Camilla. "They survived the invasion of the High Evolutionaries thousands of years ago, and their caste system society was built entirely to cope with this catastrophe. If you know about their state's mother-bearing system, you should know that they only need a very small number of people to reproduce quickly and make up for the loss of population. ”

"Yes, Lord Rajat. The female druid bowed her head in approval.

"What about our people? Are they resistant to the diseases of the Mistara world? Are the warhorses, shell beetles, woolly camels, gray-scaled birds, etc., of the jihadist army adapted to the vegetation of this world?"

"By the time of my last check-up, the big animals seemed to be well adapted to the food here, and it was normal. The druid tilted his head slightly, as if thinking. "It's incredible, but in fact there is a high degree of congruence between the creatures of Attas and the creatures of Mistara. For example, the organisms of the two worlds use the same material as their genetic factors, and the structure of proteins is almost identical. This may indicate that evolution is a one-way street with no forks in the road. Creatures that originated independently from different worlds eventually evolved into similar forms in different ways...... The Great Elder greatly overestimated the biodiversity of the multiverse. ”

"Of course, there are subtle differences. Camila said excitedly. "Our species of Attas, whether humanoids or army mounts, need only a fraction of the water and food of the native species of Mistara to survive. This gives the jihadist army an unparalleled superiority in logistics. Moreover, we are taller, stronger, and more agile......"

"And they have more than a hundred times as many people as we do. Muhati added.

"Numbers don't matter, it's an iron law of nature that more evolved races can always knock out their cousins with lower evolutionary ranges. Even if they start out in small numbers. ”

"So we don't have to worry about a plague in our army?" said the Psychic Warlock.

"Except for a few people who had diarrhea due to soil and water adaptation, there was no problem with the problem. I will strictly monitor the situation, but according to the forecast, there is a 99.98 percent chance that there will be no epidemic among the army. ”

"As long as it's not 100 percent, you can't relax. ”

"Yes, Lord Rajat. ”

"I heard that the situation here was urgent, so I put aside other things and rushed to this world from Seal City. Mohathir said. "Listening to you, it seems that there is no danger to our army?"

"I don't know. Camila seemed to pause. "I have been mostly in hiding during this time, and it is said that the heavens of the Mistara have sent a powerful sage to hunt me down......"

The Holy One is the embodiment of the gods walking on earth. Due to various restrictions, the essence of the gods could not enter the main material plane, so in order to intervene directly in mortal things, they had to send out sages. At least, that's what is said in the most common books on God and planes.

"What kind of Sage?" Muhati asked.

"A warrior, I heard to be a monkey god, has a ridiculous name, very similar to the witch king of Ulrik City who was killed before. His name is Hanuman, the Monkey King, and it is said that during the invasion of the High Evolutionaries, it was he who led the Monkey Army to defeat the Demon King's demon army. ”

The Monkey King Hanuman, Muhadi silently recited the name in his heart and wrote it down.

"Did you hear anything while you were hiding?" said the Psychmancer.

"The Maharaja's army defeated the army of the Rakshasa demons, and the king of the rakshasas, Dharaga, fled into the wilderness, and it is said that he had taken refuge in his old nest, the Ghost Prison. After eliminating the threat of the rakshasas, it is possible that the Maharaja ordered the earth kings to continue attacking the holy army. ”

"In your opinion, is this army a big threat?"

"I don't know, it shouldn't be an enemy that Fatoumah's army can't deal with. The female druid said calmly.

"Fatumah is a very valuable tribal leader, don't let her be put in danger because of your personal feelings. Muhadi sternly admonished him.

"I'm not going to do that. ”

"Don't worry about the Sage, now let's go to the camp of the Holy War together!" the Psychic Warlock ordered.

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Tents are scattered in circles, one after another, on the dry grassland. A large golden tent sits in the middle of the camp, and countless nomadic cavalry shuttles around it, as if on guard.

In an open space in front of the golden tent, many captives knelt in groups, watched by the Atas cavalry who were eyeing them around. From time to time, several captives were dragged out by the Atas warriors and publicly beheaded.

Several Mistaras seemed to be collars, and after the Atas had beaten them, they threw them into several sacks. The sacks were then placed in the open space in front of the golden tent and left to be trampled by thousands of horses.

A female captive was treated with unusual privileges, Fatoumah's men erected a high gallows behind the golden horde, and the tribal chanter used psionic energy to create a huge block of ice and placed it underneath the gallows. The female captive had a rope around her neck and stood on the ice under the gallows. The sunrise sun spilled heat like the earth, melting the ice beneath her feet, death looming, and she couldn't do anything about it.

As Muhadi approached Fatoumah's tent, he saw her summoning the sheikhs of another tribe. The elven girl noticed that the telemagician was coming, and quickly turned her head to reveal a big smile, while secretly gesturing to Muhadi not to interrupt him.

Fatumah turned back to the summoned tribal chieftain again, who also noticed the Psychic Mancer's arrival and swallowed nervously.

"Sue me, Zalandin, what is my attitude towards incompetence?" said Fatuma to the chief with the same attitude as he treated the prisoner. The chieftain, who was called Zalandin, was a middle-aged man, and he looked very frightened at this time.

"No, it must be a mistake, I didn't, I don't ......"

"What?" Fatoumah said. "No, incompetence, your mistakes cost us a third of our men! If that's not incompetence, then what is incompetence?!"

A third of the men and horses were lost? Muhadi stood aside and thought, what had happened?

"Soldiers," Zalandin glanced at the Psychic Warlock covertly, and then continued to argue. "The soldiers were so nervous, and they weren't to blame. They had never seen such a large number of enemies, and the pressure was too great, so they would charge without permission. ”

"Only the men on your wing moved to charge, and I don't see the soldiers of the other tribes being too scared to keep in formation. Fatuma was merciless in exposing the loopholes in the other party's words.

"But our men did not die in vain, they killed five times their own Mistara before they died!" Zalandin was anxious to defend himself, and his face turned red with anxiety.

"If five Mistaras could exchange one of our men, then the Mistaras would be enough to exterminate us more than twenty times!" Fatuma said, pressing forward. "You dare to disobey my orders on the battlefield, now is the time for you to taste the consequences!"

"Wait," Zalandin was still pleading. "But you're only nineteen years old, and you're almost still a child, so it's understandable that I'm suspicious. I was active on the battlefield in your father's time, and the battles you fought ......"

"I'm almost still a child!?" Fatoumah's tone almost erupted in flames, and without psionic skills, she could tell that she was furious.

The elf girl raised her hands and looked them in front of her as if she had never seen them before. There is a faint scar on the back of his left hand, which is the scar left by the early years of single-handedness with others. The nail cover of her right thumb appeared to be missing, which Muhadi remembers was accidentally injured when she was teaching herself to ride and shoot.

After looking at the back of the hand, the next step is the palm. Although the nineteen-year-old elf is very young, his years of using a scimitar and archery with a bow have left calluses on Fatoumah's palm.

"Sue me," Fatuma asked, looking at his hand. "Are these the hands of a child?"

"What?" the middle-aged chief didn't know.

The elf suddenly clenched her fist and struck Zalandin in the left eye. This punch came suddenly, and the power was great, directly knocking the opponent to the ground.

Taking advantage of the other party's squatting on the ground and bending over, Fatuma stepped forward and kicked Zalandin in the lower abdomen, kicking him like a shrimp.

"Is this a child's feet?!" she asked with the ferocity of a sandstorm.

After a one-sided beating, the elf ordered the unconscious chief to be carried out. "Tie him to a wooden post and don't feed him, and then untie him after two days. ”

After the guards carried Zalandin away, Fatoumah suddenly flew on top of Muhadi, hugged his waist and left a deep kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that in front of their eyes. The elf girl smiled and said to the Psychic Warlock. "That would make them despise me, aren't you angry?"

"Of course not, I'm just curious about what's going on. Why are there so many captives here, and why are you punishing Zalandin?"

"He disobeyed orders and charged without permission, turning what would have been an easy victory into a brutal war of attrition. The elf sighed. "A lot of people died, but we also arrested a lot of people. I ordered all the captives to be put to death, for slavery had been abolished anyway, and they would be of little use to us. ”

"Well, do you think that gallows I know is creative?" Fatuma continued, shaking his head, as if to put his worries aside. "It's the one standing on the ice. The water is steaming a little bit, and she is dying a little bit. ”

"I think it's a waste of good water. The Psychic Warlock sighed and said as he stroked the other man's show.

"What are you afraid of, now we have water. Isn't that what you brought us to this new world?Water and land?" Fatumah seemed puzzled and kissed Muhadi again. "Or do you have a crush on the female captive just now?"

"No, I just think your methods may be too cruel. Mohathir explained.

"Cruel?" Fatumah laughed, his head tilted back slightly, trying to get a good look at his lover. "That's right! Just because I'm a young woman, I'll have to pay double my cruelty in exchange for their fear! Who do you think are the people who are involved in the jihad? philanthropists?"

Muhadi was silent, then took the other person's face and kissed him back. So sweet, he thought, if that's wrong, why does it feel so good?

The telemancer barely felt it, and the elven girl expertly unbuttoned his robes, and then her own.

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