"You mean something, but why do I think you're reluctant to do anything to that woman?" Fatuma narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy.

"Warriors draw their swords and face the stronger. The coward draws his sword to face the weaker. "She's also a great fighter, and since I've already defeated her, that's enough." I'm a psychic warlock, I don't have that kind of shallow love for an eye, and I can't get the pleasure of getting back into the field. On the other hand, treating one's opponent leniently will not lose anything, but will win a reputation for generosity. ”[]

This is not true, and the boy's explanation, while there is some truth, is not the real reason for him to do it. If Fovard's revealed future is real, then Medici has an important role to play in the future. Killing her now could have unpredictable consequences.

"So...... That's what our plan is, to deliberately sacrifice a few guards to let Medici escape, and then we secretly follow her to find a new camp for the Crazy Horse Tribe?" said Fahd, "Are you really sure she'll lead us away?"

"I can only be sure that she has a vengeful anger in her breast, and if she has the chance, she will release this flame. ”

"And who are you going to sacrifice?" Fahd asked again.

"I saw a few familiar faces in our ranks, and if I remember correctly, they were supporters of the old men from the previous election of the chief. ”

"Based on their table at the time, I'm pretty sure they would be willing to make sacrifices for the good of the tribe. ”

The elf girl asked, "What if they don't want to?"

"For the sake of the future of the tribe, do the soldiers on the battlefield have the power to be unwilling? Their unwillingness only shows that they are not loyal enough, and they deserve to be sacrificed. ”

"You have a very flexible sense of morality, friend Muhadi. Fahd seemed amused and laughed. "But let's do it, and tell me how you plan to get that Medici out. ”

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In general, the temperature in the desert is very low at night and rises rapidly during the day. When the sun first comes out, it doesn't feel very hot, but soon, the heat will reach a level that ordinary people can't bear. At noon, the stones on the surface are even hot enough to steam the lizard eggs.

The elves were so numerous that it was difficult to find such a large cave for shade, so they had to pitch their tents at the foot of the dunes. Their horses and grey-scaled birds were not so lucky, and they had to silently endure the heat of the dark sun. Due to the extremely high surface temperature, most of the grey-scaled birds stand on only one foot, and after a while they switch to one foot to avoid being burned by the sand.

The elves who escorted Medici had been at the back of the group, but now that they had set up camp and rested, they could only set up their tents on the outermost periphery. In Muhadi's view, these desert tribesmen, while brave, are not yet a comprehensive and strong army. At least, by the standards of modern armies on Earth, the camps of these tribesmen appear rather disheveled, with no obvious support points or functional areas. The distribution of tents was not determined according to the formation, but largely depended on each samurai's own position in the tribe. This made the reaction of the entire camp much slower, but it was just right for Muhathir to arrange for Medici to escape.

As a captive, Medici naturally did not have tents. The elves lowered her from a heavy grey-scaled bird and threw her into the sand. After a while, the elves who were originally guarding her changed, and the new elves happened to be followers of those old guys.

Before leaving, the elven guards disgracefully dropped a water bag, "water," the elf pointed to the water bag, as if it were facing an animal with low intelligence. "Woman, the chief gave you a reward," said the elf, laughing, and making a joke with a few of his companions, and then walked away.

Although most elves do not have particularly strong racial feelings, there are quite a few elves who hate halflings, humans, and other alien races. The Hassan that Muhadi met in the tribe was particularly unpleasant to humans, and Medici was obviously accustomed to seeing this kind of racial thinking of the elves, and turned a blind eye.

The new elven guards were unwilling to stay in the sun to spy on the captives, so they hid in a nearby tent. In a few moments loud laughter and laughter came from the tent, mixed with the sound of gulping mare's milk.

Medici's hands were tied behind his back, and he couldn't pick up the water bladder in front of him. She stared at the water bladder for a moment, and suddenly an expression of unexpected joy flashed across her face.

The water bladder was made of old lizard skin, and many places were discolored, and it looked very old. However, the opening of the water bladder was sealed with a small piece of metal, although the rust had lost its luster, but it was indeed metal.

Medici looked around, and now the elves were not very guarded. Most of the elves had been repaired in their tents, and only a few were still patrolling the camp and around it. Farther away, although you can't see it, there aren't many scouts of the elves that Medici guesses. Because according to the custom of the elves, their scouts are no more than one-twentieth of the total number. Pointy-eared people are very concerned about casualties and are extremely confident in their eyesight, so they have always been like this.

There were only six guards, and Medici thought in his heart that they should send at least twenty men to guard me.

Unobtrusively, she moved her body little by little, until her hand, which was tied behind her back, could touch the water bladder. In the meantime, the guards seemed to be completely absent-minded, still talking and laughing loudly, completely oblivious to the movement.

Wait for death, Medici cursed in her heart, you think I'm finished, but I don't. Crazy Horse is not so easy to defeat, and the scorpion can only be trampled to death by ten thousand horses.

She felt the piece of metal on the bladder, it was blunt, but in a dexterous hand, it was enough to cut the rope.

The elves were careless, and the captives secretly laughed at their guards. Although this Scorpion tribe has some strength, it is far from being invulnerable. Aside from that strange psychic mancer, they weren't very difficult to deal with.

The rope made of flax was sharpened thinner, and as time passed, a few of the guards came out to make their rounds, and then returned to the tent, and there was no abnormality in the captives.

Medici had already thought of the next plan, in the previous battle, a small team of centaurs was sent by her in advance to cut off the retreat of the elves, and this team of centaurs did not suffer a heavy blow. Now that the elves are stagnant, there must be a problem with the replenishment of the water source. As long as she can escape, then with the samurai left over from the previous battle and the people who stayed in the camp, she is confident that she will fight back again.

Finally, the rope tied around the wrist was cut. Medici's hands, which had become a little inflexible due to lack of blood, glanced at several guards in the tent in the distance with disgust.

The time for the hunt began, she said to herself.

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